Chapter 35: Many Thanks for Breaking the Barrier
This kind of restriction would stir up illusions at the mont when a person’s desires were at their strongest.
If one truly sank completely into it, they would beco nothing more than a walking corpse.
...Now was not yet the ti.
Taking advantage of the mont when Zhang Su’s mind had completely lost control, Fang Chang struck the center of her chest with a calming spell known as the ‘Heartless Mantra’.
This mantra was a technique of the Desire Path.
It was similar to forced composure.
In the ga, its effect was to apply a minor burning debuff while removing most ntal debuffs.
It carried a feeling of breaking delusion through pain, of awakening the mind through shock.
In the current situation, it was extrely suitable for use on Zhang Su.
Unlike players who had no qualms about mixing paths, the native NPCs held extrely rigid sectarian views. Once they cultivated one path, they would generally disdain all others.
It was not that the Guanyin Path lacked calming techniques.
It was simply that they were far less forceful than the Heartless Mantra.
At this mont, as the Heartless Mantra took effect—
The branded spell mark was imprinted upon Zhang Su’s chest, rising and falling along with those two soft, jade-like mounds.
Zhang Su let out a pained moan, and so of the confusion in her eyes dissipated.
But only a little.
She still tilted her head back, exposing her slender white neck as she sought a kiss, her lips slightly parted, her small tongue slipping out like a slick serpent.
Her entire being remained shrouded in a hazy pink of desire.
Fang Chang knew it would not be so simple.
He rolled up his sleeves, ford a hand seal, and then delivered a heavy slap across Zhang Su’s face.
“Pa——”
The burning imprint of the spell seared into her pale cheek.
Her skin first blanched, then flushed red.
Zhang Su’s head tilted to the side.
That gentle, Guanyin-like face lifted blankly.
“Isn’t... this... a kiss?”
“Be good, this is a kiss.”
Fang Chang smiled, raising his hand.
The second strike followed imdiately.
This one landed on her waist. Her waist was slender—under a single strike, one could almost feel both its softness and resilience.
Zhang Su’s body softened, nearly collapsing to her knees. The inner garnt fluttered from the force, revealing a section of smooth, pale waist.
“Fang benefactor... you...”
Her voice carried a sobbing tone.
Her face flushed even deeper, her eyes shimring with moisture—whether from pain or sothing else, it was unclear.
The third strike.
Fang Chang’s palm landed lower on her back, upon the full, rounded curve of her buttocks.
As the palm passed, the fabric clung tightly to her skin, outlining its plump and rounded shape.
With the strike—
That spot first sank inward, then gently rebounded, causing her entire body to tilt forward.
Zhang Su trembled violently, a whimper escaping her throat as she staggered forward.
She knelt before him, breathing rapidly.
Her inner garnt was disheveled, the collar wide open, faintly revealing the rising and falling curves beneath her collarbone, trembling with each breath.
“Still not awake?”
Fang Chang’s voice was low.
Zhang Su raised her head, her eyes misty, lips trembling.
Her gaze slowly slid from his face to his palm, then back again—her expression seeming to anticipate the next strike.
“......”
The fourth strike landed on the outer side of her thigh.
That area was soft and full; as the palm struck, the flesh rippled outward like waves.
Zhang Su let out a muffled cry, her legs involuntarily pressing together.
The hem of her garnt lifted with the motion, revealing part of her smooth calf.
And beneath the skirt, a small damp patch spread.
Like holy water, tinged faintly with the color of dusk.
She finally lifted her head, her face flushed frighteningly red, her eyes still shimring with moisture—but now there was a trace of clarity.
“I... I... this poor nun...”
Every place that had been struck burned, heat seeping through the fabric, leaving her entire body weak and softened.
“Fang benefactor...”
Her voice was hoarse, trembling with sobs. “Please... continue...”
Fang Chang knew it was about enough.
At this mont, he could not stop.
The fifth strike, the sixth, the seventh, the eighth...
