Despite how much the members despised the power of Dragon Blood, it sounded almost as if they had been poisoned.
But in reality, Mo Qiong felt absolutely incredible!
The sensation of strength surging through his entire body was addictive.
Unlike the overwhelming power of cultivation, this feeling of his whole body boiling was more direct and exhilarating than the strength of the primordial spirit.
Cultivators had extremely dull physical sensations. Their bodies were merely balanced and harmonious; what was powerful was their primordial spirits. Thus, their various bodily sensations became clearer, not stronger.
They could not feel the thrill of every cell in their bodies and every drop of blood buzzing with excitement. Put simply, the stronger cultivators became, the less their physical sensations affected their hearts. That was why their pursuits became increasingly metaphysical—the higher their realms, the further they strayed from vulgar pleasures.
They would rather seek communion of the spirit than submit to bodily pleasure.
At that moment, Mo Qiong's sensation of physical pleasure had been pushed to its limit. Every cell in his body was reaching a climax.
It was as if the state of taking drugs and then receiving two consecutive shots to keep himself alive had become normal...
The pleasure of cultivators was fundamentally on a different wavelength. To ordinary people, this kind of bodily exhilaration and vigor was more likely to make them lose themselves.
If he had not entrusted his mind to his primordial spirit, which could reduce bodily sensations to a minimum, Mo Qiong would have wanted to find someone and have a thoroughly satisfying bout.
"We'll go meet up first," Jiang Long said, throwing Mo Qiong a set of clothes.
Mo Qiong nodded and quickly put them on.
Master Gou was currently north of the heart, beside the rerouted Golden