Temptation—it was blatant, naked temptation.
Bai Erma was definitely not simple, and Shui Miao didn’t believe a word she said.
“She allowed me to destroy her physical body, yet instead of holding a grudge, she wants to help me seek revenge? Does she take me for a stallion clouded by lust?” Shui Miao thought to himself, secretly plotting, “It seems she wants to seize my body. If that’s the case, then I might as well go along with her plan and use my Soul Devouring ability to consume and refine her spirit.”
“Stop staring like that—it makes me shy,” Bai Erma said flirtatiously.
Looking about twenty years old, Bai Erma was sexy, seductive, and exuded a confident, passionate charm that could make any man fall for her.
Shui Miao smiled slightly. “I have a way for us to cultivate together without needing to leave our souls.”
“How?” Bai Erma was slightly taken aback, clearly doubtful.
Shui Miao channeled his spiritual energy into his hands and reached out to touch Bai Erma. To his surprise, he actually made contact. He quickly grabbed her and directed a surge of energy to his erect penis, pinning her beneath him underwater and forcefully initiating the dual cultivation.
“How is this possible?”
Bai Erma was shocked that Shui Miao could actually penetrate her directly.
“Of course it’s possible. My body isn’t like that of an ordinary person. It has been purified countless times by celestial energy. As long as there’s spiritual energy to guide it, I can naturally cultivate with you directly,” Shui Miao said, thrusting vigorously. He excitedly discovered that it was indeed possible to have intercourse with a ghost—it felt cool and uniquely pleasurable.
“Ahh! You’re too strong! I can’t take it anymore!”
Though Bai Erma’s ghostly form had just recently solidified, it was much stronger than that of an average ghost. Still, she couldn’t endure Shui Miao’s relentless assault.
Temptation. This is blatant temptation.
This Belma is anything but simple. Shui Miao didn’t believe a word she said.
“She destroyed my physical body, yet instead of holding a grudge, she wants to help me seek revenge. Does she think I’m some stallion driven mad by lust?” Shui Miao’s mind raced as he secretly calculated. “It seems she wants to seize my body. In that case, I might as well play along and use my soul-devouring power to consume and refine her soul.”
“You’re so mean, staring at me like that. It’s making me shy.”
Belma appeared to be around twenty years old—sexy, fiery, intelligent, and unrestrained. Any man would be captivated by her.
Shui Miao smiled faintly. “I have a way for us to dual cultivate without needing soul projection.”
“How?” Belma was slightly taken aback, a hint of disbelief in her eyes.
Shui Miao channeled the spiritual energy within him, concentrating it in his hand, and reached out to touch Belma. To his surprise, he made contact. He quickly grabbed her, then focused another surge of spiritual energy into the “little monk” below his waist. Pinning her beneath him, he thrust into her depths in the water, forcibly initiating dual cultivation with Belma.
“How is this possible?”
Belma was astonished. She never expected Shui Miao to be able to engage with her directly.
“Of course, it’s possible. My body isn’t an ordinary one—it has been tempered countless times by immortal energy. As long as I channel spiritual energy, I can dual cultivate with you directly.” Shui Miao thrust vigorously, excited to discover that even ghosts could be engaged this way. The sensation was chillingly unique, an entirely different experience.
“Ah! You… you’re too intense! I can’t take it, I really can’t!”
Belma’s soul had only recently coalesced. Though far stronger than average ghosts, she couldn’t withstand Shui Miao’s frenzied pace.
“How could you not take it? As the saying goes, ‘Only the ox dies of exhaustion; the field is never worn out from plowing.’ Stop pretending.” Shui Miao began secretly circulating his energy, absorbing the Yin spiritual power from Belma’s soul.
The river water churned noisily, accompanied by the woman’s cries, creating an intensely stimulating atmosphere.
Belma was both terrified and horrified. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be! I’m still weak. You can’t be so rough. Dual cultivation requires a slow and steady approach. What you’re doing will only kill me—it won’t achieve the purpose of dual cultivation at all. Please, stop! Stop! I can’t take it anymore! No… ah! No!”
“Fine, then I’ll take it slow…”
Shui Miao was in no hurry. After all, Belma couldn’t escape now; she was entirely at his mercy.
