"Yàn Qīngchéng, you goddamn thing has been pinning me down for a hundred years! A whole century!" Jiāng Hán roared frantically.

Looking at the immortal before him, anger surged in his eyes.

He hasn't lived a full life in the past hundred years, not even as much as a duck.

Everyday, I am spiritually double-cultivating with the woman in front of me. This has been going on for a hundred years without interruption.

Even if the person he was currently dealing with was the number one divine being in the cultivation world, the emperor of the Divine Palace, he couldn't muster any interest.

"You are but a mortal soul, to have the fortune of double cultivation with this Emperor's spirit is your honor. Serving this Emperor for a hundred years, you have not lived in vain."

Her eyes were as sharp and piercing as ever, her beautiful face still cold and aloof like frost.

A pair of piercing eyes, captivating and alluring.

Red silk wrapped around the alluring curves, extremely attractive, infinite spring under the soul fire of Dan Tian appeared incredibly dazzling.

Soul cultivation brings about a clarity of awakening that surpasses the benefits of other practices. Even though Yan Qingcheng tried her best to restrain herself, she couldn't help but reveal her state of enlightenment.

"Pish posh, if I wasn't the primordial chaos soul, and hadn't cultivated with you for a hundred years, you, Yan Qingcheng, would still be just like any other person in this world, with only one soul and three spirits. Even after a century of cultivation, you wouldn't even be at two souls and six spirits. You're still far from the true primordial chaos soul. Now that you're about to ascend to the Immortal Realm, you want to kill me and devour my spiritual essence? Do you think I don't know?"

Jiang Han was furious, his heart filled with resentment.

Just because you look a certain way, does that mean you can do whatever you want? Feel free to insult others?

On Earth, a strong man's behavior like that is also illegal!

Jiang Han was originally a special forces soldier on Earth, but his soul traveled to this world.

But on the way through time travel, his soul was intercepted by Yan Qingcheng and imprisoned in the Mud Pill Palace.

He is now but a soul, and nothing more.

Because Jiang Han came from Earth, his soul was complete with three souls and seven spirits.

Such a soul is called the Primordial Chaotic Soul by people in this world.

And all the people in this world have only one soul and three spirits, born incomplete.

"You dare! This world reveres the strong. You, with your Tai ancient chaotic soul, are nothing but an ant. This Emperor taking you as a consort is a gift to you. Countless cultivation geniuses have yearned to see this Emperor's face without success, yet you are blessed. You should be content." Yan Qingcheng said contemptuously, her eyes dripping with sarcasm.

But the formless creation still hadn't stopped.

Graceful and alluring, captivating the heart and soul.

For him, Jiang Han before his eyes was nothing more than a common laborer, a tonic for the soul.

If not, I would never allow such an insignificant ant to defile a soul as pure as this.

That is why, up until now, it has always remained absolutely pure.

I will never let any man take advantage of me.

"Content?" Jiang Han sneered, anger churning in his heart.

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A powerful person can do whatever they want.

What a lowly ant, it deserves to be bullied.

One day, I will defeat you and make you understand the consequences of being bullied.

"Yan Qingcheng, the entire Tianlong Continent regards you as the number one cultivator, thinking you are pure like a white lotus, unattainable. But in my eyes, you are nothing but a white lotus." Jiang Han sneered.

Be quiet!

Yan Qingcheng was furious, her soul's energy instantly dispersing.

The dancers in scarlet robes, with three thousand young attendants swirling around them.

Jiang Han only felt his soul tremble, and his entire soul was about to crack.

Jiang Han's eyes turned cold. This Yan Qingcheng, at the Nascent Soul stage, possessed such formidable spiritual power. It was beyond his ability to contend with.

"If you dare utter another foolish word, this Emperor will obliterate you right now!" Yan Qingcheng roared angrily.

Jiang Han saw Yan Qingcheng being provoked, but there was a faint smile in his eyes that was hard to notice.

