Chapter 307

Chapter 307: So, This is Bing Yuyan

Bing Yuyan, the first beauty of the Southern Region, embodied the persona of a goddess, both in demeanor and behavior.

She exuded an air of high elegance, pride, and grace.

She was like a swan among domesticated ducks and geese, too beautiful, too striking. Her radiance was so dazzling that it naturally drew all attention toward her.

The problem was that she was always dressed modestly.

At this moment, Bing Yuyan was still wearing something.

However, it was… quite revealing.

It wasn’t a full dress.

It merely covered the essentials.

Her delicate collarbone, slender waist, and long, elegant legs were all exposed.

Every inch of her body was breathtakingly perfect, flawless in every way.

At that moment, she radiated a divine light, clearly condensing a higher-level Holy Body.

For most, attaining a Holy Body was an arduous challenge. Take Qiu Yinong, for example—he had spent a full ten years refining his physique to achieve an Immortal Body through the third transformation.

Bing Yuyan, however, had directly set her sights on the Celestial Body, owing to her Realm of Thunder heritage.

Thus, after inheriting the Realm of Thunder’s power, her Holy Body was established instantly, propelling her further toward claiming the title of the first Great Boundless of the Southern Region.

Now, at the Great Boundless Perfect Stage, she was just one step away from reaching the saint level.

By continuing to refine the Realm of Thunder inheritance and fusing it with the Ice Path, her growth would undoubtedly accelerate even further.

At this moment, Bing Yuyan seemed to have completely surpassed Liu Yinhua, the first saint Zhang Yang had ever slain.

Liu Yinhua had achieved sainthood three years ago. Yet, even as he roamed the world, consolidating his Saint’s laws—

As soon as he emerged, he was slain.

Bing Yuyan had clearly surpassed him by a significant margin. That much was evident.

This suggested that her Holy Body was at least on par with the initial saint level, perhaps even at the mid-stage or fully developed saint physique.

With such strength, when Bing Yuyan made her move, she wouldn’t just challenge those in the Great Boundless realm. Even those at the beginning of the saint level might struggle against her.

Winning against her outright might be unrealistic, but defeating her would certainly not be easy.

Bing Yuyan was fully prepared to solidify her position as the first Great Boundless of the Southern Region.

Zhang Yang found this amusing.

"Since even the Great Boundless Perfect Stage has a path to pursue… should we start calling you the number one Great Boundless in the world?"

"Wouldn’t that be an even better promotion for the Vast Forest?"

"When I achieve the Slaughter Sacred Thunder at the Great Perfection level and help Chi Zhenyi reach the same stage, wouldn’t he also have the potential to become the world’s number one saint?"

"And as for me, my goal is to become the number one among the new generation."

"Interesting. I like it. Let’s do it."

He felt intrigued.

Since he was destined to establish the Major Holy Places in the Vast Forest, why not aim to make it the number one Major Holy Place in the world, one that commanded global respect?

For the first time, he felt ambitions that extended beyond martial arts.

Initially, he had little interest in holy places; his involvement had started as mere resistance against the Demon Slayer Team.

He had never expected to accidentally create a holy site.

And now, he would continue, inadvertently establishing the world’s greatest Major Holy Place.

Feeling invigorated, he turned his attention to Bing Yuyan for quite some time.

This woman was truly breathtaking, flawless in every way. Even Zhang Yang found himself amazed each time he laid eyes on her.

The key, however, was that despite her ethereal beauty and goddess-like presence, she possessed an unexpected mischievous side.

She was simply… perfect.

His gaze then drifted toward a stack of papers in front of and behind Bing Yuyan.

She had been so captivating that he hadn’t even noticed them until now.

When he finally saw what was on them, his jaw tightened, and he clenched his teeth.

"Good job, Bing Yuyan! You really did this to yourself. Next time, if I don’t make your bottom sore, then I’ll have lost!"

The papers contained a series of drawings.

All of them were Bing Yuyan’s handiwork, and her artistic skill was astonishing. The images looked nearly lifelike.

But the content…

Zhang Yang’s hands heated up just looking at them, itching to smack her.

One drawing depicted Bing Yuyan sitting regally like a queen while Zhang Yang knelt before her, wearing a fawning expression as he offered her Rainfall Flying Saint Tea.

Another showed her bathing while Zhang Yang peeked like some shameless voyeur.

