"It may be powerful, but... why would I let some filthy dog of a man defile my pure, noble body?!" Liu Ziyan's beautiful eyes darkened.
The Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art was indeed a top-tier manual for demonic cultivation, but its drawbacks were equally obvious.
Without yang energy to support it and bring yin and yang into harmony, it could only be considered a fairly ordinary cultivation art.
It would even cause harmful side effects.
Just as it was doing to Liu Ziyan now.
At first, Liu Ziyan had believed that her monstrous talent and comprehension would allow her to improve the Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art.
To free it from its dependence on yang energy.
Reality proved that she had underestimated the Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art.
Or rather, she had overestimated herself.
As a result, the cost of starting over and switching to another cultivation art had already risen beyond what she could bear.
And so, Liu Ziyan now found herself unable to advance or retreat.
You wicked she-devil. Who would have thought you'd have a day like this!
Watching Liu Ziyan struggle in agony in the bathing pool, Lin Mo gloated inwardly.
After watching for so long, Lin Mo was gradually growing dissatisfied with merely feasting his eyes.
How satisfying would it be to thoroughly humiliate that she-devil, Liu Ziyan?
Just imagining the scene left Lin Mo itching with anticipation.
Gulp.
"What skulking rat is there?! Get out here!"
Just as Lin Mo swallowed, his mouth and throat dry, Liu Ziyan suddenly grew alert in the bathing pool.
With a sweep of her delicate hand, the door to the bathing chamber flew open.
Dressed in coarse hemp clothing, his frame as scrawny as dry kindling, Lin Mo appeared reflected in Liu Ziyan's beautiful eyes.
Their eyes met, and Lin Mo's heart and lungs seemed to stop. At a complete loss, he stood rooted to the spot.
Only one thought flashed through his mind: It's over. I'm dead!
"You wretched bastard?!"
Seeing that the peeping intruder outside was none other than Lin Mo, Liu Ziyan flushed with shame and fury. She hastily summoned a bath towel to cover her upper body.
When she looked at Lin Mo again, a cold, murderous intent had surfaced in her eyes.
"How dare a lowly dog of a slave like you spy on my body? I will sever every meridian in your body, peel off your filthy hide, gouge out your eyes, and nail you to a pillar to die in endless agony!"
Liu Ziyan clenched her pearly teeth and snapped furiously.
The towering fury in her eyes almost took tangible form.
Liu Ziyan already regarded every male cultivator beneath the heavens as a maggot. How could she tolerate a man sullying her purity?
Especially when that man was Lin Mo, a wretched bastard worth less than a dog in her eyes.
Liu Ziyan's furious words also brought Lin Mo back to his senses.
Perhaps because of the psychological scars left by the past century, her death threat truly sent a chill down his spine, as though he had plunged into an icy cavern!
But then he reconsidered. I only have a few fucking days left to live anyway. Why should I fear your threats?
"Sect Master, this old man doesn't have much time left. Do you really think I'm still afraid?"
After muddling through more than a hundred and ten years of life, Lin Mo chose, at this moment, to be a real man for once.
He stared straight into Liu Ziyan's cold, breathtakingly beautiful eyes, utterly fearless, and spoke with outrageous insolence. "Keeping that exquisite body hidden here for your own amusement is a sinful waste of heaven's gifts."
"Sect Master, why not let this old servant help you cultivate?"
With those words spoken.
Lin Mo's heart began pounding violently once more.
Never in his life had he spoken such bold, insolent words to Liu Ziyan's face.
"You court death!"
"I'll crush you right now, you insect!"
For Liu Ziyan, killing Lin Mo was as easy as crushing an ant.
But just as she mobilized the spiritual energy within her body to crush him.
A sudden buzzing filled her head, and the spiritual energy she had just gathered dispersed instantly, beyond her control.
At the same time, emptiness, loneliness, and an intense craving for a male cultivator's yang energy rose from the depths of her heart.
In an instant, her body became weak and powerless.
"How could this happen...?!"
Liu Ziyan held her forehead, her eyes dark, her heart filled with shock and fear.
She could clearly feel that intense craving for a male cultivator's yang energy crashing against her reason like a tsunami, wave after relentless wave.
The Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art was wreaking havoc!
When she had first begun cultivating it, Liu Ziyan had still been able to suppress this desire.
But as time passed, deprived of nourishment from yang energy, the Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art's craving for it only grew stronger.
Until this very moment, when Liu Ziyan could no longer suppress that desire through sheer reason.
That was also why she had appeared to be in such agony earlier.
She wanted to kill Lin Mo, but the Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art, which had gone years without nourishment from yang energy, was driving her, filling her with the urge and desire to harvest his yang energy.
Even though the Lin Mo before her was merely a decrepit old man.
In plain terms, deprived of nourishment from yang energy, Liu Ziyan was now on the very brink of cultivation deviation.
The change in Liu Ziyan also left Lin Mo, who had already resigned himself to certain death, utterly bewildered.
Although he did not know exactly what had happened to her, he had realized that Liu Ziyan seemed unable to kill him right now.
Otherwise, with her ruthless methods, she would already have ground his bones to dust and scattered his ashes.
That realization made Lin Mo even bolder.
He approached Liu Ziyan in the bathing pool, step by step, saying, "Sect Master, do you know how this old man survived his century in the First Saint Sect?"
"I won't dwell on any of that. When my teeth were shattered, I swallowed them into my belly. Only I know the bitterness."
"My lifespan is nearly exhausted, and I have little time left. My dying wish was merely to have a young woman keep this old man company, and you agreed."
"So why did you hide here to cultivate, completely ignoring my dying wish?"
"So... that's why you came here, you wretched bastard?!"
Fire blazed in Liu Ziyan's eyes as she rebuked him furiously. "Stop right there! Take one more step, and endless hell awaits you!"
"Endless hell?"
Lin Mo sneered, utterly indifferent to Liu Ziyan's threat, and kept walking. "To this old man, those hundred-odd years in the First Saint Sect were the true endless hell!"
"Having spent more than a century in endless hell, why would I fear it again?"
"Sect Master, this old man understands your need to cultivate, so I won't ask you to bestow a young woman upon this old servant anymore. Let me help you cultivate just once, and I'll consider my dying wish fulfilled. How does that sound?"
As he spoke.
With heavy steps, Lin Mo had already reached Liu Ziyan's back.
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