Chapter 742: The Immortals of Two Paths

Nian Youyou's expression turned cold. "Get out, leave now!"

"Leave?" The purple-haired man's eyes narrowed.

"Do you know where you are? Is this your home? You're telling me to leave? This is the Ageless Sacred Prison, my territory, and you want me to leave? Hmph, you insolent wench!" The purple-haired man's anger flared at Nian Youyou's provocation.

Nian Youyou looked coldly at the purple-haired man. "Are you done talking? If so, you can leave now!" she said icily.

Seeing that his words hadn't angered her, the purple-haired man felt a surge of frustration.

"Today, you must give me an answer. I'm giving you one more chance. Will you be my Daoist companion or not?" the purple-haired man asked coldly.

"No, now leave!" Nian Youyou refused again.

The purple-haired man's eyes grew colder as he stared at Nian Youyou, remaining silent as if he was brewing something sinister.

The atmosphere was tense, and Nian Youyou frowned at the purple-haired man, unsure of what he was planning.

Suddenly, with a thud, the purple-haired man dropped to his knees. The unexpected move stunned Nian Youyou.

"Youyou, you know I can't live without you. Please, be my Daoist companion, Youyou. I beg you, I'll give you anything, just please…" The purple-haired man's demeanor suddenly changed to one of abject groveling, crawling towards Nian Youyou, his face full of desperation and supplication.

"Youyou, Youyou, I can't live without you. Every night…" The purple-haired man crawled closer to Nian Youyou, reaching out to grab her, in stark contrast to his earlier menacing demeanor.

The sudden shift made Nian Youyou frown. She had never seen a man behave like this.

"Youyou, Youyou, be my Daoist companion, be mine…" His hand almost reached Nian Youyou, his behavior utterly degrading and disgusting.

"Get away, get away, get away!" Nian Youyou, sitting in the corner, kept kicking him away, but the purple-haired man continued crawling back.

"Youyou…"

"Get away…"

"Bang~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

With a powerful kick, Nian Youyou sent the purple-haired man flying eight zhang away, crashing into a pile of bones.

"Leave me alone! It's impossible between us!" Nian Youyou declared resolutely.

This time, the purple-haired man didn't crawl back. Instead, he slowly stood up, his eyes turning red with rage.

"You insolent wench, I begged you so humbly, and you didn't give me any face at all!" He spat out his resentment.

Nian Youyou stared at him coldly.

"Wench, if I can't have your heart, then I'll take your body!" The purple-haired man's expression turned maniacal, his eyes filled with malicious intent.

"What are you planning to do?" Nian Youyou asked coldly.

"What do you think? I'm going to force myself on you, hahaha!" The purple-haired man laughed wickedly.

"Senior Brother, you dare to touch me? Are you looking to die?" Nian Youyou's voice turned icy.

"Looking to die? Here, I am the greatest. You were already a dead person walking. Death? Even if I were to dispose of you in any way I see fit, no one would plead for you. After today, I'll ask my great-grandfather to grant you to me, and then you'll see how I train you. Hahaha, by then, you'll be begging me to touch you. Hahaha!" The purple-haired man walked towards Nian Youyou.

"Take another step and I'll kill you!" Nian Youyou said coldly.

"Kill? Go ahead, kill me. I'd like to see how you'll do that. Your powers have been sealed by the Realm Master, you're practically a cripple now. Go on, kill me. Or better yet, let me 'touch' you. I'll make you die from happiness!" The purple-haired man lunged towards Nian Youyou.

As he was about to reach her, Nian Youyou's eyes turned icy, her pupils shrinking. Her dark pupils suddenly transformed into a brilliant gold, shining brightly.

A flash of golden light erupted, filling the entire cell with a radiant glow. Everything bathed in this light turned golden, including the purple-haired man. For an instant, he found himself immobilized.

Under the lock of Nian Youyou's golden pupils, the purple-haired man could not move. The golden light enveloped him, rapidly turning his clothes into golden robes, even transforming his hair into golden locks. It was a strange and eerie transformation.

Nian Youyou was 'goldifying' herself, turning her entire being into gold?

Paralyzed under her golden gaze, the purple-haired man felt as insignificant as an ant, those eyes looking down on him like the heavens themselves.

"Pupil Technique? How can you have Pupil Technique? Impossible, it's impossible!" The purple-haired, no, the golden-haired man screamed in terror.

He noticed his skin was also turning to gold.

"Nothing is impossible!" Nian Youyou said coldly.

"No, I checked your ancestry. That ancestor who became an immortal, he had no Pupil Technique. He never had this ability, and you couldn't have created it yourself. Impossible, impossible!" The man shouted in disbelief.

