Under Cao Ying's insistent tugging, his right palm finally landed on that soft mound.
"Tsk, tsk!"
The sensation beneath his fingertips sent a shudder through his powerful frame.
Fan Tian looked down at Cao Ying's exquisite features and opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
He merely raised his right hand silently and pressed harder.
"Holy shit!"
Cao Ying cried out, a blush spreading across her face. Feigning composure, she elegantly crossed her long, straight legs, clad in black stockings.
Fan Tian looked through the thin stockings. Her snow-white skin was faintly visible beneath them, radiating a hazy allure that bewitched the heart.
"Pretty?"
Fan Tian said nothing.
He merely narrowed his eyes and met Cao Ying's beautiful gaze. Without exchanging a word, both seemed to ignore Dan Chen, who had long since been left dumbfounded beside them.
Clearly, Cao Ying's beauty was not gentle and graceful like Yao Ling's. Hers was cold, striking, and brazen, with the aggressive allure of a mature woman. Her skin was cool and fair, as fine as white jade.
Gulp!
Fan Tian finally swallowed.
The scents of rouge and medicinal herbs kept drifting from this Demoness, mingled with the refreshing fragrance of a mature woman, making his body burn hotter.
"Y-you really mean... anything... anything at all?" Fan Tian asked cautiously.
"Anything you can think of!" Cao Ying gritted her teeth and nodded without hesitation. A flame flashed deep within her eyes, holding jealousy, repression, indignation, and a trace of admiration and pure desire!
"You really won't regret it?" Fan Tian asked again.
Cao Ying slowly extended the tip of her tongue and lightly licked her lips.
"If I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? Who knows which of us will get the short end of the stick!" Cao Ying smiled wickedly. An image of Yao Ling sobbing suddenly flashed through her mind, and an immense surge of satisfaction rose in her heart.
"Let's go upstairs and take our time!" Cao Ying urged. She had this man in the bag.
So what if your talent for alchemy is better?
So what if your cultivation is higher?
So what if your looks, bearing, and background are superior?
Yao Ling, remember this: the one putting a cuckold's hat on your head is Cao Ying of the Pill Tower. Defeating you starts with conquering your man.
I will be your sternest mother.
Fan Tian withdrew his hand, scooped Cao Ying up beneath her knees, and raced upstairs.
"Hey, wait! Wait!" Dan Chen watched their retreating figures anxiously!
She had clearly seen the curve at the corner of Cao Ying's lips, the smug look of someone whose wicked scheme had succeeded-no, someone who had finally avenged a great wrong.
"Demoness! You shameless Demoness!" Dan Chen pouted, vehemently expressing her displeasure.
She felt that her Dao heart might shatter once again. In the future, she might very well be unable to hold her head up before Cao Ying either.
"No, I can't let that Demoness keep me under her thumb for the rest of my life too." Dan Chen suppressed her tangled emotions, steadied herself, then ran toward Fan Tian and Cao Ying's room.
"Don't use your hands! Be gentle!"
Cao Ying's furious shout came from the room.
The Hall of Souls.
It stood in the Central Plains and was the strongest publicly known faction on the Dou Qi Continent.
One Hall, One Tower: the Hall first, the Tower second.
Aside from the Heaven, Earth, and Human Halls, the Hall of Souls also had twenty-four Earth Fiend Halls in the Central Plains, along with countless branch halls spread across almost the entire Dou Qi Continent.
Even the least valued ordinary branch hall had at least two venerable elders ranging from one-star to Four-Star Dou Zun stationed there, along with more than a dozen Dou Zong protectors and countless Dou Wang and Dou Emperor level Soul Envoys at its disposal.
Several days earlier, Hun Miesheng, the Soul Hall Master who had spent years in secluded cultivation, had suddenly emerged. He immediately began summoning all the Hall of Souls' experts to assemble at the Heavenly Dipper Hall.
By now, roughly ninety percent of the Hall of Souls' fighting strength had gathered at the Heavenly Dipper Hall.
The Hall of Souls' main hall.
Hun Miesheng sat at the center of the raised platform. To his left sat the Hall of Souls' deputy hall master, a Late Three-Star Dou Saint. To his right sat the Hall of Souls' Great Heavenly Venerate, a Mid-Stage Two-Star Dou Sheng.
