The Two End Well

The very same thing

could bring people two completely opposite emotions.

Take a plate of Nine-Turn Intestines, for example.

If it was cleaned properly, then eating it was a blissful culinary delight.

If it was not cleaned properly, then eating it was deadly.

Nangong Bihan felt much the same after forcing himself to enter the fray and fight.

Back when he visited brothels to sleep with female cultivators, it had been pure pleasure.

Now he was still sleeping with female cultivators, yet he could not feel the slightest bit of joy.

He even wanted to cry.

It felt like he was stirring shit.

But as a man, he knew that the path of cultivation was always full of helplessness. All he could do was cultivate his heart and overcome himself.

So he chose to shut his eyes tightly and imagine that the person before him was Fairy Meiyun.

Rather than this dead fat pig.

He imagined that she was still the Fairy Meiyun from earlier.

Things began to get better.

"Oink, oink, oink—aaahhhhhh!!!"

As the Heaven-Suppressing Seal on Fang Meiyun's body grew increasingly unstable, Fang Meiyun, who had been bitterly suppressed, suddenly let out a foul-smelling noise.

The sound dragged Nangong Bihan from his beautiful fantasy back into cruel reality.

He cast Chu Nianchi a pleading look.

Chu Nianchi was worried sick as well.

If this dragged on any longer, the woman before them would likely break free before long.

He rushed forward and reached out to cover Fang Meiyun's mouth.

And sure enough, Fang Meiyun stopped going "oink, oink, oink—aaahhhhhh."

Once it grew quiet, Nangong Bihan shut his eyes again and resumed his fantasy time.

After holding out for a while this time, Nangong Bihan finally succeeded in drawing a portion of Fang Meiyun's true essence into his own