Chương 1281: Chapter 72: The Femme Fatale

The black-clad cultivator's gaze was vacant, the feverish lust in its depths finally breaking through all pretense of restraint. He stepped toward the woman with a slow, predatory gait, his voice a low, raspy murmur.

"There is no need for such anxiety, fellow Daoist. Allow me to assist you in loosening these... burdens." As the words left his lips, his heavy hands reached out, groping toward the woman's slender waist.

"Fellow Daoist... what is the meaning of this? Stop at once!" Feeling those coarse hands wandering across her skin, the woman's expression shifted instantly. She reached out, her fingers trembling as she tried to push him away, but her entire body was limp and devoid of strength. Her feeble resistance, far from repelling the man, served only to ignite the furnace of desire raging within his chest.

"Heh heh... little beauty, worry not. Once you have seen to my pleasure, I shall certainly see to your rescue." The cultivator cast aside his mask of civility. He pinned her down with ease, his movements frantic as he stripped the garments from her frame in a matter of heartbeats. Beholding her skin—radiant with the pale, lustrous sheen of ivory—he let out a guttural roar. He tore his own clothes away with reckless abandon and lunged onto her body.

The woman's eyes brimmed with tears as she pleaded and sobbed, yet her lamentations only drove the man into a deeper state of frenzy. After a brief, desperate struggle, he finally breached her defenses.

"Ah!" A sensation of slick, suffocating tightness enveloped him, prompting a cry of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. He gripped her willow-thin waist—a waist so delicate it seemed it might snap under his touch—and began to move with violent, rhythmic intensity. The ragged gasps of the man and the low, sobbing moans of the woman intertwined, echoing endlessly within the confines of the stone cavern... [A hundred thousand words of carnal entanglement omitted].

Though she had been fiercely resistant at the start, the woman eventually seemed to succumb to the rhythm of the act. Her movements became fluid and accommodating, her eyes shimmering with a sudden, bewitching charm. Her soft, rhythmic cries acted as a catalyst, pushing the black-clad cultivator toward a peak of exhilaration. Unbeknownst to him, his very lifeblood had begun to boil and churn with unnatural violence.

"Ah!" With a final, triumphant roar, the cultivator's movements reached a blurred velocity. After dozens of frantic thrusts, his body began to shudder uncontrollably.

"You... you are a disciple of the Yin-Yang Joy Sect! You are Ning Wushang!" Suddenly, his eyes were no longer filled with lust, but with a paralyzing, soul-deep horror. He let out a series of wretched screams, his limbs flailing as he tried to scramble off the woman's body. Yet the woman, who but moments ago had been limp and helpless, now possessed the strength of a coiled serpent. Her limbs locked around him in an inescapable embrace, her hips undulating with a wild, manic fervor.

Her face was a mask of extreme, almost divine pleasure as she let out high-pitched, melodic moans.

"Mmm... since you have guessed my name, did you truly think you would leave this place alive? Why not simply savor these final moments of bliss? Cease this futile struggle... ah... mmm..." A short while later, Ning Wushang's lithe waist finally stilled. Drenched in a fine sheen of fragrant sweat and breathing heavily, she lay back against the cold bluestone. The black-clad cultivator, who had been so domineering just moments prior, had been reduced to a ghastly, desiccated husk.

With a casual shove, she sent the shriveled corpse tumbling to the floor. It took a long moment before she lazily stretched her supple frame, a languid, satisfied smile playing upon her lips.

"Hehe... this Trial Realm is truly a marvelous place. In the outside world, where else could I find so many elite disciples from various sects to feast upon? If I can devour just two more before the month is out, I fear I might actually break through to the Late Foundation Establishment stage." As she spoke, Ning Wushang tapped her storage bag, retrieving a fresh set of robes. Once dressed, she used her spiritual power to seize the dried corpse and hurl it into a dark, shadowed corner of the cave.

