Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

"This disciple has brought Kong Liu back and placed her in Master's bedroom."

In the solemn and majestic Dragon God Temple, an obese man bowed to a middle-aged man beneath the jade dragon statue, his face full of fawning smiles.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, a hint of fervor finally flashing in his indifferent gaze, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Has the commotion gotten too big?"

The obese man's smile became even more obsequious: "With the protection of the Dragon God and Master, this disciple's journey has been extremely smooth."

"The Kong family was of modest means and had limited knowledge. They genuinely believed that their master was going to bestow blessings upon the Kong Liu family. They were extremely grateful to their master and even asked their disciple to thank him on their behalf."

"However, this Kong Liu woman seems somewhat fearful; I wonder if she has noticed something amiss..."

The middle-aged man frowned: "This woman is just a mortal. It is her blessing that I bestowed this blessing upon her. Why does it sound like a disaster coming from your mouth?"

The obese man's expression changed slightly. He bent over and pressed down even further, his bloated body almost overlapping, making him look even uglier.

"I have misspoke, please forgive me, Master."

The middle-aged man stood up from the prayer mat and walked out of the main hall. As he passed the obese man, he did not stop walking and said indifferently, "I will let you off this time for the sake of your usual diligence. This will not be the last time."

The obese man breathed a sigh of relief. He knew better than anyone how ruthless the middle-aged man could be when he tortured people.

He quickly straightened up and followed the middle-aged man out of the main hall.

Throughout the entire city of Xiyang, apart from the middle-aged man, no one dared to linger in this Dragon God Temple.

After leaving the main hall, the two turned through several doors, bypassed several halls, and headed towards the back courtyard of the temple.

The middle-aged man's steps seemed slow, but each step covered several meters. The obese man had to use his lightness technique to barely keep up.

The obese man appeared respectful, but inwardly he was secretly cursing.

The middle-aged man spoke with righteous indignation, but upon learning that the beautiful Kong Liu was waiting in bed, he too couldn't help but feel restless.

He followed the middle-aged man to a courtyard that was only slightly smaller than the Dragon God Temple, and took two steps ahead to lead the way.

The temple is filled with grand halls built of bluestone, some azure, some deep blue, and some deep blue. As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of blue, carved with dragon patterns, and the magnificent atmosphere inspires awe at first glance.

But this courtyard is completely different, with white walls and black tiles, a terrace with tiled roofs and singing stages, winding corridors and water surrounding it, making it exceptionally elegant.

We passed several ponds and flower gardens that were clearly carefully arranged, filled with exotic flowers and plants, exuding a vibrant energy, but none of them were over a hundred years old.

In front of a quiet courtyard, the middle-aged man stopped, and the obese man also stopped, saying respectfully, "The Kong Liu family is in the courtyard. This disciple will take his leave."

He clasped his hands in a bow, then stepped back, his bulky figure disappearing into the corridor.

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze, pushed open the courtyard gate, and strode inside.

There are three rooms in the courtyard, all with their doors tightly closed.

The middle-aged man walked into the main room without hesitation. A woman sitting by the table hurriedly got up, looked over, her jewels jingling, and her beautiful eyes filled with panic.

The middle-aged man's eyes gleamed strangely. He raised his sleeve and flicked it, causing the door behind him to slowly close.

He sized up the beautiful woman in her wedding dress, his eyes gleaming with lust, completely destroying any semblance of his dignified demeanor. The woman trembled, quietly taking two steps back, offering a graceful bow, and managing a weak smile: "This servant...this servant is Kong Liushi, greetings to Steward Li."

The middle-aged man stepped forward slowly, his eyes becoming increasingly unrestrained. He smiled slightly and spoke in a gentle voice: "You don't need to panic. You have been chosen by the Dragon God. I, Li, have come to bestow blessings upon you and ensure that you will have abundant good fortune in the future."

Meeting his intimidating gaze, the woman felt a surge of fear and took a few steps back, whispering, "May I ask, sir, how long will this blessing...blessing take? I still need to go through the wedding ceremony with my husband. Can we return home sooner?"

The middle-aged man no longer concealed his actions. He suddenly quickened his pace, walked up to the woman, and pulled her into his arms.

"The blessing will take all night; you can forget about going back today."

The woman's face changed drastically, and she struggled violently: "Sir, you mustn't! I'm already married..."

But how could a mere mortal like her break free from the middle-aged man's grasp?

The middle-aged man didn't use any magic; his body, nourished by spiritual energy, was enough to immobilize the woman. He chuckled, "What I like are married women. A virgin who is already married, whose soul is still alive on her wedding day, is a first-rate vessel among mortals..."

With a forceful tug, the woman's wedding dress was easily torn open, revealing her undergarments.

The woman was a respectable, unmarried virgin from a respectable family. She was overjoyed to marry into her husband's family and never imagined she would encounter such a fate.

Her pretty face turned deathly pale, yet she dared not resist, and could only plead in a trembling voice, "Sir, please don't..."

But the more the woman acted this way, the more excited the middle-aged man became.

With a forceful tug, he tore the woman's clothes to shreds, revealing her fair body. He picked her up horizontally and strode to the bedside.

The woman, who had preserved her virginity for over a decade, was now exposed to strangers. Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, she could no longer care about anything else. She raised her hand to shield herself, trying to push the middle-aged man away.

He naturally couldn't move the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man wasn't angry either, but his face darkened: "How dare you refuse the Dragon God's blessing and violate the rules of the divine religion? Aren't you afraid of implicating your family and bringing disaster upon your husband?"

The woman's body stiffened, and two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks, the crimson rouge dissolving in the tears, resembling two lines of blood tears.

She dared not resist any longer, slowly lowered her hand, her lips trembled as she tried to say something, but she could not say anything. She just looked up at the roof, her face ashen, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

The middle-aged man's smile deepened. He only needed to use a soul-stealing technique to make the woman obedient and compliant, but then he would lose the fun and the function of the furnace.

He reached up to loosen his belt, his eyes roaming over the woman's body, and chuckled softly, "Although I can't use female cultivators as furnaces, mortal women also have their own unique pleasures..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly froze, his lewd smile frozen on his face, his half-undone belt hanging down, as if he had been frozen in place.

The woman became suspicious, turned her head to look over, and suddenly a wave of drowsiness washed over her, causing her to fall into a deep sleep.

Behind the middle-aged man, two figures slowly emerged.

One of them had a sallow complexion, like a consumptive, while the other was handsome with a face full of anger. They were Chen Yuan and Liu Kaiyang, who had left Ping Le City.

Liu Kaiyang stared intently at the middle-aged man, then pointed, and the brocade quilt on the bed flew up, covering the woman's body.

"Senior, this man specifically targets newlyweds! This is outrageous! I will kill this lecherous scoundrel right now!" (End of Chapter)