“Disciple Li Muqun, I pay respects to Master!”
“Come in.”
“Yes.”
Li Muqun pushed the door open and stepped inside, his heart a mix of excitement and anxiety.
Excitement that he had finally weathered the storm and was stepping onto the right path of cultivation.
Anxiety because he couldn’t quite tell whether Luozhilan’s change of attitude was a momentary impulse or genuine remorse.
Enough—hesitation leads to defeat!
He would take it one step at a time.
As he crossed the threshold into the Daoist Temple, a pink mist suddenly brushed against his face.
Caught off guard, Li Muqun took a deep breath of the pink vapor.
It was choking!
His nasal passages immediately began to twitch violently, and he started coughing uncontrollably where he stood.
What kind of scent was this? It wasn’t sweet, sour, bitter, or spicy, nor could it be called fragrant or foul.
Yet as it flooded his nose, it brought an indescribable discomfort that made him want to cough incessantly.
Just last time, it was such a refreshing Pill Fragrance.
Seeing the room filled with this mist, Li Muqun felt his breathing growing labored.
Instinctively, before his mind could react, he tried to back out of the Daoist Temple, craving a few breaths of fresh air.
At that moment, Luozhilan’s cold and indifferent voice sounded beside his ear: “Disciple, come closer.”
“Yes.”
Li Muqun dared not disobey Luozhilan’s order.
He sealed his nose with a thread of Spiritual Power and took slow steps deeper into the temple.
Inside, the space was divided by a sheer veil into two sections.
Beyond the veil, Luozhilan’s voluptuous figure sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, her aura cold and aloof, seemingly detached from the world.
On this side of the veil, Li Muqun wrinkled his nose in embarrassment, bowing respectfully to Luozhilan.
The reason was simple: the pink mist thickened with every step he took inside.
Even with his nose sealed by Spiritual Power, it seeped in through his ears, mouth, and skin, penetrating his body.
Something about it felt off.
He eyed the swirling pink fog dancing around him; its tender rosy hue somehow exuded an indescribable allure.
Unease grew stronger, and he couldn’t help but ask:
“Master, this mist is…”
Before he could finish, Luozhilan interrupted, “Where is Luo Dan’er?”
“She is, as per Master’s instructions, guarding outside the Daoist Temple.”
Li Muqun answered respectfully.
“Very well.” Luozhilan nodded approvingly from beyond the veil. “Today I have summoned you specially. Do you know why?”
“This disciple is ignorant and unaware. Please instruct me, Master.” Li Muqun replied, but the moment he spoke, more of the pink mist surged inside him.
The growing unease made him want to flee immediately, but Luozhilan sat there unmoved, seemingly oblivious to the mist.
He couldn’t just cause a scene and interrupt this solemn meeting between Master and disciple.
So Li Muqun forced himself to simultaneously summon his Spiritual Power to resist the mist while listening intently to Luozhilan.
Luozhilan shifted her posture, crossing her full legs, her rounded hips like a soft cushion supporting her entire body.
She spoke:
“When I saw you refine the Fox Demon fragment that day, your cultivation rose greatly, but your Spiritual Power was slightly polluted. It may not be apparent now, but if you ascend to the Purple Mansion Stage in the future, this will be a hidden calamity.”
“My cultivation is shallow and my vision narrow—I never thought such a risk existed.”
At the mention of his future path, Li Muqun’s anxiety deepened. He no longer cared about the mist’s effects and exclaimed in shock:
“Please, Master, save me!”
“Of course.” Luozhilan waved her jade hand, and a pill about half the size of a fist flew from beyond the veil, landing steadily in Li Muqun’s palm.
What was this?
“This pill is called the Obstruction-Clearing Calamity-Breaking Pill. It was refined from the Essence of the Nine Heavens, Pure Water of the world, and Samadhi True Fire. Taking it cleanses impurities, removes obstacles, and breaks calamities.”
“Combine it with the Vitality Qi filling this room, and absorb it fully. You will eliminate the hidden danger and have a worry-free Dao.”
Obstruction-Clearing Calamity-Breaking Pill? Vitality Qi?
It didn’t quite seem like it.
But Luozhilan spoke with absolute certainty—she was a Golden Core Cultivator and wouldn’t be mistaken.
Li Muqun forced down his doubts and said solemnly, “Disciple thanks Master deeply. I will train diligently to ascend quickly and repay your great kindness with all my efforts!”
“Enough with the flattery. Take the pill and begin your cultivation.”
Li Muqun nodded, raising the pill to his lips.
It was perfectly round and smooth, a deep purple with an oddly shaped heart carved on its surface. Touching it gave an inexplicable urge to swallow.
We are all from reputable orthodox paths, this should be… safe.
He steeled himself and swallowed the pill.
The moment it entered, a cold energy rushed down his throat.
He tried to channel Spiritual Power to spread it throughout his limbs, but before he could react, the energy surged straight to his brain.
“Hmm~.”
His brain felt struck by something, and his consciousness suddenly grew hazy.
His body grew heavy and lethargic, his mind losing all interest in any thought. Only a faint, instinctual awareness kept him upright.
In his sea of consciousness, a voice seemed to call loudly, but it was blocked layer upon layer, growing more and more indistinct.
He couldn’t resist the chaos overtaking his mind.
After a moment, he stood blankly, eyes vacant, like a soulless puppet.
“It worked!”
From beyond the veil, Luozhilan jumped up joyfully and parted the thin fabric.
If Li Muqun’s consciousness could see her now, he would be shocked to the point of dropping his teeth.
This icy, aloof fairy who always scorned men and looked down on the world now wore only a gossamer veil like cicada wings.
Her jade-like skin radiated a dazzling light, and her voluptuous figure looked like it might drip with moisture.
Her face flushed red, eyes sparkling with excitement as she leaned close to the stunned Li Muqun, her delicate nose sniffing him all over with a look of utter delight.
Yes, that’s the scent. Exactly that scent.
Freshly brewed, original and pure. Truly irresistible—not comparable to any undergarment.
No, wait—the undergarments are nice too, each with their own merits; no need to argue.
Anyway, soon they could enjoy it all together.
She pressed her face deeply against Li Muqun’s chest and took a long, satisfied sniff, emitting a low musical hum (forbidden tones—those who know, know).
Such pleasure was well deserved after the effort she put into refining the Heavenly Demon Heart-Devouring Great Pill and summoning the Jade Sea Proliferating Mist.
The Hypnotic Grand Array of the Western Sect was truly brilliant!
A faint smile curved on her lips as her fingers gently stroked Li Muqun’s skin.
“Now, let’s get down to business.”