119: Chapter 119 A stunningly beautiful and alluring enchantress! My lord~

Zhou Liangan instantly tensed up, his face full of vigilance.

He could clearly sense that the aura of this Demoness's true form, even while sealed, was many times stronger than her Clone. She was definitely an old monster who had lived for over ten thousand years.

He did not hesitate in the slightest, pushing the soul-locking jade to its limit. With a slight flip of his right hand, the Zhenwu Sword appeared in his palm, ready to strike at any moment.

The Demoness seemed to notice Zhou Liangan's vigilance. She chuckled softly, making no unnecessary movements, just watching him quietly. Her tone was soft, carrying a soothing implication: "Don't worry, little husband~ I have not a shred of malice toward you~"

"Speaking of this Yin-Yang Dao Accomplishment Sutra, it actually shares a three-tenths connection with my Demon Race." The Demoness spoke slowly, explaining: "The founder of this Cultivation Technique back then was the Dao Companion of our Demon Race's Old Ancestor. Half of the Yin and Yang fusion method within the technique originated from my Demon Race's Legacy, which is why I could tell at a glance that you are Cultivating this technique."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the black iron chains on her body, her tone carrying a hint of relief: "Now that ten thousand years have passed, that old woman who set up this death trap to Seal me has long since suffered Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. After ten thousand years of erosion, I have worn away ninety percent of this Seal, leaving only the final step."

"And within this Yin-Yang Dao Accomplishment Sutra, there happens to be a technique that allows both parties to share Spiritual Qi and connect their minds." The Demoness's gaze fell on Zhou Liangan again, carrying a hint of expectation: "As long as you are willing to join forces with me and use this method to fuse our Spiritual Qi, breaking the Restriction here will be easy."

Hearing this, Zhou Liangan's vigilance did not diminish in the slightest. He looked coldly at the Demoness before him and asked: "There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. Why should I help you? What good does helping you escape do for me?"

The Demoness laughed suddenly upon hearing this.

She laughed until her body trembled, her chest heaving slightly, and the black iron chains on her body made a clattering sound again.

After laughing for a long while, she stopped. Her ink-colored eyes stared straight at Zhou Liangan, and she spoke word by word, her voice carrying a seductive charm: "You help me escape, and I will help you clear all obstacles on this trial path, ensuring you successfully pass all nine layers and become the Master of Kunlun."

She paused, her pink tongue lightly sweeping over her luscious red lips again. A flash of red light appeared in her ink-colored eyes, radiating a boundless charm capable of stealing a person's soul, and each word drilled into Zhou Liangan's ears.

"Besides that, my life was saved by you, little husband. From now on, I will be your person, your woman. I will listen to you for the rest of my life. You can do whatever you want with me, how about that~"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Liangan raised his eyelids slightly, a flash of vigilance in his eyes.

The Demoness saw the trace of vigilance and hesitation on Zhou Liangan's face clearly. Instead of restraining herself, the smile on her lips deepened, curving into an arc that could steal one's soul.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes upturned and seductive, her voice drawn out long as if it had hooks, drilling into his ears: "Little husband~ Are you not satisfied with the terms I've offered?~"

As soon as this voice emerged, ripples appeared in the surrounding air. The cold Devilish Qi drilled into his Divine Soul through his ear canals, carrying boundless charm and bewitchment, as if countless soft hands were gently scratching at his Divine Soul, wanting him to let down all his defenses and follow her words.

If it were any other ordinary Cultivator, they would have already lost their soul by now and rushed up to unlock her.

However, Zhou Liangan had the soul-locking jade with him, which kept his Divine Soul clear.

He chuckled lowly, his gaze sweeping over the Demoness casually. He neither avoided looking nor was he the least bit infatuated, his tone unhurried: "I am indeed tempted by these terms. However, Senior, your cultivation level is heaven-defying. If I really set you free and you turn around and bite back, I won't even have a place to run, and I will have no way to deal with you."

As soon as these words fell, the Demoness suddenly giggled.

She laughed until she trembled, her ample chest heaving with the movement, causing the black iron chains locking her limbs to sway along, making a crisp "clatter-clatter" sound that seemed particularly harsh in the deathly silent stone room.

After laughing for a while, she stopped, looking at Zhou Liangan with glistening eyes, her voice still carrying the nasal tone from her laughter, making it even more alluring: "Little husband~ I can take the Heavenly Demon Oath. With that, you should be at ease, right?~"

Zhou Liangan raised an eyebrow.