Farther down, the nine great Heavenly Venerates sat in order in two rows. The remaining Heavenly Venerates and ordinary venerable elders who had yet to reach Five-Star Dou Zun stood behind the nine great Heavenly Venerates according to their respective factions.
As for the Dou Zong protectors, they were not yet qualified to attend such a meeting.
"Hall Master, the fighting within the clan has already lasted half a month. Lord Void has repeatedly urged us to reinforce the Soul Realm immediately. Why are we still holding our position? If Lord Void holds us accountable someday, I fear even you..."
The Hall of Souls' Great Heavenly Venerate asked, his face filled with confusion.
Hun Miesheng's entire body was concealed beneath his armor, hiding his true appearance. Beside him, the deputy hall master narrowed his eyes and covertly exchanged a sidelong glance with the Great Heavenly Venerate.
"You fear?"
Hun Miesheng snorted coldly, lightly tapping the table with his right hand. His sharp gaze swept across the entire hall, committing every Hall of Souls expert's expression to memory. "I have my own judgment in how I conduct affairs. If Lord Void holds us accountable someday, I alone will bear the responsibility."
Hun Miesheng spoke coldly. Although he spent most of his years in secluded cultivation, leaving the hall's affairs to the deputy hall master and the Great Heavenly Venerate, this did not diminish his absolute authority within the Hall of Souls in the slightest.
"Since that is your arrangement, Hall Master, we shall naturally obey!" the deputy hall master said calmly. Before the war, Hun Tu, a senior elder of the clan, had sent word to him and the Great Heavenly Venerate. Lord Void suspected that Hun Miesheng was the mole lurking among the Hun Clan's upper ranks and had instructed them to proceed cautiously.
Although Hun Miesheng's strength was not particularly high, he answered directly to Hun Tiandi. Thus, Nihility Devouring Flame had instructed Hun Tu to use the impending war within the clan as a pretext to have Hun Miesheng lead the Hall of Souls' forces back to reinforce them.
Once he reached the Hun Clan, Nihility Devouring Flame had plenty of ways to pry his mouth open.
Yet Hun Miesheng had assembled the Hall of Souls' experts only to hold them in place, showing no intention whatsoever of reinforcing the Soul Realm.
There really is something wrong with this man!
The deputy hall master and the Great Heavenly Venerate exchanged glances and both nodded slightly.
Naturally, Hun Miesheng knew nothing of this. On the eve of the war between the seven clans, the Clan Leader had secretly sent someone over to deliver two orders to him alone.
1. Safeguard the collected soul origin power.
2. Nothing must go wrong with the Spirit-Devouring Life-Extinguishing Formation in the Central Plains.
There had been no instruction whatsoever for Hun Miesheng to lead reinforcements to the Soul Realm. Instead, it was Lord Void who had repeatedly sent people to hurry him along.
Although Hun Miesheng did not wish to become too deeply involved in the delicate relationship between Hun Tiandi and Nihility Devouring Flame, he still knew which carried more weight.
He was the Soul Hall Master whom Hun Tiandi had personally raised to his position. Over the years, he had used that office to secretly skim thirty percent of the soul origin intended for Nihility Devouring Flame.
A man would never grow rich without a windfall, nor a horse grow fat without night fodder. He, Hun Miesheng, needed to cultivate too, and he needed resources to feed that cultivation.
"Without my command, no one in the Hall of Souls may leave the Heaven Hall without permission. Attend to your duties. Anyone who disobeys will receive no mercy from me."
Hun Miesheng rose, and the mighty Dou Qi of an early-stage Five-Star Dou Sheng filled the hall. Yet the instant his words fell, his expression turned abruptly icy. His chilling gaze shot toward the center of the hall, where space suddenly began to twist slowly. Vast Dou Qi seeped out from within, and at the same time, two excited voices, almost exhilarated, rang through the hall.
"Hun Miesheng, oh, Hun Miesheng. This headquarters of your Hall of Souls certainly gave this Clan Leader quite a search..."
"Indeed. If we still hadn't found it, I really wouldn't have known how to explain myself to Brother Gu Yuan!"
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