Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At the same time, a series of creaking and grinding sounds came from behind.

He also grinds his teeth...

Samael was even more dumbfounded, but his gaze softened, revealing a hint of pity.

"puff!"

But in an instant, the gentle smile on his face froze, accompanied by a slight sting.

Samael looked down in astonishment at the head that was biting his trapezius muscle, his cheek twitching violently.

Holy crap! Why are they biting each other? What a terrible habit!

"Gulu..."

Just as the ancient snake was cursing inwardly, a feeling of being pulled away came from his neck, and the head that was burying its head in his shoulder was happily wriggling its throat to swallow.

Oh no, I was careless! I forgot this woman is a vampire!

At this moment, Samael finally understood another reason why Hinako Akuta instinctively approached him in her sleep, and his face was filled with black lines.

So it turns out they were treating me like a buffet!

"boom!"

Samael raised his hand and delivered a vicious slap to the head that was nibbling at his shoulder. The muffled thud created a visible gust of wind, causing the campfire in front of him to flicker violently in the night.

"Pfft!"

However, in pain, Hinako bit down even harder, her sharp canine teeth piercing through clothing and muscles, and penetrating deeper into blood vessels.

Blood, rich in powerful divinity and magic, gushed into the girl's mouth as she greedily inhaled it.

A wonderful sense of fullness and indescribable pleasure filled my body and mind, flowing through every limb and bone.

The throbbing pain in my head was nothing compared to this bliss.

So, having tasted the sweetness in her sleep, Hinako, following her instincts, sucked blood even more diligently.

At the same time, the intense sense of detachment also brought a kind of euphoric excitement to Samael's soul, causing waves of pleasure to surge within his head, constantly washing over his sensitive nerves.

"hiss!"

Samael gasped for breath, his gaze vacant and unfocused, like a drug addict high on drugs.

However, he quickly pinched himself hard, using his strong willpower to gather his scattered thoughts, and gritted his teeth as he looked at the head that was happily sucking.

Vampire-sucking with poison control, huh? That's going too far!

As a member of the poppy family, the corn poppy naturally shares some similarities with the legendary poisonous plant, and therefore its pollen contains morphine and codeine, which can boost energy.

Clearly, the celestial maiden created based on this model also possesses this characteristic.

Especially when sucking blood, this property is simply the best placebo to control the prey.

"Let go! Let go of me, you bastard!"

Samael, now a buffet, flew into a rage and grabbed Hinako's head, trying to pull the vampire off his shoulder.

"Ooh... gurgle... gurgle..."

However, Hinako Akuta, who was also addicted, clung tightly to Samael's arm like a koala hanging from a tree branch, her head seemingly embedded in it, refusing to let go.

Even after finally managing to pull the head out, the vampire celestial maiden, who had already tasted the sweetness of the marrow, quickly pushed the head back in, aiming for the area with even richer blood vessels.

"Ouch! You're still biting! If you bite again, I won't be polite!"

"Gulu..."

Despite the threat, Hinako Akuta, half-asleep, continued to do as she pleased.

Samael, already feeling dizzy, had no choice but to look around. His sinister gaze fell on the two elastic, nerve-rich pieces of soft flesh, and he immediately raised his hand to fight back.

"Clap clap clap!"

The crisp sound echoed for a long time in the night.

This was followed by the girl's cries and screams.

The next day, early in the morning.

The First Emperor, who was on tour, was taken aback when he saw two disheveled figures emerging from the woods.

"What are you..."

"From a mosquito bite."

Samael tugged at his collar, clutching the bloody marks on his neck, his eyes sunken, looking utterly exhausted.

"I fell down."

Hinako covered her buttocks, her legs were turned outwards and she walked with a limp.

The First Emperor raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the large crescent-shaped red marks on Samael's neck and shoulders, his expression subtle, his tone drawn out.

"Oh, really? Those mosquitoes on Mount Kunlun are really big..."

