My CEO Harem Cultivation System

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Ice Wyvern Fang

(Medium Size)

Obtained from the Frostborne Mountains and contains a concentrated freezing Ao energy within it. In addition to plunging their enemies, the fangs of the wyvern contain a paralyzing and freezing nature within it.

It was a crazy idea, but if the description called them freezing then the chances were that it could. He plucked out a frosted white feather from the Inventory and watched as the water around him drew more chilly.

The water started freezing up and he knew that was his chance.

Li Yang swept a hundred feet more away from the Nian and then gave the beast a look, egging him to come closer. The two could somewhat understand each other in a way that didn't even need to think thoughts aloud and it was a strange thing to do with an opponent.

But even if the creature knew—was Li Yang underestimating its thick scales?

That sudden thought seemed to have stemmed more from the Nian than him, and he couldn't help but shake its head. 

Come here to find out.

He really needed better threats. The Nian Beast rampaged towards him at a speed that caught him off guard. It wasn't using its full speed before—!

He found himself moments away from its maw before Li Yang forced the entirety of the waters to push them out of the sea. The entire beast's body suddenly disconnected with the waters as it was thrown up into the air. 

Li Yang himself was several feet up as he took out the largest "Frozen" item in his Inventory—the Great Tusk of Tundra Mammoth. He threw it down into the waters that came up  to meet it. 

A quick combination between the two elements occurred—the tusk enveloped by the waters and the freezing of such liquids. It turned into a curved ice javelin that was tossed up right into the Nian beast's underbelly.

Tear. Rip. Shred. 

Right as Li Yang crashed into the waters, the same thing happened to the Nian beast only that it was met with a fatal blow that ripped its belly and turned the dark waters to red. It wasn't only the tusk itself that made the belly give way, velocity granted the weapon to plunge deep within the beast.

The course of pain somehow also registered in Li Yang as well—feeling like his own stomach was shredded open despite not actually receiving the injury as well. It made his head reel for a second, but then he was back to using the water to dig the tusk deeper.

Crimson continued to flow and slosh the waters with its life and it stared at Li Yang betrayed in a sense—for whatever reason it may have had. And yet a certain rage throbbed that somehow told him that the Nian beast thought it was right.

Li Yang was indeed death, it was a murderer—

A far larger weapon suddenly plunged into the waters and struck the Nian beast in the head—and Li Yang felt a rupture go out inside of him. The disconnection was cut then and there.

He realized that there were several things that seemed to have arrived.

Once he resurfaced, Li Yang realized that it was not something but someone—several others have arrived. He couldn't help but feel like he met a group of not sword-flying cultivators, but rather an organized group of gang members that only happened to be using swords as their vehicle.

Several men and women flew in each of their own swords, everyone at a level or had the luxury of obtaining something that seemed like an artifact from the past. Out of all of them was the person who appeared to be the head of the group and the very same person that finished off the Nian beast.

A man with dark purple hair was looking at Yuan Gen and the rest of the people that survived the attack. There was a certain sense of relaxed authority in the man's aura and even in his slightly dry tone.

This young cultivator didn't immediately rescue the people still in the waters.

"Even if the yacht was destroyed and the cargo went along with it, I suppose this serpent more than makes up for the cost, Gen. It's been quite awhile since we caught one of these things, they're reclusive bastards." He looked over his shoulder. "Guys, hook it up." 

Several of the people threw down what appeared to be gigantic fishing hooks to ensnare the beast and bring it up. That was what they decided to focus on more first—alleviating the costs of what they had lost.

Li Yang didn't exactly voice a word immediately, although he was tempted to say that the death of the beast was still primarily because of him. He was the one who dealt the most damage to it and he was also inclined to mention that the rest survived because of him.

However, he didn't exactly care much for the glory now.

The man found his gaze on someone else. What he didn't expect of it all was a certain woman that was also with them. She was on one of the flying swords all by herself. Ying Yue He felt a stared from down at the dark waters and then recognized Li Yang's face—she practically abandoned her sword and tossed herself into the waters.

"Yang!" Ying Yue He cried out as she wrapped her arms around the man, tears immediately pricking her eyes. 

Li Yang wasn't sure if it was from the cold or the salt getting to her eyes.

The man was still fathoming her actually being here with him, but before he could fully actualize that this was now happening and he had seen her at long last—the man tasted her lips on his own. 

She had missed him too much—that she did away with the words or anything at all. 

"... When I said hook it up, I didn't mean it this way." The head of the rescue team and leader of the group only shook his head at the couple practically making out in the waters. It was a reunion, alright.