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Stealing chickens will not lose rice.

However, the moment she tried to break free, Song Yu's hands clamped her wrists tightly like iron clamps, making her unable to move.

"Master, didn't you always teach me that strength is everything? Now, I am just using your teachings against you."

Song Yu's voice was cold and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

A trace of fear flashed in the saint's eyes, and she finally realized that she had despised this seemingly docile disciple.

She tried to mobilize the remaining spiritual power in her body, but found that her cultivation was being drained away bit by bit, like a cocoon being peeled off.

And Song Yu's body was like a vast ocean, madly absorbing her cultivation!

The Saint Lady, who once looked down upon her peers and had the final say in the Holy Lotus Sect, finally began to be afraid.

"You...what kind of evil magic is this?"

The saint's voice trembled and she began to feel unprecedented fear.

Song Yu smiled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Master, this is not a sorcery, this is the technique I practice."

The saint's face was as pale as paper, and she finally realized that she had made a fatal mistake.

She thought she could easily take advantage of Song Yu, but she didn't expect that she would become his prey instead.

"Song Yu, I...I was wrong, please let me go."

There was a hint of pleading in the saint's voice. She no longer had the arrogance and coldness she had before.

"I have been a saint in the Holy Lotus Sect for two thousand years, and I really don't want to be a saint anymore! I want to ascend to heaven. Song Yu, my good disciple, please let me go.

I will go out to find other monks and will not bother you again, okay?"

The saint begged bitterly.

She really doesn't want to fail at the last minute!

Song Yu looked at the saint who was once high and mighty in front of him, but he felt no pity in his heart.

Once he becomes soft-hearted, what awaits him will be an endless abyss.

"Master, do you really think I will believe you?"

Song Yu's voice was as cold as ice, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, "You are willing to sacrifice your own disciples in order to ascend to heaven. How can I dare to trust you like this?"

Upon hearing this, the saint's face turned even paler. Her fate was now in Song Yu's hands.

She tried to struggle, but found that her strength was as insignificant as an ant in front of Song Yu.

"Song Yu, I...I am willing to teach you all the secrets of the Holy Lotus Sect, I only ask you to let me go."

There was a slight tremor in the saint's voice; she had completely given up her haughty attitude.

Song Yu smiled slightly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Master, it's too late."

Upon hearing this, the saint's heart sank. Song Yu was not a disciple that she could manipulate at will!

She began to regret her original decision and should not have sacrificed everything for the sake of ascension.

"Song Yu, I...I am willing to do anything for you, just give me a chance."

There was a hint of despair in the saint's voice; she had no way out.

Song Yu looked at the once invincible saint in front of him, but there was no ripple in his heart.

"Good Master, just quietly enjoy the happiness that your disciple brings you."

Song Yu's voice was as cold as ice, and there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

The saint was nailed to the bed by him, unable to move, and was forced to endure the violent torture.

Song Yu showed no mercy and did not stop no matter how the saint cried and screamed.

Until there was no spiritual power left in her body and she was discarded like a broken doll.

"Supreme Dao Body..."

Song Yu couldn't help but exclaim in amazement as he felt the earth-shaking changes in his body.

"You have to die!"

The saint at this time could no longer be called a saint. Her body was rapidly aging. She stood hunched over by the bed, staring at Song Yu with her cloudy eyes.

Song Yu turned around, looked at her, and said with a smile: "I am going to die a miserable death now? When you brought the dual cultivation method to the Holy Lotus Sect and let the disciples plunder the cultivation of other unsuspecting disciples, why didn't you think that one day you would end up like this?"

After these days, Song Yu also thought it through. Disciples like him who paid money to enter the Holy Lotus Sect through the back door were the "rations" prepared for the disciples in the sect!

When they officially embarked on the path of cultivation, they were targeted.

Sooner or later, they will be lured into bed and coaxed into dual cultivation with some petty benefits.

And then lost everything!

"It is the honor I give to those ordinary people who are like ants to be able to enter a large sect to practice!

Do you really think their families won't benefit from this?

It was just an ordinary monk who died, who would care!

As long as our Holy Lotus Sect remains strong, no one will dare to bully our disciples! No one will dare to disrespect them!"

The saint's voice trembled, she could no longer control her emotions.

If she hadn't brought the method of dual cultivation, the Holy Lotus Sect would never have been able to make it into the top three sects even if they tried for thousands of years!

It was she who saved this weak sect!

Let all disciples enjoy supreme glory!

Why did Song Yu say that all this was her own fault!

"Song Yu, you are such a hypocrite, have you never done anything wrong?"

The saint screamed heart-wrenchingly.

When Song Yu heard this, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

He sneered, "I never said I was a good person. Cultivation is about fighting against the heavens and fighting against people. How can a good person ascend to heaven alive?

