As the crowd gradually dispersed, Stella and her comrades remained behind, determined to trace the residual aura that lingered in the area. Despite their diligent efforts, their search yielded no results.
anwhile, Wang Jian made a conscious decision to stay in the company of Hong ilin, Lady Zhuoran, and Bixi Shuyan. Sensing no imdiate urgency to approach Guan Yin or Elder Hua, he believed that his previous interactions with Guan Yin had sufficiently improved their impression of him. Now, his plan was to discreetly organize future etings with her once they returned to the capital.
Regarding Elder Hua, Wang Jian had his sights set on a visit to the Lotus Blossom Sect. Ard with the three unique skills he had gained by activating his enhanced physique, he held a confident expectation of a fruitful encounter.
In the midst of this mont, Hong ilin, Lady Zhuoran, and Bixi Shuyan found themselves deeply affected by Wang Jian's remarkable abilities. Compounded with the enigmatic nature of their relationship with him, their thoughts revolved around him incessantly.
Hong ilin, in particular, couldn't help but be captivated by Wang Jian's striking handsoness, power, and charisma.
Internally, she experienced a sense of relief, knowing that he had employed a sche to claim her as his own.
In fact, whenever she gazed upon Wang Jian, a spark of desire ignited within her, compelling her to yearn for his attention and affection.
Lady Zhuoran had once harbored a tangle of conflicting emotions toward Wang Jian, and understandably so.
The mories of how he had manipulated and coerced her into an intimate encounter, using her daughter as leverage, had left her with a complex mixture of sentints.
However, in the present circumstances, she found herself strangely relieved that fate had intertwined her life with his.
After all, he was not only a powerful prince within the human empire, but also a man of remarkable handsoness.
Similarly, Bixi Shuyan, following in her mother's footsteps, grappled with a whirlwind of intricate emotions concerning Wang Jian.
The circumstances surrounding their initial encounter, where he had forced her into a life of servitude, leaving her mother as a hostage, had undeniably created a convoluted connection between them.
Yet, to her surprise, a subtle sense of contentnt had started to erge within her. It was difficult for her to deny the allure of his striking appearance and formidable power.
However, Wang Jian made an intriguing choice at this juncture. Instead of showering Hong ilin with his attention, he directed his focus primarily towards Bixi Shuyan and her mother, Lady Zhuoran.
He sensed that Hong ilin's growing desire for him was still not intense enough to satiate his desires. He yearned for sothing more profound—an overwhelming infatuation that would drive her to the brink of madness.
Unbeknownst to Hong ilin, she remained oblivious to the scandalous relationship between Wang Jian and the mother-daughter duo, Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan. All she perceived was their unwavering loyalty and dutiful obedience towards Wang Jian.
Under the impression that this obedience had earned them Wang Jian's favor, she resolved to mimic their behavior and diligently adhere to his commands.
As the day swiftly passed, the sun set on the horizon, giving way to a new dawn.
On the following day, a grand ceremony unfolded, orchestrated by Stella and her comrades of the esteed Butterfly Spirit Race.
The event served as a montous occasion for the Crown Prince Wang Hao and the Second Princess Wang Ying, as they were bestowed with the revered Butterfly Spirit Mark.
srized by the spectacle, Wang Jian keenly observed the proceedings, his eyes fixed upon the mont when the Butterfly Spirit Mark was bestowed.
He discovered that the mark was presented with a tender kiss upon the recipient's hand—a gesture brimming with significance and reverence.
An undeniable anticipation stirred within Wang Jian's heart as he imagined the forthcoming ceremony, where it would be Stella's turn to bestow her lips upon his hand.
Following the conclusion of the ceremony, Wang Hao and Wang Ying's faction bid farewell to the forest, their departure marking the end of their presence there.
Fortuitously, Wang Jian did not have to wait long for his own turn to receive the Butterfly Spirit Mark from Stella, the revered Butterfly Spirit Queen. The next day held the promise of this montous event, brimming with anticipation and significance.
However, with the remainder of the day unoccupied, Wang Jian decided to seek out the company of the church's faithful followers.
A discussion was occurring at this mont on whether they should journey alongside Wang Jian's faction or embark on their own separate path.
As fate would have it, Wang Jian made his entrance, interrupting their deliberations and drawing the attention of the church's followers, including Hong ilin. Their initial surprise softened upon realizing the imnse power that Wang Jian possessed.
