Tonight Was the Day the Filthy Blood Sect Would Meet with Wu Mian

Before a carved, openwork huanghuali canopy bed, translucent gauze curtains hung from the frame above. Soft, breathy moans drifted from within the curtains.

In the dim yellow glow of a lamp beside the screen, shadowy figures swayed across the gauze. A graceful silhouette trembled within...

On the bed, Zhu Kun's forehead was already beaded with cold sweat. He panted weakly, dark bruising faintly visible beneath his puffy eye bags. As he watched his concubine writhe atop him like a water snake, a complex desire of greed and ferocity surged in the depths of his eyes...

Just as the two reached their peak, two specks of firefly light suddenly flickered into existence within the gauze curtains.

Zhu Kun and his concubine were both drenched in sweat and panting from exhaustion, utterly unaware of the eerie firefly lights that had appeared.

The two sparks traced twin streaks of cold radiance and sank into their brows.

At that very moment, a figure appeared outside the curtained bed like a phantom.

Duan Rong's gaze shifted slightly. He raised a hand, lifted the gauze curtains, and hooked them onto the frame's silver hooks. Staring intently at the bed, he saw a naked man and woman entwined there, their bodies covered in sweat.

A shapely woman lay sprawled over Zhu Kun. Duan Rong expressionlessly pressed her shoulder and pushed her aside. After cultivating the White Bone Contemplation, he had shattered his lustful heart. Even faced with such a body, his heart remained hard as iron, as though he were looking at nothing more than a heap of rotten flesh.

Standing beside the bed, Duan Rong looked at Zhu Kun, who had already fallen under "Illusory Bewitchment." With a thought, his Divine Sense spread over Zhu Kun. In an instant, it transformed into fine, mycelium-like tendrils and