Of course, he knew what the Heavenly Demon Oath was.

For the Demon Race, this was a supreme oath carved into their Bloodline. Using their own Demon Core and Divine Soul as a guide, once made, if they violated it in the slightest, they would immediately be devoured by the Heavenly Demon, their Divine Soul destroyed, without even a chance for Reincarnation. There was absolutely no room for faking it.

Logically, with things said to this point, anyone should have relented.

But a strange look only appeared in Zhou Liangan's eyes. His lips were pressed tightly together, and he didn't answer or nod. He just stared at her fixedly, as if he wanted to see through every expression on her face.

The Demoness wasn't annoyed by his stubbornness, the charming smile still curved on her lips as she leaned forward again—even though the chains held her and she could only move a little, she still managed to pose in a way that seemed like she was actively leaning in. Her voice was soft enough to melt: "Little husband~ I have shown my utmost sincerity this time. What are you still hesitating about?~"

The expression on Zhou Liangan's face changed back and forth, turning gloomy and then deep, but he simply would not speak.

The Demoness chuckled again, as if she had finally run out of options, shaking her head helplessly: "Fine, fine. Since you are still worried, I will take the oath now. That will do, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Zhou Liangan to respond. She looked up at the ceiling of the stone room and, with her red lips parted, began to recite the Heavenly Demon Oath word by word.

As she chanted, the surrounding air instantly turned cold. Black Devilish Qi surged from all directions, gathering into a rolling dark cloud above her head, from which the roars of demonic beasts could be faintly heard.

When her last word fell, the Devilish Qi exploded, turning into a beam of black light that "whooshed" into the center of her eyebrows, leaving a faint Demon Rune that flashed and then vanished.

After doing all this, the Demoness lowered her head, extended the tip of her tongue, and lightly licked her luscious red lips. Her alluring eyes stared unblinkingly at Zhou Liangan, her voice sweet enough to drip honey: "Little husband~ I have done all this, are you satisfied now?~"

Anyone else would likely have completely let down their guard by now and gone up to unlock her.

But when Zhou Liangan heard this, the expression on his face suddenly tightened. His eyes narrowed instantly, sweeping over the Demoness like two blades, his tone turning cold: "Hmph, I was almost fooled by you."

As soon as Zhou Liangan said this, the smile on the Demoness's face paused, then returned to its seductive state. A look of perfectly appropriate confusion and playfulness rose in her beautiful eyes as she asked in a drawn-out tone: "Oh? Little husband, what do you mean by that?~ I don't understand, how could that be?~"

Zhou Liangan couldn't be bothered to waste breath on her. He sneered, and the Tianji Qiankun Technique within him instantly operated to the extreme. His Spiritual Power surged to his palm like a rushing river.

With a soft "hum", a seemingly plain little wooden sword appeared in his hand—it was the Zhenwu Sword.

This wooden sword looked unremarkable, but as soon as it appeared, it swelled against the wind, instantly growing from the length of a palm to the height of a person. A dazzling golden light flashed on the sword body, and a sharp, extreme Sword Intent erupted from the blade, forcing the surrounding Devilish Qi to retreat.

Zhou Liangan flipped his wrist, and without the slightest hesitation, he gripped the Zhenwu Sword and slashed fiercely at the Demoness in front of him!

Boom—!

With a loud bang, the golden Sword Qi was like a thunderbolt, tearing through the silent stone room, sweeping toward the Demoness with the power to destroy the world.

But just as the Sword Qi was about to strike the Demoness, the scene before his eyes suddenly changed.

The Demoness's figure instantly turned into a mass of ink-colored mist, intertwining with the surging black Qi and spinning madly.

Zhou Liangan felt his vision blur, the world spinning, the stars shifting. His ears were filled with the sound of whistling wind. When he stood firm again, the stone room in front of him had completely disappeared.

In its place was an incredibly huge palace.

This palace looked magnificent, with a dome carved with ancient runes overhead, and mottled murals on the surrounding walls, showing the grandeur of the past.

But looking closer, one could see that this palace was already dilapidated. The floor was covered in thick dust, moss grew in the corners, and the stone walls in many places were cracked, revealing the pitch-black rock behind them, a sense of the vicissitudes of time and desolation rushing toward him.

And around the palace, on the walls and the ground, were densely packed with golden talismans. Although these talismans had been there for nearly ten thousand years and some had blackened and lost their effectiveness, the remaining ones still emitted a dazzling golden light, forming a huge Seal formation that enveloped the entire palace.