Yet another illustrated her striding forward with pride while he stood behind her, wielding the Ice Spirit Holy Sword, looking smug beyond words.

The most infuriating one, however, showed him with a cheeky smile, his backside lifted in the air—Bing Yuyan poised to slap him.

"So, this is the real Bing Yuyan!"

"You secretly draw me like this?"

"Just wait. If I don’t slap your bottom, I won’t be satisfied!"

Grinding his teeth, he finally found a more favorable drawing among the stack.

This one depicted him standing atop the Green Sparrow Palace, gazing down at the new generation of the Southern Region, exuding dominance over his peers.

The perspective was drawn from an aerial angle, as if from the clouds, clearly showing how Bing Yuyan had been watching over him back then.

Even the details of his eyebrows were sketched with remarkable precision, vivid, lifelike. Zhang Yang felt as though a different version of himself was about to step out from the painting.

It was clear that Bing Yuyan had poured her heart into this one.

"Bing, the Beautiful Woman, just for this drawing, I’ll slap you ten times less, but… uh!"

Before he could finish his thought, everything before him blurred into darkness, and his vision faded.

A sharp pain stabbed through his eyes, his head throbbed, and his body slumped against the Massive Stone in the Reincarnation Well, slipping into a semi-unconscious state.

He gripped his head, struggling to wake up, but the world around him remained hazy.

It took him half a day to gradually recover.

Sitting up, he muttered, "The energy drain was too severe."

He had no choice but to focus on self-cultivation to replenish his strength.

Once he felt a little better, his gaze lingered on the image of the wings, a sense of awe still lingering in his heart.

With one eye, he looked toward the Falling Star Mountain Range.

Would those wings allow him to soar straight into the heavens?

Reaching out, he attempted to sense their essence.

For a brief, hazy moment, he felt as though wings had sprouted from his back.

But instead of lifting him skyward, they unveiled a strange space-time, as if time itself was reversing.

Then, just as quickly as they had appeared, the wings vanished.

Something was missing.

Perhaps he lacked the comprehension to grasp their mysteries.

After two or three more unsuccessful attempts, a wave of disappointment washed over him.

Shifting his attention, he turned to the third image.

The character for "immortal."

It gave him an even vaguer sensation, as if it embodied the very essence of an immortal being. Yet, he couldn’t perceive anything tangible.

However, it emanated a lively, pure aura, far surpassing even Spirit Stones, possibly even Spirit Saint Stones, though the quantity was minuscule.

Zhang Yang pondered.

Even with only a trace of it, dedicating time to cultivation should yield immense results.

After all, this might be… the essence of immortality itself!

So, he sat beside the character for "immortal," fully immersing himself in cultivation.

Meanwhile, Ghost Island was steeped in rigorous training.

No one moved.

Everyone was focused.

Each person had their own opportunity, and they were all making progress.

Time passed swiftly.

In the blink of an eye, only an hour or two remained before Zhang Yang, Yaoruoxian, and the others were to board the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals, as it was about to dock once again.

In a dark, secluded grove… Jin Zhihong sat in silence, completely immersed in seclusion.

A radiant holy light surrounded him, illuminating the grove in a brilliant glow that captivated all who witnessed it.

Then, his eyes opened.

In that instant, it was as if a lightning bolt had streaked across the sky.

A hundred voices rose in unison—

"Congratulations, Sect Leader! Congratulations on achieving the Holy Body in the Opening the Sky realm!"

At the forefront, Yuan Chiyang, Nie Bahuang, and Qing Xie led the three top experts, along with a hundred Butian Guards, all kneeling before him in reverence.

Jin Zhihong couldn’t contain his joy.

Excitedly, he exclaimed, "I can’t believe it! I actually met the Supreme Emperor here, and even more astonishingly, he glanced at me—just one glance! That alone was enough to awaken my bloodline, returning it to its roots and allowing me to fully achieve the Holy Body. It was that simple! Could the legends of our royal family be true? That our founder mysteriously disappeared, ascending to immortality by crossing the path of a saint? Because otherwise, it would be impossible for a saint to achieve this in just one glance."

His achievement of the Holy Body came purely from the Supreme Emperor’s unexpected appearance and that single sweeping gaze.

However, as his excitement faded, his expression darkened slightly. "Something is strange… When my bloodline awakened, I also heard an authoritative voice—an overwhelming command ordering me… to kill Zhang Yang!"