After a cataclysmic battle, the two bodies lay suspended in the thick miasma of demonic energy. Even so, Lei Dong could clearly discern the almost perfect physique beside him: the exquisitely curved spine, the long, goddess-like legs, and skin as delicate and smooth as silk. At this moment, whether it was the sudden release of pent-up frustration or the renewed taste of that wild stimulation, the merging and indulgence of soul and body had brought a faint blush to her otherwise flawless, mature face, lending her an astonishingly heart-stirring allure. Her scattered hair, slightly damp, concealed part of her face, lending a touch of feminine fragility amidst her profound sexiness.

Perhaps this was her true inner self. That cold exterior, that murderous temper at the slightest provocation, was nothing more than a camouflage. Over time, perhaps even she could no longer distinguish which was the real her.

She quietly gazed at Lei Dong’s stern features, and in that moment, an ineffable comfort settled in her heart. This was a feeling she had never experienced in her life—a wellspring of ease, tranquility, and serenity rising from the depths of her being. There was also a slight sense of elation.

Lei Dong, too, had been thrilled from start to finish. Although she initiated things initially, once his own lust and anger were stirred, Lei Dong quickly seized control, employing the 'experience' recalled from his past life. He led them together to scale peak after peak, seemingly endless ascents. He had to admit, due to the medicinal factors, his memory of the last time was somewhat hazy, a blur. But this time, Lei Dong was perfectly lucid. It seemed only now that he truly grasped the wonder of a woman. Especially since the one beneath him was a woman revered, even feared, by countless cultivators across the world.

And now, she was yielding beneath him with soft moans, instinctively coiling around his neck and lower back like an octopus. The dual gratification, psychological and physiological, allowed Lei Dong to taste this ultimate, exquisite pleasure.

The only thing that slightly displeased Lei Dong was that she had been the one to push him first this time. The longing within him intensified, fantasizing that once his strength grew, regardless of her will, he would forcefully take her just once. The more she resisted, the better. Thinking of this, a fire reignited within Lei Dong. His rogue hand traced its way down her silken, perfectly curved back, moving slowly lower. After two encounters, Lei Dong was beginning to familiarize himself with her body, knowing just the spots that could drive her wild.

“Nnngh~” As expected, she let out a low, drawn-out moan, and her momentarily calm eyes began to grow hazy again. However, she suddenly seemed to recall something. With effort, she moved Lei Dong’s hand away, her voice softer than ever before: “You still have a match; conserve your strength.”

Lei Dong blinked in surprise, his mind instantly clearing. He let out a wry smile. This allure of the feminine truly was formidable. He, a man of such firm willpower, had forgotten everything in that moment, even the life-or-death battle ahead. He quickly rose and retrieved a set of clothes from his storage bracelet to change into. As for the three supreme spirit artifacts, Lei Dong had already used the Heart Refinement technique to merge them into his own soul, refining them as his natal spirit artifacts; he wasn't afraid of losing them.

Standing back on the ground, Lei Dong felt his legs were somewhat weak and stumbled slightly as he regained his footing. Just as the Heavenly Demon changed into a long black robe and floated before him with a slight flush on her face, Lei Dong couldn't help but ask, unable to mask his irritation: “You really didn't come here to pull some stunt for your disciple, did you?”

The Heavenly Demon paused briefly, but then she understood the implication of his question [The Great Fiend, Little Mei’s Update]. Immediately, the softness and slight warmth in her heart vanished, replaced by a mix of shame and indignation.

Demonic energy surged; she waved her hand, transforming into a strange gust of wind that blew Lei Dong hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye. Simultaneously, a fierce shout, a mixture of anger and rebuke, echoed in his ears from the Heavenly Demon: “Scram!”

“Wait, come back.” The Heavenly Demon seemed to reconsider something, raising a hand to beckon. The demonic energy materialized into a giant hand several feet across, snatching Lei Dong and yanking him back.

Lei Dong was vexed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. Damn it, is being strong an excuse for everything? To tell him to scram and then recall him? Just as he was about to curse back—like, when I was pleasing you so thoroughly just now, why didn’t you tell me to scram?—

The Heavenly Demon’s seemingly distraught face suddenly calmed. She raised a hand in a summoning gesture, and a war puppet, entirely golden and radiating majestic might, appeared before Lei Dong. Her voice softened slightly: “This war puppet possesses the strength of the peak Foundation Establishment stage. Given your current cultivation, you shouldn't be able to control it yet. However, I left a wisp of my Divine Soul inside to suppress it.”

“What?”

