Chapter Forty-Four The First Glimmer of Dawn

  Back at the Xianyao Manor, everyone finally came back to their senses from the shock. One by one, they looked at Yang Le in front of them, who seemed to be smiling and approachable. Normally, he was like a carefree neighbor boy, although they knew he was very capable, but didn't expect him to be so powerful, it was really too divine. Unconsciously, the image of a hundred million zhang golden armor god general holding a golden knife gradually imprinted in their minds.

  Everyone's gaze at Yang Le also had a subtle change, and Ran Dan and the naturally cheerful Lei Yi Zu Lin Qian were even more nakedly fervent eyes, it was unknown whether it was admiration or jealousy.

  Yang Le played with the somewhat damaged middle-grade Pre-Heaven Spirit Treasure in his hand, a thick earth-like yellow shield. It was probably used by the Evil Emperor to block the fatal blow of his Pre-Heaven Divine Sword, Da Jin Dao, and took advantage of the opportunity to escape, erasing the mark on it, thus gaining a free middle-grade Pre-Heaven Spirit Treasure, which was also a defensive-type Pre-Heaven Spirit Treasure. The Evil Emperor must be bleeding in his heart!

  Yang Le no longer needs the Innate Spirit Treasure, instead, refining the Innate Spirit Treasure is not as good as being more familiar with the Witch Tribe's combat skills, tempering the Pangu Great Witch True Body, and having a Heaven-Defying Divine Sword in hand. Even if it's an extreme-quality Innate Spirit Treasure, Yang Le dares to go up and chop at it twice.

  After some deliberation, Yang Le handed the mid-grade innate spiritual treasure emitting a yellow glow to Huang Lin: "This shield is yours now. Everyone present can see that your attributes match with it."

  At that moment, the people around him were all shocked and surprised. They didn't expect Yang Le to give away the Xiantian Lingbao so easily. However, Shui Bi and Yun Tian had already mentally prepared themselves for this, but they weren't as shocked.

  However, everyone immediately remembered that Yang Le had previously given Chu Lan a medium-grade Heaven and Earth Lingbao Mandarin duck jade pendant, so they let it go. The gaze towards Chu Lan also became somewhat ambiguous.

  Chu Lan's face was also red with shame as she lowered her head, lost in thought.

  Yang Le saw Chu Lan's shy and beautiful appearance, his heart was also pounding.

  Huang Lin was at a loss, her hands fidgeting as she stirred, "This isn't right, Xiaoyu and the others haven't..."

  Yang Le smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, take it. Later I'll find something for each of them, acknowledge you as my sister, and since we haven't exchanged gifts yet, let's make up for it this time."

  Yun Tian also advised on the side: "Put it away, no need to be polite with him."

  Shui Bi glared at Yun Tian with a look of obvious blame for his lack of manners.

  On the other side, a majestic and gloomy palace sprawled out, standing on a dark and isolated peak, with an aura of death lingering in the air. From time to time, a group of vultures flew over, descending upon the withered forest to scavenge for rotting flesh, with white bones scattered all around.

  In a deep and solemn palace, the pale-faced evil emperor sat steadily on the throne in the hall, with shattered golden urns and jade cups below, his infinitely resentful eyes subtly showing a fearful expression, extremely complex.

  Suddenly, he shouted hoarsely into the empty space beside him: "Come out!"

  "Hmph" a cold laugh, a figure clad in black robes gradually materialized from thin air, saying: "The infamous Evil Emperor has finally fallen, which saint or sacred demon did you provoke?"

  "Hmph," the Evil Emperor let out a cold snort, saying: "This emperor simply lost to that little brat by accident, otherwise this emperor would have annihilated him with a single spatial collapse."

  "By the way, Shadow, you're not usually one to show your face, what brings you to my place?" The Evil Emperor said, clearly trying to change the subject.

  "Hei Pao Ying Zi said: 'I didn't want to come yet, but due to the gravity of the situation, the Alliance must have a plan. I came especially to inform you before going to the Council.'"

  The evil emperor was somewhat surprised and said: "Is there a plan? If it's nothing important, I don't have time to go. I still need to take revenge on that little brat."

  The shadow whispered a sentence, and the evil emperor suddenly stood up, his expression changing unpredictably. He said, "You're telling the truth? I didn't expect such a secret. Swallowing the abyss isn't that simple after all."

  "Alright, I'll follow you!" After saying this, the two of them silently disappeared without a trace.

  In a secluded mountain villa, by the side of a pond, Yiyi from the Rong family had been standing there for some time. Her hair was flying in the wind, her beautiful face was pure and elegant with a hint of charm, her eyes were like mist, her small mouth was like a cherry blossom, her slender figure was swaying gently, matching perfectly with the picturesque landscape of green mountains and clear waters, forming a vivid picture of an immortal fairy descending to the mortal world.

  Her calm expression seemed so natural, it captivated Yang Le's attention from afar, making his heart surge with emotion. As Yang Le gradually approached, Xiang Yi still didn't notice anything, apparently lost in thought.

  "Yīnghuì", Yīnghuì was lost in thought, when suddenly a very familiar voice rang out beside her, startling her so much that she almost fell over, and for a moment forgot that she was a divine being. Just as she was about to tumble into the abyss, a warm and powerful arm wrapped around her and pulled her back.

  Yi had already fallen into a warm and broad embrace, smelling the intense male scent, her cheeks flushing red, her heart racing wildly. Yi already knew who that person was, but she was too ashamed to face him, like an ostrich, not daring to lift her head.

  Yang Le didn't expect such a romantic scene to unfold. Originally, when he heard from Yun Tian that Xiang Yi might have some feelings for him, he hurriedly came over to spend quality time with her and cultivate their emotions during her alone time.

  Embracing the fragrant and soft body, filled with elastic and smooth skin, Yang Le's left hand gently stroked Yīnghé's abdomen, reluctant to let go. The breath between them was like an aphrodisiac, Yang Le's lower body was more erect than ever before, pressed against the plump buttocks, a never-before-experienced soul-stirring sensation rushed to his head.

  The silk instrument in her arms was also trembling violently, apparently thinking of something.

  Yang Le was a rookie, but he had seen countless romance storylines online and had rich theoretical experience. At this time, he couldn't let Yumi wake up.

  Yang Le pressed his lips against Yun Yi's absolutely beautiful face, which was filled with shyness. Looking at Yun Yi's constantly evasive gaze, he resolutely covered her small cherry-like mouth with his own.

  "Ah" Yuanyi's eyes were wide with a stunned expression, somewhat dazed, her mind was blank and couldn't turn around.

  Yang Le savored the sweet little mouth, and was excited to have taken Xiang Yi's first kiss. Taking advantage of Xiang Yi's daze, he forcibly pried open her lips, and Yang Le somewhat clumsily tangled his tongue with Xiang Yi's fragrant tongue.

  Yi had already come to when Yang Le pried open her lips, but then that soul-stirring kiss drew Yi in again.

  After a passionate kiss that lasted for about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Yang Le finally reluctantly left those enchanting lips, released Xiang Yi and asked hesitantly: "Xiang Yi, are you alright?"

  At this time, Yīnghuì's face turned red with shyness, she didn't say anything and flew away, disappearing into the distance.

  Yang Le was overjoyed at this time, and for Ling Yi, he could be said to have almost caught up with her. He didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

  It seems I'm quite charming too, Yang Leru thought.