For a ti—
The sounds of repeated slaps and the suppressed cries of the senior nun rose and fell within the inn’s back courtyard.
The trailing ends of her cries were long, carrying sobs, yet also a trembling sense of release.
And as Zhang Su beca increasingly clear-minded—
The Golden Roc Inn began to collapse, crumbling like a sand sculpture on the shore.
...
Not long after.
Zhang Su sat collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling intensely.
The haze in her eyes had completely dissipated.
She lowered her head to look at herself.
Her clothes were in disarray, barely covering her body.
Red marks burned across her skin—on her shoulders, waist, lower back, thighs, lower abdon—each spot where the strikes had landed, all radiating heat.
She raised her hand, trying to gather her clothes, but her fingers trembled.
“Fang benefactor...”
The flush on Zhang Su’s face had yet to fade.
Her voice was hoarse. She wanted to say sothing, but ultimately did not dare look at Fang Chang, her hands trembling as she pressed them together in a prayer gesture.
“Many thanks... for breaking the barrier.”
“Please... do not speak of what happened here...”
Fang Chang tactfully turned his back.
“Understood.”
...
...
Beyond the restriction, the corridor suddenly opened up.
Fang Chang and Zhang Su’s figures turned into points of light before re-forming.
You Yuan, who had been waiting there, ca back to her senses and quickly stepped forward.
She glanced at Zhang Su.
This senior nun had already put on a veil, covering her cheeks.
Faintly, it seed the tips of her ears were red, her gaze slightly disordered—she must not have had an easy ti in that illusion.
“How long did it take?”
Fang Chang asked.
You Yuan replied, “Only about a dozen breaths.”
Fang Chang nodded. “Not bad, we made good ti.”
The atmosphere grew sowhat awkward.
Zhao Yuntong was in the small black room, and the three of them were not particularly familiar with one another. As they continued forward, there was little to say.
They traveled in silence for a while.
They smoothly rged into a more obscure route.
Along the way, they found many secret rooms that had clearly been searched.
But the treasures within had not been taken.
With the Black Tortoise Square Cauldron’s nearly limitless storage, Fang Chang accepted everything with a smile.
Along the road, they saw many traces of battle.
There were massive humanoid corpses burned down to remnants, earth crocodiles with pierced limbs still crawling, and fragnts of charred evil souls...
All of them carried a dense yang aura of Great Sun True Fire—it was clearly Luo Yi’s Pure Yang Path thods.
Fang Chang could not help but feel admiration.
From the traces of the battlefield, Luo Yi’s victory had been extrely smooth.
This man truly deserved his title as the youngest Dao Child of the Pure Yang Palace. In terms of talent and combat capability, few among the younger generation could rival him.
Even more rare—
After undergoing great changes, he did not place much importance on external possessions. He was a rare, bold and open-hearted figure.
After traveling a bit further—
They soon saw Luo Yi and Dai Bojun waiting by the roadside.
Luo Yi’s spirits lifted as he strode forward, the previous fatigue gone, replaced with excitent.
Half his body was stained with blood, yet his bearing was like a rainbow—completely unimpeded. As he approached, he even made a motion to kneel.
Fang Chang quickly caught him.
“The Vermilion Beauty Blood Lotus Jade Bone Root—did you get it?”
“Got it!”
Luo Yi nodded vigorously. “Brother Fang, great kindness needs no thanks. If there’s anything you need from in the future, just say the word!”
“There is indeed one matter I’d like Brother Luo’s help with.”
Fang Chang cupped his hands, pointing toward the silent Zhang Su behind him. “Up ahead, we’ll soon rge into another main route. I ask that Brother Luo help this Senior Nun Zhang Su rescue her niece.”
“Oh?”
Luo Yi glanced at Zhang Su, then at Fang Chang, as if understanding sothing.
He hesitated. “Brother Fang, you won’t act personally?”
Fang Chang shook his head. “I am rely a Qi Absorption cultivator with no influence over the overall situation.”
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