The gorgeous mist enveloped Wenren Ying almost in an instant!
Wenren Ying sprang into the air like a swallow, pushing off with one foot and landing on the roof before leaping clear of the radiant fog—but it was already too late!
His body suddenly underwent an extremely strange change. An agitated sensation began to rise within him, winding through his body like a live snake. Wherever it passed, the muscles there clenched and spasmed uncontrollably…
This change… was not unfamiliar.
On the contrary, only a few days ago, on the very day he had dreamed of Little Yue, his body had undergone the same transformation. The final moments of that day had been perilous and thrilling… and he had only barely managed to keep Little Yue from noticing.
But now…
Someone had actually drugged him!
He had guessed wrong. He had always thought Miaolangjun would target Little Yue first, but his enemy had come for him instead!
Almost at once, the fierce drug took complete control of him, setting his entire body ablaze. Wenren Ying’s chest heaved violently, and even the color of his pupils had deepened until they were as dark as ink… His steps had already become unsteady. He could no longer even stand on the roof, and tumbled from it, crashing heavily to the ground.
Yet even the pain of the fall was quickly concealed and swallowed by the drug’s effects, transformed into a strangely provocative ache.
Little Yue…
Little Yue…
As the flames burned him nearly to the point of madness, there was only one person in his mind…
At that moment, two people entered the alley from its mouth.
They were two women dressed in red—graceful, alluring, and willowy. Their skin was as white as snow, yet painted at the center of each brow was a flower mark as red as blood. If Wenren Ying had still been capable of gathering his thoughts, he would have noticed that both marks were shaped like begonias, their petals just beginning to unfold and trembling faintly with every step.
The Blissful Union Sect of Red Dust Valley!
This was the mark of the Red Dust Valley’s Blissful Union Sect!
Every man and woman in the Blissful Union Sect was breathtakingly beautiful. Yet these beauties were flowers carrying deadly poison.
The cultivation art practiced by the Blissful Union Sect was called the Great Bliss Canon. After sharing pleasure with someone, they would leave a Bliss Mark upon that person’s body—a mark that could never be erased for the rest of his life. Anyone bearing a Bliss Mark would forever become a slave to desire, reduced to something beneath even a dog. The members of the Blissful Union Sect would take such victims back to their sect for amusement, where they would ultimately be drained of their vital essence and die.
The Bliss Powder was their hunting trap. Once caught in it, escaping alive was practically impossible.
For that very reason, the Red Dust Valley’s Blissful Union Sect had a terrible reputation throughout the Nine Provinces and Eighteen Regions. Cultivators paled at the mere mention of its name.
Wenren Ying had of course encountered members of the Blissful Union Sect harming others before… In fact, he had crossed paths with them more than once over the years. His method had always been simple and direct:
He cut off their heads with a single stroke.
But who could have imagined that today he would fall into the hands of the sect’s demonesses?
The two demonesses of the Blissful Union Sect were named Shaoyao Yan and Qinghua Zhang. They were former acquaintances of Miaolangjun, and his poisonous scheme was to deliver Wenren Ying to them. As for whether the two women would actually be able to enjoy this man, that would depend on their own abilities.
Of course, if members of the Red Dust Valley’s Blissful Union Sect could not even handle a man under the influence of Bliss Powder, they would hardly deserve their reputation.
Shaoyao Yan and Qinghua Zhang approached Wenren Ying with great interest, gazing at the man curled up on the ground.
He could no longer even hold his saber. His body was drawn taut, like some wounded beast. His bamboo hat had long since flown somewhere out of sight, and a thin sheen of sweat covered him, causing his disheveled strands of hair to cling to his face.
His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, as though he were doing everything in his power to resist the drug’s effects.
The two demonesses exchanged a glance, then suddenly broke into soft giggles. Their voices were like orioles emerging from a valley, like silver bells beneath the eaves.
One of them said, “Shaoyao, look at him. He’s so strong… I like men built like this best. What a pity he’s still a virgin. A virgin like this only knows how to throw around brute strength. There’s really no fun in it.”
The other replied, “What does a little child like you know? A virgin’s vital essence is a great tonic, and it’s highly beneficial to our cultivation.”
The first woman remained critical. “I never would have guessed that despite his scruffy beard and his age, he’s never had a woman. How strange… Still, I don’t like stubble like that. It always feels uncomfortable.”
The second woman said impatiently, “Enough nagging. Once we plant a Bliss Mark on him, no one will stop you from shaving him clean down there!”
“Don’t be so fierce, Shaoyao…” The first woman smiled. “How about this? We’ll each have him once to start with. Senior Sister Shaoyao entered the sect before me, so naturally you should be the first to enjoy him. But you mustn’t be too rough and leave him covered in blood. It would make things difficult for me later.”
“You’re the one making all the demands… Go and take off his clothes.”
That was what the Blissful Union Sect demoness Shaoyao Yan said.
Qinghua Zhang answered with a giggle and began walking toward Wenren Ying step by step.
