The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 937 - 515: Whipping

She exclaid in surprise, "That child is afflicted with an evil aura?" Huangfuming seed very healthy, and furthermore, an evil aura that could cling to a cultivator is no simple matter. Cultivators are not easily affected by ordinary evil entities or evil techniques.

Changtian shook his head and said, "It’s not that he’s afflicted with an evil aura; it’s sothing born within him, brought from the womb, which is why I advised you to stay away from him. If I’m not mistaken, that Mirror Sea King is not a simple character either. The general history of the continent that that boy Yan gave , its latest record dates back two hundred years. Back then, there was no Mirror Sea King in the Mirror Sea area, so he must have risen to power within these two hundred years. For a mortal family to achieve such status, it could be deed a miracle."

"However, I never believe in miracles," Changtian said flatly, "There must be sothing strange behind this. If you wish to explore, you might as well wait until I co out. With by your side, there’s no place in this world that you cannot go."

"Got it." She pondered thoughtfully.

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Jiu Mo strolled among the woods. This trail tread by wild beasts, lush with greenery, echoed with the cries of apes and the chirping of birds, was rarely frequented by anyone and was her favorite path during her tenure as Sect Leader.

In the early spring of March, tens of thousands of peach blossoms bloom simultaneously in this valley, nearly dyeing the clouds in the sky a frivolous pink. She rembers, the last ti she saw this sea of flowers in the Wild Valley, it was when she wielded great power, with attendants in groups, yet in less than a year, everything has changed dramatically. She, once the sect leader surrounded by followers, has beco a prisoner and subordinate of others. Even though Ning Xiaoxian is kind to subordinates, which demon bird doesn’t yearn for freedom?

Last night’s storm of blood and carnage, she even personally blew up the heads of several demons, two of whom were her forr subordinates. Seeing the disbelief in their eyes, Jiu Mo wasn’t sure what she felt inside. However, it was Changtian’s request for her to quell the situation, and under the influence of the Blood Oath, she was not in control of herself.

The early spring weather was chilly, yet there was a surge of violent anger swirling within her chest, seemingly ready to explode, with irritability, self-pity, sorrow, resentnt, and fury washing over her ntal state, making her want to wield a whip and smash these peach blossoms all over the mountains and fields! Why can they still revel in the spring breeze while she has to endure this heart-wrenching pain?

A sudden unusual sound erged from the woods ahead.

This hidden valley had already been discovered by others. She scoffed at herself and walked forward but soon stopped.

On the soft grass, two bodies with half-shed clothes were entwined together. Jiu Mo raised an eyebrow, just realizing it was already springti, and most demons would naturally be more passionate this season.

The two on the ground teased each other for a while, the man readying to mount his gun, while the banshee was half-closing her eyes, waiting for pleasure. Unexpectedly, she saw Jiu Mo standing behind the bushes over the man’s shoulder and couldn’t help but scream out loud.

The scream startled the man as well, causing him to jump and turn around. Seeing there was an audience outside, he couldn’t help but shudder. Even the boldest demons aren’t comfortable with being observed at such tis. If it were soone else, he might have cursed them away. But recognizing the person before him, he felt his scalp tingle. Poison Phoenix’s na wasn’t just for show.

She pursed her lips impatiently, "Aren’t you going to get lost?"

The two hurriedly covered up their clothes and were about to leave when Jiu Mo recognized the male demon as one of the Hidden Guards. Seeing his handso face and well-built physique, she couldn’t help but lick her lips and said, "You stay." She was currently filled with suppressed anger and didn’t mind venting on a robust man.

The man knew the forr Sect Leader had a fickle temper and, thinking he couldn’t beat her, whispered, "What do you wish of , Lord Jiu Mo?"

Seeing the banshee’s silhouette had vanished into the woods, Jiu Mo walked over, lightly brushing her hand through his open shirt with a coquettish laugh, "Do you bla for ruining your fun?"

The man was montarily stunned, only feeling her delicate hand slither in like a snake, heating his desires involuntarily. Suddenly recalling Jiu Mo’s past with nurous lovers during her ti as Sect Leader, he secretly pondered if this was a romantic encounter? He couldn’t help but swallow and tentatively reached out to touch her shoulder.

This guy is quite on point. Jiu Mo relaxed her body, waiting for him to embrace her, unaware that the man glanced behind her, suddenly freezing, then lowered his head, stepped back, and dared not make another move.