Chapter 81 is still a bit rudimentary.

The interior space of the eight desolations nether carriage was extremely spacious, decorated with luxury and comfort, and equipped with a Formation that isolated the inside from the outside. Outsiders found it difficult to peer into the carriage, yet those within could clearly perceive any movements outside if they wished.

The carriage flew steadily above the clouds, with flowing clouds rushing past outside the window. As soon as Xiao Ming stepped inside, he saw Mo Qingzhu standing alone by the window, gazing out. Her silhouette outlined alluring curves, but on her stunningly beautiful profile, there was a trace of imperceptible gloom, and her red lips were slightly pouted, unlike her usual gentle and smiling self.

Xiao Ming raised an eyebrow, walked over, and naturally wrapped his arms domineeringly around her slender waist from behind. Inhaling the faint fragrance from her hair, he said in a low, teasing voice, "What's wrong? You were fine just a moment ago. Who has made my Qingzhu unhappy again?"

Feeling the warmth and unique masculine scent coming from behind her, Mo Qingzhu's body first softened, then, carrying a hint of grievance, she turned her head and cast a reproachful glance at Xiao Ming with her beautiful eyes, her voice soft and sweet: "Who else could it be? It's that Lu Ming! Like a piece of dog-skin plaster that can't be shaken off. I clearly told him I didn't want to see him lately, yet he still shamelessly keeps coming up to me... It's truly a mood-killer!"

Although she complained about it being a mood-killer, it was more of a petty grievance about being interrupted during a tryst with her beloved, not genuine anger.

Hearing this, Xiao Ming chuckled, tightened his arms slightly, and said with a smile, "He is now my underling! Since my underling has a request, well, as the big brother, I must help him out!"

Mo Qingzhu leaned directly against Xiao Ming's chest, her arms naturally wrapping around his neck. Looking docile, she said, "Saint, whatever you say, Qingzhu will listen to you!"

Feeling the obedience and infatuation of the beauty in his arms, Xiao Ming felt immensely satisfied in his heart and began to contemplate the future, his deep eyes gazing at the churning clouds outside the window.

I must find an opportunity to clear out the anti-Sect Master faction within the Sect so that I can go out and roam without any worries.

My current strength has reached the Early Nascent Soul stage. Even if I encounter some Late Stage or even Peak experts that I can't defeat, I can still escape. Moreover, I have the jade talisman given to me by my Revered Master, and plus the two little female ghosts in the jade pendant—Youli can even compare to a Body Integration human Cultivator. In this Lower Realm of the Xuanhuang Continent, unless I encounter those reclusive old monsters who never come out, I can do as I please!

Just as Xiao Ming's thoughts were racing, calculating his subsequent plans, Mo Qingzhu in his arms seemed to notice his momentary distraction. She lifted her bright and moving face with a look of resentment, adding a hint of cunning and temptation as she said, "Saint..."

Her voice was drawn out, soft and long. A jade hand quietly climbed onto Xiao Ming's chest, her fingertips tracing circles through the fabric, as if there or not, "What are you thinking about? Do you also feel that it is a bit dull and boring inside this carriage?"

While speaking, her other hand seemingly unintentionally gave a light tug to the silk ribbon at her waist. The water-blue outer robe, which looked dignified and conservative, had its front ties quietly loosen, revealing a hint of a crimson breast wrap underneath that was completely different from her temperament and extremely provocative. The breast wrap used very little material, barely covering the key areas, revealing large swathes of snow-white, smooth skin and a deep, alluring cleavage, forming an extreme contrast with the elegant long dress on the outside, full of forbidden temptation.

This was clearly scenery she had carefully prepared to show only to Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming's gaze was instantly drawn. Feeling the warmth of the delicate body in his arms and that silent temptation, the evil fire in his body shot up with a "whoosh". He was never a righteous gentleman to begin with; now with a beauty in his arms, and being so actively teased, how could he still hold back?

Gulp. Xiao Ming's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his voice becoming low and hoarse. He said with some hesitation, "My underling is still outside, this might not be appropriate!"

In truth, he didn't care about that; he only cared about the interior of the carriage. Although the space was spacious, the furnishings were slightly monotonous. Apart from the large, cushioned main seat in the center, and a few fixed small tables and a stand with tea sets beside it, there was nothing else. Never mind a bed, there wasn't even a slightly larger chair. With this environment, and the carriage still in motion, wasn't this a bit hasty?

'Still a bit too crude,' Xiao Ming thought to himself, 'there isn't even a decent soft couch. If it were a long journey, one wouldn't be able to rest. It seems I must get a carriage I like in the future.'

On the other side, Mo Qingzhu, who had long been yearning and deeply moved, slightly pursed her lips and cast a resentful glance at Xiao Ming. Blushing, she whispered, "Saint, Qingzhu can just hold onto... the seat!" As soon as the words left her mouth, her body temperature rose sharply, her face turning crimson, exuding charm.

How could Xiao Ming endure this? What cadre could withstand such a test! He leaned down directly and fiercely kissed those alluring red lips, no longer just a light taste, but an aggressive deep kiss, as if he wanted to crush and devour the person in his arms. At the same time, he did not forget to let his palms move about, gently playing with those mouth-watering, slender, beautiful legs.

Mo Qingzhu's invitation was like a spark thrown into dry firewood, instantly igniting the flames in Xiao Ming's heart. That phrase "hold onto the seat" was even more evocative, making one's blood boil.

Xiao Ming gave a low, hoarse laugh, no longer hesitating in the slightest. His palm lightly covered, like a connoisseur examining a supreme treasure, with the focus of a study, slowly moving along those smooth and beautiful curves. Wherever his fingertips reached, it was as if he were feeling the warm, moist luster of top-grade warm jade, and also probing beneath every inch of skin, the indescribable, subtle tremors quietly transmitted.

Mo Qingzhu's body instantly went limp on one side, her eyes hazy, as if they could drip water. She obediently tilted her head back, enduring Xiao Ming's domineering deep kiss, while both her hands climbed onto his back, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the skin of his nape, kissing even more deeply and intensely.

The two of them kissed passionately like this, slowly walking towards the slightly large main seat. In this process, naturally, robes fell away, evocative of wild imagination.

Xiao Ming gently laid the infatuated and confused Mo Qingzhu down on the main seat covered with soft cushions, trapping her between the seat and himself.

Then, looking down at her from above, watching her outer garments completely stripped away, revealing large swathes of snow-white skin and that pitiful, adorable appearance waiting to be plucked, even if there were a thousand words in his heart, now they all transformed into one word—fuck!