As he spoke, his eyes, which seemed to be both smiling and not smiling, repeatedly scrutinized the two people present.

Hinako buried her head, her fists clenched in her sleeves cracking, her face flushed red, and white mist rose from her head like a volcano about to erupt.

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming somewhat awkward, Samael coughed a few times and quickly changed the subject.

"Ahem, how's the magic array repair going?"

"Old Jiang has taken care of it and was just about to look for you."

The fox spirit emerged from around the corner with a soft hum, while the curious little Yang Yuhuan, peeking out from behind her, had her eyes covered.

"Let's get going without delay."

Samael quickly seized the opportunity, using the pretext of getting down to business, grabbed the nearly impatient Jiechuzi, and without further ado, walked through the crowd of onlookers towards the Kunlun Heavenly Gate on the east side.

I told you not to mess with the Heavenly Maidens of Kunlun, but this kid is something else, he doesn't let any of them go!

The First Emperor secretly grumbled to himself, and his opinion of the person plummeted.

Tamamo, who was at the very back, looked at Samael, whose neck was covered in hickeys, clenched her teeth, and gazed at him with resentment.

They slept together in just one night? Men are all such bastards!

"Ah! Ahh!"

Samael, who was walking ahead, sneezed twice in a row, looking bitter.

It's not what you think! I'm innocent! I'm the victim!

Noticing the resentful gaze fixed on him, the culprit blushed and turned his head away guiltily, his rounder buttocks seeming to ache again.

After several dozen breaths, the group arrived at the East Heavenly Gate one after another.

Jiang Ziya, who had been busy for a day and a night, was already waiting there.

Looking at the two extremely conspicuous figures on the field, the ancestor of all schools of thought merely twitched his lips strangely, but wisely refrained from asking any further questions, instead reporting on his work results.

"Although the Heavenly Gate has not been fully restored, the magic array leading to the Ruins of Return has been repaired and is ready for use at any time."

"Very good, thank you for your trouble. Let's set off immediately."

Samael, burdened with a false accusation, didn't say much and decisively used official business to cover up his moral failings.

Taigong Wang nodded slightly, stepped onto the stone-paved altar, crossed the central Yin-Yang boundary, and stepped on each jade talisman.

Thought Key Patterns...

The special divine rune that Jiang Ziya used when he fought against the First Emperor.

This thing originated from the Thought Plate. It is a super-large ritual garment made by immortals of the Chinese divine era and integrated with the earth. It is said to have an "artificial origin".

Thought magic is performed by connecting to the Thought Disc, and the magic formulas that can be connected vary depending on the level of authority of the thought key. Because it does not require a god as a relay point to connect to the root, the thought magician has no intention of pursuing the root.

Therefore, mind magic is magic that connects to and is used through a mind disk. The mind key is the authorization certificate used to connect to the mind disk. Depending on the mind key, the magic formulas that can be connected to and used are also different. Mind magicians use a mind disk that is jointly created, shared, and maintained in conjunction with magic to activate the magic.

Simply put, you can think of the Mind Cloud as a cloud-based system, the Mind Keyprint as your personal account password, and Mind Magic as shared resources in the cloud. Anyone with an account can freely upload and download; the only difference is the level of access they can have.

To put it bluntly, it's a post-divine system with powerful figures, like "Lei Gong, help me!" or "Laozi, please obey my command!"

Samael glanced over and counted carefully.

There are a total of sixty-four thought keys.

The mysterious and profound permutations and combinations encompassed everything and nurtured all living things, and a strange sense of familiarity welled up in Samael's heart.

"The Sixty-Four Hexagrams of the Pre-Heaven Formation of Fuxi!"

The answer came out without hesitation, and Samael suddenly understood, instantly grasping the essence of the entire Eastern magic and thought patterns.

The so-called thought key pattern is actually based on the sixty-four hexagrams of the pre-heavenly king Fuxi.

