Yao Juye's face had already flushed crimson. After Tang Yu said that, he almost instinctively imagined scene after scene.
A strange emotion he had never felt before spread through his heart, and to his sorrow, he discovered that he was getting excited!
As the possessor of a Pure Yang Sacred Body, his desire had always been exceptionally strong; he had merely been suppressing it with great difficulty.
As long as he cultivated to the Immortal Emperor realm and ascended after attaining the Dao, he would no longer need to worry about leaking his primal yang.
But the problem was, he was not an Immortal Emperor yet.
What was even more fatal was that this bastard had actually guessed right: he really had offended someone surnamed Zeng when he was young.
As for whether what this guy said was true, he genuinely had no idea!
When he thought of his cold and stern martial aunt revealing an utterly contrasting side of herself—
The desire he had suppressed for so many years erupted like a volcano.
"No... this can't be real."
Yao Juye murmured. The Dharma manifestation behind him had already begun to slowly fade, indicating that his Dao heart had started to waver.
"Not real? Why don't you go ask your martial aunt? No matter what, she's still a female cultivator. Her heart is lonely, parched, and in need of nourishment."
"And as her beloved disciple, you could have stayed closer by her side, satisfied her, nourished her. But you're an idiot. All you thought about was cultivation, never noticing your martial aunt's hints. In the end, you could only watch as Senior Brother Zeng took advantage of the opening."
At some point, Tang Yu had already run over beside Yao Juye. With a face full of sympathy, he sighed. "Brother