Lei Dong froze on the spot, staring at her in disbelief. Lei Dong already possessed a war puppet himself, and it was only when purchasing that puppet that he learned such constructs were actually a form of semi-living entity. When the original puppet of the Carefree Daoist Wang Hui was destroyed, and the wisp of his ancestor’s Divine Soul within it was annihilated, Lei Dong hadn't felt much. It was only later he realized the severe consequences of a wisp of Divine Soul being destroyed. Especially for Nascent Soul cultivators, whose Divine Souls were gradually merging with their Nascent Soul. Separating a portion of their Divine Soul would not only diminish their strength by one fraction but, if carelessly destroyed, it would result in a grievous injury, making the soul difficult to repair, potentially affecting their future breakthroughs.

Because of this, very few Nascent Soul cultivators would agree to suppress a Foundation Establishment war puppet with a wisp of their Divine Soul. Cultivators are selfish; they would generally not do such a thing, even for their own descendants.

The Carefree Daoist Wang Hui was exceedingly favored to have received such an opportunity, perhaps even to enable Wang Hui to handle certain matters.

“Old ghost, your disciple is truly a scoundrel; it’s already past noon,” the Bewitching Demon transmitted from the side, annoyed and embarrassed. “He still hasn’t shown up. Is he too scared of losing and avoiding the fight?” The Bewitching Demon was extremely anxious. Several Golden Core Patriarchs had arrived and placed their bets squarely on Huangfu Ce, clearly intending to make a huge profit.

“He won't. This Venerable Master has faith in him,” the Myriad Ghost Patriarch appeared calm and composed. “Unless he’s already dead, he will crawl here.” However, deep down, the Myriad Ghost Patriarch was muttering—had something happened to his disciple? He inwardly cursed himself for being too careless, perhaps Huangfu Ce was planning some trick, like hiring an intermediary to intercept Lei Dong.

The Myriad Ghost Patriarch’s composed demeanor managed to prevent the group of Golden Core Patriarchs from completely losing patience. After all, it was only past noon; the challenge had been set for ‘today,’ with no specific time mentioned.

“Crawling my ass. If he’s not up to it, I’d rather he avoided the fight. That way, we’d have an excuse to keep the stakes,” the Bewitching Demon cursed angrily. “Old Ghost, look at Huangfu Ce’s bet—it’s already over four thousand; Lei Dong’s is only three hundred and fifty. If we lose, our fifteen million spirit stones are gone.”

“If you are afraid, consider the bet as mine alone,” the Myriad Ghost Patriarch replied coldly.

“Afraid of what, Myriad Ghost?” the Bewitching Demon retorted, both ashamed and angry. “Do you think I’m someone who goes back on her word? I’m just cursing your disciple for being too high and mighty; what time is it that he still hasn't appeared?”

The other Patriarchs also sent private messages to the Myriad Ghost Patriarch, inquiring about the situation. The Myriad Ghost Patriarch replied calmly to each, but inwardly he was cursing too: What’s the use of asking me? I haven't seen that unfilial disciple in ten years.

It wasn't just the Golden Core Patriarchs in the viewing stands who were growing impatient; even the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators below were murmuring, suggesting Lei Dong was avoiding the fight.

Dongfang Fu, Ding Wanyan, and Qi Feifei—these three women were currently clustered together for some unknown reason. The first two listened to the chatter quite calmly. But Qi Feifei, despite pretending to be delicate and virtuous before Lei Dong, like a model of womanhood for the whole world, was actually quite fiery and volatile. The face hidden behind her veil grew increasingly angry, her gaze holding only the impulse to kill. If not for the presence of her perceived greatest romantic rival beside her, compelling her to maintain some semblance of her image, she would have surely exploded long ago.

However, at this moment, no one could possibly imagine that Lei Dong was entangled with the famous, world-shaking Heavenly Demon.

Time slipped by. After another half-hour, Huangfu Ce, who had been standing with his arms crossed in the center of the square, enduring pointing and commentary, was extremely furious. If he had known, he would have arrived later himself. He had clearly fallen into that brat’s trap.

It was at this precise moment that a burst of black energy erupted from the front of the Yin Sha Sect. A raging cloud of black mist and howling foul wind could be seen climbing higher and higher, roaring its approach. Of course, its speed was not as fast as Huangfu Ce’s, nor was its imposing momentum as fierce.

“He’s here! He’s here!” A far more intense cheer erupted from the crowd. After all, they had been waiting for Lei Dong for a long time.

Lei Dong flew to the sky above the square at an unhurried pace. Without any unnecessary circling of the arena, he landed directly before the viewing stand of the Golden Core Patriarchs. His gaze swept across them and settled on the Myriad Ghost Patriarch. He hastily walked forward a few steps, knelt down with a thud, and choked out, “Your unfilial disciple, Lei Dong, pays respects to Master. I wonder if Master is in good health?”

“Good, good.” The Myriad Ghost Patriarch only let out a huge sigh of relief once Lei Dong appeared. He had not misjudged his disciple after all. His voice carried a hint of excitement. “Dong’er, come here, let Master take a look.”

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