Holy Succubus!

For the past seven days, Liu Ziyan had been cultivating in the Purple Heaven Palace, never setting so much as half a foot outside.

She seemed to have completely forgotten what she had promised him that day.

Who the hell knew how long Liu Ziyan would spend cultivating this time?

"Goddammit, so that Female Demon Liu Ziyan was just jerking this old man around?" She had promised to grant his dying wish and reward him with a young woman.

And what had she done instead? Holed up in the Purple Heaven Palace to cultivate and refused to come out.

Judging by past experience, every time Liu Ziyan entered secluded cultivation, she stayed there for at least two or three years.

Lin Mo had little time left. He could no longer afford to wait.

He had wanted to go inside and confront Liu Ziyan, but then he remembered her brutal methods.

Lin Mo instinctively shrank back.

"Fuck!"

A moment later, Lin Mo cursed furiously, "I haven't got much longer to live anyway! Why the fuck should I be afraid of you?"

He had spent his entire life as a beast of burden and a punching bag. Now, with his life nearing its end, a century of pent-up bitterness erupted like a volcano.

If Liu Ziyan had never agreed to his dying wish that day, that would have been one thing.

But you fucking promised, so don't jerk me around!

Even the Buddha had his fire, let alone someone who had swallowed a lifetime of humiliation!

Lin Mo knew full well that going in might bring his life to an early end. But so what?

For most people, death was the greatest threat.

But for someone whose lifespan was almost exhausted, who had spent his entire life swallowing humiliation, death was nothing more than release.

More than death, Lin Mo feared living for over a hundred years without ever standing up for himself!

By the time Lin Mo strode back into the Purple Heaven Palace, the sun had disappeared beneath the horizon.

Night was beginning to fall.

"Mmm... ah..."

He had only just stepped into the main hall of the Purple Heaven Palace.

A soft, airy moan, yet one that tugged irresistibly at the soul, drifted from the Purple Heaven Palace baths into Lin Mo's ears.

"?"

Lin Mo froze. He recognized the voice of that Female Demon, Liu Ziyan.

But that voice was a little too suggestive.

"Could she be...?"

Before long, Lin Mo understood.

Having attended Liu Ziyan for seventy years, he knew.

The Female Demon who led the First Saint Sect cultivated a technique called the Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art.

Once, while cleaning the Purple Heaven Palace, Lin Mo had happened to learn from a book in the study.

The Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art was an evil cultivation technique.

Yin, naturally, referred to female cultivators.

Yang referred to male cultivators.

Only through the union of yin and yang could the Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art unleash its full power.

If yin and yang were out of balance, it would be incomplete, like the moon on the first night of the lunar month.

In that case, the Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art itself would naturally be incomplete as well.

But the strange thing was that, in his hundred years at the Purple Heaven Palace, Lin Mo had never seen Liu Ziyan bring a cultivation partner home. Nor had there ever been any word within the sect of her taking one.

That was why those strange sounds had left Lin Mo wondering.

Had Liu Ziyan recently taken a cultivation partner? Or was she doing some handiwork herself?

"Fine, fine, fine. You don't give a damn whether I live or die, but you're hiding here enjoying yourself in secret?"

Already seething, Lin Mo suddenly had an outrageously bold and presumptuous idea.

After a hundred years of menial work at the Purple Heaven Palace, Lin Mo knew Liu Ziyan's disposition very well.

How should he put it? Liu Ziyan was aloof and thought extraordinarily highly of herself.

In her eyes, men were as filthy as maggots in a sewer. That was also the main reason she had never taken a cultivation partner all these years.

During his hundred years as a servant, there had been one occasion when he had merely stolen a couple of extra glances at her.

Liu Ziyan had immediately warned him, "Don't want those eyes anymore?"

From then on, whenever Liu Ziyan was around, Lin Mo carefully kept his head lowered as he worked, all to preserve his eyes.

He dreaded the possibility of Liu Ziyan, that Female Demon, suddenly going mad and actually gouging his eyes out. That would hardly be worth it.

Under ordinary circumstances, Lin Mo would never have dared entertain such a presumptuous idea.

But now...

I'm all alone in this world and already halfway into the grave. What the hell is there to fear?

If I don't go wild now, am I supposed to wait until I'm buried?

Then, to avoid drawing Liu Ziyan's attention.

Lin Mo crept soundlessly to the door of the Purple Heaven Palace baths.

Lin Mo took a deep breath. The pounding heartbeat in his ears betrayed just how nervous he was.

"Gulp!"

He swallowed hard, and a ruthless glint flashed through Lin Mo's sunken, aged eyes.

Immediately, he reached out with a hand as dry as kindling and poked a peephole the width of his index finger through the paper wall of the bathing chamber, then peered inside.

Hazy steam rose inside the bath, and red flower petals floated across the water.

Liu Ziyan leaned against the edge of the bath, her eyes tightly shut.

Her beautiful face, lovely as a heavenly immortal's, bore an expression of soul-melting rapture.

Merely catching a glimpse of Liu Ziyan like this from outside the door.

The impact on Lin Mo's eyes and soul was already beyond words.

Holy succubus! Goddammit, if I could have one unforgettable encounter with her, even dying would be worth it!

Lin Mo swallowed again, his mouth a little dry as the thought crossed his mind.

In terms of cultivation and standing, Liu Ziyan might not rank among the very best on the Heavenly Abyss Continent.

But when it came to looks, figure, and bearing, she was absolutely among the continent's finest!

For any man, conquering a woman like her.

The sense of achievement would scarcely fall short of conquering the world.

Lin Mo watched intently, his eyes fixed on her and his blood surging!

Perhaps she was too absorbed, or perhaps Lin Mo's cultivation was simply too low.

Lost in her own world, Liu Ziyan never noticed Lin Mo peeping from outside the door.

A long while passed.

Liu Ziyan seemed no longer satisfied with tending to herself and began tossing about incessantly in the bath.

Even the spiritual energy emanating from her began to grow chaotic.

"Ah...!"

Writhing in the water, Liu Ziyan was in agony. Grinding her teeth with bitter regret, she said, "I... I should never have cultivated this Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art..."