Su Nan’s eyes narrowed as he tried to step forward—but in that instant, the energy in his body was suddenly drained.
The once-surging heroic spirit energy now seemed completely dried up.
Su Nan was slightly startled—he could feel the golden heroic spirit aura rapidly dissipating from within him, transforming into fragments of golden light and vanishing into the air.
His strength plummeted instantly.
With the retreat of the heroic power, Su Nan completely lost the ability to contend with the Ghost King.
Just then, the Ghost King seemed to notice Su Nan’s condition.
Without giving him the slightest chance, he let out a furious roar and lunged forward.
Spreading his massive wings, his towering form soared like a demon in the night.
He raised a fist mid-air and hurled it straight toward Su Nan’s face.
Su Nan’s expression tightened. Facing the descending Ghost King, he had nowhere to run.
Yet he did not retreat—instead, he stepped forward, shouted loudly, and gathered all his remaining spiritual energy to launch one final punch.
A golden dragon’s shadow appeared once more, snarling as it lunged toward the Ghost King.
But compared to the previous golden dragon that had blotted out the sky, this one was barely worth mentioning.
It flew straight at the Ghost King, who didn’t even bother to dodge—he allowed the dragon to strike his body.
A soft thud—it had no effect.
The Ghost King’s immense figure, like a moving mountain, bore down on Su Nan.
And yet, Su Nan smiled faintly.
He opened his arms, showing no intention to evade.
At this moment, Su Nan was ready to die.
Even in death, he would not take a single step back.
But just then—at that critical moment—a sharp red beam suddenly shot down from the sky.
It struck the Ghost King’s head directly.
The Ghost King let out a shrill, anguished scream, his descent halting instantly.
Su Nan suddenly felt his body lighten, and a fragrant breeze washed over him.
“Go!”
Mu Chuxian’s voice rang out.
Before Su Nan could react, she had already grabbed him and whisked him away into the nearby forest.
In the distance, the Ghost King’s agonized roars echoed—shaking the heavens and deafening the ears.
Mu Chuxian dragged Su Nan through the forest at full speed.
Only when the Ghost King’s howls had faded into the distance did they finally stop.
Su Nan exhaled a long breath—he hadn’t expected the being he had just fought was something so terrifying.
“Senior…”
Panting, he looked at Mu Chuxian.
She looked pale—more so than before.
Her beautiful face was like snow in winter—breathtaking, yet far too unnatural.
She turned to him and smiled lightly.
But Su Nan could clearly feel that her hands were trembling.
“Junior Brother, this time it was me who saved you.”
Mu Chuxian gave a soft smile, making no mention of her trembling hands.
When she noticed Su Nan looking at her, she quickly hid her hands behind her back.
“Senior, are you hurt?”
Su Nan asked with concern.
“No, just a bit drained.”
She replied softly.
“That Ghost King is a ruler of another world. Not exactly something easy to deal with.”
“But you still dealt heavy damage,” Su Nan nodded.
“If not for you, I’d probably be…” — he shrugged.
Oddly, Su Nan didn’t feel much fear toward the Ghost King.
His heart remained calm.
“I’m no match for him.”
Mu Chuxian suddenly said, changing the tone.
“If that strike hadn’t landed, you’d be a goner.”
While Su Nan looked stunned, this mischievous senior sister shamelessly spread her hands and said:
“He’s the Ghost King. I’m just a student. How am I supposed to beat him?”
“There’s too big a generational gap.”
Su Nan blinked.
“Senior, aren’t you the Ghost Emperor? You can’t even handle a Ghost King?”
“Told you, I’m just a student,” she rolled her eyes.
“Titles don’t mean the same thing.”
Then she added with a sly smile:
“But even if I can’t beat him, I still have other ways.”
Su Nan raised an eyebrow.
“What ways?”
Mu Chuxian beckoned him closer.
Su Nan, unaware, leaned in—only to be suddenly pulled into an embrace.
Before he could react, Mu Chuxian gently pressed her crimson lips against his.
It was a kiss—gentle, warm, but filled with the seductive allure of an older woman.
It was bold and electric—far beyond what Gu Lian’s earlier kiss had been.
At the same time…
As their lips met, Su Nan felt the yang energy in his body surge violently, rushing out through his mouth and nose into Mu Chuxian, who eagerly absorbed it all.
Just then, a familiar voice echoed in Su Nan’s mind:
“Friendly Reminder!”
“A special update from your system!”
“Congratulations, Host—within one day, you’ve been kissed by two beautiful women! Task progress: 2 out of 3!”
“Your affection progress with Senior Sister has reached a whole new level.”
“Target identified as high-tier beauty!”
“Reward incoming…”
The system’s voice droned on, but Su Nan didn’t care.
His yang energy was pouring out uncontrollably, and at the same time, Mu Chuxian’s Ghost Emperor energy was subtly flowing into him.
Because of this sudden change, Su Nan’s thunder energy became unstable, and traces of lightning mixed into the yang energy and were absorbed into Mu Chuxian’s body.
In a flash, her whole body trembled, numbed by the thunder power, and she clung tightly to Su Nan.
The heat of her lips made Su Nan lose control—he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist and began to respond actively…
But beautiful moments never last long.
After just a second or two, Mu Chuxian gently pushed him away.
Her cheeks were flushed, and even her long, silk-covered legs were trembling slightly.
The look in her eyes had changed—tinged with softness and something else… desire.
She licked her red lips and, face blushing deeply, smiled seductively:
“Tastes good.”
“Junior Brother really is… the best~”
As her words fell, her aura suddenly surged—wild and explosive, shooting toward the sky.