The Desire Pill within Ye Fan’s body took effect, coupled with the guidance of his Pure Yang Spiritual Energy, pushing his body to the brink of frenzy, and just at that mont, there were four beauties in front of him, instantly stimulating his nerves.
The cold and proud Li Zhaojun, the lofty and unattainable Tantai Wanrong, the icy beauty Min Shang, and the assertive yet understanding Wu Ding — these four won each possessed unique charms. So were leaning against soft bedding, others sitting at the edge of the bed with their legs dangling, or kneeling at the bedside, or seated on the ground, all gazing at him with such beautiful eyes that seed to see through autumn waters, just waiting for his approach.
"What? Are you moved?" A voice without shadow echoed, "Your taste is excellent, these four won are unmatched beauties. Since you also like them, go forth and conquer them in the most straightforward way a man would!"
This voice was filled with great temptation, but Ye Fan still had to guard his mind, because all of this was just an illusion. He kept telling himself that if he sank into it, he would fall into the trap of the shadowless voice and might never escape from this illusionary realm.
"Ye Fan, I want..." In the illusion, Li Zhaojun knelt by the bed, looking up at Ye Fan like a ek kitten, her soft voice ringing out, seductive and soul-stirring.
Ye Fan closed his eyes, but it was of no use. The most realistic aspect of the hallucination was that everything existed in his mind, even with closed eyes, he could perceive the surrounding situation clearly.
"What are you waiting for? Go!" The shadowless voice, seeing no effect, added fuel to the fire, "They are your won. Dominate them, and they will belong to you alone. From then on, you dictate their life and death. If you do not possess them, they will beco soone else’s prey!"
Ye Fan angrily retorted, "I care about them in my heart, but that doesn’t an I want to possess them, because I’ve given my true heart."
"What good is a true heart? If they are not yours, then they belong to others! Don’t you understand this truth? When the creator crafted this world, he set the rules of survival of the fittest; it’s all part of the creator’s design, you just need to follow!" The shadowless voice beca increasingly jarring, causing Ye Fan’s heart to race.
"Little Fan... Have you forgotten Aunt Rong? Aunt Rong is willing to give you everything... Just co and possess Aunt Rong..." Tantai Wanrong, leaning against the soft bedding, turned over and unveiled her clothes, instantly making Ye Fan’s blood boil. He couldn’t resist wanting to imdiately pounce, pin down the noble, aloof, yet assertive Tantai Wanrong, conquering her in the most primitive way.
Yet, Ye Fan still had to endure.
"Ye Fan!" Min Shang, sitting on the bed’s edge with legs dangling, lightly flicked, her undergarnts leaving her body. She laughed brightly, "Am I beautiful?"
The scene was indeed stunning, the pure and innocent Min Shang, who never understood emotions, yet only favored him, even willing to be conquered by him; such a woman deserved his tender love.
"Junior Brother, heh heh... Senior Sister loves being conquered by you the most." Even Wu Ding, kneeling on the ground, spoke with laughter, "Senior Sister never tried being possessed by anyone. You will be my only man, what are you waiting for? Senior Sister is right here, waiting for you to seize!"
"Ye Fan..."
The four won who almost made Ye Fan unable to resist were simultaneously tempting him, he clenched his fists, yet the turmoil within him intensified.
"They do not belong to ; they belong to themselves. They decide with their own hearts whose they truly belong to, not you." The redness in Ye Fan’s eyes seed no longer deepening, initially ready to turn black.
Once Ye Fan’s eyes changed from red to black, he would be trapped forever in this illusion, unable to escape. He could experience spiritual and physical pleasure, living blissfully with the four won in the illusion, who would even help him conquer other won, allowing him endless freedom... But this was not just a re dream, as it was a world crafted by the creator, indistinguishable from reality.
The shadowless voice laughed, "Really? I said, if they don’t belong to you, they belong to soone else!"
Upon the shadowless voice’s conclusion, four n suddenly entered the room, these n appeared sleazy and old. As they entered, they imdiately caught the four won’s attention around the bed.
"Possess ..."
The four won who just showed devotion towards Ye Fan suddenly uttered dreamy voices towards the sleazy old n, who were rubbing their hands and approaching the bed.
"Quick, go up! After you do, they will be yours, not soone else’s, that is the world’s rule." The shadowless voice laughed wildly.
The redness in Ye Fan’s eyes showed signs of deepening again, he wanted to kill those four n directly, but found his Spiritual Energy sealed, in the illusion he was just an ordinary man.
Ye Fan declared, "They won’t like those old n!"
"Oh? Is that the rule you know? In this world, whoever holds survival resources wins won’s favor even if they don’t at first, they eventually will." The shadowless voice boasted, "It’s also the creator’s rule, to compete, let creatures struggle, whether vying for survival resources or contesting for won and the right to procreate, it’s all the creator’s play. Even your admiration for won is rely the harmony between yin and yang, granted by the creator!"
Ye Fan’s body was approaching frenzy, yet amidst frenzy his Spiritual Sense beca clearer.
His will was imnsely firm, amid life-and-death monts he only knew one thing: endure.
"Whatever happens before is not real; you cannot decide their will, whether they favor or others... none of it is up to you. Even the creator cannot alter human hearts." When Ye Fan uttered this, he closed his eyes, while the tumultuous Spiritual Energy gradually converged, eventually transforming into his own origin energy, absorbed by the Tongling Mirror.
The Tongling Mirror’s light suddenly shone in one direction, Ye Fan imdiately struck in that direction, using Pure Yang Spiritual Energy, advancing without hesitation.
The illusion before him shattered instantly, all illusions ceased to exist.
Ye Fan opened his eyes, the red within them vanished, the surroundings remained that desolate wasteland, Li Zhaojun and others were concernedly looking at him.
"Ye Fan?" Li Zhaojun curiously eyed Ye Fan, unsure of what had transpired.
This ti Ye Fan was unhard; instead, the shadowless voice opposite coughed up blood.
In that recent battle of wills, the shadowless being faltered, injured by Ye Fan’s unyielding resolve, the creator losing for the first ti to a spirit within his crafted illusion.
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