I will throw you down

The woman's voice was very soft, and now it carried a languid, intoxicating tremor.

Clark knew that Sherry was not quite herself at this moment, so whenever he was sober, he would push away the stunning woman leaning on him, but she would quickly entangle herself with him again. Clark marveled at the sight before him; the woman looked innocent yet radiated a captivating charm, and he was somewhat intoxicated.

"If you dare... I... will kill you." Sherry's voice was somewhat unclear, but Clark understood it well enough.

The cold murderous intent brought him back to reality quickly—beauty is important, but not as important as his own life.

 However, in the next moment, Clark was stunned and completely taken aback. "Now, I can't explain this at all."

Sherry kept turning... Clark's heart skipped a beat, remembering the first time he saw this woman; she seemed like a celestial being untouched by worldly matters, but now she had descended into the mundane.

The toxins released by the toad monster were very potent, causing dazzling radiance to flow within Sherry's body. Clark sat casually eating watermelon, enjoying the sight of the beautiful woman in front of him.

At this moment, Sherry's long eyelashes blinked gently, and beads of sweat appeared on her nose, clearly suffering from the toxin's erosion. She suddenly fell to the ground as if ill, and eventually started moaning softly.

In a panic, Clark hurriedly patted her back, trying to save her. Sherry convulsed all over, and it took a long time before she finally recovered her senses.

Clark took a handkerchief from his storage bag, carefully wiping away the stains at the corners of her mouth.

"Is that enough?" Sherry had fully recovered, her gaze cold as she looked at the man in front of her.

"Enough, enough," Clark replied, gazing at her beautiful, frosty face, her eyes revealing endless murderous intent. This ice-cold gaze made him feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar, after all, they were companions on the road before.

"Do you want to die!" Sherry felt the power still surging inside her, her beautiful eyes looked at him with embarrassment and anger.

 Clark was frightened and quickly softened his attitude; this woman was not someone to provoke, and he indeed had done something wrong. It was night before, now it was day; Clark looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, not wanting to miss any detail.

Sherry struggled to stand up but fell down again; Clark quickly adjusted his stance. A voice filled with magic rang out again.

Sherry was first startled, then realized that Clark had fallen into her traps several times. She was both angry and in a hurry, her jade hand glowing faintly as she imprinted a palm on his chest.

The immense force sent the originally restless Clark flying, crashing heavily into a stone wall, coughing up blood.

At the same time, Sherry drew a long sword from her storage bag, the blade surrounded by a blue mist, razor-sharp, resembling a pool of clear water, crystal clear with waves of cold air emanating from it.

Although her heart was filled with love for Clark, the more she looked at him, the more disappointed she became. His appearance was not handsome, his body unkempt, and his talent for cultivation was a mess.

That he could cultivate to the sixth level of Qi refining was a miracle in her eyes. Moreover, this man was a lascivious rogue, his fiery gaze always fixed on her.

 If Clark knew, he would definitely say it was a huge misunderstanding. The woman looked like a fairy who had descended to earth, her features so exquisitely dreamy that his gaze naturally wandered uncontrollably.

 Having trained in these ruins for two years, surviving was a miracle, and there was no time to groom himself, so it made sense that he looked like a wild man.

Clark wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his body like it had fallen apart.

The beautiful woman walked, her brows slightly furrowed in pain as she inhaled a breath of cold air, her jade hand holding the precious sword thrusting towards Clark.

Clark finally let it all out: "Last night, it was you who kept kissing me, it was you who climbed onto me, and it was you who went all the way, and now, somehow, it's all my fault!" 

"I pushed you away several times, but not only did you not listen, you even tried to overpower me with brute force." 

"I told you not to play with fire, not to play with fire, but you insisted on playing with fire!" 

"What can I do, I'm also desperate, I can't beat you, nor can I run away!"

"I've been single on my own strength for over a decade, but you conquered me in just one night, do you think that was easy for me..." Clark said, quietly observing Sherry's expression. 

Sherry's bright eyes brimmed with tears, dropping like pearls across her delicate face. Her crying seemed as if the whole world was at fault, eliciting pity. 

"Of course, I'm also responsible for this. If you agree, I'm willing to suffer a loss, to marry you and never betray you for the rest of my life."

"Shut up, you rogue, I will kill you!" Sherry's long sword streaked through the air like lightning, slashing towards Clark. Naturally, he wouldn't just stand there and let her hit him.

 Sherry, severely injured, had only a fraction of her strength left, and her body was already overtaxed from forcibly using her spiritual power. After executing that strike, she collapsed to the ground, weakened. 

Clark escaped and walked straight out of the mist, not lingering any longer. He used the Thousand Mile Sprint technique and headed towards the distance, since the other party was merciless, there was no need for him to stay there and be detestable.

Crossing over a ridge, he felt restless, images of Sherry in danger kept emerging in his mind. 

"It was she who first threatened me with violence, so I can't blame myself for heartlessly abandoning her now," Clark muttered to himself as if to reassure himself. 

Passing through a dense forest, he noticed that the number of fierce beasts had increased, all seemingly heading towards the area with the mist. 

"Damn it, who told me I owed you in my past life!" He turned around and sped towards the mist area like a madman. 

"You were gone, why are you back!" Sherry leaned against a rock, her tone still icy. 

"Suddenly, many ferocious birds and beasts have appeared around here, probably they have discovered this place! I'm going to take you away now," Clark said suddenly, his expression very serious.

"I don't want your feigned kindness, just go by yourself!" Sherry turned her head away, refusing to look at him again. 

Beside her were several puddles of blood not yet fully dried, obviously, her injuries had relapsed after he left. 

"Let's go, now is not the time to argue," Clark said anxiously. 

At that moment, the roaring of fierce beasts could be heard outside, getting closer and clearer. 

"You stupid woman!" Clark, disregarding everything, picked up Sherry and carried her on his shoulder, rushing outside. 

Sherry thought he was trying to take advantage of her again and instinctively slapped out a palm, a very powerful strike even in her weakened state given the close distance. 

Clark staggered, his throat sweet with blood, but he forcibly swallowed it back down. 

"After this palm strike, I no longer owe you anything!" Clark said emotionlessly, his voice equally cold. 

In his heart, he didn't really blame Sherry. She was a celestial being in the eyes of the world, not only was her beauty unparalleled, but she also had talent that was unprecedented, having entered the Foundation Building stage at sixteen, directly refreshing the history of the Heavenly Star Palace. 

Such a stunningly talented person had given herself to him, a very ordinary-looking man, in an inconspicuous spirit spring. It would be hard for anyone to accept. 

No matter what, Clark had indeed taken advantage of someone. Moreover, in Sherry's conscious state, he had taken advantage of her not a little, even wanting to go further while she was conscious. 

Her not killing him outright was a great mercy, and Clark did not think that if she really wanted to kill him, he would be able to escape. 

"If you move again, if the Magic Ape comes, I will throw you down!" Clark yelled at Sherry, no longer indulging her, and slapped her on her resilient skin.