There, behind a pile of rubble, lay three other identical husks, stacked like cordwood. Having tidied the cavern with practiced ease, she moved with a graceful, lotus-step toward the exit. Glancing at the sound-isolating restriction she had placed at the entrance, a flicker of mockery crossed her face. She waved a hand to dispel it, but in that very instant, her expression hardened.

A look of suspicion and surprise flashed in her eyes as she turned toward a seemingly empty patch of ground to the left of the cave mouth. Covering her mouth, she let out a flirtatious giggle.

"I wonder which fellow Daoist has been hiding here all this time? Why not reveal yourself? Are you perhaps trying to give me a surprise?" Her eyes were full of smiles, and her slender hand rose to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear with unhurried grace. However, her gaze remained locked onto that single point in space, unmoving and sharp as a needle. After a heartbeat of silence, the empty air rippled like the surface of a pond. A figure shrouded in a heavy black robe slowly materialized.

Two sharp, questioning eyes peered from beneath the hood, locking onto Ning Wushang.

"You were actually able to see through my invisibility," a low, gravelly voice vibrated through the air.

"Would you mind telling me how?" Ning Wushang's face lit up with genuine amusement. She found the black-robed man's request quite intriguing. Her eyes darted about as she giggled.

"I could tell you, but you must grant me a favor first. Remove that black robe and let me see what you look like. I am quite curious, you know." The author's narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. The cultivator remained silent, clearly hesitating. Ning Wushang was in no hurry, standing at the cave entrance with a beaming smile, waiting for his answer.

"Fine." After a moment, the figure nodded. He reached up, pulling off the black robe and stowing it in his storage bag. A young man in azure robes with refined, handsome features appeared before her. This black-robed cultivator was, of course, Reyn. Upon seeing Reyn, a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer of joy flashed in Ning Wushang's eyes. Her cherry-red lips parted slightly.

"Oh! What a handsome little Daoist. I shall keep my word and tell you why." Her voice was syrupy and sweet, her eyes brimming with feigned affection as she cast several subtle, flirtatious glances his way. She slowly crouched down, her slender fingers plucking a few withered, yellowed leaves from the ground. A half-smile played on her face. Reyn stared blankly for a second before a look of realization dawned in his eyes. He shook his head with a bitter smile.

He had not expected this woman to be so meticulously observant. He had lurked in shadows for half a day, only for his efforts to be undone by such a trivial detail.

"Hehe, it seems Fellow Daoist has been lingering in my humble sanctuary while wearing an Invisibility Cloak. I cannot help but wonder, what sort of intentions are you harboring?" Ning Wushang spoke, her eyes brimming with a soft, affectionate light. Although her words carried the weight of an interrogation, the tone she used was far from offensive; instead, it was saturated with a flirtatious charm that made it difficult for anyone to feel even a shred of resentment.

Reyn's eyes flickered with a momentary, feigned bewilderment. He played along, his voice smooth as he replied, "You need not overthink it, Fellow Daoist. My Senior Brother was in this vicinity just moments ago. I merely followed the trail of his aura and ended up here by chance; I truly had no other motives." As he finished speaking, he appeared to daze for a second, casting a glance at Ning Wushang before allowing a look of newfound vigilance to surface on his features.

"Since this place is your residence, then my Senior Brother is certainly not here. In that case, I shall bid you farewell." With those words, Reyn turned around, making a clear gesture as if he intended to leave immediately. Seeing this, a flash of genuine urgency crossed Ning Wushang's exquisite eyes. Her willow-like brows furrowed slightly, and a pained, low groan escaped her throat. Suddenly, she clutched her forehead, her body going soft and limp as she began to collapse toward the hard ground.

"Wait, Fellow Daoist, do not leave! My body has been ravaged by the potent toxin of a demon beast, leaving me completely weak and drained of strength. Could you... could you find it in your heart to carry me into the cave and assist me in suppressing these internal injuries?" As she spoke, she adopted an expression of utter fragility and helplessness. Her beautiful eyes were shimmering with a watery mist, creating a sight so pitiful that it would be nearly impossible for any man to refuse her plea.

