South of Moon Saint Mountain, within a vast, desolate basin, a thicket of crimson-red shrubs grew with astonishing vigor, reaching heights of over ten meters.

Within the dense undergrowth lay numerous dark-red stones. Legend claimed this area was once a massive lake, and the shifting terrain had sculpted the current spectacle, scattering dark-red stones, which should have lain at the bottom of the water, across the ground, creating a bizarre landscape juxtaposed with the red shrubs.

This place lay only a hundred li from Manichaeism’s Sacred Mountain of Light. Ji Changkong and Ayiguli sat upon a large, disc-shaped red stone. Ayiguli was perched high on one edge of the stone, her two beautiful legs dangling lightly, a captivating smile perpetually gracing her lips, exuding an irresistible charm at every moment.

After leaving the Grand Temple of the Oro Cult, Ayiguli, using the pretext of honing Ji Changkong’s resolve, had fully unleashed the seductive arts she had cultivated for years. Every moment, she displayed her power to enchant all beings before Ji Changkong, leveraging the profound and enigmatic seductive techniques of the Oro Cult to test him.

According to Ayiguli, the Holy Mother Youlan of Manichaeism possessed an even deeper mastery in this area. Ayiguli claimed she was doing this to prevent Ji Changkong’s mind from being ensnared by Youlan’s seductive arts when they eventually met the Holy Mother.

Ji Changkong found Ayiguli’s suggestion sound. Considering he would soon face Youlan, who was renowned for her seductive mastery, he agreed to Ayiguli’s methods, even actively cooperating by attempting to resist the wondrous power of her seductive arts.

Ayiguli had already achieved great depth in her seductive skills previously; back in Xuanyuan Valley, Ji Changkong had nearly lost control on several occasions. After years of dedicated practice, her mastery had become even more exquisite. Throughout this journey, Ayiguli kept her seductive arts fully engaged, genuinely causing many people around Ji Changkong to become utterly infatuated.

Seated high upon the stone, one beautiful leg partially exposed, her light-purple robe pulled up to her thigh, Ayiguli gently swung her calves. The dazzling light off her skin shimmered, and some strange, profound power seemed to seep directly into the depths of Ji Changkong’s soul.

Ayiguli let out a soft laugh, the peach-blush rising on her cheeks slowly spreading down into her fair neck. Her soul-capturing eyes were glistening, overflowing with intoxicating affection. She would glance at Ji Changkong from time to time, then seemingly carelessly look away.”

Maintaining the clarity within his heart, he realized that at this moment, neither the Heavenly Fire nor the Star Cloud Soul Refining Technique could be of any use; only the Taixu Mīlù, which cultivated mental stillness, could allow him to resist Ayiguli’s bewitching charm.

Repeatedly murmuring "mind as still as water," he tried to calm himself gradually. He even began to visualize Ayiguli in his deepest mind as Holy Mother Youlan, imagining her as his enemy, which was the only way he could prevent himself from making a fool of himself under Ayiguli's enchantment.

“Sect Master, come over here,” Ayiguli’s lips curved into a smile that stirred the soul. “If you engage in combat with Youlan, approaching her will be unavoidable. If she strikes suddenly during the fight, I fear you might be caught off guard. To prevent such a thing, we should go a step further.”

“Go a step further?” Ji Changkong started, then shook his head. “No need. I think this is quite sufficient.”

He felt that if he allowed Ayiguli to get too close, once she truly unleashed the Oro Cult’s seductive arts to their absolute peak, he might find it impossible to maintain his core resolve.

, Stone Because, while they were above the sun, he had already experienced the wonder of that connection through the merging of their souls.

He was no longer as ignorant as he once was. Such experiences were like an addictive poison corroding the heart; if one had never tasted it, it was one thing, but once the seal was broken, the ability to resist such sugar-coated bullets dropped several times over.

He was, after all, merely a young man brimming with xueqi (vital energy), and having already experienced this domain, he feared Ayiguli’s invitation to proceed further.

“Sect Master need not worry. Even if…” Even if you lose control, don’t you still have me?” Ayiguli bit her lip, feigning shyness. “As the caster, I will remain fully conscious at all times. Sect Master need not worry.”

Yes, she was the caster. As long as she could control herself and stop the seductive arts in time, what could happen? Ji Changkong realized this, nodding slightly embarrassed. “If… if I truly make a scene, you must stop me promptly… stop immediately.”

“Rest assured, I know my limits,” Ayiguli replied with a radiant smile.

Ji Changkong finally let down his guard and walked step by step toward Ayiguli, stopping on the stone directly beneath her dangling calves, looking up. “I am ready.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Ji Changkong suddenly stared blankly upward. A surge of wicked heat erupted from his lower abdomen, causing his face to flush instantly as his mind became unsettled and restless.