"Yan Qingcheng, how about we make a pact? I will dedicate my soul's origin to you, but you must promise me one thing," Jiang Han smiled.

"What request?" Yan Qingcheng stopped and asked.

Everything done is for the complete ancient chaotic soul. If Jiang Han is willing to offer his soul origin, it can absolutely condense the true ancient chaotic soul.

And if Jiang Han was unwilling, forcing him would also have a very low chance of success. This is also the reason why he has always chosen to cultivate together.

The primordial chaotic soul, it's too important!

Possessing the soul of primordial chaos, there is absolutely no bottleneck in cultivation.

It can refine three primordial spirits and seven great souls!

This means that in terms of cultivation and comprehension, one needs to be tens of times more extraordinary than others, and they also possess three soul destinies.

"Release my restraints, and let me truly practice dual cultivation with you. Though you are domineering, your talent and appearance are not bad." Jiang Han's eyes wandered over Yan Qingcheng's fair curves, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

Yan Qingcheng's beautiful brows furrowed instantly, and she was about to refuse.

"Yan Qingcheng, you and I have cultivated together for a hundred years, wasn't it all for the soul of the Primordial Chaos? You endured for a hundred years, so why are you afraid of this one time?" Jiang Han saw that Yan Qingcheng was about to refuse, so he quickly smiled and said.

He knew that Yan Qingcheng was a proud person, and only by using the tactic of incitement could he make her comply.

Before anger, it is also to make the loss unable to remain rational.

Her face showed her struggling.

Although I have been soul cultivating with Jiang Han, it has always been my way of taking advantage of him.

If you let Jiang Han go, wouldn't that mean we'd be at the mercy of this guy?

"Yàn Qīngchéng, you sacrificed so much for the Soul of Primal Chaos. Do you intend to let all your efforts go to waste?" Jiāng Hán once again tried to provoke her.

A fierce glint flashed in Yan Qingcheng's eyes, and she then spoke, "Fine, you can release your bonds, but my hands are off-limits to you."

"A word is enough!" Jiang Han hurriedly said.

A wry smile crept across his face. This Yan Qingcheng truly was ruthless, willing to stop at nothing for her cultivation.

Yān Qīngchéng let out a cold snort, then with a flick of her wrist, the iron chains binding Jiang Han's hands and feet vanished.

But the moment the iron chains on his hands and feet vanished, Jiang Han's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and he launched a furious attack.

His palm was like a knife, striking out at extreme speed.

Yan Qingcheng was about to make a defense, but Jiang Han's speed was too fast, and Yan Qingcheng hadn't braced himself.

"Boom!"

Jiang Han's hand knife directly pierced Yan Qingcheng's soul chamber.

"Ah!"

Yān Qīngchéng let out a cry of anguish, and a ripple of soul energy spread outward.

Zhen Fei was directly knocked back by Jiang Han.

Jiang Han's soul trembled, colliding with the wall of Yan Qingcheng's Dantian.

My entire soul suddenly felt much more ethereal.

On the other side, Yan Qingcheng's soul was now much weaker, her spiritual power wildly dissipating.

Jiang Han's strike directly shattered the soul's origin.

"You cultivated the Soul Decree?" Yan Qingcheng's twin dan eyes stared fixedly at Jiang Han, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

His face had already turned icy cold to the extreme.

"Haha, Yan Qingcheng, you squeezed me for a hundred years! I'm constantly thinking about running away. Although it was exciting at first, anyone who gets bullied for a hundred years will develop resentment. I've accumulated a hundred years' worth of soul power just for this moment." Jiang Han laughed heartily, feeling exceptionally unrestrained.

Having been exploited for a hundred years, countless resentment had accumulated in its heart. At this moment, it finally got an outlet.

Looking at Yan Qingcheng's murderous face, Jiang Han felt that a hundred years of dormancy was worth it in an instant.

Yan Qingcheng's face was cold and frosty, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

At this moment, he wished he could pulverize Jiang Han into dust. However, his current soul source was damaged, and even at the peak of his Mahayana period, he couldn't make another move.