“Damn it! How can this brat confront me directly? What should I do now? What? I had planned to take over his body, obliterate his soul, and then indulge with his women to vent my hatred. But now, I’m on the brink of being defeated by him. How can I exact my revenge like this?” Belma’s thoughts were frantic, yet her emotions were in chaos. She had schemed to outwit others but was now on the verge of being annihilated by them. She couldn’t accept this—she would never accept it, not even in death.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Shui Miao suddenly intensified his movements, thrusting so hard that Belma’s eyes rolled back.
“You bastard! You’re killing me, and you have the nerve to ask? My Yin energy wasn’t strong to begin with, and now you’ve absorbed more than half of it. How am I supposed to dual cultivate with you now?”
The resentment in Belma’s eyes was utterly captivating.
A thrilling sense of conquest surged within Shui Miao. Unable to control himself, he quickened his pace. The frantic piston-like motions made Belma groan in agony. Just as she was on the verge of collapse, Shui Miao released a torrent of pure spiritual energy into Belma’s soul. Absorbing this energy, Belma was overjoyed. She quickly circulated the energy, strengthening her weakened soul and revitalizing her spirit.
“Shui Miao, you’re incredible! That felt amazing. Let’s go again, but slower and gentler this time…” Belma’s voice was sweet and tender, continuing to entice Shui Miao. Secretly, however, she was delighted. She had finally realized that Shui Miao knew nothing about dual cultivation. Releasing his energy so carelessly—if they cultivated dozens of times a day, wouldn’t it cost him his life? In the end, wouldn’t she be the one to benefit?
To continue absorbing Shui Miao’s spiritual energy, Belma moaned and cried out passionately, rousing him until he quickly regained his vigor and was ready to go again.
Seeing the change in Belma’s expression, Shui Miao knew she was secretly pleased with herself for gaining the upper hand. This time, he had to hold back and not release prematurely.
Shui Miao remained silent, thrusting vigorously. When he felt close to climax, he slowed down and adjusted his mindset.
After a while, Belma realized Shui Miao had started absorbing her energy again. To make him release early, she cried out even more passionately, but this time it didn’t work. Shui Miao seemed like a different person—indefatigable!
Gradually, Belma grew frantic. “Shui Miao, stop! I’m tired. You’re too strong—I can’t take it anymore…”
“No, I haven’t reached that point yet.” Shui Miao focused his mind, ensuring that point would never come.
Belma grew weaker and weaker. “Please, I beg you, stop! If you don’t stop soon, my soul will scatter!”
“Hold on a little longer. Maybe another ten minutes or so will do it.” Shui Miao sneered inwardly.
“Ah! Ah…” Belma let out two agonized cries before shouting in despair, “Stop! I… I’ll take you to my sisters and our sect’s holy maiden. They’ll keep you company. They’re… each as beautiful as celestial beings—I guarantee you’ll have the time of your life.”
“Heh, I don’t believe you.” Shui Miao naturally didn’t trust her desperate ploy.
Belma was now extremely weak. Her cries grew softer, one after another, until she could no longer speak.
Seeing that the time was right, Shui Miao had not only reclaimed the energy he had released but gained even more. He channeled a surge of soul-devouring power to refine Belma’s soul directly, acquiring her memories.
“Hmm?”
“She really was from the Witches’ Sect. She really does have sisters, and there really is a holy maiden in the sect!”
Shui Miao climbed ashore, dressed himself, and began sifting through Belma’s memories.
He discovered that heading north from there to a small town in Outer Mongolia, there was a hotel filled with many beautiful women. On the surface, these women engaged in the flesh trade, but in reality, each was a master of dual cultivation. Any man who encountered them would lose half his life after just one encounter.
According to Belma’s memories, the Witches’ Sect had over a dozen sisters from various countries—Japan, Korea, Russia, the U.S., Europe, Africa—representing all three major races. Each was an exceptional beauty, especially a Japanese woman named Yamizumi Minako, who was not only the leader of the Witches’ Sect but also a master of Japan’s Yin-Yang School.
“Interesting…”
Shui Miao drove off, heading north through the night.
Shui Miao had changed. This time, the transformation was absolute.
