Chapter 3 The Master's Heart in Turmoil (1)

"nine nether demon seed, you actually know about it too?"

On the blood jade throne, Luo Li's languid, captivating peach blossom eyes suddenly sharpened, emitting an incredulous gleam. Her delicate body unconsciously leaned forward slightly, a surge of mixed hope and surprise churning in her chest. In this Demonic Path, losing power meant being at the mercy of others. If not for Senior Sister Luo Hongyi's protection, her position as Heartless Peak Revered Master would have long since changed hands, and her beautiful but empty shell would have met a tragic end.

"Disciple... Ming'er, you... is that true?" Her voice carried a slight tremor she herself didn't notice, and even the formerly distant address became intimate. It was the yearning of someone who sees a glimmer of light in endless darkness. At this moment, her gaze towards Xiao Ming was completely different; this Disciple, once seen as a 'Cultivation Cauldron,' seemed shrouded in a mist. However, reason still whispered: could an ordinary Disciple truly unravel this ancient demonic poison?

"Naturally, it's true." Xiao Ming nodded confidently, his tone firm, as if stating a trivial matter. "It is a Disciple's duty to relieve Revered Master of her worries."

The characteristics of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art flowed through his mind; all things could be swallowed. A mere poison was just a particularly special 'nutrient'.

"How do you intend to detoxify it?" Luo Li blurted out, the temptation of recovering her cultivation overriding all caution. She subconsciously adjusted her posture, making the graceful curves beneath her purple dress even more striking; the unconscious allure she exuded was more captivating than any deliberate attempt.

Xiao Ming's lips curved into a meaningful arc, but he didn't answer. Instead, he waved his hand.

"Boom!"

With a muffled bang, the heavy profound iron door of the bedchamber slammed shut. Restriction runes flowed across it, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

This sudden movement made Luo Li's heart tremble: "You...!"

She gazed at this Disciple who, in the past, had been careful even with his breathing in front of her. Now, he was taking calm and resolute steps, ascending the stairs one by one, approaching the throne. In his deep eyes, the former reverence was gone, replaced by a dangerous playfulness, and... an undisguised, primitively aggressive possessiveness.

Luo Li's heart instantly sank to the bottom, her face turning pale. She was not naive; as a Demonic Sect Peak Revered Master, she knew too well what that look meant!

'Could his so-called detoxification method actually be...' A ridiculous and shameful thought, like a venomous snake, slithered into her mind, chilling her to the bone.

She subconsciously looked at the short blade wrapped in blood-red demonic patterns floating beside her — her Natal Demonic Weapon, the 'Blood Bone Blade'. If her cultivation were still present, with a thought, she could have decapitated this Wicked Disciple who dared to harbor blasphemous thoughts towards her! But at this moment, her cultivation was gone, and her connection with the demonic weapon was pitifully weak. No matter how she urged it, the Blood Bone Blade only emitted an almost inaudible wail, its blood-red glow dim.

The next moment, Xiao Ming had already stepped onto the jade stairs and, without explanation, sat down beside Luo Li. The distance between them instantly closed; his scorching body temperature and aggressive aura enveloped her, almost dispelling all of Luo Li's inherent coolness. He even leisurely brushed off non-existent dust from his black robe, his demeanor exuding a calm control over the situation.

"Wicked Disciple! You're being presumptuous... What do you want to do?"

Luo Li forced herself to reprimand him, but her voice betrayed a slight tremor she hadn't noticed. She instinctively recoiled, her slender back pressing tightly against the cold jade throne, her fingertips digging deeply into her palms from the effort, turning pale. The Demonic Path Peak Revered Master, who usually looked down on all beings, now showed the panic of a startled deer. This extreme contrast was enough to destroy any reason, leaving only the most primitive possessive desire.

Xiao Ming's lips curved into a playful arc. He didn't answer, but suddenly leaned over. One hand propped on the jade throne beside her ear, cutting off all her retreat; the other hand had already possessively clamped around her waist, so slender it could be spanned by a single grip, with such force that she couldn't break free. He forced her to lift that captivating face, meeting his eyes that burned with fervent flames and deep possessiveness.