Zhou Liangan suddenly came to his senses and looked down, his heart shrinking instantly.

Just three inches in front of him, a thin Sword Qi lay horizontally. The Sword Qi he had just slashed out had collided exactly with this one. At the boundary where the two collided, seven-colored rays of light were shining, and the Sword Intent contained within it was still sharp enough to make his scalp tingle, even after ten thousand years.

If he had stepped forward just one more step, or even half a step, he would have been split in two by this Sword Qi, without even his Divine Soul remaining.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Zhou Liangan's back.

That place earlier was fake from beginning to end; it was an illusion set up by this Demoness!

If he had really believed in that so-called Heavenly Demon Oath and moved to break those fake chains, it would have been equivalent to voluntarily sending his own blood essence and Spiritual Power into this Sealed Sword Qi. He wouldn't even have known how he died!

Zhou Liangan abruptly raised his head and looked toward the depths of the palace.

On a high platform not far away, there was a soft couch. A graceful figure was leaning obliquely on the couch.

The woman was wearing a thin black gauze, which was semi-transparent, just enough to cover the key areas, revealing snow-white skin. Her waist was slender, the curves of her hips were breathtaking, and a pair of long, straight jade legs were crossed, peeking out from the hem of the gauze, dazzlingly white.

She leaned there so casually, her every gesture carrying a natural charm and laziness, ten times more alluring than her appearance in the illusion.

And on her left ankle, a thick, arm-sized meteor iron chain carved with golden runes was locked tightly. The other end of the chain was deeply embedded in the formation eye of the ground, connected as one with the Seal of the entire palace.

Whenever she moved even slightly, the runes on the chains would light up with golden light, emitting a sizzling sound, scorching her skin. Yet, she seemed completely unable to feel the pain, not even frowning.

Seeing Zhou Liangan look over, the woman suddenly giggled. The laughter echoed in the empty palace like silver bells.

She extended her slender, fair fingers, placed them on her lips, and gently licked her fingertips with her red, fragrant tongue. Her long, narrow peach-blossom eyes stared unblinkingly at Zhou Liangan, her tone carrying a bit of playfulness and a bit of appreciation: "Little husband, you really are different. After so long, you are the first person to see through my illusion."

Zhou Liangan's eyes were fixed on her, his grip on the Zhenwu Sword tightening. "Demoness, truly a demoness! What a clever scheme, intentionally setting up an illusion to lure in unsuspecting Cultivators, making them think that breaking your chains would grant them rewards, when in reality, you were using their life essence and Spiritual Qi to wear down this Seal of Sword Qi left by the Kunlun Ancestral Master. Over these many years, the number of Cultivators who have died at your hands must be countless. You are truly vicious."

He had just glanced at the corners of the palace, where piles of withered bones lay alongside many shattered Magic Treasures and Storage Pouches, clearly left behind by the Cultivators who had stumbled in before.

These people likely died without ever knowing that from beginning to end, they had been part of someone else's scheme, becoming fodder to grind away the demoness's Seal.

Upon hearing this, the demoness laughed even harder, swaying back and forth, her ample bosom shaking in a way that made one dizzy. "Giggle giggle~ Little gentleman, you are exactly like those old hags from Kunlun, always loving to stand on the high ground of Jianghu righteousness, pointing fingers at others and accusing them without cause."

Zhou Liangan sneered and took a half-step forward, but was forced to stop by the pressure of the Sword Qi. He stared at the demoness, his tone icy. "Am I wrong? Were these people not killed by you?"

The demoness's smile slowly faded. She raised her head, her beautiful eyes fixed intensely on Zhou Liangan. The previous allure vanished without a trace, replaced by monstrous hatred and a trace of unconcealable resentment.

Her voice also turned cold, carrying a ferocity suppressed for ten thousand years. "You think you're right? Then do you know why I am trapped here?!"

"Whether what you say is true or false, I have no ability to distinguish, nor any interest in knowing." Zhou Liangan interrupted her expressionlessly, his tone unyielding. "Even if you have a thousand reasons, you were inferior in skill and lacking in strength, and were sealed here by the Kunlun Ancestral Master. That is your fate; you cannot blame others. Do you expect the Cultivators of the whole world to be buried with you just because you were wronged?"