On his life’s path, he had grown weary of being overly cautious. For the sake of revenge, he was even willing to reinvent himself as a demon, because only then could he achieve his vengeance quickly.
Despite numerous moments of enlightenment and countless choices in life’s direction, he ultimately could not escape the temptation of his inner demons.
The river water surged noisily, echoing the woman’s cries, adding to the intense atmosphere.
Bai Erma was both shocked and terrified. “No, no, no! I’m too weak right now. Don’t be so rough. Dual cultivation should be done slowly. If you keep this up, you’ll kill me instead of cultivating together. Please stop, stop! I can’t take it anymore. Don’t… Ah! Don’t!”
“Alright then, I’ll slow down…”
Shui Miao wasn’t in a hurry anyway—Bai Erma was completely at his mercy.
“Damn it! This brat can actually penetrate me directly! What should I do now? I originally planned to seize his body, destroy his soul, and then go after his woman to avenge myself. But now I’m about to be fucked to death. How can I possibly take revenge? This is unbearable—I refuse to accept this!” Bai Erma’s mind raced, but her emotions were in turmoil. Trying to scheme against others only to be overwhelmed herself—she was filled with resentment, an unbearable bitterness.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you speaking anymore?”
Shui Miao suddenly increased his intensity, causing Bai Erma to roll her eyes repeatedly.
“You bastard, you’ve ruined me! You dare to talk like that? My yin energy wasn’t strong to begin with, and now you’ve drained most of it. How can I possibly cultivate with you now?”
The sorrowful gaze Bai Erma gave him was truly captivating.
A sudden sense of conquest surged in Shui Miao’s heart, and he couldn’t help but accelerate his pace. A frenzy of thrusting left Bai Erma crying out in distress. Just as Bai Erma was about to collapse, Shui Miao climaxed, releasing a stream of refined spiritual energy into Bai Erma’s spirit. Bai Erma absorbed this energy and was instantly overjoyed. She quickly circulated it, transforming her weakened ghostly form into a stronger one, her spirit revitalized.
“Shui Miao, you’re amazing! That felt so good. Let’s do it again—this time, slower and gentler…” Bai Erma’s voice was sweet and tender, continuing to seduce Shui Miao. In her heart, however, she was secretly delighted—she had finally realized that Shui Miao didn’t understand the true path of dual cultivation. He had climaxed so easily, and if he kept doing this dozens of times a day, wouldn’t it eventually benefit her?
To continue drawing spiritual energy from Shui Miao, Bai Erma kept moaning and crying out, quickly restoring his vitality so he could mount her again.
Seeing Bai Erma’s expression change, Shui Miao knew she was secretly rejoicing at gaining the upper hand. This time, he had to hold back and absolutely not climax again.
Silently, Shui Miao kept thrusting hard. When he felt the urge, he would slow down and adjust his mindset.
After a while, Bai Erma noticed Shui Miao beginning to draw her spiritual energy again. To make him climax quickly, she cried out even louder—but this time, it didn’t work. Shui Miao seemed like a completely different person, his penis now unyielding and unrelenting!
Gradually, Bai Erma became frantic. “Shui Miao, stop! I’m tired. You’re too strong. I can’t take it anymore…”
“No, I haven’t reached my peak yet,” Shui Miao said, focusing his mind. This time, that feeling would never come.
Bai Erma grew weaker and weaker. “Please, please stop! If you don’t stop, I’ll be completely destroyed!”
“You’ll have to endure a bit longer. Maybe in another ten or fifteen minutes, it’ll be done,” Shui Miao thought coldly to himself.
Temptation. This is outright temptation.
This Belma is anything but simple. Shui Miao didn’t believe a word she said.
“She destroyed my physical body, yet instead of holding a grudge, she wants to help me seek revenge. Does she think I’m some stallion driven mad by lust?” Shui Miao’s mind raced as he silently calculated. “It seems she wants to seize my body. In that case, I might as well play along and use my soul-devouring power to absorb and refine her soul.”
“You’re so mean, staring at me like that. It’s making me shy.”
Belma appeared to be around twenty years old—sexy, fiery, intelligent, and unrestrained. Any man would be captivated by her.
