Liu Mei's Consciousness Occupied, Desiring Cultivation Union with Luo Chuan

Wu Yu nodded hurriedly, his eyes filled with urgency. "Exactly!"

"This corpse puppet's physical body was refined by this junior, and it shares an innate connection with my soul. As long as its consciousness is erased, this junior can directly take residence within it without wasting effort searching for a new vessel!"

Luo Chuan heard this, his gaze falling upon the shivering corpse puppet held fast by the giant void hand, a faint ripple of spiritual power rising from his fingertips.

The corpse puppet immediately sensed a lethal threat and began to struggle frantically, its hoarse voice filled with pleading. "Senior, spare me! I am willing to submit! I am willing to be your beast of burden! Please, do not erase my consciousness!"

Luo Chuan ignored its pleas and turned to A-Dai. "You have witnessed Wu Yu's karma. Once today's matters are concluded, follow me back to the Hengyue Sect and focus on your cultivation."

A-Dai nodded vigorously, knelt on the ground, and performed three kowtows and nine bows to Luo Chuan, his face full of determination. "A-Dai greets Master!"

Seeing A-Dai accept, Luo Chuan turned his gaze back to the corpse puppet, the spiritual power at his fingertips surging violently.

The corpse puppet let out a shrill, miserable scream. The black mist surrounding it dissipated instantly, and its eyes, once filled with malevolence, became hollow and vacant. With its consciousness completely erased, only an intact physical body remained, slumping limply within the giant void hand.

Seeing that the corpse puppet had ceased all movement, Wu Yu's voice trembled with excitement.

"Many thanks, Senior! Many thanks, Senior, for your grace!"

As the words fell, Wu Yu did not hesitate; his Nascent Soul transformed into a streak of light and dove straight into the corpse puppet's body.

A moment later, the corpse puppet slowly opened its eyes. Although its aura had not yet fully stabilized, the soul fluctuations belonging to Wu Yu were already clear.

Wu Yu flexed his new body, feeling the familiar yet strange power within, and bowed deeply to Luo Chuan.

"This junior will never forget your great kindness! From this day forward, the entire Corpse Yin Sect shall follow the lead of the Hengyue Sect!"

Luo Chuan nodded faintly and turned to walk out of the cave dwelling. "No need for such formalities. In the future, This Seat will personally visit the Corpse Yin Sect; remember to have things prepared."

Wu Yu nodded, cupping his hands in the direction of Luo Chuan's departure, and flattered, "I respectfully see you off, Senior!"

Hengyue Sect, the bamboo forest behind the mountain.

Luo Chuan sat upright in a chair, his right hand waving forward, and a scroll of earthy-yellow cultivation technique appeared before A-Dai.

"This technique is a special one from the Immortal Remnant Clan. You shall cultivate it."

"The Immortal Remnant Clan?" A-Dai asked, his face full of confusion. "Master, why not let your disciple cultivate the Hengyue Sect's techniques instead of those of the Immortal Remnant Clan?"

A-Dai's memories were currently sealed, so he had no idea what the Immortal Remnant Clan was, but he could tell that this race's techniques likely did not belong to the sects of the various nations.

Luo Chuan swirled the teacup in his hand and replied calmly, "Just do as your master instructs; do not concern yourself with the rest. Once your Senior Sister finishes her seclusion, I will introduce you two."

A-Dai glanced at the technique in his hand, nodded slightly, and then ran toward the back of the mountain, striving to master the technique as quickly as possible.

Luo Chuan swirled his teacup and muttered to himself, "Once the Outer Realm Battlefield concludes, This Seat must find an opportunity to break the talisman on A-Dai."

"After breaking it, I will head to the Immortal Remnant Clan to seek the Reincarnation Fruit to boost his strength. That should allow A-Dai's cultivation to return to the Yingbian Realm in a short time."

Luo Chuan gazed at the clear tea in his hand, just about to head off to cultivate, when he sensed a sudden, peculiar energy fluctuation emanating from a nearby room.

"This energy... could it be..."

Luo Chuan appeared instantly in the room where Liu Mei was staying. As he pushed open the door, an extremely thick, pink mist suddenly filled the previously quiet room.

Looking at the pink mist permeating the room, Luo Chuan's expression shifted slightly, and he thought to himself, This mist actually contains an aura that stirs a cultivator's desires.

Just as Luo Chuan intended to exit the room, a pair of jade hands suddenly rested on his shoulders. A richer, fresh, and milky fragrance wafted toward him, feeling refreshing to the spirit.

The moment Liu Mei tried to draw closer, Luo Chuan appeared directly in front of her, his large hand grabbing her neck and lifting her up by force.

A powerful burst of energy whistled through the air, instantly shattering Liu Mei's thin clothing and revealing her crystal-clear body.

"You are not her."

Luo Chuan could easily sense that the aura emanating from the Liu Mei before him was not hers, but rather another avatar of Mu Bingmei.

Liu Mei curled her lips into a smile, extended her rosy tongue to lightly lick the web between Luo Chuan's thumb and forefinger, and smiled. "Master, do you not like me like this?"

Luo Chuan released her neck and said coldly, "You suddenly occupied her consciousness; could it be that you intend to seize This Seat's artistic conception?"

Liu Mei did not care that she was exposed; instead, she stepped toward Luo Chuan, a charming and moving smile playing on her lips.

"Master, this disciple is Liu Mei, and Liu Mei is this disciple. How could I possibly occupy your artistic conception?"

Liu Mei leaned against Luo Chuan, rubbing her supple, alluring body against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and blew a puff of hot air against his cheek with her cherry lips.

The warm breath, carrying a sweet, cloying fragrance, brushed past his ear. Liu Mei's soft fingertips lightly traced his wrist, her voice laced with deliberate, honeyed softness.

"Master always says this disciple is not her, but my heartbeat, the temperature of my body, and... my feelings for Master—which of these is fake?"

Liu Mei stood on her tiptoes, her cherry lips nearly touching Luo Chuan's jaw, while her fingertips probed gently through the gap in his lapels. When she touched his warm skin, she intentionally slowed her movements.

"Look, every inch of this body is longing for Master to touch it."

The pink mist seemed to grow thicker with her movements, strands of it winding around their clothes. Liu Mei took the opportunity to snuggle into Luo Chuan's embrace, her soft body pressing tightly against him, her voice dropping lower with seductive gasps:

"If Master does not believe me, why not try it yourself... and see exactly what is different between this disciple and her?"

Liu Mei's fingertips lightly caressed the spot over Luo Chuan's heart, her eyes watery, her lips curled in a cunning smile. "Besides, there are only the two of us in this room. Whatever Master does, no one will ever know..."

"Noisy!"

Luo Chuan's right hand clenched suddenly. In an instant, a surging wave of spiritual power shattered the mist in the room, and Liu Mei let out a miserable scream as she collapsed to the ground.

Even the sky above the entire Hengyue Sect condensed a massive amount of energy at this moment, as if something were about to destroy everything.

Liu Mei glared viciously at Luo Chuan, clenching her jade hands. "Luo Chuan, do you really think you can sit back and relax?"

"The affairs of This Seat are not for others to interfere with. Liu Mei is the disciple of This Seat; as for others wanting to seize her body, they do not yet have the capability."