Chapter 120: A Fluttering Heart

Beiming Ye! The noble daughter of the Beiming Clan. Possessing the Shadow Emperor Physique, she was a master of assassination and a Heaven-rank student at the Imperial Martial Arts Academy. This time, she had come as well. Although her cultivation had not yet broken through to the Marquis Realm, she had already reached the ninth level of the Heaven-Human Realm.

However, she now faced two Marquis Realm experts from the Black Demon Sect. The sect excelled in poisons and concealed weapons, and deep within the tomb, where toxic death energy permeated every corner, her unparalleled stealth was rendered futile. Her face had turned black, having inhaled a significant amount of the lethal miasma.

"What a beautiful woman; she will make the perfect cauldron!" A wicked laugh echoed through the air. The twin brothers surrounding her were not only skilled in toxins and hidden weapons but also practiced a dual-cultivation technique that allowed them to absorb a woman's Yin essence to bolster their own power. Knowing the strength of the Shadow Emperor Physique, they saw her as a prize that would elevate their cultivation to the next level.

"Brother, stop wasting time with her. She’s poisoned; let’s capture her now!" The elder brother, eager to avoid any complications, launched a sudden assault. Toxic gases surged forward, and a rain of hidden weapons descended upon her. Beiming Ye coughed up blood, her hand trembling as she gripped her sword. She was already no match for the pair, and in her poisoned state, she could neither fight nor flee. Yet, she would not surrender, nor would she die a humiliated slave to their desires.

"Heavenly Innate Ability: Phantom Doppelganger!" Beiming Ye activated her Shadow Emperor Physique, unleashing her innate technique. *Swish!* Two images of Beiming Ye appeared, identical in appearance, aura, and even injuries. Both figures darted away in opposite directions.

"You cannot escape us!" The twins grinned, splitting up to pursue their targets. One was real, the other an illusion. Against a single foe, her technique might have allowed her to escape, but against the brothers, there was nowhere left to run.

"Brother, yours is the real one!" the elder shouted, realizing he was chasing a decoy.

"Don't worry, I’ll make sure she enjoys every moment!" the younger brother sneered, his eyes filled with lust. He unleashed his Heaven-Earth Manifestation to suppress her, while toxic clouds and projectiles filled the air. Beiming Ye fought with all her might, but the disparity in their power was too vast. Finally, she collapsed to the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood, her strength completely spent.

"Little beauty, don't be afraid. The two of us together will make you soar with pleasure!" The younger brother grinned, reaching out to grab her. To be captured would be a fate worse than death. Despair flickered in Beiming Ye's eyes; she resolved to end her own life with her sword rather than suffer such indignity.

Just as the blade neared her skin, a figure suddenly appeared before her. A blood-red blade flashed, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper coming to harvest a life.

"No!" The younger brother felt a surge of extreme danger. He scrambled backward, attempting to block the strike with his Heaven-Earth Manifestation. *Clang!* The blade descended like lightning. A severed, blood-soaked arm fell to the ground. "Agh! My hand!" the brother shrieked in agony.

"Asura Slaughter Prison!" Jun Wushuang did not falter, striking again. The blood-red killing intent transformed into numerous demonic blades, crisscrossing to shred gods and demons alike. The brother was engulfed, instantly reduced to a mass of lacerations and collapsing in critical condition.

"How dare you hurt my brother! I’ll kill you!" The elder brother, watching from afar, roared in fury and charged forward. But he was too late. Jun Wushuang was decisive; he never struck unless he intended to end a life. The Asura Demonic Blade swung down, and with a flash of light, the younger brother’s head hit the ground. Having been caught off guard and already severely wounded, he stood no chance.

"You killed my brother! I will tear you to pieces!" The elder brother’s eyes burned with rage. Toxic gas erupted, and a torrential storm of weapons flew toward Jun Wushuang. A two-hundred-meter-tall Heaven-Earth Manifestation materialized, descending like a vengeful deity.

Jun Wushuang activated his Life-Death Demonic Armor, nullifying the weapons. He channeled his Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art, devouring the toxic miasma. Finally, he summoned the Hell Furnace, releasing hellfire that suppressed the enemy's manifestation.

"Ascension in One Step!" Jun Wushuang utilized his Demonic Steps, breaking the sound barrier to close the distance instantly. "Purple Extreme Demonic Light! Innate Ability: God-Slaying Wild Thunder!" He swung the Asura Demonic Blade while simultaneously launching a mental assault on the elder’s sea of consciousness.

Black Demon Sect disciples were masters of poison, but their close-quarters combat was a weakness. With his toxins and weapons neutralized and his manifestation suppressed, the elder’s strength crumbled. He could not withstand Jun Wushuang’s full-force assault. *Splat!* A single blade stroke separated his head from his body. The twin brothers were dead.

"Collect!" Jun Wushuang did not let the bodies go to waste; he used the Hell Furnace to refine them into Blood Demon Pills.

"Thank you," Beiming Ye struggled to her feet. Surviving the brink of death, she felt a profound sense of relief. Had Jun Wushuang not arrived, her fate would have been horrific.

"You saved me once, I have saved you once. We are even." Though he wore a black cloak, Jun Wushuang knew that using the Asura Demonic Blade had revealed his identity.

"I thought you hadn't entered the tomb. I never expected you to have infiltrated the Black Demon Sect," Beiming Ye said, recognizing the blade. She was deeply shaken. Infiltrating the sect was nearly impossible, especially given the importance of this mission. However, she knew better than to pry into his secrets.

"Let me help you neutralize the poison first." Jun Wushuang put away his weapons and used the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art to draw the toxins out of her body. After consuming a healing pill, Beiming Ye’s complexion returned to a healthy glow.

"Thank you again. I would have died here today if not for you," she said, bowing solemnly.

"Take care of yourself." Jun Wushuang did not intend to travel with her; this rescue had purely been to settle his debt. He turned and walked away. Watching his retreating figure, Beiming Ye felt a subtle flutter in her heart—the first time she had ever felt such an emotion.