Shui Miao smiled faintly. “I have a way for us to dual cultivate without needing to leave our bodies.”
“How?” Belma was slightly taken aback, her expression doubtful.
Shui Miao channeled his spiritual energy into his hand and reached out to touch Belma. To his surprise, he made contact. He quickly grabbed her, then concentrated another surge of spiritual energy into his lower region, pressing her down beneath him. Right there in the water, he thrust into her depths, forcibly initiating dual cultivation with her.
“How is this possible?”
Belma was astonished. She never expected Shui Miao to be able to engage with her directly.
“Of course it’s possible. My body isn’t an ordinary one—it has been tempered by immortal energy countless times. As long as I channel spiritual energy, I can dual cultivate with you directly.” Shui Miao thrust vigorously, excited to discover that even ghosts could be engaged this way. The sensation was chillingly unique, an entirely different experience.
“Ah! You… you’re too intense! I can’t handle it, I really can’t!”
Belma’s soul had only recently coalesced. Though far stronger than an average ghost, she couldn’t withstand Shui Miao’s frenzied pace.
“How could you not handle it? As the saying goes, ‘It’s the ox that dies from exhaustion, not the field that’s worn out from plowing.’ Stop pretending.” Shui Miao began secretly circulating his energy, absorbing the Yin spiritual power from Belma’s soul.
The river water churned noisily, mingling with the woman’s cries to create an intensely stimulating atmosphere.
Belma was both terrified and horrified. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be! I’m weak right now. You can’t be so rough. Dual cultivation requires a slow and steady approach. What you’re doing will only kill me—it won’t achieve the purpose of dual cultivation. Please, stop! I can’t take it anymore! No… ah! Stop!”
“Fine, I’ll take it slow then…”
Shui Miao was in no hurry. After all, Belma couldn’t escape and was entirely at his mercy.
“Dammit! How can this brat engage with me directly? What do I do now? I originally planned to seize his body, destroy his soul, and then have my way with his women to vent my hatred. But now I’m on the verge of being done to death by him. How can I possibly get my revenge like this?” Belma’s thoughts raced, but her emotions were in turmoil. She had intended to scheme against him but was instead being overpowered. She refused to accept this—even in death, she wouldn’t yield.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Shui Miao suddenly intensified his movements, thrusting so forcefully that Belma’s eyes rolled back.
“You bastard, you’ve ruined me! How can you say that? My Yin energy wasn’t strong to begin with, and now you’ve absorbed most of it. How am I supposed to dual cultivate with you?”
The resentment in Belma’s eyes was utterly captivating.
A thrilling sense of conquest surged within Shui Miao, uncontrollable. He instinctively quickened his pace. The frantic piston-like motions made Belma groan in agony. Just as she was about to reach her limit, Shui Miao released a torrent of pure spiritual energy into her soul. Absorbing this energy, Belma was overjoyed. She quickly circulated it, strengthening her weakened spirit and revitalizing herself.
“Shui Miao, you’re incredible! That felt amazing. Let’s go again, but slower and gentler this time…” Belma’s voice was sweet and tender, continuing to entice him. Secretly, however, she was delighted. She had finally realized that Shui Miao knew nothing about dual cultivation. Releasing his energy so carelessly—if they cultivated dozens of times a day, wouldn’t it cost him his life? In the end, wouldn’t she be the one to benefit?
To continue absorbing Shui Miao’s spiritual energy, Belma moaned and cried out passionately, rousing him until he quickly regained his vigor and was ready to go again.
Seeing the change in Belma’s expression, Shui Miao knew she was secretly pleased with the advantage she’d gained. This time, he had to hold back and not release prematurely.
Silent and focused, Shui Miao thrust vigorously, slowing down when he felt close to climax to adjust his mindset.
After a while, Belma realized Shui Miao was once again absorbing her spiritual energy. To make him release early, she cried out even more passionately, but this time it didn’t work. Shui Miao seemed like a different person—indefatigable!
Gradually, Belma grew frantic. “Shui Miao, stop! I’m tired. You’re too strong—I can’t take it anymore…”
“Not yet. I haven’t reached that point.” Shui Miao concentrated calmly, knowing that point would never come.
Belma grew weaker and weaker. “Please, I beg you, stop! If you don’t, my soul will scatter!”