In broad daylight, beneath the open sky, the two women laughed and chatted as though Wenren Ying were nothing more than a dish on their table—something they could eat however they pleased!
When had Wenren Ying ever been treated like this?
When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Even when he had just destroyed his own spiritual core, he had never found himself in such a wretched state!
The veins on his arms bulged, and his muscles knotted fiercely, stretching his clothes to the limit. The instant Qinghua Zhang approached him, he suddenly raised his head and shouted furiously:
“Get lost!”
His deep-set eyes had turned completely blood-red. For someone afflicted by Blood Poison, this happened when the urge to kill within him burned to its absolute peak.
Perhaps it was because his tightly hunched, raised back looked too much like that of a tiger. Perhaps it was because his expression at that moment was too savage and terrifying. Qinghua Zhang was startled and actually retreated several steps.
However, Wenren Ying could not move.
Every muscle in his body seemed to have ceased belonging to him. Even a breeze brushing against his skin made him shudder with uncontrollable excitement. He felt disgusted and enraged. It was as though his entire dignity had been trampled beneath the feet of these two demonesses.
The alley echoed with his beastlike panting.
Qinghua Zhang felt that she had lost face. For an instant, her expression turned vicious, but in the next breath it became coquettish once more.
“Oh, Brother Wenren, you’re so fierce… If you keep being so fierce to me, I might just strip you naked and throw you out onto the main street. Do you want to lose control there in front of everyone?”
She spoke in the sweet, coy tone of a young girl, yet the words she uttered were horrifying.
The veins at Wenren Ying’s temples bulged with fury.
Qinghua Zhang still thought that was not enough. With a giggle, she continued, “I heard from Mister Miao that you have a lover you cherish very much, Brother Wenren? Ah… We’re not cruel villains who would separate a couple. How about this? After we brand you with a Bliss Mark, we’ll go brand one onto your lover as well. The two of you can return to the Acacia Sect with us and be tethered together. You may not be able to be a pair of mandarin ducks, but you can certainly be a pair of male and female dogs. Brother Wenren, what do you think of that idea?”
Wenren Ying let out an angry shout, and his saber flashed from its sheath!
But how could Wenren Ying, in his current state, still wield the swift blade he was so proud of?
Qinghua Zhang gave a contemptuous smile and merely turned aside, dodging the strike… No! Wenren Ying’s blade had not been aimed at her at all—it was aimed at his own… spiritual palace!
Once again—once again, Wenren Ying used his saber like a sword and resolutely stabbed it into his spiritual palace. He did not hesitate in the slightest. His already ruined spiritual palace could not suffer any greater damage, but the bone-deep agony caused by its shattering still rose with astonishing speed, drowning him completely.
Every muscle in his body convulsed with pain, every nerve trembled with pain. At last, the effects of the Aphrodisiac Powder were defeated by the most terrifying torture in this world, and his eyes suddenly cleared—
Then—a slash.
The angrier he became, the calmer he grew. The blade seemed to split straight down from the heavens. Qinghua Zhang felt her heart and liver split with terror and let out a shriek. Her head was already flying three zhang into the air!
One slash—he had always needed only one.
Qinghua Zhang’s body crumpled limply to the ground. Only then did her head land, rolling three times across the floor, her beautiful, alluring face forever frozen in an expression warped by terror.
Wenren Ying slowly, ever so slowly, raised his head. His murderous aura, savage as a venomous snake, had already sunk its fangs into the still-living Shaoyao Yan.
Shaoyao Yan’s face had gone deathly pale.
Since she cultivated the Great Joy Rhapsody, her skill in true close-quarters combat was naturally lacking. Moreover, this was the first time she had encountered someone as ruthless as Wenren Ying…
A man who could be ruthless even toward himself would only be more ruthless toward others!
Shaoyao Yan held the Red Dust Stinger horizontally in both hands, staring at Wenren Ying without blinking.
But Wenren Ying merely said coldly, “I have to go back and save someone else. I have no time to deal with you. Get lost!”
Shaoyao Yan said nothing. Suddenly, she leaped into the air and flew away with her back to Wenren Ying, like a swallow…
And that was precisely when Wenren Ying struck!
His saber shot out, as swift as an arrow fired to pierce the sun, and passed straight through her heart. Shaoyao Yan did not even have time to cry out before she fell from the sky. When she struck the ground, she had become a corpse whose eyes remained open in death.
Wenren Ying staggered step by step out of the alley, pulled his long saber from the corpse, and then made his way toward the inn one step at a time.
Yet even the excruciating pain of his shattered spiritual palace could not dispel the drug’s effects.
He felt that he must look utterly, utterly wretched now, like a dog in heat… The inn was clearly not far away, but every step he took was unbearably difficult.
If those two demonic women had not been frightened by him, then by now he would have… would have been unable to resist at all.
Little Yue…
Little Yue…
Mister Miao had set this trap to target Little Yue as well. He had to hurry back, hurry back to Little Yue’s side and protect her…
Nothing.