Zhou Liangan knew all too well that the demoness's greatest specialty was using stories to elicit sympathy; the illusion just now was the best example.

No matter how miserable or pitiful she sounded, if he let his compassion stir, the next step would be falling into her trap.

Upon hearing this, the demoness did not get angry; instead, she suddenly laughed.

Her gaze rippled, her seductive peach-blossom eyes fixing on Zhou Liangan again. She looked him up and down several times, her tone slow and languid, carrying a sense of seeing through everything. "Little gentleman~ You bear great Luck. Those old women of Kunlun have long placed their bets on you, treating you as a chess piece in their hands, aren't they?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Liangan's pupils constricted sharply, and a thick look of strange emotion instantly surfaced in his eyes.

Yet, this demoness, who had been sealed for ten thousand years, had actually seen through it at a glance?

Clearly, those women from Kunlun had done something to him.

Seeing the expression on Zhou Liangan's face, the demoness knew her words had struck a chord with him.

She chuckled again, leaning her body slightly forward. Her thin veil slipped a little, revealing more snowy-white skin. Her tone became softer, carrying a power that bewitched the heart. "Little gentleman~ You know in your heart that those old women have no good intentions, right? They are only pampering you now because they want to use your Luck. Once you have no utilization value, they will turn around and discard you like trash."

She paused, the temptation in her voice growing thicker. "Release me, little gentleman. I can be your servant, and for this life and this world, I will obey your every command. I will help you deal with those old women, help you clear all obstacles, help you ascend to the position of Lord of Kunlun, and even help you dominate the entire Cultivation World. How about it?~"

As she said this, her eyes were fixed straight on Zhou Liangan, filled with genuine hope and unconcealable ambition, as if she really had already taken him as her future master.

Zhou Liangan's heart did indeed skip a beat.

If he could truly subdue this demoness, given her cultivation level and knowledge, she would absolutely become his most powerful asset.

But Zhou Liangan quickly suppressed the stirring in his heart, sneered, and swept his gaze casually over the demoness, remaining in that unhurried manner. "What you say sounds nice, but why should I trust you?"

"I know you are still worried, little gentleman." The demoness smiled, her tone full of understanding. "The Heavenly Demon Vow in the illusion just now was fake. This time, my main body will personally swear the Heavenly Demon Vow, using my Origin Demon Core and ten thousand years of cultivation as the guide. If I violate this vow, may my Divine Soul be scattered and destroyed, never to be reincarnated. With this, you should trust me, right?"

Zhou Liangan half-closed his eyes, saying nothing, just staring fixedly at her, his mind calculating rapidly.

Subduing her had obvious benefits.

This demoness was personally sealed by the Kunlun Ancestral Master; her cultivation was absolutely unfathomable. Even after being sealed for ten thousand years and suffering great damage to her strength, she was definitely not someone he could compare to right now.

With her by his side, let alone the schemes of Kunlun, even in the entire Cultivation World, there would be few people who could threaten him.

But the risks were equally huge.

This demoness was cunning and full of schemes; the illusion just now had almost trapped him. Even if she swore the Heavenly Demon Vow, what if she found some loophole he didn't notice in the oath? Once he released her, he would be the first to die.

Anyone would have to weigh this carefully.

Seeing the uncertain expression on Zhou Liangan's face, the demoness did not urge him; she just looked at him quietly, with plenty of patience in her eyes.

Having lived for so many years, she knew best how to manipulate human hearts. She knew that although the youth before her looked mature beyond his years and was meticulous in his thoughts, his inner ambition was greater than anyone's. He would absolutely not be able to refuse the conditions she offered.

Sure enough, after a long silence, Zhou Liangan lifted his eyelids, looked at her, and spat out three words: "You swear it."

The demoness's eyes lit up instantly, and a genuine smile appeared on her face.

She did not hesitate any longer, slowly straightened her body, raised her head, and looked at the dome of the palace. Her vermilion lips parted slightly, and she recited the Heavenly Demon Vow, word by word.

This time, it was completely different from what it had been in the illusion.

As the demoness recited, the entire palace began to shake violently. Above the dome, dark clouds gathered, and purple heavenly thunder rolled within the clouds, emitting a rumbling roar.

Boundless black Devilish Qi erupted from her body, gathering above her head into a huge phantom of a Heavenly Demon. The pressure emitted by that phantom made Zhou Liangan's Spiritual Qi almost stagnate, and even breathing became difficult.