“Hold on a little longer. Maybe another ten minutes or so will do it.” Shui Miao sneered inwardly.
“Ah! Ah…” Belma let out two agonized cries before shouting in despair, “Stop! I’ll take you to my sisters and our sect’s saintess! They’ll keep you company—each one is breathtakingly beautiful. I guarantee you’ll have the time of your life.”
“Heh, I don’t believe you.” Shui Miao naturally didn’t trust her desperate ploy.
Belma was now extremely weak, her cries growing softer until she could no longer speak.
Seeing that the time was right, Shui Miao had not only reclaimed the spiritual energy he’d released but gained even more. He channeled a surge of soul-devouring power to refine Belma’s soul completely, acquiring her memories.
“Hmm?”
“So she really was from the Witches’ Sect. She really does have sisters, and there really is a saintess in the sect!”
Shui Miao climbed ashore, getting dressed as he sifted through Belma’s memories.
He discovered that heading north from there to a small town in Outer Mongolia, there was a hotel filled with beautiful women. On the surface, these women traded in carnal pleasures, but in truth, each was a master of dual cultivation. Any man who encountered them would lose half his vitality after just one encounter.
According to Belma’s memories, the Witches’ Sect had over a dozen sisters from various countries—Japan, Korea, Russia, the U.S., Europe, Africa—representing all three major races, each an exceptional beauty. Particularly a Japanese woman named Izumi Minako, who was not only the leader of the Witches’ Sect but also a master of Japan’s Yin-Yang School.
“Interesting…”
Shui Miao drove off, heading north through the night.
He had changed—this time, profoundly.
On his life’s path, he had grown weary of being overly cautious. For the sake of revenge, he was even willing to reinvent himself as a demon, because only then could he achieve his vengeance quickly.
Despite numerous epiphanies and choices in life, he ultimately couldn’t escape the temptation of his inner demons.
“Hehe, I don’t believe you,” Shui Miao replied. He naturally wouldn’t fall for such a temporary ploy.
Bai Erma was now extremely weak, her screams growing fainter and fainter, until she could no longer speak.
When the time was right, and not only had the energy he released been fully recovered but even increased, Shui Miao activated his Soul Devouring ability and directly refined Bai Erma’s soul, obtaining her memories.
“Hmm?”
Temptation. This is outright temptation.
This Belma is anything but simple. Shui Miao didn’t believe a word she said.
“She destroyed my physical body, yet instead of holding a grudge, she wants to help me seek revenge. Does she think I’m some stallion driven mad by lust?” Shui Miao’s mind raced as he silently calculated. “It seems she wants to seize my body. In that case, I might as well play along and use my soul-devouring power to consume and refine her soul.”
“You’re so mean, staring at me like that. It’s making me shy.”
Belma appeared to be around twenty years old—sexy, fiery, intelligent, and unrestrained. Any man would be captivated by her.
Shui Miao smiled faintly. “I have a way for us to dual cultivate without needing to leave our bodies.”
“How?” Belma was slightly taken aback, her expression doubtful.
Shui Miao channeled his spiritual energy into his hand and reached out to touch Belma. To his surprise, he made contact. He quickly grabbed her, then concentrated another surge of spiritual energy into his lower region, pressing her down beneath him. Right there in the water, he thrust into her depths, forcibly initiating dual cultivation with her.
“How is this possible?”
Belma was astonished. She never expected Shui Miao to be able to engage with her directly.
“Of course it’s possible. My body isn’t an ordinary one—it’s been tempered by immortal energy countless times. As long as I channel spiritual energy, I can dual cultivate with you directly.” Shui Miao thrust vigorously, excited to discover that even spirits could be engaged this way. The sensation was chillingly unique, an entirely different experience.
“Ah! You… you’re too intense! I can’t take it, I really can’t!”
Belma’s spirit had only recently solidified. Though she was far stronger than average ghosts, she couldn’t withstand Shui Miao’s frenzied pace.
“How could you not handle it? As the saying goes, ‘The ox may tire, but the field remains unbroken.’ Stop pretending.” Shui Miao began silently circulating his energy, absorbing the Yin spirit power from Belma’s soul.
