At that moment, Su Fan was unbearably hot all over, and he really couldn't be blamed for it.
Ever since he had completely fused the True Dragon Blood with the bloodlines of various ancient great demons, his body had become like divine iron tempered a thousand times over, growing ever more indestructible.
But along with it came a desire that surged more violently by the day, almost enough to swallow him whole.
His cravings in that regard had grown abnormally intense, like a wildfire sweeping across the plains, entirely beyond his control.
This was the sharp and overbearing side effect that was nearly impossible to avoid when fusing with top-tier bloodlines.
Even with Su Fan's profound cultivation, he could not suppress it in the slightest through his own strength. He could only let that heat race through and scorch his limbs and organs.
There was no helping it. According to ancient legends, the True Dragon clan was naturally lustful, with indulgence and passion soaked into its very bones.
And those members of the Demon Race were even more damnably improper.
The desires of the two bloodlines intertwined and piled atop each other, becoming shackles he could not break free from and leaving him as though he were trapped in purgatory.
Faced with such a blazing, scorching situation, what could he do?
He could only find someone to help him "put out the fire" before he could slightly calm the heat in his heart that was about to burn him to ashes and regain a trace of reason.
At the same time, the lights in Gu Qinghuan's residence were still burning, and she had not the slightest intention of sleeping.
She sat cross-legged on the floor couch in the side room, holding an ancient cultivation manual with yellowed, curled pages in