A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

"He...he's really dead?"

Lin Yue suddenly asked a question out of the blue, her voice very soft, trembling with the last vestige of hope.

Ji Zuodao paused for a moment, then chuckled, gesturing with his chin to the corpse beside him:

"What else? Why don't you touch it? It shouldn't be completely cool yet. Why don't you touch it while it's still warm?"

As if it were the last straw that broke the camel's back, something in Lin Yue's heart suddenly snapped with a "crack".

It wasn't sadness, it wasn't anger, it wasn't even hatred.

It's something purer, something crazier—

On what grounds?

How dare someone like you so easily destroy my world?

Why did my Yan-ge have to die such a gruesome death, like a stray dog?

Why should I?!

The silent questions crashed wildly in her empty heart, pounding until her soul felt shattered, and causing her gorgeous crimson gauze dress to flutter even without wind!

"ah--!!!"

A shrill, inhuman scream suddenly burst from her throat!

Lin Yue's originally charming and alluring face was now twisted with extreme emotions, revealing an almost eerie and ferocious appearance.

Her spiritual energy erupted with unprecedented ferocity.

Her crimson gauze dress billowed like waves of blood, and her aura as a ninth-level Spirit Palace Realm expert was no longer held back, even faintly carrying the resolute determination of overdrawing her own source!

The Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect was not, after all, a parasitic vine that could only depend on men.

To reach this position, Lin Yue was a ruthless character who had climbed over the corpses of countless competitors!

However, that ruthlessness and scheming, after meeting Shi Yan, willingly and completely transformed into fuel for his ambition and obsession.

Now, the fuel has burned out, and the dream has shattered.

All that remains is this insane, destructive urge that burns everything to ashes!

"I'll make you pay with your life for Brother Yan!!!"

Lin Yue shrieked, her hands flashing as she formed a complex and bizarre hand seal.

An eerie pink light bloomed from her fingertips, instantly outlining a huge, slowly rotating peach blossom phantom in front of her.

At the heart of the peach blossoms, however, was not the stamen, but a beautiful face that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling, weeping yet not weeping, as if it contained all the passion and sorrow in the world...

"In this mortal world of karmic entanglements, where desires bind the soul—rise!"

Lin Yue bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the peach blossom phantom.

The beautiful woman suddenly opened her eyes!

A pair of captivating, mesmerizing eyes, seemingly capable of dripping with moisture, were fixed intently on Ji Zuodao!

Om-!

An invisible wave spread.

Ji Zuodao felt the surrounding scenery blur and distort in an instant.

The luxurious living room, the bloody corpse, the broken door... everything quickly faded and disappeared.

Instead, there was the soft sound of silk and bamboo instruments, a sweet and warm fragrance, and the shadowy figures of graceful women, draped in light gauze, dancing in the thin mist.

Each face was exquisitely beautiful, some innocent, some alluring, some aloof, some seductive, carrying a hint of provocation, temptation, sorrow, and longing...

Various emotions surrounded him, swirling and drawing closer.

Her slender hands caressed his chest, her soft, warm body pressed against his back, and her breath, sweet as orchids, teased his earlobe...

Countless suggestive and seductive images, whispers, and touches surged forth like a tidal wave.

Trying to penetrate his mind, arouse his most primal desires, stir his deepest emotions, dismantle his will, and soften his bones!

One of the secret techniques of the Hehuan Sect—【A Thousand Charms and a Hundred Beauties: The Allure of the Mortal World】!

Using the practitioner's life essence as a guide and the seductive arts honed throughout a lifetime as a foundation, it directly targets the deepest desires and emotional vulnerabilities of the victim's heart, amplifying them infinitely to weave the most deadly and tender trap!

Ordinary cultivators, no matter how strong their will, will be caught off guard and enveloped by this technique. At best, their minds will be disturbed and their spiritual power will be scattered. At worst, they will be consumed by lust and their souls will be confused, turning them into puppets who only know how to pursue carnal desires!

Blood trickled from the corner of Lin Yue's mouth, her face was as pale as paper, but her eyes burned with a crazy pleasure and a hint of surprise that she herself did not notice.

Become!

It was done so easily?!

She had assumed that this young man, who could silently and ruthlessly kill Brother Yan, must have an unyielding will and a Daoist heart that had long been cultivated to the point of being as still as a deep well.

She was even prepared to be attacked by the backlash, have her spell broken, and then fight to the death in close combat.

Unexpectedly...

The process by which this alluring beauty invaded his mind was... smoother than he could have imagined!

He encountered almost no decent resistance, and those lustful illusions swept in unimpeded, as if a raging fire of desire was burning deep within his heart!

only……

Something seems off?

There was no expected lustful agitation, no greedy lust for beauty, and not even much emotional fluctuation among the people.

What her magic stirred and drew forth was something colder, more direct, and more tyrannical...

greedy.

Yes, it's greed!

Like the gaze of a hungry beast eyeing its fat prey, the frenzy of a miser upon seeing mountains of gold and silver, the possessiveness of a collector upon discovering a unique masterpiece…

All kinds of greed converged into a pure and terrifying thought—

I want!

I want all of this!

The house is mine!

The magic weapon is mine!

Your cultivation is mine!

Your spirit palace is mine!

Even your beautiful appearance... should be mine!

Bring it all! Fill my seas! Build my palaces! Make my way!

The frenzied pleasure on Lin Yue's face froze, gradually turning into an absurd and unbelievable astonishment.

What the hell is that monster?!

What kind of men hasn't she seen?

Lustful, power-hungry, fame-seeking, strength-seeking, yearning for genuine emotions...

The seven emotions and six desires are human nature.

But this naked plundering desire, as if wanting to devour everything of value within sight, skin and bones, marrow and tendons...

This is the first time she's ever seen anything like it!

boom--

It was as if a crystal goblet had fallen to the ground.

That magnificent illusion, as if unable to bear that greed, emitted a crisp, shattering sound, as if it could no longer withstand the burden.

Like a mirage crushed by an invisible force, it shattered inch by inch and vanished without a trace.

The backlash from the forced breaking of the spell dealt a heavy blow to Lin Yue, who was already exhausted. Her delicate body trembled violently, and she spat out another mouthful of blood, her aura instantly weakening to the extreme.

She managed to lift her head.

However, what came into her view was a pair of scarlet pupils that seemed to have been soaked in the depths of an endless sea of ​​blood.

And, centered on that young figure, a thick, suffocating aura of blood suddenly spread out!

……

When Ji Zuodao came to his senses, he found that he had some extra things in his hands.

In his right hand, he held a beautiful woman's skin as thin as a cicada's wing.

Excellent condition, with an inner radiance.

In his left hand, he held a soft sphere of light.

Inside the sphere of light, a miniature, exquisitely crafted spiritual palace, surrounded by peach blossoms and swaying with palace lanterns, slowly rotated.

And on his fingers, without anyone noticing, a beautifully embroidered storage bag, still warm from the woman's body, was hooked.

Ji Zuo said: "..."

He was stunned for a good two or three seconds.

He tilted his head, his face showing a pure and genuine confusion.

His gaze swept back and forth between the beauty skin, the spirit palace orb, and the storage bag.

He looked up again and saw the empty floor in front of him.

Look down again at what's in your hand.

"Um?"

He uttered a short, questioning syllable.

What about people?

Where did that huge Hehuan Sect Holy Maiden go, who was just crying and shouting and demanding that someone be buried with her?