The river water churned noisily, mingling with the woman’s cries to create an intensely stimulating atmosphere.
Belma was both shocked and terrified. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be! I’m still weak—you can’t be so rough. Dual cultivation requires a slow and steady approach. What you’re doing will only kill me; it won’t achieve the purpose of dual cultivation. Please, stop! I can’t take it anymore! No… ah! Stop!”
“Fine, I’ll take it slow then…”
Shui Miao was in no hurry. After all, Belma couldn’t escape now; she was entirely at his mercy.
“Dammit! How can this brat engage with me directly? What do I do now? I originally planned to seize his body, destroy his soul, and then have my way with his women to vent my hatred. But now I’m on the verge of being done to death. How can I possibly get my revenge like this?” Belma’s thoughts raced, but her emotions were in turmoil. She had intended to scheme against him, only to end up being overpowered. She refused to accept this—even in death, she wouldn’t yield.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Shui Miao suddenly intensified his movements, thrusting so forcefully that Belma’s eyes rolled back.
“You bastard! You’ve ruined me, and you have the nerve to ask? My Yin energy was already weak, and now you’ve absorbed most of it. How am I supposed to dual cultivate with you like this?”
The resentment in Belma’s eyes was utterly captivating.
A thrilling sense of conquest surged within Shui Miao, uncontrollable. He quickened his pace, his frantic piston-like movements making Belma groan in agony. Just as she seemed on the verge of collapse, Shui Miao reached his climax, releasing a surge of pure spiritual energy into Belma’s spirit. As she absorbed this energy, her despair turned to delight. She quickly circulated the energy, strengthening her weakened spirit and revitalizing herself.
“Shui Miao, you’re incredible! That felt amazing. Let’s go again, but slower and gentler this time…” Belma’s voice was sweet and tender, continuing to entice him. Secretly, however, she was rejoicing. She had finally realized that Shui Miao knew nothing about dual cultivation. Recklessly expelling his energy like this—if he did it dozens of times a day, it would cost him his life. In the end, wouldn’t she be the one to benefit?
To continue absorbing Shui Miao’s spiritual energy, Belma moaned and cried out passionately, rousing him until he quickly regained his vigor and was ready for another round.
Seeing the change in Belma’s expression, Shui Miao knew she was secretly gloating over her gains. This time, he had to hold back and not release prematurely.
Silent and focused, Shui Miao thrust vigorously, slowing down when he felt close to climax to steady his mind.
After a while, Belma realized Shui Miao was once again absorbing her energy. To make him release sooner, she intensified her cries, but this time it was ineffective. Shui Miao seemed like a different person—unyielding and relentless!
Gradually, Belma grew frantic. “Shui Miao, stop! I’m tired. You’re too strong—I can’t take it anymore…”
“Not yet. I haven’t reached that point.” Shui Miao concentrated his spirit, ensuring that point would never come.
Belma grew weaker and weaker. “Please, I beg you, stop! If you don’t, my soul will scatter!”
“Hold on a little longer. Maybe another ten minutes or so will do it.” Shui Miao sneered inwardly.
“Ah! Ah…” Belma let out two agonized screams before crying out in despair, “Stop! I’ll… I’ll take you to my sisters and our sect’s holy maiden. They’ll keep you company. They’re… each more beautiful than a celestial being, guaranteed to satisfy you.”
“Heh, I don’t believe you.” Shui Miao naturally didn’t trust her desperate ploy.
Belma was now extremely weak, her cries growing softer until she could no longer speak.
Seeing that the time was right, Shui Miao not only reclaimed the energy he had released but gained even more. He channeled a surge of soul-devouring power to refine Belma’s spirit completely, absorbing her memories.
“Hmm?”
“So she really was from the Witches’ Sect. She really does have sisters, and there really is a holy maiden in the sect!”
Shui Miao climbed ashore, dressed himself, and began sifting through Belma’s memories.
He discovered that heading north from here would lead to a small town in Outer Mongolia, where there was a hotel filled with many beautiful women. On the surface, these women engaged in the flesh trade, but in reality, each was a master of dual cultivation. Any man who encountered them would lose half his vitality after just one encounter.