Her vow was spoken clearly, every word resounding with impact: "Using my Origin Demon Core as a guide and my ten thousand years of cultivation as proof, in this life, I serve Zhou Liangan as my master. I shall have no two minds, never betray, and never harm Zhou Liangan in the slightest. In this life, I shall obey only Zhou Liangan's commands. If I violate this vow, may I suffer the Heavenly Demon Devouring Heart, my Divine Soul be scattered and destroyed, and never be reincarnated."

As the last word fell, the Heavenly Demon phantom above her head let out a deafening roar, then transformed into a streak of black light that plunged into the demoness's brow, leaving a clear Heavenly Demon Vow Mark on her forehead. The mark flickered a few times before slowly fading into her skin and disappearing.

At the same time, the soul-locking jade in Zhou Liangan's bosom vibrated gently, emitting a clear light that swept across the entire palace.

Only then did Zhou Liangan's suspended heart settle down a little.

After swearing the vow, the demoness turned her head to look at Zhou Liangan, her smile as bright as a blooming flower. She even changed how she addressed him, her voice coy and sweet. "Master~ This servant has already sworn the vow. Master, you can finally come and save me now, right?~"

Zhou Liangan then realized that in the vow just now, she had stated her name—Moye Miaoyan.

Zhou Liangan went over the vow in his mind several times, confirming that every word was without issue, and the soul-locking jade had also given clear feedback. Only then did he completely set aside his doubts.

He looked up at the Sword Qi three inches in front of him, his expression slowly turning solemn.

This Sword Qi was left by the Kunlun Ancestral Master to Seal Moye Miaoyan.

To reach her, he had to first shatter this Sword Qi.

But this was, after all, the Sword Intent left by the Kunlun Ancestral Master. Even after nearly ten thousand years, with its power long since diminished to less than one in ten thousand, it was definitely not easy to break.

Zhou Liangan took a deep breath and once again activated the Tianji Qiankun Technique. This time, he poured all the Spiritual Qi in his body into the Zhenwu Sword in his hand without reservation.

The Zhenwu Sword instantly let out a deafening Dragon roar, and the golden light on the blade surged, almost illuminating the entire dim palace like daylight.

A Sword Intent ten times sharper than before erupted from the sword, faintly rivaling the Sword Intent of the sealing Sword Qi opposite it.

Zhou Liangan's eyes narrowed. Holding the Zhenwu Sword, he thrust it fiercely toward the sealing Sword Qi in front of him!

Boom—!!!

The two Sword Intents crashed into each other fiercely, emitting an earth-shattering roar. The entire palace shook violently. The runes on the ground all lit up, and the golden light and black Devilish Qi collided crazily, making sizzling sounds. Sword Qi flew everywhere, scraping Zhou Liangan's face painfully.

At the center of the collision of the two Sword Intents, Zhou Liangan even saw a vague, rosy-hued immortal figure—a woman in white, standing tall with a cold gaze and an air of righteous integrity. It was the last remnant of the Sword Intent left by the Kunlun Ancestral Master.

But after all, ten thousand years had passed; this remnant of Sword Intent had long lost its former might. Furthermore, the Zhenwu Sword was an ancient treasure, not an ordinary object.

The two Sword Intents were deadlocked for only a dozen breaths before the white-clad immortal figure slowly turned transparent, finally transforming into golden light that dissipated into the air.

The sealing Sword Qi that had stood before Zhou Liangan also completely shattered, disappearing without a trace.

The last obstacle between him and Moye Miaoyan was gone.

Zhou Liangan put away the Zhenwu Sword and took a step, walking toward Moye Miaoyan on the high platform.

Watching Zhou Liangan approach step by step, Moye Miaoyan's beautiful eyes instantly brimmed with tears, filled with irrepressible excitement and wild joy.

She had been sealed here for a full ten thousand years, burned by chains and suppressed by the Seal day and night, unable to see any hope of getting out. Now, she had finally waited for the person who could save her.

Before Zhou Liangan could reach the soft couch, Moye Miaoyan impatiently stretched out her jade-white arms. Even though the chains on her ankles dragged at her, forcing her to lean forward, she still insisted on reaching out toward Zhou Liangan.

As soon as Zhou Liangan walked up to Moye Miaoyan, she lunged forward, throwing herself directly into Zhou Liangan's arms. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face in his chest, her body still trembling slightly.

Before Zhou Liangan could react, she raised her head and proactively offered her soft, delicate lips, kissing him without reservation...