Author: Lotus Heart Mortal
Deep within the Demon Race's territory, where green mountains yearned to turn emerald and the crisp roar of waterfall water striking stone rang out from time to time, Flute Insect, weary of harvesting essence, was wandering aimlessly to ease the gloom in her heart. No matter how much essence she harvested, she still could not break through to the middle Yuan stage. Suddenly, she spotted a peerless spirit herb on the cliff ahead, one she had sought for ages without success. Boundless delight surged within her, and she immediately raced toward it.
Just then, another herb gatherer appeared from the opposite side. Flute Insect halted at once and confronted him. As she looked at him, his brows were like swords, brimming with valiant spirit. His rolling black eyes held the endless depths of a starry sky, and even Flute Insect, who had seen every sort of male beauty, could not help but stare blankly for a moment.
But she quickly returned to normal, giving him not the slightest opening. After all, the path of cultivation was fraught with peril. Her fondness for handsome men and harvesting essence from them was only so she could go farther on the road to immortality. How could she disregard life and death?
Still, such an excellent early Yuan-stage cultivation cauldron—after harvesting his essence, her cultivation would surely advance greatly. Breaking through to the middle Yuan stage was not impossible.
"Haha, little one, you're mine! Haha!"
Flute Insect launched the first attack... As the male cultivator calmly dealt with her, he said disdainfully, "You're only at the early Yuan stage too. Hmph! Who knows who'll capture whom!"... "Heehee... You're the first early Yuan cultivator to speak to me like that. Even among middle Yuan cultivators, there aren't many. You really are