"My father had the bloodline inheritance, why couldn't my mother?" Nian Youyou said icily.

A bead of sweat appeared on Nian Youyou's forehead.

"Mother? Your mother was also a descendant of an immortal?" The man's pupils shrank in shock.

At that moment, his legs had completely turned to gold.

Death was imminent; if the gold reached his chest, there would be no saving him.

Nian Youyou seemed to be struggling greatly, but she was determined to goldify him completely, knowing that if she didn't, she would be in grave danger herself.

"Ha!"

Suddenly, the man opened his mouth and spat out a waterfall-like torrent, which expanded as it rushed towards Nian Youyou.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The impact sent Nian Youyou crashing headfirst into the wall, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

Despite her Pupil Technique, her entire cultivation had been sealed by Ye Qingcheng, leaving her physically weak.

After the waterfall's impact, Nian Youyou sat dazed on the ground, her head throbbing with pain.

Her golden pupils reverted back to black, but the entire cell had been transformed into gold.

The floor was covered with golden skeletons, the walls were golden, and the man had been partially goldified. With Nian Youyou severely injured, the man could move again. He quickly activated his remaining power to dispel the effects of the Pupil Technique.

His hair slowly turned back to purple, and his feet began to recover.

The waterfall he had spat out turned into a small pool-shaped artifact, containing a large amount of water.

Having narrowly escaped death, the man's beastly nature dissipated. With lingering fear, he looked at Nian Youyou, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he walked forward. He grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up.

"Kill me? You want to kill me? In the Ageless Realm, I'm so distinguished, yet I almost died at your hands? Hmph!" The purple-haired man's demeanor turned extremely cold.

Nian Youyou's face flushed red as he choked her, tears squeezed out from her eyes.

"I'm asking you, is there another man in your heart? Is that why you refuse me?" the purple-haired man snarled.

Though in agony from the choking, a soft expression momentarily crossed Nian Youyou's face as her mind drifted to a tall figure. A figure that had once brought her countless roses. Thinking of this person, a gentle smile formed on her lips amidst the pain.

"Who is it? Who is it?" the purple-haired man demanded angrily.

Nian Youyou felt her life slipping away, death creeping closer. The tall figure in her mind might be facing the same fate against Ye Qingcheng. With a bittersweet smile, she thought that even if they couldn't be together in life, at least they might share the same end.

Seeing Nian Youyou's expression, the purple-haired man became even more enraged.

"I'm asking you again, who is he? Tell me, who is he?" The purple-haired man tightened his grip, his voice filled with fury.

Just as Nian Youyou resigned herself to death and the purple-haired man spiraled into madness, a new figure suddenly appeared behind him.

"Perhaps, it's me."

The unexpected voice caused the purple-haired man's hairs to stand on end, like a thief caught in the act by a guard.

Instinctively, he loosened his grip and quickly jumped back.

"Whoosh!"

Zhong Shan swiftly scooped up the collapsing Nian Youyou.

Nian Youyou's heart skipped a beat at the familiar voice. It couldn't be true—she must be dreaming. She must have died to hear his voice. But in the afterlife, could souls truly reunite? And even then, could they escape the purple-haired man?

She opened her eyes, still seeking death, and saw Zhong Shan holding her.

Staring at Zhong Shan, Nian Youyou became momentarily entranced.

Zhong Shan didn't look at the purple-haired man but instead at the bruises on Nian Youyou's neck, gently healing them with his power.

As he tended to her wounds, Zhong Shan turned a cold gaze towards the purple-haired man.

The purple-haired man, seeing Zhong Shan holding Nian Youyou, felt a surge of jealousy. When Zhong Shan's icy eyes met his, he felt his very soul freeze.

How could this be? The purple-haired man grew more fearful.

"How did you get in here? How did you bypass the formation? Without my great-grandfather's token, it's impossible to enter. Who are you?" the purple-haired man stammered, swallowing hard.

"Who am I? You don't recognize me?" Zhong Shan's voice was chillingly cold.

Don't be afraid. I'm at the Emperor Extreme Realm. Don't be afraid. The purple-haired man tried to bolster his courage, carefully scrutinizing Zhong Shan.

"Zhong Shan? You're Zhong Shan? It's you. Weren't you supposed to be gambling with the Realm Master? Weren't you at the Black Sea?" the purple-haired man screamed in shock.

Although he believed that Zhong Shan would surely die against the Realm Master, the purple-haired man knew that anyone who could be taken seriously by the Realm Master was far beyond his own ability to contend with.