Amrita, Polite Child! (Seeking Reads! Seeking Monthly Votes!)

This woman was supremely beautiful and excellent.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, and her jet-black hair, like a waterfall, cascaded down to her waist.

Her skin wasn't snow-white, but rather a deep hue, exuding an endless allure like a sorceress.

Her waist was as slender as a willow, and a golden-red long dress clung to it, sensually draping over her hips and swaying gently. Her face was so beautiful, her figure so sexy, yet her eyes were like those of an innocent child, pleading for protection.

Gulp Gulp!!!

At this moment, the hundreds of thousands of Asuras rushing towards the Amrita stopped abruptly.

Their minds went blank, frozen in place as if under a paralysis spell. Their eyes stared blankly at the woman, their throats bobbing as they couldn't help but swallow.

I want her so much!

I want to protect her!

The hearts of many Asuras burned.

"A perfect Maya form! Flawless!"

"She is..."

Brahma's four heads moved in unison, all turning their heads. His eight eyes widened, not blinking, staring intently at the beautiful figure. His ruddy face couldn't help but turn even redder.

Mahadeva Shiva also found himself unable to extricate himself, becoming immersed in Vishnu's beautiful incarnation.

"Mohini!"

"Her name is Mohini!"

Mahadeva Shiva's eyes seemed to hold only this beautiful figure, his gaze appearing to spew flames.

Upon seeing this figure, all the heavenly gods also froze in place, flames igniting within their hearts.

"!!!"

Indra glanced at the stunned gods beside him, and as if realizing something, immediately lowered his head.

Could it be Mohini!

The legendary feminine incarnation of Vishnu, the most beautiful in the world!

As Vishnu's incarnation, this woman possessed the most beautiful illusion in the world, and even Shiva couldn't withstand Mohini's beauty.

Indra lowered his head and took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Hm?"

"Why is the Power of Arduous Cultivation increasing so quickly!"

Suddenly, Indra noticed the Power of Arduous Cultivation within him growing rapidly, like clusters of flames rising upwards.

Refusing temptation also increases the Power of Arduous Cultivation?!

Indra was slightly taken aback.

Whoosh!

Simhika rushed into the Asura army and quickly arrived beside Rahu and Vipralambha.

"Child, I've got the Amrita, let's drink it quickly!"

Simhika, overjoyed, held the pot of Amrita and quickly approached Rahu.

Bang!

Rahu raised his hand, but instead of taking the pot of Amrita, he pushed Simhika away. Simhika stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

"Get out of the way, you're blocking me!"

Rahu snorted displeasedly, not turning his head, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

Simhika furrowed her brows, looking at her son with surprise and unease, realizing something was wrong.

She scanned her surroundings and saw that all the Asuras around her were frozen in place. Her heart tightened, and she quickly looked at her husband, Vipralambha.

"Husband, what's wrong with you all!"

Simhika hurried towards Vipralambha, grabbing his arm to shake him. But just as she was about to get close, she suddenly felt something hard bump against her waist.

"Hm?"

Simhika looked down and couldn't help but cover her mouth.

So big!

The Lingam is like a Vajra scepter!

"Husband!"

Simhika quickly shook Vipralambha's shoulder.

But Vipralambha paid no attention, his eyes also fixed straight ahead, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

"Could it be..."

Simhika's face was filled with surprise as she turned her head in the direction they were looking, and a figure of unparalleled beauty gracefully approached.

Her brain was trembling!

Simhika's rationality shattered!

So beautiful! So beautiful! So beautiful!

Simhika's eyes quivered, and like the other Asuras, she stood frozen. The corners of her soft, pink lips slowly parted, and a glistening drop of saliva slid from her mouth, hanging in mid-air.

Mohini approached gracefully, like a seductive enchantress. She tucked a strand of hair from her cheek behind her ear.

"May I share this Amrita?"

Mohini blinked her beautiful eyes, her gaze innocent as she pleaded.

A faint fragrance wafted towards them.

Simhika's cheeks flushed red. She swallowed audibly and said in a hoarse voice, "Of course! Of course!"

"There is no one as perfect as you in the world, not among the Asuras, the gods, or the celestial maidens. Only you are worthy to share this Amrita with us!"

Simhika's eyes were filled with adoration as she raised her hand and offered the Amrita pot.

"Thank you!"

Mohini bowed slightly, blinked her beautiful eyes, and smiled as she held the Amrita pot.

At that smile, many of the Asuras felt their bodies go weak.

"Mmm!"

Simhika nodded emphatically.

She watched Mohini fly away, her eyes shining with admiration. "What a polite and good child," she sighed. "Even her back is so beautiful!"

"Yes! So beautiful!"

"I've never seen anyone this beautiful!"

"Even the King can't possess such beauty!"

The Asuras stared blankly at Mohini's retreating figure.

Mohini's face was like a spring flower, and with a smile, she flew directly over the battlefield on the Ocean of Milk. Even Golden-Eyed merely watched the scene quietly.

Mohini flew until she reached the stunned gods and gracefully walked up to Indra.

"Devraj, I am Mohini. Here is the Amrita pot for you!"

Mohini chuckled softly.

Her voice was like the chirping of spring fledglings, captivating the heart and igniting a fire within.

Indra, however, kept his eyes tightly shut. Stimulated by her voice, his entire body felt hot, and a voice in his mind urged him to open his eyes, to open them quickly.

But he didn't!

Indra nodded and raised his hands.

"Thank you, please place it in my hands!"

Indra took a deep breath.

A moment of silence passed, followed by the sensation of a cool hand, like a kitten's tail brushing against his skin, stirring his soul.

Finally, a pot landed in Indra's hands.

"Devraj!"

"I hope we meet again. Next time, open your eyes and look at me!"

A voice like a lark's song rang out.

Only then did Indra breathe a sigh of relief and slowly open his eyes.

He looked around and saw that all the gods nearby wore expressions of loss, looking around in a daze as if searching for Mohini.

"So beautiful! It feels like a dream! What was her name, do you remember?" Surya, the Sun God, murmured.

"I forgot! I was too busy looking at her face!"

Agni, the Fire God, shook his head.

"Too beautiful! Even the most beautiful celestial maiden is far inferior, even my wife is not as beautiful!"

Soma said.

The gods chimed in one after another.

Indra shook his head, ignoring the other gods, and focused his mind, sensing his Power of Arduous Cultivation.

"My Power of Arduous Cultivation has directly increased by a hundred years!"

"What kind of accelerator is this!"

Indra was startled, sensing the Power of Arduous Cultivation within him.

He simply closed his eyes, not even looking at Mohini, and added so much Power of Arduous Cultivation. It was unbelievable.

Indra felt a surge of emotion in his heart, lowered his head, and then looked at the golden pot in his hand.

The crystal-clear Amrita rippled within the golden pot, as if containing boundless life force.

"Amrita!"

"The Amrita of Immortality, finally obtained!"

Indra murmured to himself, his heart surging with excitement. He slowly lifted the golden pot and raised it to his lips.

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