The nature of snakes is inherently lustful, especially the Yang-aligned Red Striped Snake. Within its body lies not only a venom sac but also a lust sac, specifically used to seduce female snakes.
Ordinarily, a Red Striped Snake rarely grows longer than half a zhang, and its lust sac is only about the size of a longan fruit, making its effect quite mild.
But the Red Striped Snake King, who had cultivated beside the Zhu Fruit for countless years, was a completely different case.
Breathing and refining amidst such thick pure Yang energy, its body was not only gigantic, but the Yang energy within was fierce and domineering—probably unique in the world.
Just a little contact would cause all male creatures’ blood to rush wildly; what’s more, Ling Xiaodong had been drenched in half a bag of it.
At this moment, Ling Xiaodong’s desires surged like a raging sea; his rationality receded like a tide, and hot blood rushed swiftly through his veins. His gaze toward Yue Yingying was filled with boundless lust.
He let out a beast-like low growl and suddenly pounced, pinning Yue Yingying down onto the ground.
He no longer cared about her identity—he only wanted to vent the infinite desire burning within him on her body.
At this moment, Ling Xiaodong’s rationality was as simple as a child’s, only knowing how to respond with the most primal instincts. And the most natural human action was to breastfeed like an infant.
Yue Yingying, who fell to the ground, was startled by Ling Xiaodong’s sudden attack and had no time to react. The infantile sucking caused her neck to tremble with a shiver.
“Sleep!”
In a panic, Yue Yingying, pinned beneath Ling Xiaodong, stretched out a slender white jade-like finger and pressed it against his head.
As soon as she spoke, the spell took effect.
Ling Xiaodong, who was still wildly agitated, suddenly felt his hands weaken on the ground, and he collapsed entirely onto Yue Yingying.
Struggling, Yue Yingying pushed away the heavy weight on her body and clumsily stood up. Looking at Ling Xiaodong lying on the ground, she gritted her teeth and fiercely kicked him twice with her jade-like feet.
“Traitor! I told you to get a venom sac, and you manage to cause this kind of trouble.”
Rubbing her chest, the places Ling Xiaodong had sucked were swollen and red—a most embarrassing spot. It made her want to tear him apart a thousand times over.
She completely forgot that she was the one who had stirred up all this trouble in the first place.
Ling Xiaodong lay on his back, his entire body tinged with red and purple bruises. Although he was unconscious, pained groans still escaped his lips.
Although Yue Yingying usually lacked conscience, she was still very concerned about her disciple’s safety.
She squatted beside the unconscious Ling Xiaodong, worry etched on her face at his painful expression.
Could he be necrotizing? What if he’s crippled from now on? What would Xiao Yan think if he resented me?
Her mind was a complete mess. She had no experience dealing with this kind of situation. While she was undoubtedly a prodigy in Daoist magic, she was clueless about anything else.
She bit her lip lightly. The overly dramatic plots she had seen before flickered in her mind.
She imagined Ling Xiaodong crippled and falling into despair, Xiao Yan looking down on him and leaving, and then her disciple unable to bear the blow and taking his own life.
In that case, Yue Yingying would be the murderer! Sigh, I should have stuck to looking for Xuan Yang Grass instead of going after Zhu Fruit.
With her powerful imagination and spiraling thoughts, she nearly saw Ling Xiaodong’s hopeless jump off a cliff, and she was filled with regret.
She would have to fix the mess she caused herself. Yue Yingying’s mind raced back to the almost-worn-out 《Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Great Music Manual》, her only source of guidance.
The book seemed to say that one could use their hands…
Hesitant but urged on by Ling Xiaodong’s pained moans, she bit her teeth and steeled her heart, closing her eyes and reaching out to search his body.
No one knew how much time passed.
Ling Xiaodong slowly opened his eyes. Above him hung a ceiling full of stalactites inside a cavern.
Only now did he realize he was lying on the ground.
He felt clear-headed, as if a thick cloth had been laid over him.
He propped himself up and found that what covered him was a snake skin.
How did I fall asleep? Where is Master?
Ling Xiaodong turned his head to look around for Yue Yingying’s figure.
Finally, he spotted his master in a white dress kneeling by the underground river, her hands submerged in the water as she scrubbed vigorously.
While washing, she muttered curses under her breath, though the words were indistinct.
Her form-fitting white dress clung to her narrow shoulders and slender waist, accentuating her curves in the small waist area. The dress appeared a bit tight, and her delicate, adorable pink bare feet bore considerable strain.
Ling Xiaodong looked at his master’s back, feeling no trace of impure thoughts, only a profound peace and harmony with the Dao, like a sage.
This surprised him—when did I learn to achieve the Supreme Emotionlessness?
Yue Yingying finished washing and returned to Ling Xiaodong’s side, noticing he was awake. Her eyes carried a silent grievance that made Ling Xiaodong slightly uneasy.
“Master, how did I fall asleep?”
“You!”
Yue Yingying wanted to say something but suddenly blushed furiously, stammering and unable to form words.
“You were too tired, worrying too much about Xiao Yan, so you fell asleep without realizing it.”
Finally, Yue Yingying found a reasonable explanation.
“Is that so?”
Ling Xiaodong stood up and wrapped the snake skin around his waist like an apron.
“Since we’ve rested, we shouldn’t delay. Let’s hurry to the next location.”
Yue Yingying snapped irritably, “You rested, but I’m exhausted!”
Ling Xiaodong paused, then suddenly understood.
That’s right! The Ten Thousand Great Mountains were extra perilous. When I was sound asleep, Master must have been standing guard without closing her eyes!
Moved, he looked gratefully at Yue Yingying, surprised by how hard she had worked.
“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s disgusting!”
Yue Yingying, flustered by Ling Xiaodong’s gaze, grabbed her opposite shoulder, turning sideways as if to hide her thoughts.
I hope he didn’t realize anything.
Though this was an emergency, Master helping her disciple like this was truly shocking.
“Nothing. Master, get some rest. I’ll keep watch for you.”
“Well, that’s more like it. I’ve been worried about you all along, my arm is sore.”
“Huh?”
Ling Xiaodong didn’t understand what she meant.
Yue Yingying snapped angrily, “Nothing!”
Because the stones on the ground were hard and uncomfortable to lie on, Ling Xiaodong let Yue Yingying rest her head on his lap.
She was indeed tired, and the intense visual and tactile stimulation had overwhelmed her. As soon as her eyes closed, she fell into a deep sleep.
The white dress formed by her spell disappeared the moment she slept.
However, to Ling Xiaodong’s disappointment, beneath the white dress was still the wrapped Red Striped Snake skin, covering her flawless immortal body.
The night passed quietly.
The next day, they emerged from the cave with the sun already high in the sky.
While Yue Yingying slept, Ling Xiaodong fashioned two pairs of snake skin boots and sharpened the long fangs into daggers, which he hung at his waist.
The two pressed deeper into the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, heading toward their second target.
By the morning of the third day, they approached the area with the densest Yang energy.
“Wait!”
Ling Xiaodong suddenly stopped, raising a hand to signal caution.
Yue Yingying, who was walking behind with her head down, accidentally bumped into his back.
“Ouch!” she rubbed her forehead, complaining, “What now?”
“There’s someone ahead!”