Ma Hongjun and Tang San

Besides, this plan had only come to the Asura God in a flash of inspiration when he obtained Tang San's soul. All he had wanted at first was a dumping ground for the Poison of Faith.

Put plainly, abandoning the plan would not cost the Asura God much.

Thinking this, the Rakshasa God asked, "What do we do now?"

The Asura God thought for a moment. "Hmm. Tang San doesn't necessarily have to take the initiative. Ma Hongjun could do it instead."

"Huh?" The Rakshasa God was stunned.

What on earth was the Asura God talking about?!

"Ahem. Here's the thing, Rakshasa. Even if Tang San's front isn't an option, he still has a back, doesn't he? You only need to give Ma Hongjun a temporary tool for the deed. No rule says who has to take the initiative in an intimate exchange."

"Well..." With the Asura God spelling it out, the Rakshasa God, who had witnessed countless filthy things in the world, immediately understood what he meant.

After thinking it over, she decided it could work.

She was an evil god herself, hardly one to fuss over such details.

"That could work. I'll tell Ma Hongjun now."

The Rakshasa God closed her eyes again and contacted the Rakshasa Divine Will inside Ma Hongjun. "Ma Hongjun, I have a way. Here's what you'll do..."

Ma Hongjun stared blankly ahead. What the Rakshasa God told her shocked her all over again.

But she adapted quickly. Once she had steadied herself, she returned to the tent.

Seeing everyone still circulating Soul Power to fight the cold within their bodies only strengthened Ma Hongjun's resolve.

When the night was deep and quiet and everyone had fallen asleep, Ma Hongjun made her move.

She crept over to where Tang San was sleeping, shook him,