Long Wushang's main Martial Soul was the Dark Sacred Dragon.
Not long ago, he had obtained the Sixth Soul Ring for the Dark Sacred Dragon. His Soul Power had officially broken through level sixty, and he had entered the ranks of Soul Emperors.
As his cultivation rose, his Second Martial Soul, the Original Sin Demon Puppet, had also reached the Sixth Trial of the Original Sin Divine Trial.
Lust Calamity.
As everyone knew, before level seventy, Soul Masters with Ultimate Attributes cultivated far more slowly than ordinary Soul Masters. Every step forward demanded several times, even more than ten times, the effort.
That was why Long Xiaoyao had spared no expense and poured his life's work into building this artificial Dragon Tomb for his only son.
Within the Dragon Tomb lay a vast concentration of the dragon race's source power. It could nourish the Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul and greatly improve Long Wushang's cultivation efficiency, saving him a great deal of time.
Moreover, each time he passed an Original Sin Divine Trial, the Original Sin Divine Ring fed power back into his body and soul. The two worked hand in hand, keeping his cultivation speed at an astonishing level.
Now, he had finally reached the Sixth Trial of the Original Sin Divine Trial—Lust Calamity.
Like the first five trials, this one would not test his strength directly. It targeted his state of mind and soul.
His consciousness would be drawn into an almost lifelike illusion, where the power of lust would guide him through trials tempting enough to make anyone lose themselves.
The Original Sin Divine Trial did not suppress evil or forcibly purify inner demons. Its purpose was to make its successor face original sin, wield it, master desire, and prove his path through sin.
Before the divine trial could formally begin, however, there was one prerequisite he had to fulfill.
He had to experience the joining of yin and yang for himself, leaving behind a genuine experience etched into his body.
Only then would the illusion built by the Lust God have an anchor real enough to magnify that experience without limit and carry out the trials to come.
And that was what had brought about today's events.
Long Wushang rarely left the Dragon Tomb, where he cultivated in seclusion. This time, he had gone to his mother, Ye Xishui, with a request.
He hoped she could help him fulfill it. Of course, he only wanted Ye Xishui to arrange a suitable partner, not take care of it herself.
Ye Xishui was unlike Long Xiaoyao.
Where his father was stern and demanding, Ye Xishui doted on Long Wushang with almost no limits. In her eyes, any request from her son was one she would do her utmost to grant, as though she were trying to make up for something. Long Wushang could not fathom why; he could only put it down to a mother's indulgence.
So when Ye Xishui learned that he had made the request for the sake of his cultivation,
she showed not the slightest displeasure. Instead, she thought her son had finally grown up and matured, and agreed at once.
With a wave of her hand, she issued a strict order to the Holy Spirit Cult. The young woman who had joined not long ago and been named its Saintess was to be delivered straight to Long Wushang's bedside.
The man charged with carrying out the order was Zhang Peng, the Holy Spirit Cult's Sixth Worshipper.
He personally escorted the Saintess to the cult's most secret forbidden ground—the underground Dragon Tomb.
"Thank you for the effort, Sixth Worshipper."
Long Wushang stood at the center of the altar, his face expressionless.
"Just bring her in."
"As you command, Young Master."
Zhang Peng bowed respectfully and said nothing more.
He knew perfectly well that some things were best left unknown.
Following the prescribed route, he reached the entrance to the Dragon Tomb and led the woman who had been waiting there quietly into the altar chamber.
She wore a black dress and a gauze veil over her face. Slender and graceful, she said nothing, as though she knew what awaited her.
But she could not refuse, nor did she dare. She could only let others pull her strings like a puppet.
Once he had delivered her and completed his task, Zhang Peng did not linger. He left the underground Dragon Tomb, closed the passage behind him, and left the entire space to the two of them.
With Zhang Peng gone, silence returned to the vast underground Dragon Tomb.
Long Wushang could finally let himself go.
Truthfully, if not for the requirements of the Lust Calamity trial, he would have enjoyed his share of lovers long ago.
Dragons were lustful by nature, after all, and that trait had a considerable hold on him. He had restrained himself only for the sake of his cultivation.
He had no intention of following his father's example and playing the devoted lover. When all was said and done, his father was nothing more than a lovesick lapdog.
His heart raced and his hands trembled as Long Wushang slowly approached the woman. Under her humiliated, helpless gaze, he lifted her chin, as if savoring the softness of her skin, then gently removed her veil.
As the veil fell, a breathtakingly beautiful face came into view.
Tang Ya, the Blue Silver Saintess. She was a rare beauty indeed!
Looking at the young woman whose demeanor had changed so completely after her descent into darkness, Long Wushang's eyes flashed with interest. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly; he clearly liked this side of her.
"Tang Ya, after turning dark..."
"From mischievous and spirited to a cool, commanding woman."
"She suits this divine trial even better than I imagined."
Under Tang Ya's conflicted yet expectant gaze, Long Wushang pulled her into his arms.
His hands supported her shapely legs, sheathed in black stockings. Lifting her in a bridal carry, he walked step by step toward the altar carved with spell formations.
As he carried her onto the altar, wisps of pale pink lust energy rose around it.
The energy held no aggression. Like an invisible mist, it slowly enveloped the entire altar.
At the same time, the Original Sin Divine Ring at Long Wushang's brow glowed faintly, and an ancient, uncanny divine presence descended without a sound.
Once his body had learned and felt that cloud-reaching pleasure during the coming week, the divine trial would formally begin.
On the altar, the pink mist wrapped around the two of them like layer upon layer of intimate gauze.
As the pink curtain slowly rose, sounds of passion that set the blood racing and made restraint impossible began to echo through the immense Dragon Tomb.
The power of lust heightened their senses without limit, while the Dragon Tomb's surging dragon power poured a steady supply of strength into Long Wushang.
Outside the Dragon Tomb, a stunning woman in red watched everything happening within through a special Soul Tool. From time to time, a captivating smile touched her lips. She was plainly pleased with all she saw on the screen.
"That child is like a wolf cub. He has no idea how to be gentle with a woman. He and his father are complete opposites."
Whatever came to mind brought a faint blush to the woman's lovely face. After a playful murmur, she switched off the suggestive Soul Tool screen and drifted away on her bare feet.
A week later, Long Wushang sat cross-legged on the bed, his upper body bare and his eyes gently closed. Whether he was cultivating or meditating was hard to tell. At some point, a peach-blossom-like mark had appeared on his forehead.
As for Tang Ya, after a week together, her body had gradually grown accustomed to him and to her surroundings.
Now she lay languidly at the bedside, like an obedient kitten, looking tenderly endearing.
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