According to Belma’s memories, the Witches’ Sect consisted of over a dozen sisters from various countries—Japan, South Korea, Russia, the United States, Europe, Africa—representing all three major races, each an exceptional beauty. Particularly noteworthy was a Japanese woman named Yamizumi Minako, who was not only the leader of the Witches’ Sect but also a master of Japan’s Yin-Yang school.
“Interesting…”
Shui Miao drove off, heading north through the night.
He had changed. This time, the transformation was absolute.
On his life’s path, he had grown weary of being overly cautious. For the sake of revenge, he was even willing to reinvent himself as a demon, because only by doing so could he achieve his vengeance swiftly.
Despite numerous moments of enlightenment and countless choices in defining his life’s purpose, he ultimately could not escape the temptation of his inner demons.
Shui Miao got out of the water, dressed himself, and began reading Bai Erma’s memories.
He discovered that heading north from here to a small town in Outer Mongolia, there was a hotel filled with beautiful women. These women appeared to be prostitutes, but in reality, they were all experts in dual cultivation. Any man who slept with them would lose half his life force in a single session.
Temptation, this is blatant temptation.
This Belma is definitely not simple; Shui Miao doesn’t believe a word she says.
“She destroyed my physical body, yet instead of holding a grudge, she wants to help me seek revenge. Does she think I’m a stallion driven mad by lust?” Shui Miao’s mind raced as he secretly calculated. “It seems she wants to seize my body. Since that’s the case, I might as well play along and use my soul-devouring power to consume and refine her soul.”
“You’re so dead! Staring at me like that… it’s making me shy.”
Belma appeared to be around twenty years old—sexy, fiery, intellectual, and uninhibited. Any man would be captivated by her.
Shui Miao smiled faintly. “I have a way for us to dual cultivate without needing to leave our bodies.”
“How?” Belma was slightly taken aback, somewhat skeptical.
Shui Miao channeled the spiritual energy within his body to his hand and reached out to touch Belma. To his surprise, he made contact. He quickly grabbed her, then concentrated another surge of spiritual energy into the “little monk” below his waist. Pinning her down, he thrust into her depths in the water, forcibly initiating dual cultivation with Belma.
“How is this possible?”
Belma was astonished, never expecting Shui Miao to be able to directly engage with her.
“Of course it’s possible. My body isn’t an ordinary one—it has been tempered countless times by immortal energy. As long as spiritual energy is channeled, I can dual cultivate with you directly.” Shui Miao thrust vigorously, excited to discover that even ghosts could be engaged directly. The sensation was chillingly unique, offering a distinct pleasure.
“Ah! You… you’re too intense! I can’t take it, I really can’t!”
Belma’s soul had only recently solidified. Although far stronger than an average ghost, she couldn’t withstand Shui Miao’s frenzied onslaught.
“How could you not be able to take it? As the saying goes, ‘Only the ox dies of exhaustion; the field is never worn out from plowing.’ Stop pretending.” Shui Miao began secretly circulating his energy to absorb the yin spiritual power from Belma’s soul.
The river water churned noisily, accompanied by the woman’s cries, creating an intensely stimulating atmosphere.
Belma was both shocked and terrified. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be! I’m very weak right now. Don’t be so forceful. Dual cultivation requires a slow and steady approach. What you’re doing will only kill me—it won’t achieve the effects of dual cultivation at all. Please, stop! Stop! I can’t take it anymore! No… ah! No!”
“Fine! Then I’ll take it slow…”
Shui Miao was in no hurry. After all, Belma couldn’t escape and was entirely at his mercy.
“Dammit! This brat can actually engage with me directly! What do I do now? What do I do? I originally planned to seize his body, destroy his soul, and then have my way with his women to vent my hatred. But now I’m about to be done to death by him. How can I get my revenge like this?” Belma’s thoughts raced, but her emotions were in turmoil. She had intended to scheme against others but was instead being overpowered. She refused to accept this—even in death, she wouldn’t accept it.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Shui Miao suddenly intensified his movements, thrusting so forcefully that Belma’s eyes rolled back.
“You bastard! You’re killing me, and you have the nerve to ask? My yin energy wasn’t strong to begin with, and now you’ve absorbed more than half of it. How am I supposed to dual cultivate with you now?”
