Because of the Heavenly Demon’s single sentence, ‘The mountain protection formation did not activate. Otherwise,’ forcefully forcing entry into the headquarters of one of the Eight Great Sects, the Boat Sect, I fear even a Nascent Soul cultivator would return without so much as a footprint left behind.

That streak of white light—its speed and momentum were astonishing, stirring up waves of energy in the sky. In just a few breaths, it hurtled straight towards the main platform like a sharp sword, showing absolutely no intention of slowing down.

“Hee-hee-hee…”

A delightful and seductive peal of laughter arose, and a figure clad in red shot out from the main platform, intercepting the white streak mid-air: “Hmph, Heavenly Demon Sister is too magnanimous to bicker with you juniors. Let this old madam play with you instead.”

“Begone, Breaking Heaven Sword. Yan Mo, step aside for Yue!”

That voice was stern and filled with rage, radiating immense white light that coalesced into a giant sword silhouette, howling fiercely. It carried an indomitable aura, a force meant to cleave the heavens and earth, intending to forcefully break through Yan Mo’s defenses.

Yan Mo’s expression turned grave and serious. Red light surged around her body, and swirling mists diffused outwards. Her form merely trembled slightly before transforming into seven or eight figures of Yan Mo. Each one was lifelike, displaying her mature and seductive physique to the utmost; it seemed every inch of skin, every smile and glance, was identical to the coquettish and powerfully alluring Yan Mo. Yet, their movements were distinctly different, each executing unique evasive maneuvers, surrounding Yue Xinglou from all directions. Between their open palms, red light surged; as their graceful bodies twisted, dazzling red light shot out. Their footsteps in the air were light, their slender waists and curved hips subtly swaying, resembling peerless, enchanting courtesans dancing gracefully. Their beautiful legs and arms moved up and down, punctuated by soft gasps that rose and fell like waves, rushing towards Yue Xinglou in a wave of sound from all sides.

The initially unstoppable sword momentum seemed to be caught by an invisible force, dragged into a quagmire. Its speed slowed increasingly, its imposing aura draining drop by drop amidst the overlapping sound waves, as if threads were being pulled from a cocoon.

“Heh, your Chastity Maiden’s Ecstasy Art has improved quite a bit, Yan Mo?”

“Indeed. Interesting. It looks like this fellow surnamed Yue is about to take a loss,” remarked several Ancestors, criticizing with ease and relaxation. However, each one extended their divine sense, pulling their disciples standing behind them into the protective field as well. Though their words were casual, Yan Mo’s Chastity Maiden’s Ecstasy Art was truly a sight to behold. It was only because Yan Mo Boat’s attack wasn't directed at them—what reached the main platform were merely residual shockwaves—that they could comfortably guard themselves with just their divine senses. Otherwise, how could they have easily resisted?

Wan Gui instantly projected his immense divine sense, enveloping Ding Wanyan within it. However, he seemed to deliberately forget Lei Dong, entirely ignoring him as petty revenge because the younger disciple had dared to question him about something he didn't know, and had even been muttering to himself—was that a subtle jab at him? He was especially annoyed that Lei Dong had stubbornly refused to kneel before the Heavenly Demon that day, which had kept his old heart hanging by a thread. Wan Gui knew a little about the Heavenly Demon’s temperament—peerlessly aloof and decisive in execution. If she chose to hold a grudge today, this brat wouldn't have enough lives to pay the debt. It was a minor punishment, a gentle warning. Still, Wan Gui was measured in his actions. Although Yan Mo’s Chastity Maiden’s Ecstasy Art was potent, its target wasn't them; the residual waves were merely a consequence of her ** art not being fully mastered, unable to achieve true subtlety. Thus, in his estimation, Lei Dong would at most suffer a minor embarrassment, preventing the boy from becoming even more arrogant. Furthermore, if the boy truly couldn't hold on, would he really watch him fly straight towards Yan Mo?

Lei Dong never anticipated his unscrupulous master would devise such a petty scheme. Due to the Heavenly Demon's presence, his mood was already somewhat dampened. Seeing the people from Langdu Mountain boldly causing trouble only made him more irritated.

Yan Mo’s sudden aerial appearance lifted his spirits. He rarely witnessed a Golden Core Ancestor taking action. The last time his master dueled the old thief Dry Bones, Lei Dong had watched with intoxicated fascination, gaining considerable insight. Now, presented with another rare opportunity, and with his discernment far exceeding his Qi Refining days, how could he possibly miss it? He stared intently without blinking.

It was fine at first; when Yan Mo began displaying her Chastity Maiden’s Ecstasy Art, Lei Dong watched with appreciation. Setting aside everything else, Yan Mo's physique was undeniably fiery and voluptuous. Suddenly manifesting seven or eight copies of herself, each in a different captivating pose, their enchanting eyes, heaving bosoms, and trembling hips, it was highly engaging. Lei Dong felt this was an extremely profound ** art, and his spirit soared, recalling the long-lost sensations from his previous life’s internet experiences… even accompanied by sounds like…

However, as he stared without looking away, within a few moments, he felt the soul-stirring moans of ecstasy pierce his ears, directly stirring his heart. His breathing grew ragged, and his face flushed crimson. An uncontrollable desire surged forth. The seductive music seemed to whisper intimately beside his ear, silken words slowly dissolving and luring away his soul piece by piece.

Almost instantly, Lei Dong felt a surge of lust. Dazed, with blood surging, he longed to reach out and embrace those fiery, maddeningly sensual forms. Fortunately, Lei Dong was considered rather resilient in willpower, and his extensive experience from his past life’s online world secretly warned him that something was amiss.

His feet trembled as he took two steps before stopping. He knew something was wrong but couldn't pinpoint the source of the anomaly.

Wan Gui’s divine sense swept over him, and he thought, This brat does have some backbone; even at this stage, he’s resisting the urge to pounce. Hot-blooded youths are inherently the most susceptible to Yan Mo’s Chastity Maiden’s