Shang Miaoyan looked at the Golden Sun Mark on her chest. Drawing upon her mastery of the Yin Yang Dao, she finally saw through its secrets.
"Is this… a Demon-Planting Mark you created with the Yang Emperor Heart Scripture?"
Her full, red lips curled into a smile, as if she were suppressing so kind of joy.
"Pei Yuhang, as a Righteous Sword Immortal, don't you despise the underhanded thods of Yin Yang Dao Cultivators like myself? So why have you gone and cultivated this sa underhanded Demon-Planting Mark to use against ?"
"Why don't you join my Yin Yang Sacred Land, Pei Sword Immortal? Then I can be the Saintess, you can be the Saint Son, and we can beco Dao Companions. It would be a celebrated tale for the Cultivation Realm."
Faced with Shang Miaoyan's mockery, Pei Yuhang simply assud she had fallen into his trap and was now struggling helplessly with re words.
"Shang Miaoyan, back in the Saintess Hall, when you first used the Demon-Planting Mark to force into submission, did you ever think you'd fall for the sa trick?"
"Of course I have~ Sotis, Miaoyan wants Xiaohan to be the master, with playing the part of the threatened, innocent maiden. But you never like to take the initiative, so naturally, I'm always the one who has to be the wicked master and force herself on my queen, Xiaohan."
Pei Yuhang's face turned ashen upon hearing this. He was so angered by Shang Miaoyan's refusal to drop her hooligan act, even at a ti like this, that he let out a bitter laugh.
"You unrepentant villainess!"
"Now, kneel for !"
Shang Miaoyan blinked, then knelt with a placid smile.
"Is Master Xiaohan going to punish this humble servant now?"
She licked the tip of her tongue, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation for what would happen next.
Shang Miaoyan was now kneeling on the floor, her body leaning slightly forward. The Red Lotus Cheongsam, tightly wrapped around the graceful curves of her waist, further accentuated her sensuous and bewitching allure.
The thought that this peerlessly beautiful woman was now at his rcy would likely stir wicked thoughts in even the most righteous of n, making them want to possess her for themselves.
But Pei Yuhang, having lived under the shadow of this Female Demon for years, was immune to such charms. He looked at Shang Miaoyan, who seed to have surrendered to him, yet he still felt no sense of security. He said coldly:
"From now on, shut your mouth!"
Shang Miaoyan pressed her lips together and made a zipping motion over them with her fingers, indicating that she would not speak.
But when Pei Yuhang saw this, his pupils shrank. In his disbelief, he even took two steps back subconsciously.
"Wrong… Your hands can still move freely. You were never affected by my Demon-Planting Mark at all!"
"You're tricking for your own amusent?!"
Seeing her lie exposed, a look of disappointnt flashed through Shang Miaoyan's eyes.
"Xiaohan, why do you have to be so clever? Wouldn't it be better to play dumb for a little while? I wanted to see what you would do to once I couldn't move."
She slowly rose to her feet, her gaze fixed on the spot between Pei Yuhang's eyebrows.
There, the Golden Sun Seal covering the Mandala Flower Rune began to dim. It seed that the temporary Demon-Planting Mark Pei Yuhang had forged could not contend with the Yin Yang Sacred Land's Demon Pattern, which had been rooted in him for decades, and was about to fail.
The tables had turned once again.
Pei Yuhang sensed that things were dire. His last-ditch trump card had been easily neutralized by this Female Demon. He turned to retreat. If he waited until the Golden Sun Seal above his head completely dissipated, he would have no chance of contending with Shang Miaoyan.
However, this was Shang Miaoyan's room. A snare had long been laid, and from the mont Pei Yuhang set foot inside, he was fated to be "devoured."
WHOOSH—
The rose petals he had assud were re decorations all floated into the air, coalescing in midair into countless intertwining red silks that ford a spiderweb, blocking all of Pei Yuhang's escape routes.
Pei Yuhang gritted his teeth, spun around, and raised his sword to strike at Shang Miaoyan in a final struggle.
But the sword he swung grew slower and slower, until its blade stopped completely, motionless before Shang Miaoyan.
Ti had not stopped. Pei Yuhang was simply paralyzed again.
Shang Miaoyan gently flicked aside the Silent Sword, branding a Lotus Seal upon its blade to prevent the restless Little Sword Spirit within from disturbing the "beautiful" mont she was about to share with Xiaohan.
"Damn you—! If you have any guts, release the Demon-Planting Mark!"
Pei Yuhang struggled desperately but couldn't lift a single finger.
A pair of slender hands gently cupped his face. The cool, smooth, jade-like pads of her fingers caressed his cheeks.
"Shang Miaoyan, how did you break my Golden Sun Seal!"
Seeing the rising flas of desire in the beautiful woman's eyes, Pei Yuhang knew he was dood. Right now, he just wanted to know where he had failed. He believed that if he could just refine his strategy, sooner or later, there would co a day when he'd make this debauched Female Demon pay the price!
"Break it? Heh heh, I never broke it."
After speaking, Shang Miaoyan tore off the Golden Sun Seal from her chest, along with the delicate skin around it… No, that wasn't skin. It was a lotus petal.
Pei Yuhang ca to a sudden realization. Shang Miaoyan's entire body was covered by a layer of fake skin made from lotus petals.
'This Demoness… is actually so cautious!'
"Xiaohan, as the Saintess of the Yin Yang Sacred Land, I'm intimately familiar with parasitic curses and Demon Seals. These kinds of Curse Techniques often require skin contact, and there are countless such techniques in the Yin Yang Sacred Land…
My position as Saintess isn't actually a stable one. Countless people want dead, so I've prepared all sorts of defensive asures for myself."
"I just never expected that one day, they would happen to block your curse. It seems the Celestial Dao is still looking out for , not wanting you to leave my side."
Shang Miaoyan lifted Pei Yuhang's face, speaking to him with infatuation in her eyes.
Pei Yuhang simply replied in a cold voice:
"You're telling about this secret trump card. Aren't you afraid I'll spread the word?"
"You won't spread the word."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because you don't want to die."
Hearing this, Pei Yuhang burst out laughing as if he had just heard the world's greatest joke.
Shang Miaoyan waited quietly for him to finish laughing before she spoke. "A mont ago, if you had wanted to kill , you could have done it easily. I was stunned when you briefly broke free from my Demon-Planting Mark's control. An opening like that was enough for a top-tier Sword Cultivator like yourself to kill ten tis over.
But you didn't draw your sword. Instead, you put it down and chose to place a Curse Seal on . You don't want to kill ."
Shang Miaoyan's voice was as gentle as water, flowing slowly into Pei Yuhang's ears.
"Ridiculous. I was just afraid that if a One Sect Saintess like you died here, it would provoke a war between our two sects and endanger my Dao Companion and disciple!
Don't flatter yourself!"
Pei Yuhang's voice was still ice-cold, but it couldn't extinguish the warmth in Shang Miaoyan's eyes.
"I don't care. All I know is that you just don't want to die."
With that, Shang Miaoyan leaned in and kissed him, silencing all of Pei Yuhang's furious rebukes.
In the room, now sowhat dilapidated after a clash between Divinity Transformation experts, the faint sound of clothes being torn and thrown aside began to be heard.
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