Chapter 453: Chapter 453
453: Chapter 449: The Fierce Ghost of the Night Roams 453: Chapter 449: The Fierce Ghost of the Night Roams Her gentle, lingering movements carried an undertone of subtle tension and unfamiliarity, which, combined with her exceptionally young and beautiful face, made it easy to guess that this female Enchanting Demon was descending the mountain for the first time.
Having just gained consciousness, the first prey she encountered was the finest that all Enchanting Demons could only dream of; how could she not be delighted and thrilled?
Enchanting Demons, by nature, were willful and unrestrained.
The more such dispassionate and aloof immortals showed their detachment, the more they stirred their blasphemous desires.
“The young master’s resolve is truly remarkable,” she cooed with admiration.
“This Hero’s Mausoleum is the most potent of the six desires of the mundane world.
Even the average Immortal Lord would succumb after absorbing just a trace.
Yet, young master remains unmoved, is that not in vain of the painstaking Charming Poison you cultivated?”
As the Immortal Sword Master, he had never been so unabashedly flirted with by a woman.
In an instant, his face flushed a mix of green and red, and his chest heaved heavily.
He closed his eyes tightly, clenched his teeth, and silently recited the Heart Clearing Technique in his mind.
Being toyed with by a female demon in this manner, any other proud Immortal Lord would have likely been cursing relentlessly in anger.
Yet, he suppressed his temper and said patiently, “The matters between men and women, love and desire cannot be separated.
If there is one who can truly win over the lady’s affection and joy, then passion can flow freely.
You and I have only just met as strangers; how could we carelessly indulge in frivolity?
Lady, you wish to safeguard the life and death of your clan, which is the grand Dao of loyalty.
I hope you will not stray onto the petty path and demean yourself.”
Seeing him take such a serious turn during this critical moment, and even preach, the female Enchanting Demon couldn’t help but snort with laughter, “Is the Immortal Lord an old-fashioned gentleman?
I am an Enchanting Demon sunk in six desires, inherently different from ordinary girls.
Yet, the Immortal Lord frets over me degrading myself.”
Fei Yan’s gaze softened, “Immortal Lord, you are a good person.”
Her expression tinted with melancholy, her tone carrying a tinge of regret, “It’s just a shame that in this chaotic world, good people are often humiliated.”
Just like what was happening right now.
She sighed lightly and said, “The Immortal Lord’s words are sincere and have truly touched my heart.
I’m afraid if you keep talking, I’ll genuinely soften and let you go.
So I must apologize for imposing on the Immortal Lord.”
With that, she loosened the belt at her waist, and her enigmatic, silvery gown glided down from her shoulders.
Under the bleak moonlight, her voluptuous and fair body was clearly visible.
His gaze shifted away instantly as if seared by fire, his skin turning as red as if bleeding.
The moment he turned his head, a soft cloth belt was tied around his lips, knotted lightly, and now he couldn’t even open his mouth to curse.
The clothes on his body were torn into disarray by the female Enchanting Demon, and the dangerous, ambiguous scent of roses in his breath made his consciousness dizzy, making it difficult to think of any self-rescue strategies.
The rich and enchanting fragrance of flowers seemed to affect not only him.
In the warm, steaming mist of the fragrance, the Enchanting Demon’s eyes became more and more hazy and unrestrained.
She leaned over, pressing down on his chest and blew gently.
The young, handsome Immortal Lord underneath her turned his head away in reluctance and disapproval, his eyes sternly shut.
This unmoved demeanor was truly infuriating.
Enchanting Demon Fei Yan knitted her brows, gradually losing patience, and began to act more boldly and unrestrainedly.
The hammering of the Xuanshuang Ice Coffin ceased, replaced by the piercing shriek of nails forcefully scraping against the ice.
Enchanting Demon Fei Yan’s eyes sparkled enticingly as she cast a sidelong, seductive glance at Yun Rong, “I wonder if the honorable Fourth Sword has ever found himself dissolving into softness and bones melting in the presence of the Immortal Lord?”
Yun Rong inside the coffin had already reddened his eyes, completely losing his usual composure.
“The Immortal Lord’s heart is clear and his resolve firm, unaffected by the desires of the Hero’s Mausoleum.
I truly admire this, but since I have come tonight, I am fully prepared, and will not leave empty-handed.”
Fei Yan’s nails, sensually long and sharp, suited her identity as an Enchanting Demon.
But only her little finger was painted with a bewitching scarlet henna.
She sighed lightly, seemingly reluctantly saying, “Since the Immortal Lord refuses to comply, I must resort to unpleasant measures.
It will hurt a bit at first, but soon after, I assure you, Immortal Lord, that you will find comfort.”
Her slender and delicate little finger grazed his neck and gently pierced into the skin.
His tightly shut eyes suddenly flew open, and a chilling sense of imminent danger surged in his heart.
Before he could react, a slight, sharp pain made his body go numb, and he couldn’t help but let out a suppressed groan.
The searing poison flooded into his body, uncontrollable.
At this moment, even reciting the Heart Clearing Technique numerous times was futile.
Watching this scene, Fang Geyu just wanted to faint from embarrassment.
She wished to cover her face with her hands, but found she couldn’t move in her current state of consciousness invasion, so she just had to keep watching, eyes wide open.
In her heart, she constantly cursed the Enchanting Demon as shameless and indecent, despicable and licentious.
Yet she couldn’t help but sneak another peek, not because she really wanted to, but because she felt increasingly uneasy…
Why did the Sword Master right now bear such a striking resemblance to the little corpse demon by her side that night?
Although there was a slight difference.
The corpse demon she raised still had the body of a young boy!
Fang Geyu’s heart suddenly harbored a terrifying thought and finally began to faintly realize why she felt so uncomfortable watching these memories, especially when he was being intimate with the Fourth Sword and the Demon Lord’s apprentice.
Initially, she was a disinterested observer, just looking on for fun.
If possible, Miss Fang would even have liked to snack on some seeds and fruits for amusement.
But now, all she wanted was to rush over and tear that shameless woman into pieces to feed to the dogs!
Was the heavens playing such a cruel joke on her?
Just as the Enchanting Demon was immersed in her excitement, she suddenly uttered a soft exclamation as if she sensed something.
She placed her hand on the spiritual core injury within his abdomen, carefully sensing and revealing a flash of insight in her eyes, as if she had discovered some rare treasure.
This esteemed and noble Immortal Lord was actually pure and untouched, just like Yun Rong, the Fourth Sword!
The heavens were showing her great favor.
Just thinking about being the first Enchanting Demon to consume the body of Immortal Fu Ye, rumored to be untouchable, she was so thrilled she could hardly contain herself.
Ah, this wasn’t good, she was almost losing control just by thinking about it.
Compared to Fei Yan’s ecstatic delight, the Sword Master was on the verge of madness.
His understanding of an Enchanting Demon’s nature was utterly subverted.
He could no longer maintain his composure; his muffled sounds never ceased as he urged her to leave quickly.
But Fei Yan was so excited by touching his waist and abdomen that she could hardly bear to let him go.
She lifted her alluring eyes to glance at him, feeling that she had toyed enough.
At that moment, bone-chilling, cold breezes swept through the forest.
Within those breezes, a sinister mist loomed, collecting the layered flowers from the ground, the blood-red roses wilting and withering, as if drained of their essence.
The dead silence and icy chill were like a numbness, as if countless cold, slick snakes were slithering in the invisible wind toward them.
The sudden cold threat froze Fei Yan, who was in high spirits, as if she were a quail frozen in ice, her bare back breaking out in a layer of fine bumps.