Though Ayiguli’s dark-purple robe was tight, the lower part was rather loose. She had pulled the robe up to her thighs, allowing her calves to swing freely.

And at this moment, with her positioned above and Ji Changkong below, the gentle parting of her swinging calves subtly revealed the beautiful scenery beneath her robe—a hint of...

The vague, ephemeral sight was most soul-stirring. As Ayiguli silently pushed her seductive arts to their extreme, such a vision possessed ten times the magnetic pull for a man!

The desire within his body was ignited in a sudden, volcanic eruption!

In that instant, Ji Changkong’s rationality seemed entirely devoured by his inner demons. He stared upward blankly at the mysterious vista beneath Ayiguli’s robe, his mouth growing parched, no longer able to restrain the primitive lust innate to a man.

With a guttural roar like a wild beast, Ji Changkong reached out and snatched Ayiguli directly off the stone.

Ayiguli cried out in surprise, clearly startled by the unexpected action. However, after that initial cry, Ayiguli suddenly burst into light, triumphant laughter. She was immensely proud that she could drive the usually disdainful Ji Changkong into such a frenzy.

Peng!

Ayiguli’s body was pinned against the stone by an invisible force, unable to move!

It was as if an unseen, colossal hand held her down, binding her entire yuanli (primal energy) with that invisible pressure, leaving her completely powerless.

Before her, Ji Changkong’s eyes blazed with the fire of pure desire! A man's most primal instinct was laid bare!

Ji Changkong’s gaze swept over her, the fire of lust burning fiercely, seemingly impossible to extinguish. He gasped for air, and his large hand began to explore her exquisite physique with rough urgency…”

Her face, her neck, her high, proud peaks, her slender abdomen devoid of any excess flesh, her firm, long thighs, her full, smooth buttocks…

Without reservation, Ji Changkong’s hands brazenly invaded Ayiguli’s body, moving forcefully across her most forbidden territories.

Brutal! Direct! Without an ounce of gentleness!

“Ah!” Ayiguli, who had initially intended to play along, suddenly felt pain. She wanted to stop Ji Changkong from continuing this assault, or at least make him gentler, but she found her powerless cries had absolutely no effect on him.

In just a short while, every inch of her pristine, untouched forbidden zones, every patch of skin, every corner, was thoroughly explored by Ji Changkong’s hands!

Yet, pain persistently accompanied the exploration. Furthermore, as Ji Changkong’s hands moved, the pain on her sensitive skin grew sharper, intensifying significantly when his left hand slipped into the cleft of her buttocks.

Ayiguli’s snow-white skin began to turn faintly blue, and the skin on her arms even took on a purplish hue; the pain worsened. Ayiguli felt she was reaching her limit. “Sect Master, let go, release your hand! You’re hurting me!” she cried out urgently.

In trying to stop Ji Changkong, Ayiguli had already begun to withdraw the seductive arts she had deployed. However, she realized she had lost control of the situation. She had underestimated the vast gap between herself and Ji Changkong. Unable to move her limbs, once she retracted her spell, she had no way to escape!

It was unclear whether the desire-maddened Ji Changkong heard Ayiguli’s cry. Although his movements remained rough, the force lessened somewhat.

Ayiguli still felt pain, but the degree of pain was now within her tolerance.

“ Chī lā!” (Ripping sound!)

Just as Ayiguli felt slightly better, her face flushed crimson. She gasped urgently, “No! Not here! Absolutely not here! People might pass by here!”

After the ripping sound, Ayiguli immediately felt a cool breeze on her lower rear. She instantly knew her lower robe had been torn apart. Her straight, elegant thighs and the woman’s most mysterious parts were now completely exposed to the air.

“There’s noise in the basin! Sounds like a woman’s voice! Let’s go check it out!” Just then, a light shout came from above. Several masters of the Star-Sky Realm, having heard Ayiguli’s cry, slowly descended from the sky, heading toward the dense thicket.

Ayiguli was greatly alarmed, nearly bursting into tears. While inwardly cursing herself for weaving her own trap, she quickly silenced herself, praying that those people wouldn't discover her and Ji Changkong, hoping they would leave quickly.

She was practically half-naked, pinned against the stone by Ji Changkong as he violently assaulted her. If anyone saw her now—the Saintess of the Divine Cult, the most beautiful and inviolable Moon Flower of the Western Regions—in such a state, being utterly toyed with by a man… who knew what those people’s hearts would feel?

“Sect… Sect Master, someone, someone is coming! Quickly let go of me!” Ayiguli’s face was flushed with guilty shame, burning with anxiety as she whispered urgently.

Unfortunately, the Ji Changkong lost in lust could not hear her soft plea. He continued steadfastly with what he intended to do, unable to stop.

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