I'm just not like you, who dares not admit what he did, and who talks a lot about morality but is actually selfish!"

Upon hearing this, the saint's face turned even paler.

"You should think about how to leave the Holy Lotus Sect alive."

Song Yu left this place after saying a few words and walked towards the back mountain.

He wants to save Gong Youran!

……

"Why are you here again?"

Gong Youran looked at Song Yu who was in a hurry and asked in confusion: "Are you really going to take me away? Even if I lose my memory and don't know who you are?"

Song Yu pulled down the battle flag and threw it aside.

The formation that was originally emitting golden light instantly became ineffective, and Gong Youran's body fell from the ginkgo tree and landed in Song Yu's arms.

Gong Youran's brows were furrowed, her eyes filled with confusion and anxiety.

Despite losing her memory, she could still feel the warmth and security emanating from Song Yu.

"I promised you that no matter what happens, I will get you out of here."

Song Yu's voice was firm and gentle. He gently stroked Gong Youran's hair, trying to calm her down.

Gong Youran bit her lip. She tried hard to recall every detail of the past, but her mind was blank.

She didn't know why she appeared in this strange place, and she didn't know why the man in front of her cared about her so much.

"Who am I?"

Gong Youran's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of helplessness.

Song Yu sighed softly. He knew that Gong Youran’s amnesia could not be recovered in a short time, but he was willing to do everything he could to help her regain her memories.

"You are the most important person to me." Song Yu said seriously, "I will stay with you until you remember everything."

A hint of emotion flashed in Gong Youran's eyes, and she held Song Yu's arm tightly, as if she had found support at this moment.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard in the distance, and several disciples of the Holy Lotus Sect quickly surrounded them.

Their eyes were full of vigilance and hostility, and they had obviously learned about what Song Yu had done.

"Song Yu, how dare you trespass into the forbidden area and kidnap the Saint!"

The leading disciple shouted angrily, "Why don't you surrender!"

Song Yu sneered, he gently put Gong Youran aside, then slowly stood up.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife as he swept across the people in front of him.

"The elders don't show up, and let a bunch of you pawns come to die?"

Song Yu's voice was full of disdain, "I won't surrender, come and try if you have the guts."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yu flashed and rushed towards the group of disciples like a flash of lightning.

His movements were swift and fierce. For a moment, fist shadows crossed and sword lights flashed.

Gong Youran watched the battle in front of her nervously, her heart filled with worry.

Despite losing her memory, she can feel Song Yu's care and protection for her.

She silently prayed that Song Yu would win.

Song Yu was seen moving through the disciples' team like a dragon. Wherever he went, people and horses fell to the ground and screams were heard.

"Capture Song Yu! Rescue the Saint!"

A group of people rushed forward like crazy. Even though they were no match for Song Yu, they still rushed forward desperately.

Song Yu's figure was like a ghost, and every move he made was extremely precise, repelling those disciples who tried to approach him one by one.

There was not a trace of pity in his eyes, only indifference and determination towards these former fellow disciples.

"Song Yu, you traitor!"

A disciple roared and rushed forward again, waving his sword.

Song Yu dodged the attack easily with a flash of his body, and knocked the disciple away with a backhand palm.

His movements were smooth and flowing, as if everything was under his control.

At this moment, a figure came flying from a distance, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch.

The person who came was a white-haired old man.

“Song Yu, the Saint is the Saint of my Holy Lotus Sect. Where are you taking her?”

The old man's voice was like thunder, causing pain in the eardrums of everyone present.

Song Yu raised his head and met the old man's gaze, without any fear in his eyes.

"I don't know what a saint is or not. I only know that the woman standing behind me is Gong Youran, and she is my lover."

The old man snorted coldly, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The sword light was like water, emitting a suffocating chill.

"Humph, her name is not Gong Youran, she is the Saint!"

The battle was about to break out. Song Yu and the old man fought in the air, with sword energy running wild and powerful.

Gong Youran stood beside the ginkgo tree, looking up at Song Yu fighting with the elders.

Scattered fragments of memory began to flash through her mind. She seemed to have seen such a scene before. The man at that time also protected her behind him like he did now!

Did she really know Song Yu before?

Those memory fragments don't look fake at all!

far away.

Song Yu smashed the old man's sword energy with one punch.

"How dare you, old man, show off your power in front of me!

I will take her away today, what can you do to me!"

Song Yu roared.

The old man sneered, his figure was as fast as the wind, and he swung the sword in his hand. The sword energy surged towards Song Yu like a tide.

However, Song Yu's body was agile, and he shuttled through the sword energy like a dragon, and every move he made was accompanied by a force as powerful as thunder.