92: Endless Dark Tease

"Yi ya~"

Ye Xuanling cried out like a kitten, her face filled with Angry, as she sidestepped the sudden figure.

She was furious, "Wang Qing, you scoundrel!"

"Oh, have you ever seen a scoundrel as handsome as This Emperor? Do you dare say you weren't moved just now?"

Wang Qing was shameless, squeezing his palm, still savoring the soft touch from earlier.

"Bah, you cheap bone, This Emperor was not moved at all!"

"Quick, tell me, what Formation have you set up here?"

"And where have you hidden the Furnace of Fortune!"

Ye Xuanling was enraged, her Divine Thought sweeping every corner of the ancestral mausoleum, yet she couldn't find the Furnace of Fortune or that altar.

"Want the Furnace of Fortune? It's simple!"

"Serve This Emperor well with your body!"

"And This Emperor will tell you the answer you seek!"

Wang Qing's gaze swept over Ye Xuanling's curvaceous figure, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Bah, you're dreaming!"

"Even your father couldn't take This Emperor down!"

"And you? You want This Emperor to serve you?"

"Go on, dream your spring and autumn dreams!"

Ye Xuanling showed a look of contempt, disdainfully looking at Wang Qing, as if mocking a clown.

However, soon she would be crying and begging for mercy.

"Oh, your mouth is quite tough!"

"This Emperor loves to toy with goddesses like you who feign aloofness. I hope you're still this tough later!"

With that said!

Wang Qing's sleeves swirled, and a black mist enveloped the ancestral mausoleum, the world turning pitch black, making it impossible to distinguish night from day.

As the black mist appeared, Ye Xuanling's brow furrowed, her Divine Thought fixed on Wang Qing, preventing a sneak attack.

However, she miscalculated. Wang Qing's figure was like a ghost, moving through the mist.

No sooner had Ye Xuanling seen him disappear than she felt herself being molested again.

"Wang Qing, you rogue, if you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one!"

Ye Xuanling's face was livid. She drew a long sword and swung it left and right, momentarily preventing Wang Qing from taking advantage.

She stamped her foot in anger.

Wang Qing was truly a scoundrel. The number one handsome man in the Immortal Realm actually resorted to such despicable tactics.

"One-on-one? Do you think This Emperor is a fool?"

"If you're not convinced, you can break through the black mist and come find This Emperor!"

Wang Qing's mocking voice came from an unknown direction.

Ye Xuanling's delicate hand summoned a Luck light screen to cover herself, her Divine Thought vigilantly sweeping, carefully examining the sky-high black mist.

She was very familiar with the power within the mist; whose Qi was it if not Shen Shiyao's?

Moreover, Shen Shiyao's Qi was stronger than ever, even subtly surpassing hers.

She suddenly felt a wave of powerlessness.

If it were just Wang Qing.

She could kill him with a raise of her hand.

The problem was that Shen Shiyao had gotten involved with Wang Qing at some unknown point, which made her feel utterly helpless.

It was like punching cotton, with nowhere to exert force.

She even regretted coming in alone. If she had been more careful and not careless, she wouldn't have fallen into the trap at all.

"Wang Qing, as long as you hand over the Furnace of Fortune, This Emperor will not hold you accountable for disturbing the Northern Cold Immortal Region!"

"How about this, This Emperor will submit to you!"

"As long as you don't make This Emperor serve you, This Emperor will agree to all your demands!"

Ye Xuanling softened, showing an expression as if she was about to cry, and compromised with Wang Qing.

"Impossible. This Emperor has taken a liking to you. If you don't serve me, you'll never escape the Abyss Villain Formation!"

Wang Qing's cold laugh pierced through the black mist, but his figure remained elusive.

"Hmph, don't even think about it. There's not a single good man in this world!"

"Anyway, you can't kill This Emperor, so This Emperor will just stay here and wear you out!"

Ye Xuanling also lost her temper. She squatted on the ground, not moving, curiously observing the surrounding black mist.

She didn't like men. For hundreds of millions of years, she had been alone. Even if she had male followers, they were just pawns in her hands.

Moreover, she had always felt that all men were only capable of being driven by lust and nothing else.

Ye Xuanling thought it would continue like this.

How could she have imagined that Wang Qing would stealthily slip into the Luck light screen and take advantage of her everywhere?

"Ugh..."

"You cheap bone, get lost!"

Ye Xuanling's body erupted with terrifying and transcendent Qi, shaking off Wang Qing's ghostly figure, and she retaliated with a world-destroying slap.

Unfortunately, she missed again.

"Women who are too fierce won't find a man. Come here, give me a kiss!"

Wang Qing appeared in front of Ye Xuanling, cupped her face, and kissed her cheek.

Ye Xuanling's Phoenix eyes widened, staring blankly at Wang Qing.

"I was kissed?"

She murmured.

She reacted, suddenly pushing Wang Qing away, her face full of hostility, "Scoundrel, This Emperor will cleave you to death!"

Ye Xuanling raised her long sword, intending to split Wang Qing in two.

Wang Qing slipped away after taking advantage, with no intention of confronting her head-on.

"Swish!"

The sword missed!

Ye Xuanling spun around but couldn't find Wang Qing's figure.

She didn't dare to wait to be tormented, so she dropped her long sword and fled.

"Hey, don't run!"

Wang Qing appeared in the black mist.

Ye Xuanling turned back and glared, "Get lost, don't touch This Emperor!"

"This Emperor doesn't want the Furnace of Fortune anymore. This Emperor will go home, alright!"

With that, Ye Xuanling stood at the edge of the black mist, trying to find a way out of the predicament.

She also didn't want to fight anymore; if she couldn't win, she could run. She wouldn't stoop to Wang Qing's level.

"Don't bother. No one can break through the black mist except This Emperor, not even a transcendent being like you!"

Wang Qing said proudly, slowly walking towards Ye Xuanling.

He turned the foolish woman around, wanting another kiss.

"Get away from me!"

Ye Xuanling pushed Wang Qing away, stamping her foot in anger again. She walked to another spot, refusing to beg for mercy.

She knew that relying on Shen Shiyao's power, neither of them could kill the other, so she might as well just wear him out.

She wanted to see who would get impatient first and completely give up.

Wang Qing watched Ye Xuanling twist her voluptuous body and leave.

He kept nagging in Ye Xuanling's ear, persuading her to surrender.

He was not a good person. Since Ye Xuanling refused to surrender, his demonic claws wandered everywhere, taking advantage.

"Take your paws off me!"

Ye Xuanling slapped away Wang Qing's demonic claws, disdainfully saying, "You want to take This Emperor down? You're dreaming!"

"You can't kill This Emperor, so why don't we both take a step back and remain good friends?"

Wang Qing raised an eyebrow upon hearing the arrogant woman's words, "Be friends? You're thinking too much. This Emperor wants you, the person!"

"You're impervious to reason!" Ye Xuanling said fiercely, flashing around in the black mist.

Wang Qing was not in a hurry. He just watched Ye Xuanling spin around. This place was completely sealed, and the flow of time was different from the outside.

Wang Qing was sure he had Ye Xuanling. When she was on the verge of being driven mad, she would naturally surrender voluntarily.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

Ye Xuanling's figure was like a headless fly, constantly spinning around. As soon as she tore open the black mist, she immediately entered an even darker place.

Repeating constantly, constantly repeating!

Every time Ye Xuanling thought she could find an exit.

But each time, it was deeper darkness, a cyclical struggle in despair.

Who knows how much time had passed.

Perhaps an incense stick's time, perhaps a year, or a hundred years, or even longer...