Xu Long looked at Zhao Min, a smile appearing on his face.
Under his control, Zhao Min obediently returned the way she came and gently sat on his lap.
"You bastard, you lecher, what exactly do you want?"
Zhao Min was frightened; after all, she was still a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young girl...
Bah, a virgin.
If Xu Long really does something, there's absolutely nothing she can do.
Although Xu Long Xu Long handsome and dashing, she is not a casual person.
As the saying goes, good things don't come true, but bad things do.
What you fear most is what will happen.
Under Zhao Min's horrified gaze, she untied her belt and the sash wrapped around her chest, then grabbed Xu Long's hand and stuffed it inside.
"Hmm, soft and smooth, very elastic, not bad, not bad at all."
Xu Long exclaimed in admiration, then, ignoring Zhao Min's insults, lowered his head and took a sip.
Zhao Min: "You...347#￥&...#@%@￥@...@...@@#"
After that, ah... umm...
"I didn't expect her to be so sensitive."
Looking at Zhao Min, who was limp and lifeless in his arms, Xu Long was amazed.
He only touched it once and took a sip, and he just gave up resisting.
"You bastard! You lecher! You'll die a horrible death!"
Zhao Min was very feisty; although she couldn't exert any physical strength, her mouth never stopped.
"Don't worry, I won't die unless you give me ten children."
"You're dreaming! I'd rather die than give birth to your child... mmm..."
Zhao Min was only halfway through her sentence when her mouth was covered.
Don't overthink it, it's chicken.
Yes, it's real chicken, the kind that was just grilled.
"That's not up to you; it all depends on whether I'm willing or not."
Xu Long smiled, and the Rice Bucket next to him chimed in with two shouts.
This idiot thrives on chaos; the more trouble it causes, the happier it is.
After tidying Zhao Min up a bit, Xu Long took out the altar that hadn't been used for a long time.
Since we're going to scheme against the Xuanming Elders, let's strike while the iron is hot.
Didn't we just lose Zhao Min? Weren't you anxious and angry?
Even if you grew up together, so what? Can't you still avoid blaming each other?
As long as the two harbor resentment towards each other, Xu Long is confident he can make them fight.
What are you doing?
After tidying up her clothes, Zhao Min looked at Xu Long's belongings and asked with great confusion.
Although it was incredibly embarrassing, that strange feeling I had just experienced was actually quite pleasant.
Of course, Zhao Min would never admit that she wanted to try again; she was only staying because she was coerced by Xu Long.
"I'll use magic to make the Xuanming Elders fight each other, and then I'll plunder their strength when they're both exhausted."
Xu Long spoke as he worked.
I haven't used these things in a long time, so I have to prepare everything myself.
The most important things for drawing talismans are ink and talisman paper.
High-level talismans are usually made with the blood of a spirit chicken or dog, while the talisman itself is made from old, lightning-struck yang wood.
As for ink, it's readily available; currently, it's estimated that nothing is better than his blood.
It contains the Power of Extreme Yang, Absolute Yin; it is unique in heaven and earth.
And the talisman that can withstand this power must naturally be found within oneself.
With a light scratch of the fingernail on the arm, a piece of skin, 20 centimeters long and about 8 centimeters wide, immediately peeled off.
His physical body has undergone a transformation, containing extremely powerful vitality, while his soul, having undergone three transformations, is able to control every single cell.
Tearing off a piece of skin is just a routine procedure, but it was extremely frightening to Zhao Min.
"How... how..."
Zhao Min pointed at Xu Long, stammering for a long time before she could utter a complete sentence.
At first, she was surprised by Xu Long's ruthlessness towards her, but later she was filled with fear of things she couldn't understand.
Such a large piece of skin was torn off, and it recovered in the blink of an eye.
Is this even human?
Perhaps it's Kami?
"Don't be afraid, I am human, only a more advanced one."
Xu Long knew the reason for Zhao Min's terror. While drawing a talisman with his blood, he said, "My flesh and blood contain an extremely large amount of life force. Even if my head is cut off, it can quickly regenerate. Bone turning into flesh and reversing life and death are very common occurrences."
"How is that possible? Even Kami might not be able to do that!"
Even though the facts were unfolding before her eyes, Zhao Min still couldn't believe it.
"In a way, I could actually be considered half a Terrestrial True Immortal."
Xu Long sighed. His soul had undergone three transformations, reaching a level unimaginable to ordinary cultivators.
When a cultivator advances to S-rank, they only need to undergo a soul transformation and acquire the power of " Minute Subtlety ".
When one advances to the Golden Core Stage, eliminating inner demons, strengthening one 'Dao Heart, and finding one's own path constitutes the second soul transformation.
The third soul transformation occurs during the Mahayana Stage, when Unity of Heaven and Man, comprehends nature, and then ascends to become an immortal.
The Martial Cultivation practitioners have a different lineage; they completed three soul transformations in one go when advancing to S-rank.
Xu Long wouldn't have any inner demons during the Golden Core Stage, nor would he need to Goten during the Mahayana Stage, because he had already overcome those difficulties.
As long as one's cultivation level is sufficient, one can summon Lightning Tribulation at any time to condense Golden Core.
And this was the source of his confidence in scheming against the Xuanming Elders.
"My goal this time is to take advantage of the opportunity to overcome the final hurdle and completely eliminate the Xuanming Elders. Afterwards, I'll find a way to get the Six Great Sects and the Ming Cult to join forces and destroy the Yuan Dynasty in one fell swoop."
Xu Long didn't hide anything and told everyone his plans.
Zhao Min cannot escape his grasp; if he wants Zhao Min to die, Zhao Min must die; if he wants Zhao Min to live, Zhao Min must live.
Once you're in his hands, you can never escape.
"You think you can destroy the Great Yuan? Dream on!"
Zhao Min scoffed, "Don't even mention destroying the Great Yuan, you couldn't even kill the Xuanming Elders. They are among the most powerful masters in the world. Apart from Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect, who else could kill them with a 100% certainty?"
"Wait, you said your name was Zhang Wuji... Zhang Wuji... the son of Zhang Cuishan, Seven Heroes of Wudang, and Yin Susu, the Holy Yin Susu of the Ming Cult? A grand-disciple of Zhang Sanfeng?"
Zhao Min screamed in alarm; this time, she was truly terrified.
Everyone in the martial arts world knows how much Zhang Sanfeng doted on this grand-disciple. He extended the life of a child who should have died long ago by ten years. Who else in the world could do that?
"No wonder you wanted to deal with the Xuanming Elders, so that's why."
Zhao Min seemed to understand something; everything made sense now.
Over the course of more than a decade, Zhang Wuji must have harbored deep hatred for the Xuanming Elders.
As the Number One Under Heaven person in the world, Zhang Sanfeng's strength and skill were beyond imagination, and it was not impossible for him to heal his disciple's injuries.
The reasoning is plausible, but how can the Xuanming Elders be killed?
Those two are renowned figures with exceptional martial arts skills. Unless Zhang Sanfeng personally intervenes, no one can guarantee that they can be killed with 100% certainty.