CXnovel Chapter 153: It's too late now!
Chapter 153: It's too late now!
"Grass."
He cursed inwardly.
This is the "Holy Maiden Candidate" of the Tianyin Sect.
The Tianyin Sect, one of the nine righteous sects.
People with this kind of identity definitely have a soul lamp or life-saving mark left by an old monster from a sect.
Kill her?
Those overprotective old hags of the Tianyin Sect could hunt him down to the ends of the earth.
Released?
The feud has already been formed; returning it would only mean being wanted across the entire map.
"This is troublesome."
Mo Chengyue frowned.
I went to the pond to catch a fish, but I ended up catching a great white shark.
What should I do?
They must not be killed.
It cannot be released.
Mo Chengyue looked at the female cultivator who was still frowning despite being unconscious.
His mind raced, calculating rapidly.
At last.
The little figure representing "demonic cultivation" kicked the little figure representing "conscience" into the abyss.
Fortune favors the bold.
"Since we can't kill him, and we can't let him go."
"Then we can only..."
"Cook the raw rice into cooked rice."
Mo Chengyue gritted his teeth.
There is a forbidden technique in the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic.
Locking the soul and sealing memories.
By utilizing the resonance of the soul when yin and yang meet, a memory can be forcibly sealed or altered.
Turn this kidnapping case into a "life-saving grace" that must be repaid.
Shameless, indeed.
But you have everything as long as you're alive.
"Girl, don't blame me."
"I was forced into this situation."
"Besides, my Yin and Yang energies are very nourishing, you're lucky."
Mo Chengyue offered himself a word of self-consolation.
No more hesitation.
Reach out.
He tore open the moon-white Taoist robe that represented the majesty of the righteous path.
Inside the formation.
The pink mist thickened.
To completely submerge this space.
"Help……"
The female cultivator murmured unconsciously in her confusion.
Mo Chengyue bent down.
He whispered in her ear.
"Don't be afraid."
"Your senior brother is coming to save you."
"However, the detoxification process..."
"It might hurt a little."
Inside the array barrier, the pink mist was so thick it was almost stagnant.
It tightly wrapped around that narrow stone platform.
Mo Chengyue looked down at the female cultivator beneath him from his elevated position.
This genius of the Heavenly Sound Sect, who was just moments ago so pure and otherworldly.
At this moment, her Taoist robe was disheveled, and the moon-white fabric stood out starkly against her alabaster-like skin.
Her hands were bound above her head with a specially made binding rope mixed with black widow spider silk.
His knuckles were pale from the intense struggle.
"Demon... Demon cultivator... You dare... The Heavenly Sound Sect will surely... grind you to dust..."
The female cultivator's voice was intermittent, tormented by both the "Sad Breeze" and the poison of love.
The originally cool tone was now accompanied by a vibrato that made one's bones melt.
Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, were now struggling between reason and primal instinct.
Mo Chengyue expressionlessly reached out his hand, his fingertips slowly tracing the pale golden lotus mark below her collarbone.
His eyes were calm, deep, and even had a surgical coldness.
"Junior sister, don't waste your energy."
Mo Chengyue leaned slightly forward, his voice low and alluring.
"In these ruins, every breath of air represents a loss."
"The 'Shadowless Powder' within you is already gnawing at your meridians."
If the medicinal properties are not extracted through the method of yin-yang interaction, it will take no more than three hours.
"Your pride and joy in your cultivation will turn into deadly poison, making you wish you were dead."
He can lie without even blinking.
Even his tone carried a sense of "compassion" as if he were rescuing someone from dire straits.
"You...you're talking nonsense..."
The female cultivator bit her lip until it bled, and the blood drew a startling crimson line across her fair face.
"Are you talking nonsense? Can't you feel the burning sensation in your lower abdomen?"
Mo Chengyue stopped wasting words; he knew time was of the essence.
In the ruins of this war between immortals and demons, let's not waste even a second.
This increases the risk of being discovered by those ancient remnant souls.
He made a sword gesture with one hand and touched the female cultivator's lower abdomen.
The Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic is operating at full speed.
In an instant, a black and white vortex formed in Mo Chengyue's palm.
That was the ultimate form of plunder, and also the ultimate form of seduction.
The moment their skin touched completely.
The female cultivator's body trembled violently, like a swan struck by lightning.
She closed her eyes in despair, two lines of tears streaming down her temples.
Yet, under the influence of the pervasive fragrance of love within the formation, she shamefully let out a low moan.
"boom!"
The moment the two were completely united, a brilliant firework suddenly exploded in Mo Chengyue's sea of consciousness.
An unprecedented surge of immense energy flowed along that invisible bridge.
It surged into Mo Chengyue's meridians like a torrent bursting its banks.
That is the "Sacred Essence Yin" refined through hundreds of years of inheritance by the Tianyin Sect.
This energy carries a certain sacred chant.
It was as if countless monks were whispering in Mo Chengyue's ear at that moment.
"Well done!"
Mo Chengyue thought to himself with a cold snort.
He was not overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure; instead, he pushed the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic to its limit.
Inside the dantian, the originally viscous liquid true essence began to spin wildly.
Every wisp of "sacred essence" inhaled was ruthlessly crushed and reassembled by the black and white Tai Chi diagram.
Then it transformed into the purest cultivation, filling the long-dried-up gaps in the realm.
pain.
Because the absorption was too fast, Mo Chengyue felt as if his meridians were being plowed by red-hot iron.
But he gritted his teeth and pressed on instead of retreating.
Those are the "seeds" cultivated by such powerful sects with all their resources.
He, that mouse hiding in the shadows, managed to steal it from us.
On the stone platform, the female cultivator let out a broken, mournful cry.
Her once-unrivaled foundation is withering away at a visible rate.
All the essence transformed into strands of pale golden light, which were then swallowed by Mo Chengyue.
Deep within their souls, their consciousnesses were also colliding.
Mo Chengyue's divine sense was like a black dagger, forcefully breaking through the female cultivator's fragile psychological defenses.
In the fragments of her memory, he saw a palace floating in the clouds.
He witnessed the earnest expectations of countless elders, as well as the long years that this female cultivator spent sitting in the cold pool in her quest to attain enlightenment.
"Sorry, these are mine now."
Mo Chengyue coldly mobilized his true energy and began to cast "Soul Locking and Memory Sealing".
He did not choose to erase her memory—erasing the memory of such an old monster's disciple would be tantamount to suicide.
He chose "replace".
Taking advantage of the intertwining of life and soul during dual cultivation, he subtly blurred and reconstructed the scene of his attack.
Deep within the female cultivator's subconscious, he planted a seed.
She was ambushed by a mysterious person whose face was obscured.
They spared no expense, using this shameful method to "rescue" her.
A life-saving grace is more important than chastity.
This is the most insidious logical transformation in the demonic path.
As this seed was planted, the female cultivator's originally tense and struggling body strangely relaxed.
Even in that instinctive surrender, she took the initiative to wrap her arms around Mo Chengyue's neck and hug him tightly.