As Thunder moved, watching Tianmo’s exquisite eyes widen as she stared at him as if he were some kind of monstrous apparition, he felt an unparalleled surge of satisfaction. In all their past interactions, Tianmo had always been the one bestowing immense favors upon him, often covering up her generosity to spare his male pride. This always left Thunder in a complicated emotional state: he desperately needed those advantages, yet he always felt subordinate to her.

But now, the tables had turned; it was his turn to bestow gifts upon Tianmo. Naturally, his mood soared. Especially seeing the look of utter astonishment on her face—a look that, despite her mature allure, held a touching hint of helplessness—stirred his soul.

“How do you possess two Supreme Spirit Ghosts?” Tianmo managed to ask, her voice raspy as she forcibly suppressed the shock surging within her. Simultaneously, her vast divine sense and true essence formed two egg-shaped barriers, sealing them off from all scrutiny. Lying if she wasn't intensely interested in these two Supreme Spirit Ghosts. Yet, before Thunder could answer, she immediately shook her head. “No, no, I cannot accept these Spirit Ghosts. Thunder, you should refine them yourself.”

Thunder took a deep, steadying breath, extended his hands, and gently placed them on her shoulders, murmuring softly, “These two Supreme Spirit Ghosts are for you. Refine them, nurture them carefully, and soon they will become two Ghost Kings. When that time comes, among cultivators of the same level, you will be hard-pressed to find anyone in all the Nine Continents who could defeat you in a one-on-one fight.”

“You mustn't underestimate the Nine Continents, nor the entire world. There are myriad strange people and bizarre events in this realm. A Nascent Soul cultivator possessing two Ghost Kings is not necessarily invincible among their peers. Supreme Spirit Ghosts are rare; you should keep them to augment your own means of self-preservation,” Tianmo slowly shook her head, her expression serious. Still, she conceded inwardly: a Nascent Soul cultivator commanding two Ghost Kings could indeed rarely encounter a true equal, marking them as supremely formidable.

Thunder was struck by her words, realizing the truth of it—his own worldly experience was still too shallow, the world he knew merely a fraction of the whole. If two Ghost Kings guaranteed invincibility at his level, how could powerful sects like the Demon Emperor Sect have perished? He immediately shelved his pride, gently drawing her shoulder closer, inhaling the deep, subtle fragrance of her dark, silken hair, and whispered, “Mei-jie, it is precisely because this world is so treacherous and complex that I worry so much about you. You are too straightforward; you never know how to yield when you meet someone you like or dislike, which inevitably leads you into trouble. Having two Ghost Kings watching over you eases my mind considerably.”

“Thunder~” Tianmo’s voice dropped low and husky, her captivating eyes trembling as she gazed fixedly at the sharp, defined contours of his face. In the past, their time together involved nothing but quarrels or fights, and even their intimate moments were marked by sheer, brutal force. Never before had she heard Thunder speak to her with such soft tones, weaving such heart-stirring, honeyed words. Deep within her, it felt as if a layer of sweet honey had been spread, causing her delicate body to grow soft and buoyant.

Thunder leaned slightly closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, and murmured, “You can refine these objects far more effectively than I can. At worst, you can simply protect me later.”

Tianmo swayed slightly, taken aback by his words. He had changed profoundly since his departure. Yet, this current Thunder made her heart flutter and her passions stir even more intensely; being with him was incredibly comforting. The lingering warmth from his kiss brought the ripples of desire back to the surface, a mature, captivating flush creeping up her cheeks, her beautiful eyes misting over. She shot him a slight, reproachful glance, lightly chiding, “Indeed, I must protect you well. You’ve only been gone for a little over ten years, and you’ve already entangled yourself with several women. If this continues, what will happen when you reach the God Transformation stage of Nascent Soul? Won’t even a massive palace be insufficient to house them all?”

As the last syllable left her lips, Tianmo suddenly exerted her strength, roughly shoving Thunder onto the ground. Her exquisite body, like a sexy, fiercely potent female beast, pinned him down. Her pearl-like teeth nipped and ground softly against his neck, her voice dropping to an indescribably deep and seductive register: “Thunder, tell me, how should I punish you for this?”

“Rumors, it’s all just rumors!” Thunder felt an intense wave of desire being forcibly drawn out of him. Intimidated by the fierce aura she exuded, his heart faltered, and he quickly raised his hands in surrender. “At most, there’s just Tantai Bingyun, and that was a frame-up! I’ve kept myself pure all these years.”

Rip

Thunder’s clothing was savagely torn away. Her agile, soft, fragrant tongue teased his chest almost imperceptibly, interspersed with occasional sharp nips from her teeth. This brought Thunder a mixture of pure joy and sharp torment, the pleasure escalating until he could no longer contain a deep, guttural roar.

However, at that very moment, everything abruptly stopped.