"Yan Qingcheng, everyone says that a husband and wife for a night have a hundred nights of grace. You and I have cultivated together for centuries. I didn't want to kill you, but today you want to take away my source soul, leaving me unable to be reborn. Then don't blame me for being ruthless." Jiang Han looked at Yan Qingcheng, a killing intent flashing in his eyes.

If he doesn't get rid of Yan Qingcheng, and waits for Yan Qingcheng's soul injuries to recover, then he will be the one who dies.

At that time, he would have absolutely no chance of survival. After all, Yan Qingcheng was a powerful Mahayana stage cultivator who was about to ascend.

"Hmph, even if you tricked me, do you think your cultivation as a soul cultivator could possibly kill me? You're overestimating yourself." Yan Qingcheng snorted coldly, her eyes still cold and disdainful.

The next moment, terrifying soul power surged from the very source of his soul. His soul's core was actually healing a little bit by little.

"Holy crap, that's scary?" Jiang Han was taken aback.

This Yan Qingcheng's strength is too terrifying.

Even a damaged soul origin can recover at such a speed.

At this rate of recovery, in less than a stick of incense time, Yan Qingcheng would absolutely be able to control her injuries and free her hands to send him flying.

And it's unlikely he could destroy Yan Qingcheng's soul.

"Run!" Jiang Han thought urgently.

In the next moment, they darted towards the palace gates of Mudan Palace.

"Want to escape? In your dreams!" Yan Qingcheng softly hummed, her graceful figure instantly transforming into a phantom and darting out.

After all, it's a wound that has weakened my strength considerably.

Otherwise, Jiang Han would be instantly killed.

Finally, as Jiang Han arrived at the palace gate, Yan Qingcheng struck out with a palm.

Soul power bursts forth, terrifying in its might.

Jiang Han was greatly astonished and hurriedly blocked.

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Boom!

A loud bang.

Jiang Han's soul power was utterly insignificant compared to Yan Qingcheng's.

The next moment, Jiang Han was sent flying.

Jian Han felt his entire soul shatter, his spiritual body trembling and unsteady.

But when his soul-body collided with the palace gate of the Dantian, he smashed the gate open.

Jiang Han's face lit up with joy, and he rushed out without hesitation.

Yan Qingcheng was taken aback. She didn't expect that after Jiang Han had been struck by a palm, he wouldn't have his soul scattered.

Immediately summoning the power of the soul, it formed a powerful suction force, trying to pull Jiang Han's soul back.

Jiang Han felt his soul being pulled, so he made a decisive decision and directly severed one of his souls.

Vanishing into the void, it disappears, swept away by an unseen force.

"Damn it!" Yan Qingcheng gritted her teeth, looking at the soul that was sucked back into her hand, her eyes filled with intense anger.

Unexpectedly, this Jiang Han was so ruthless, severing one soul and escaping to ascend.

"Yan Qingcheng, this soul of mine, I will definitely get it back sooner or later. You have bullied me for a hundred years, and one day I will make you submit to my feet for ten thousand years. By then, I will make you my slave for ten thousand years, and take away your body as pure as a white lotus."

Jiang Han's words returned to Yan Qingcheng's dantian palace, and then Jiang Han's voice completely disappeared.

Yàn Qīngchéng's eyes turned cold, her eyelids slowly closed, and her consciousness returned to its original state.

In the grand hall of the Imperial Shrine, Yan Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes, her breathtakingly beautiful face instantly paling, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

A pair of eyes burned with endless rage, like a bodhisattva lowering his brow, unleashing killing intent throughout the entire hall.

"Jiang Han, even if you run to the ends of the earth, this Emperor will find you and kill you. I swear I won't ascend to immortality until I do."

Yan Qingcheng's five fingers curled, her eyes blood red, almost demonic.

The white instantly turned crimson, as vibrant as fresh blood.

(Editor in charge：novel meaning)