Reyn's face went momentarily blank, followed quickly by a look of deep hesitation. Observing his uncertainty, a flicker of feigned panic appeared on Ning Wushang's rosy face. She whispered in a low, trembling voice, "When I first detected your presence, I assumed you were a man of ill repute, so I intended to frighten you away. However, after our brief conversation, I am convinced that you are a man of upright character. That is the only reason I have dared to seek your help."

"If you can lend me your aid today, I promise that I will surely find a way to repay this great debt in the future." Reyn let out a soft, weary sigh and shook his head.

"Say no more. Since you have placed such profound trust in me, I cannot simply stand by and watch you suffer without lifting a finger."

"Then I am truly grateful to you, Fellow Daoist." Ning Wushang lowered her head slightly, but deep within the shadows of her gaze, a glint of smug triumph flickered. Reyn moved forward to lift her up. As he felt the soft, supple curves of her delicate body pressed against him, his expression became noticeably stiff and rigid.

"Very well. You may focus on your recovery here. I still have to search for my Senior Brother, so I cannot afford to linger for long." After gently placing Ning Wushang onto a flat bluestone, Reyn's eyes betrayed a hint of burning, suppressed desire. He took several deep breaths in quick succession, his voice sounding dry and strained as he spoke.

"Wait, Fellow Daoist." A deeper, more carefully hidden smugness flashed in the depths of Ning Wushang's eyes. She had always possessed absolute confidence in her own beauty; in her experience, no man could ever truly withstand her allure. She reached out with a feigned, trembling weakness to tug at his sleeve, yet she made no move to retrieve her own storage bag. Instead, she whispered softly, "Could I trouble you to retrieve a Heart-Clearing Detox Pill for me?

My internal spiritual power is completely scattered, and I no longer have the strength required to even open my storage bag." Reyn's entire body seemed to stiffen at her request.

"Fine," he rasped, his voice thick. He reached out toward the woman's slender waist, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously as his breathing became rapid and shallow. Ning Wushang closed her eyes slightly, her heart pounding with a dark, predatory anticipation. Come! Come to me! Come and lose yourself in this pleasure! Such a vibrant and overwhelming life force... it is even more robust than that of an ordinary Golden Core cultivator.

If I can devour him completely, my cultivation will undoubtedly experience a massive surge. It might even grant me the foundation I need to break through to the Golden Core realm within the next three years! Finally, those large, trembling hands came to rest upon her soft waist, stroking the fabric of her robes twice with a noticeable quiver. Ning Wushang's face was suddenly flooded with a deep crimson flush, her expression one of bashful modesty, yet she offered not a single word of protest or resistance.

The hands lingered at her waist for a few heartbeats before, as if finally losing all restraint, they began to slide upward toward the enticing curves of her chest. Ning Wushang could not help but pant softly, her lips parting as she let out a series of low, rhythmic moans. Pfft! But at that very instant, a sharp, lethal streak of Geng-gold sword qi erupted with explosive force from the inconspicuous ring on Reyn's finger! A mist of blood sprayed into the air.

Ning Wushang's eyes snapped wide open, the brilliant light within them fading with terrifying speed. Her gaze was filled with a sense of absolute, soul-shattering disbelief.

"Why...?" Blood welled from her wound like a rising spring, her complexion turning ashen in a heartbeat as she forced the question out through gritted teeth. Reyn remained entirely expressionless. He looked down at the dying woman, his voice cold and detached as he spoke.

"I have always valued my own life above all else. Naturally, I have no desire to follow the path of my 'Senior Brother' and throw my life away for a few fleeting moments of carnal pleasure."

"Daoist Ning Wushang of the Yin-Yang Joy Sect... I wonder, do you understand now exactly why I chose to strike?"