The nine-Son Mother Heavenly Demon surrounded the Alms-Lifting Arhat, frantically sucking at his Spirit and Blood from two or three feet away. Their mouths gaped, and distant sounds rose from their throats, somewhere between calls and shrieks.
The blood in the Alms-Lifting Arhat's body divided into nine streams, surging toward them.
As they fluttered and danced about, his blood rushed after them, now flooding his head, now surging into his shoulders. One moment his whole face turned purple; the next, his arms swelled red.
At the same time, his Three Souls and Seven Souls began to waver. The nine demon heads tugged at them from a distance, one forward and another backward, one east and another west, almost tearing them apart.
The Alms-Lifting Arhat knew he had reached a moment of life-or-death peril. A single lapse of thought could let them seize his Primordial Spirit. He hastily employed the demon-controlling art Ancestor Haha had taught him, forcibly steadying his spirit.
The nine demon heads sucked for a while without much success, so they stripped off their sheer red gauze and began to employ the Great Heavenly Demon.
Their bodies were snow-white, their legs long, their faces beautiful. Some danced upright in front of him, some danced upside down behind him, others circled above his head, and still others burrowed underground to glide beneath his crossed legs.
Some called as though from far away; others breathed orchid-scented breaths behind his ears. Every part of their bodies writhed, spurting streams of cloying, sweet fragrance.
This demonic monk did not abstain from women, and lust burned fiercely within him. He had little resistance to this sort of demonic attack. Of course, that depended on whom he was being compared with. He was actually quite powerful—it was simply that the nine-Son Mother Heavenly Demon