Wuji gives rise to Taiji, Taiji gives rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang give rise to the Four Symbols, the Four Symbols give rise to the Eight Trigrams, and the Yin and Yang lines evolve to form the sixty-four hexagrams.

Then, by establishing one's own central palace, supplemented by the Yin and Yang energies and the changes of the Five Elements, one borrows the power of heaven and earth for one's own use, invoking the corresponding divine names and runes, and using spells.

This is different from the foundation that Samael built on the body of the old man; it can be said to be a unique system.

The Japanese Yin-Yang Way and the mountain god festival culture of North and South Korea, both within the pan-East Asian cultural sphere, were influenced by this.

Hearing the murmur in his ear, Taigong Wang on the altar turned around and looked at the foreign king below, his eyes filled with amazement.

"Your Excellency is indeed learned and knowledgeable."

It's incredible that an outsider could be so familiar with Chinese culture and even directly glimpse the essence of thought patterns.

Samael smiled knowingly, neither confirming nor denying.

He knows his own family best. At most, he's lived a long time and is only half-knowledgeable. He understands the situation perfectly well and there's no need for him to make a fuss.

Taigong Wang found this reserved attitude, which had some Chinese characteristics, quite endearing. He smiled and nodded, then deliberately slowed his movements slightly as he walked in the Bagua style, stepping on the Seven Stars.

Within moments, the lights around the platform were activated one after another. A beam of black and white light shot into the sky.

"Gentlemen, the Heavenly Gate has opened. Please come in."

With the mission accomplished, Taigong Wang stepped aside slightly and raised his hand in greeting.

Samael did not refuse, and took Yang Yuhuan with him, and was the first to step into the pillar of light surrounded by black and white energy.

With a sudden, stagnant feeling as if passing through a membrane, the light before my eyes went out, and billions of tons of seawater, like rushing serpents, roared as they poured into the dark abyss from all sides, forming an insurmountable chasm.

Standing within the chasm, with solid ground beneath my feet, the surroundings are gloomy and desolate, devoid of warmth and light, with only the jagged, towering seamounts faintly visible.

"Don't be afraid..."

Sensing the deep chill in the air, Samael gently comforted the little girl, holding her in his arms.

"Hmm? The aura of a living being? Who dares to trespass into the Void Realm!"

In an instant, a thunderous roar echoed through the pitch-black world, the sun rose, and the surroundings became brightly lit.

No, it's not the "sun"!

Little Yang Yuhuan stared at the two luminous objects, hundreds of meters in diameter, suspended in mid-air, which seemed to tremble slightly. Her face turned pale with fright, and she buried her head in Samael's arms.

It's—eyes!

In her fear, faint, eerie blue flames appeared around Yang Yuhuan.

"This aura... Demon Star Fire Wheel!"

In an instant, the eyeballs suspended in mid-air suddenly opened wide, and the old, deep voice sounded as if facing a formidable enemy, becoming somewhat off-key amidst the rapid change.

"A harbinger of disaster for the world, he must be punished!"

Suddenly, the surrounding air became unusually dry, and golden flames gathered behind a giant maw, poised to strike.

Did the ancient gods of China develop PTSD from extraterrestrial beings? Why do they shout for battle the moment they meet?

Samael muttered to himself, then casually pressed down on Yang Yuhuan's trembling head, and twelve snake-shaped wings unfurled.

In this situation, physical "persuasion" is more reliable.

"The seal of Emperor Shun is here! Zhulong, obey my command and cease your actions!"

Just as a great battle was about to break out, a figure leaped out of the pillar of light, holding the Seal of Emperor Shun, and stood in front of Samael, angrily rebuking the pair of huge luminous objects in mid-air.

"I remember you, a descendant of the Qingqiu Kingdom..."

The weathered voice seemed to be recalling the past, but the eyes, now clear again, revealed a hint of arrogance.