"If you dare cause trouble, don’t expect to leave the mountain again!"
Seeing the clothes getting fewer and fewer, the icy voice grew anxious.
Ji Hongxiu was indifferent, sneering, "Who are you trying to scare? We are originally of the same source, possessing the same body’s right of use. Why should I listen to you?"
"But you mustn’t be so shameless! He is Qingxuan’s beloved. As a master, how can you be so disgraceful?" Seeing the threat was useless, the icy voice began to pressure from a moral standpoint.
Ji Hongxiu shook her head, "I’m only trying to test the suppression effect of Dragon Qi on Dao Patterns, not intending to actually do anything. I’m sure Qingxuan can understand."
"If you completely resolve the malice of heaven and earth, isn’t that a good thing for you?"
"Without the ’cost’ constraint, with your talent, you might even surpass that demoness Yu Youhan. The foundation of Tianshu Pavilion will become even more solid... isn’t that your long-cherished wish?"
Ji Hongxiu’s tone was soft and lazy, like a succubus beguiling the heart.
The icy voice remained unmoved, coldly saying, "What I want, I’ll strive for myself, not rely on a man!"
"Then you keep enduring, as for me, I can’t bear it. The taste of Karma Fire Burning God is too unbearable..."
Ji Hongxiu untied her waist sash, the red Daoist robe falling like clouds to the ground.
Her skin was whiter than frost or snow, as delicate as white jade, her neck gleaming, shoulders like they were carved, her waist as slim as a breeze-swayed willow.
Wearing only a white dudou on her upper body, without any decoration, below her exquisite collarbone, the fabric was pushed up high, trembling with countless allure.
Below was only a close-fitting short culotte, her long legs smooth and flawless.
Ji Hongxiu slowly leaned into Chen Mo’s embrace.
As their skin touched, feeling the scorching temperature from that strong body, her cheeks flushed as if drunk.
Meanwhile, the blood-colored patterns on her inner thighs dimmed slightly.
As Dragon Qi roamed constantly over Chen Mo’s body, it seemed like the Divine Soul, consumed by fiery torment, found an indescribable coolness.
"So that’s how it is."
"Dao Patterns are born out of the world’s malice, a price for touching the Source Wall, while Dragon Qi is favored by heaven and earth, the embodiment of condensed fortune."
"Since Dragon Qi covered my aura, in the eyes of the heavens, I was no longer an anomaly, and the ’cost’ naturally weakened..."
"Tsk tsk, you’ve been painstakingly researching Dao Patterns for years to no avail, and I solved it so easily. Shouldn’t you thank me?"
Ji Hongxiu’s water-cut eyes squinted with some pride.
The icy female voice was silent for a moment, saying, "Dragon Qi is not only the manifestation of fortune, but also contains major consequences. The deeper your contact with Chen Mo, the tighter you will be entangled by causes and effects, making it impossible to achieve transcendence in the future."
Ji Hongxiu replied indifferently, "I never sought transcendence anyway. Don’t forget, I’m untouched by the three poisons, possessing obsession, greed, and lust all together."
The icy voice was about to say something, but suddenly paused.
In his sleep, Chen Mo suddenly turned over, placing a big hand on Ji Hongxiu’s waist.
Though unconscious, the instinct etched in his bones made him move, his palm gliding up her snowy smooth skin, gradually reaching under the dudou...
Ji Hongxiu’s body trembled, her face growing redder.
The icy voice spoke urgently, "You must stop him, this is not right... um!"
Ji Hongxiu chuckled, "I almost forgot, you and I are dual souls. You’ll feel these touches too."
Savoring the other’s discomfort, Ji Hongxiu not only didn’t push Chen Mo away, but even wrapped her long legs around his waist, lightly rubbing the part marked by the Dao Patterns...
Meanwhile, Chen Mo’s other hand traced downward...
Ji Hongxiu’s head tilted back, her red lips parting slightly, emitting a peculiar sound like a blend of icy and bewitching voices.
"Daoist Venerable, how does it feel?"
Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, asking with a satisfied smile.
For a while, there was no response, the icy female voice seemingly disappeared.
"Sealing the five senses, locking oneself in a little black room? Ha, what self-deception..."
Ji Hongxiu shook her head.
Feeling Chen Mo’s increasingly unruly movements, a hint of embarrassment flickered in her eyes. She snapped her fingers, and a rope appeared from thin air, binding him tightly.
Then she leaned by his side, closing her eyes with a look of gratification.
At the foot of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in Tiannan State.
The group looked around blankly.
Just now, Fu Li detonated seven platforms, an endless blood tide surged towards them, threatening to swallow them... Suddenly, their vision blurred, and upon reopening their eyes, they found themselves outside the Thousand-foot Stone Screen perimeter.
"Am I dead or alive?"
"Snap—hiss, it hurts..."
Yu Hongyin and Qiao Tong exchanged glances, their eyes full of lingering fear.
They thought it was a perfect opportunity to capture Fu Li, but every step was part of his calculation. Since cooperating with Bai Lingchuan, they had been trapped!
If not for Chen Mo bravely withstanding the formation and the intervention of that mysterious Grandmaster, they would have been turned into Blood Pearls!
"This Fu Li is truly insidious and cunning, thank goodness for Mr. Chen... Eh? Where did Mr. Chen go?"
Qiao Tong looked around but did not see Chen Mo or Ling Ningzhi.
The Sky Scale Guard’s assistants also realized.
"Could it be Mr. Chen didn’t make it out?"