"Revered Master, your Disciple is doing all this for you!"

"Revered Master," his voice was low and steady, yet carried an undeniable resolve, as if stating a truth, "your Disciple is doing all this for you."

With that, he lightly stroked Revered Master's cheek, making her body stiffen.

"You... you dare!!"

Luo Li was both shocked and enraged, struggling fiercely. But with her cultivation lost, all her heaven-reaching demonic power vanished, she was now no different from an ordinary weak woman. Her meager strength, falling upon Xiao Ming, seemed more like a coy push-and-pull.

"Rip!"

The sound of tearing fabric was crisp and alarming. The luxurious purple dress, symbolizing her status as Peak Revered Master, was brutally ripped open, revealing large expanses of snowy, smooth skin to the cool air. Exquisite collarbones and alluring full curves were faintly visible, pushing the limits of visual impact.

"Mmgh...!"

The cool air made her skin tremble slightly, and her beautiful eyes almost spat fire. However, before she could utter a reprimand, Xiao Ming, with an irresistible heat, sealed her slightly parted red lips. All the curses and struggles on the tip of her tongue were blocked, turning into broken and sweet whimpers between their lips.

Her pounding fell like raindrops on Xiao Ming's firm chest, yet it was so soft and powerless. The absolute disparity in strength made all resistance a futile symbol, and even... more like a catalyst, fueling the aggressor's arrogance and quietly dismantling her own already shaky mental defenses.

Clothes fell in disarray amidst their entanglement. On the cold black blood jade throne, two scorching bodies pressed tightly together, intertwined. The dim demonic flames flickered, making it hard to distinguish one from the other. In the vast hall, only increasingly hurried breaths and the nightingale-like moans and whispers remained, together playing a forbidden melody of defying morality.

After an unknown amount of time, the storm subsided...

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for successfully intercepting the Child of Fortune Lin Fan's core Opportunity and completely changing the fate trajectory of the Child of Fortune Luo Li!]

[Reward settlement in progress...]

[Cultivation increase: Due to devouring the 'nine nether demon seed' and absorbing part of the Nascent Soul primal yin, cultivation has broken through to Foundation Establishment Peak!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a special Magic Treasure, Stealth Class: [ring of concealment] (Heaven Rank). Effect: Can perfectly conceal the wearer's cultivation and aura; undetectable by those not two major Realms higher!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining Cultivation Technique: [Puppet Refining Art] (Heaven Rank)]

[System Tip: As the Host's current cultivation is too low, the remaining primal yin Qi can only be slowly absorbed!]

Inside the bedchamber, the blush-inducing, sensuous atmosphere had not yet completely dissipated, forming an eerie blend with the bloody and austere demonic hall.

Xiao Ming leaned languidly on the cold black blood jade throne, his posture one of satiation after a full meal. In his embrace was Luo Li, almost completely limp.

At this moment, her cloud-like hair was disheveled, her waterfall of black strands tangled around her snowy neck and chest. A few damp strands clung to her sweaty temples and cheeks, adding a touch of disarray as if ravaged by wind and rain. Her luxurious purple dress had long since turned into tattered scraps of cloth, barely covering a few key areas, yet it exposed even more striking white skin and ambiguous red marks, appearing more seductive and disheveled than complete nudity.

She leaned weakly against the warm chest behind her, her eyes unfocused as she gazed into the Void Realm, her captivating peach blossom eyes seemingly misty.

The former aloofness and cold allure were nowhere to be found on her; only a fragile emptiness remained, as if she had been thoroughly plucked and crushed. Her slightly swollen lips unconsciously pursed, as if still resisting the tempestuous storm she had just endured. Occasionally, her delicate body would tremble uncontrollably, like the wings of a startled butterfly unable to settle for a long time, causing the powerful arm wrapped around her waist to tighten even further.

This Heartless Peak Revered Master, renowned throughout the Heavenly Demon Sect, now seemed stripped of all her defenses and pretenses, revealing her inner vulnerability and truth. This extreme brokenness and captivating fragility, mixed with lingering charm, formed a breathtaking beauty, enough to awaken the darkest possessiveness and protective desires in any beholder's heart.