Several streams of demonic energy, like nimble serpents, coiled around Thunder’s four limbs, forcefully hoisting him slightly into the air. Alarmed, Thunder hastily circulated his Golden Core true energy, struggling with all his might.

Unexpectedly, Tianmo pointed a finger at his lower abdomen. Layer upon layer of demonic energy infiltrated his Dantian, flowing rapidly through his limbs and every part of his body.

Caught completely off guard by the sneak attack, seven or eight tenths of his power were instantly neutralized. The remaining strength was nowhere near enough to break free from the demonic energy's restraint. Thunder could only cry out, “Hey, hey, Mei-jie, don’t play dirty like this!”

“Play?” Tianmo’s lovely face was filled with an intense murderous aura. She snorted, “Who is playing? I, the Sovereign, today intend to—ahem—punish you on behalf of the moon.” With that, the demonic energy around her surged violently, wrapping her completely as she began to spin rapidly. Moments later, the demonic energy vanished without a trace. The Tianmo who had just been clad in black robes had undergone a complete transformation.

Now, Tianmo’s tall, slender physique was utterly exposed beneath an outfit that barely covered anything. The slick, dark, revealing leather contrasted sharply with her figure, pushing her sex appeal to its absolute zenith. Especially her long, flawlessly smooth legs, now encased in black stockings that made Thunder’s blood nearly burst from his veins; stiletto heels made her height and allure even more pronounced and provocative.

“Th-this…” Thunder’s blood pulsed violently, yet he stared so hard his eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

“Do you like it?” Tianmo breathed lightly against his ear, her voice filled with intoxicating, demonic charm. “This is one of the bedroom outfits you once mentioned you liked best.”

Thunder’s mind raced. He recalled, vaguely, that during moments of intense pleasure in the past, he had casually let slip concepts of stimulating ‘games’ from his previous life—things like nurse uniforms, flight attendant outfits, or queenly leather attire. But long years had passed, and Thunder himself had mostly forgotten. Yet, Tianmo had not only remembered but had perfectly recreated the dominant, laced leather costume right before him. It differed slightly from his hazy memory, but it was infinitely more captivating, so sexy it stole his breath.

Simultaneously, Thunder could only manage a wry internal smile. This woman truly lived up to her deep demonic nature. He had mentioned far more than just this one style of attire to her back then. Why didn't she opt for something like a maid costume or a school uniform? Why insist on this commanding, dominant presentation? She truly possessed that... innate potential.

“Mei-jie, uh, your little brother here isn’t feeling well today. How about we... let’s postpone our reunion for another day?” Thunder glanced at the faint, seductive, wicked smile playing on her lips, his heart hammering in alarm as he meekly begged for reprieve.

“Not feeling well? I see you looking quite comfortable,” Tianmo drawled lazily, her beautiful eyes subtly drifting toward certain parts of him. Then, she gave a cold laugh. “And even if you weren’t feeling well, what difference would it make? For over a decade, I’ve devised hundreds of ways to ensure you understand.”

Seeing the undisguised ferocity in her gaze, Thunder nearly fainted. What kind of fantasies had this woman been concocting in her mind for over ten years? Pitifully, he realized his remaining lifetime was now utterly in the hands of this formidable Tianmo.

Suddenly, Tianmo became exquisitely charming, her serpentine body pressing against Thunder, her breath catching in soft gasps, as if performing a seductive Demonic Dance. Under her ministrations, Thunder involuntarily began to pant heavily, his blood roaring, emitting beast-like cries from his throat: “Mei-jie, let me go, I’ll do it…”

“Tell me, besides that Tantai girl, are there any other women?” Tianmo was relentless, continuing to tease and torment him with techniques she must have learned from somewhere unknown. Slowly, she lifted her delicate head, a cold smile barely touching her lips. “For instance, the Saintess Lan Qisi?”

“Ugh, alright, alright, I confess, I confess! That Lan Qisi situation was an accident,” Thunder struggled fiercely but could not break the demonic restraint, forced to yield. “But besides her, truly, no one else.”

“No one else?” Tianmo continued her torment, her smile chilling.

“No one else, I swear!”

This session of forced interrogation lasted until halfway through the night. Tianmo, only half-believing him, gave him a suggestive glance before releasing her hold. Having been teased to the brink of madness countless times throughout the night, Thunder’s desire had peaked to an unbearable level. He roared and lunged forward, intending to pin Tianmo’s sexy demonic form beneath him to violently vent his frustration.

Unexpectedly, Tianmo executed a swift, close-quarters move, capturing him and pinning him beneath her instead.

“Ning~”

As Tianmo let out a soul-shattering, seductive moan, Thunder also let out a sound of pure, agonizing bliss. The long-suppressed passion surged forth in a powerful torrent.

“Great Lover, you give up already? Let’s go again…”

Another half of the night passed before the exhausted, utterly depleted Thunder finally grasped the painful truth: achieving complete dominance over this Tianmo woman was truly a monumental and distant ambition...

... (To be continued RH)