The resentment in Belma’s eyes was utterly captivating.
A sense of exhilarating conquest surged within Shui Miao. Unable to control himself, he quickened his pace. A frenzy of piston-like movements left Belma moaning in agony. Just as she was on the verge of collapse, Shui Miao released a torrent of pure spiritual energy into Belma’s soul. Absorbing this energy, Belma was overjoyed and immediately circulated it, transforming her weak yin soul into a stronger one and revitalizing her spirit.
“Shui Miao, you’re incredible! You made me feel so good. Let’s go again—slower and gentler this time…” Belma’s voice was sweet and tender, continuing to entice Shui Miao. Secretly, however, she was delighted. She had finally realized that Shui Miao knew nothing about dual cultivation. Releasing his energy so carelessly—if they cultivated dozens of times a day, wouldn’t it cost him his life? In the end, wouldn’t she be the one to benefit?
To continue absorbing Shui Miao’s spiritual energy, Belma moaned and cried out passionately, rousing Shui Miao’s vigor until he was ready to go again.
Seeing the change in Belma’s expression, Shui Miao knew she was secretly pleased with her gains. This time, he had to hold back and not release.
Shui Miao remained silent, thrusting vigorously. When he felt close to climax, he slowed down and adjusted his mindset.
After a while, Belma realized Shui Miao was once again absorbing her spiritual energy. To make him release early, she cried out even more passionately, but this time it was ineffective. Shui Miao seemed like a different person—indefatigable!
Gradually, Belma grew frantic. “Shui Miao, stop! I’m tired. You’re too strong—I can’t take it anymore…”
“No, I haven’t reached that point yet.” Shui Miao focused his mind, ensuring that point would never come.
Belma grew weaker and weaker. “Please, I beg you, stop! If you don’t stop soon, my soul will scatter.”
“Endure a little longer. Maybe another ten minutes or so will do it.” Shui Miao sneered inwardly.
“Ah! Ah…” Belma let out two agonized cries before shouting in despair, “Stop! I… I’ll take you to my senior and junior sisters, and even the saintess of our Witches’ Sect. They’ll keep you company. They… each of them is as beautiful as a celestial being, guaranteed to bring you immense pleasure.”
“Heh, I don’t believe you.” Shui Miao naturally didn’t trust her desperate ploy.
Belma was already extremely weak. Her agonized cries grew softer until she could no longer speak.
Seeing that the timing was right, Shui Miao had not only reclaimed the spiritual energy he had released but gained even more. He channeled a surge of soul-devouring power to refine Belma’s soul directly, acquiring her memories.
“Hmm?”
“She really is a member of the Witches’ Sect. She really does have senior and junior sisters, and there really is a saintess in the sect!”
Shui Miao climbed ashore, dressed himself, and began sifting through Belma’s memories.
He discovered that heading north from there to a small town in Outer Mongolia, there was a hotel filled with many beautiful women. On the surface, these women engaged in the flesh trade, but in reality, each was a master of dual cultivation. Any man who encountered them would lose half his vitality after just one encounter.
According to Belma’s memories, the Witches’ Sect had over a dozen sisters from various countries—Japan, South Korea, Russia, the United States, Europe, Africa—representing all three major races, each an exceptional beauty. Particularly a Japanese woman named Yamizumi Minako, who was not only the leader of the Witches’ Sect but also a master of Japan’s Yin-Yang School.
“Interesting…”
Shui Miao drove off, heading north through the night.
Shui Miao had changed. This time, the transformation was absolute.
On his life’s journey, he had grown weary of being overly cautious. For the sake of revenge, he was even willing to reinvent himself as a demon, because only this way could he achieve vengeance quickly.
Despite numerous epiphanies and choices in life’s direction, he ultimately couldn’t escape the temptation of his inner demons.
“Interesting…”
Shui Miao drove off, heading north that very night.
Shui Miao had changed—this time, the transformation was complete.
On the path of life, he had grown tired of being a cautious and careful person. To seek revenge, he was even willing to reinvent himself as a devilish figure because only in this way could he achieve his vengeance quickly.
Through countless realizations and choices in life, he had ultimately succumbed to the temptation of his own heart demon.
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