Curiosity and intrigue laced Hong ilin's words as she stepped forward to address Wang Jian. "What brings you here, Your Highness? Is there sothing you require?"
A serene smile played upon Wang Jian's lips as he replied in a composed tone, "I have co to extend an invitation to you. Stella ntioned that I may have those dear to present at the ceremony tomorrow."
A hushed gasp rippled through the gathered faithful, their startled expressions mingling with a sense of mounting excitent. The re thought of their revered Saintess attending the hallowed ceremony sent ripples of anticipation through their hearts.
"This offer, Your Highness... You extend it to our Saintess?" Their voices trembled, a blend of surprise and fervor perating the air.
Indeed, the allure of attending the ceremony was heightened by the knowledge that it would bestow small yet tangible benefits upon the participants.
Gratitude welled within Hong ilin as she voiced her appreciation, her voice thick with emotion. "I humbly thank you for this generous offer, Your Highness."
But Wang Jian knew that this effect alone was not enough to solidify his influence over her. It was ti to employ his other skill, the Blissful Touch.
In a sudden gesture, he took hold of Hong ilin's hand and casually remarked, "Stella ntioned that there's a revered dance cherished the entire Butterfly Spirit Race. We are expected to participate in it during the ceremony."
The church's followers, including Hong ilin, raised their eyebrows inquisitively. Curiosity got the better of them, and they asked, "What kind of dance is this? Why wasn't it perford during the ceremony when the Crown Prince and Second Princess received the Butterfly Spirit Mark?"
Wang Jian sneered with disdain, dismissing their questions. "Comparing their ceremony to mine would be an injustice. I shall be bestowed the mark by the illustrious Queen of the Butterfly Spirit Race, unlike them, who received it from ordinary mbers. This ceremony holds trendous significance, and according to Stella, not performing this dance might result in missing out on substantial benefits for our spiritual energy."
His words acted as the final confirmation for the church's followers, sealing their belief in the dance's importance.
"It seems we must seek the guidance of the Butterfly Spirit Race to learn this dance," Hong ilin suggested.
"No need for that. I've already learned it directly from them, and I can teach it to you. Just follow my lead," Wang Jian hurriedly responded, his words laced with deception.
In truth, no such dance existed within the traditions of the Butterfly Spirit Race.
He concocted this excuse to maintain physical contact with Hong ilin, utilizing his increasing Blissful Touch technique to amplify her favorability towards him.
Wang Jian had exercised caution, initially restraining the full strength of his Blissful Touch to avoid arousing suspicion in Hong ilin.
But with each passing mont, he gradually increased the technique's potency, allowing Hong ilin to mistakenly believe that these feelings were genuinely her own.
As for the dance itself, Wang Jian possessed a wealth of knowledge from his previous life in the modern world.
With familiarity in classical, folk, and romantic dances, he seamlessly incorporated elents from these styles, engaging Hong ilin in a captivating and lengthy dance.
The church's followers observed, convinced that this was an esteed tradition of the revered Butterfly Spirit Race.
Wang Jian's sche unfolded with remarkable success, as Hong ilin's heart raced within her chest. Overwheld by a profound sense of joy, she wished fervently for this mont to linger indefinitely.
The intoxicating effect of the Blissful Touch had intensified her favorability for Wang Jian to unprecedented levels.
Putting the efficacy of his technique to the test, Wang Jian began softly whispering instructions to Hong ilin, ensuring that none of the church's followers noticed his discreet gestures.
Initially, the directives were simple, like graceful twirls or playful leaps, drawing them closer in an intimate embrace.
As the monts unfolded, his requests took on an increasingly eccentric nature.
Yet, engrossed in her euphoric state, Hong ilin failed to perceive the peculiarities hidden within the subtle shifts.
It was precisely in this mont that Wang Jian's voice caressed her ear, his words a seductive whisper, "Kiss ."
Enveloped by her euphoria and overwhelming adoration for Wang Jian, Hong ilin's body instinctively responded, heeding his words before her mind could process their implications.
Without the slightest hesitation, and with an undercurrent of anticipation and excitent, she kissed him with unabashed passion.
It was through this intimate act, the power of their kiss, that the effects of Wang Jian's Blissful Touch would have the greatest impact on Hong ilin.
Only one other thod existed to ensure the peak potency of the Blissful Touch on a woman, and that was through sexual intimacy.
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