Chapter 15 Master, could it be... there are still remnants?

Just as that fatal blow was about to erupt from her body, Luo Li was first puzzled, then confused. For some reason, she felt an indescribable tension in her heart, because she saw that the Wicked Disciple was still standing stupidly in place, not dodging or avoiding, with even a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Why doesn't he dodge?" Luo Li was full of confusion, her heart filled with doubt.

But in the next instant, a sudden change occurred!

Just at the moment before the attack, which was capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones, was about to touch Xiao Ming's chest, Luo Li suddenly felt her body's Dantian and Qi Sea stall!

That Nascent Soul power, which had originally been like a rushing river and obeyed her will, seemed to have fallen into an invisible quagmire; its operating speed plummeted, becoming incredibly obscure and sluggish!

That power, as if it had crashed into an absolutely insurmountable invisible barrier, suddenly... dissipated!

The originally earth-shattering and world-destroying terrifying attack, when it was only three inches away from Xiao Ming's chest, instantly dimmed. Its horrifying momentum was less than one-tenth of what it had been, and it finally transformed into a light breeze, accompanied by a faint, cool, and unique fragrance from her body, gently tapping on Xiao Ming's chest.

Xiao Ming even cooperatively staggered back half a step, a perfectly timed look of "astonishment" and "grievance" appearing on his face, his voice carrying a slight, uncertain tremor: "Revered Master... you... what do you mean by this?"

Luo Li stood frozen in place, her beautiful eyes wide open, looking in disbelief at her fingers that seemed to have malfunctioned. She then gathered her strength and attacked Xiao Ming's vital points again, but everything was the same as before; when her attacks hit Xiao Ming, it was like a breeze blowing by, not even leaving a mark.

Looking at Xiao Ming, who was completely unharmed and even looked aggrieved, Luo Li said with a trembling voice: "My cultivation... my power... how could it be like this?"

A cold chill instantly shot up to the top of her head, making her scalp tingle!

Could it be that the so-called "detoxification" by this Wicked Disciple was actually him placing some kind of Restriction on her?

At the thought that her life, cultivation, and everything else were in the grasp of this bastard who betrayed his Revered Master and destroyed his ancestors, Luo Li felt a surge of monstrous anger, and even more, a bone-deep fear.

Was she destined to be kept in the palace by this demon, turning into a lowly plaything that only knew how to pose on the bed and seduce him into favoring her?

Thinking of this terrifying scene, she shuddered, and crystalline tears gathered and swirled in her eyes uncontrollably, only held back by sheer force of will.

That confidence and pride stemming from being a Nascent Soul powerhouse had vanished completely.

But what made her feel even more terrified and ashamed was that, amidst this extreme fear and anger, there was strangely mixed a trace of... relief that she herself despised?

It was as if a voice in her heart was saying, fortunately... fortunately she hadn't managed to kill him, fortunately he hadn't... This thought flashed by like a ghost.

"You... you Wicked Disciple!" Luo Li's pretty face was pale, her delicate body trembling slightly, her voice carrying an uncontrollable tremor and a trace of imperceptible sobbing, "What exactly... what tricks have you used on this seat? Why is this seat..."

Xiao Ming chuckled repeatedly in his heart, deliberately putting on an innocent look, and stepped forward: "Revered Master, please be clear! Your Disciple went to great lengths and exhausted his mind to resolve this 'nine nether demon seed' for you, yet now you attack your Disciple without rhyme or reason. This Disciple feels wronged!"

"Exhausted your mind... wronged?" Hearing this, Luo Li trembled with anger, her ample chest heaving. This rebellious and shameless scoundrel could actually speak of such an act of betraying his Revered Master and ancestors so sanctimoniously; how dared he?

Looking at Luo Li's moving appearance, which was a mix of shame, anger, and gnashing teeth, yet helpless, Xiao Ming suddenly felt that his Revered Master was even more beautiful.

He approached a few more steps. Seeing this, Luo Li panicked and retreated subconsciously, until she could retreat no further. The distance between the two was close enough to hear each other's breathing. The burning masculine scent on Xiao Ming, which she was somewhat familiar with, intertwined with the cool, faint fragrance on her body, forming a peculiar and ambiguous atmosphere.

"Revered Master, this Disciple saw that your Devilish Qi was not circulating smoothly just now. Could it be that there is still a residue of that sinister demon seed poison? This thing is treacherous, and you must not take it lightly. Let this Disciple examine you carefully once more."

"You... you are presumptuous! Get away from this seat!" Luo Li was like a frightened fawn, subconsciously retreating, but her back was already against the cold jade throne, with nowhere left to retreat.

She raised her hand to push the Wicked Disciple away, but the spiritual power in her body was like it had fallen into a deep-sea quagmire, soft and powerless. The hand she used to push him pressed against his solid chest, not like an expulsion, but rather more like a weak caress and an invitation.

Xiao Ming took the opportunity to grab her incoming slender wrist, his fingertips unceremoniously resting on her sensitive pulse, and then injected a stream of pure Devilish Qi, which wandered through her body, checking her condition.

"Mmm-ah..." Luo Li's delicate body trembled violently, and she couldn't help but let out a strange, soft groan.

She only felt a scorching Devilish Qi rushing rapidly through her body, and wherever it passed, a heart-palpitating and addictive sensation of numbness and soreness swept through her limbs and bones like a tide!

"Wicked Disciple! Stop... stop... I... I don't need you to examine me..." Her voice was already trembling slightly, her pretty face flushed crimson, as she tried to struggle, but that Devilish Qi seemed to carry a strange magic, making her bones and muscles numb, and she couldn't muster even a bit of strength.

The secret desire deep in her heart, which had been forcibly suppressed for several days, was like dry wood meeting a spark, roaring back to life.

"Revered Master, how could this Disciple not care about your safety?" Xiao Ming's tone was domineering and serious, but his hand movements became increasingly bold, one hand clutching her waist by feel, pulling her already somewhat soft and delicate body tightly against himself.

"Wicked Disciple, you... how dare you! Mmph..." The unfinished words were completely sealed by scorching lips and tongue, turning into a string of blurred and sweet whimpers.

The cold black blood-jade throne and the two burning bodies ended up at zero distance once again.

At first, Luo Li was still struggling in his arms in vain, her pair of jade hands weakly pounding his shoulders and back, fragmented curses spilling out from between her lips and teeth in a garbled manner: "Wicked... wicked creature... beast... will definitely kill... mmm..."

But gradually, the force of her resistance grew weaker and weaker, and the curses were replaced by increasingly rapid breathing and heartbeats.

While they were locked in a battle of lips and tongues, Xiao Ming's large hand, which had been clutching her waist, quietly slid down, covering one of her firm and elastic jade feet through the thick black palace dress fabric.

"Mmm—!" Luo Li's delicate body stiffened slightly, her eyes becoming even more unfocused.

Her tensed body completely softened under this sudden assault, even trembling slightly and involuntarily.

She began to respond slowly, awkwardly and clumsily, to everything this man—who made her feel ashamed and angry yet also somewhat stirred—was doing to her now.

Retreating step by step, completely succumbing.

Inside the empty palace, the blush-inducing sounds wove together into a movement of immorality...

(Three thousand words of romantic descriptions omitted here)