The Nine Yin Appointment, the Demonesses' Exquisite Anticipation

On the soft couch in the hall.

"My dear nemesis, your health is truly killing me..."

Hong Yao wore a scarlet silk bodice as thin as a cicada's wing.

Her long, slender legs, encased in semi-transparent black silk, were kneeling beside Dongfang Yueming. Her soft, nail-painted hands were gently and tenderly massaging his shoulders.

Feeling the vast and powerful pure yang blood energy within Dongfang Yueming's body, which had just broken through to the middle grade and was as tangible as a substance, Hong Yao's watery and alluring eyes were filled with irrepressible lust and infatuation.

She leaned down slightly, her breathtakingly fair skin half-hidden, half-revealed, and breathed sweetly into Dongfang Yueming's ear:

"Once you've completely stabilized your Mid-Grade Spirit Root, I'll bring out my most treasured dual cultivation technique... Then, I'll let you do whatever you want with me..."

Faced with the allure of such a stunning beauty that could drive any man in the world mad, Dongfang Yueming remained calm and composed. He merely raised his hand slightly, his fingertips sliding down Hong Yao's smooth, jade-like back with remarkable ease.

Just as this enchanting atmosphere was about to heat up again.

"Buzz--!"

Outside the hall, a blinding pink transmission talisman suddenly pierced through the bamboo garden's array and exploded in mid-air.

"By my decree! Order outer disciple Dongfang Yueming to come to the Nine Yin Hall immediately... for an audience!"

Ji Meiniang's languid, soft, yet undeniably authoritative husky voice echoed through the hall. Especially the last two words, "to pay homage," were drawn out, conveying an almost impatient, seductive tone.

I heard that sound.

Hong Yao's delicate body stiffened slightly, and an undisguised bitterness and disappointment instantly appeared on her pretty face, which was flushed.

She knew this day had finally come.

This peerless dragon, whom she had personally "cultivated," was finally going to fulfill the absurd promises made by those two high and mighty witches.

"Go on, you little devil..."

Hong Yao reluctantly withdrew from Dongfang Yueming, straightening his slightly disheveled robes, her eyes reddening slightly. "The Ancestor and Senior Sister Ziyuan... they must be impatient. When you go to the Nine Yin Hall, be careful. Those two great deities are not something someone like me from a small sect can compare to..."

Dongfang Yueming smiled gently and reached out to pinch Hong Yao's cheek, "Don't worry, Sister Yao'er, Yueming knows what she's doing."

Having said that, he calmly stood up and walked out of the bamboo garden.

At this moment, the atmosphere Nine Yin Hall had reached an extreme level of decadence.

The once empty and desolate hall was now completely shrouded by layers upon layers of pink silk gauze curtains. Inside, a precious "Dragon Saliva Acacia Incense" was burning, its sweet, rich, and exotic fragrance, enough to make any cultivator's blood surge, was relentlessly permeating every corner of the hall.

In the very center of the main hall, there was a snow-white fox-fur couch that was at least ten feet wide.

"Master... is this really alright...?"

Beside the soft couch, the usually aloof and unapproachable Senior Sister Ziyuan was now facing away from the palace door, so ashamed that she almost buried her head in her chest.

The conservative purple flowing dress she used to wear was nowhere to be seen. In its place was a tight-fitting, backless, and shockingly short plain white lace cheongsam!

The cheongsam perfectly hugged her slender yet voluptuous figure. Especially her long, straight, and flawless legs, which were tightly encased in pure white silk stockings. And through the extremely lewd openwork patterns on the sides of the cheongsam, her snow-white skin was faintly visible, bringing the contrast of "fallen fairy" to its most exquisite peak.

Ziyuan bit her full red lips tightly, feeling the taut lace cheongsam clinging to her waist and hips.

"Shut up, you spineless girl."

On the soft couch, Ji Meiniang's seductive voice slowly rose.

This peerless female demon, at the Golden Core Stage, was currently lounging lazily on a white fox fur.

She wore a black, deep-V, form-fitting silk cheongsam, the slit of which went all the way up to her waist! Her voluptuous, long legs, encased in exquisite black silk stockings, were exposed to the air without reservation. The sheen of the black stockings complemented her mature, alluring, snow-white skin, exuding a breathtakingly seductive charm.

She rested her chin on her hand, her captivating eyes gazing at the flushed Ziyuan, a playful yet wicked smile playing on her lips.

"He's just a little guy who's only just condensed Mid-Grade Spirit Root, and he's scaring you like this?"

Ji Meiniang stretched out her full, jade-like feet, encased in black silk stockings. "Don't forget, today we're going to test the quality of this peerless furnace. If it truly possesses such heaven-defying yang energy..."

Ji Meiniang licked her red lips, her eyes filled with undisguised greed and lust. "Then tonight, we, master and disciple, will enjoy an unprecedented feast in this Nine Yin Hall."

Just as the master and disciple were exchanging words...

"Squeak--"

The heavy, dark gold gate of the Nine Yin Hall groaned and slowly opened to both sides.

As the gate opened, a tall, elegant figure in a blue robe, bathed in the sunlight outside the hall, stepped unhurriedly into this Demon Cave of iniquity filled with decadent fragrance.

The moment Dongfang Yueming stepped into the main hall, both the alluring Ji Meiniang and the humiliated Ziyuan simultaneously felt an extremely terrifying and vast Pure Yang True Qi, like the arrival of the great sun, rushing towards them!

That was a flawless, perfect, mid-grade pure yang pressure!

Looking at the handsome young man walking slowly towards them.

Ji Meiniang's voluptuous legs, encased in black stockings, involuntarily crossed slightly. A bewitching smile, capable of captivating all beings and enchanting to the very core, instantly bloomed on her incomparably Wushuang face.

"My little rascal... you've finally arrived..."

With a calm expression, Dongfang Yueming walked steadily through the layers of pink silk gauze curtains. With each step he took, a trace of the vast and pure mid-grade Pure Yang True Qi within his body would leak out, forcing the yin and demonic qi in the hall to retreat step by step.

When he walked up to the huge white fox fur couch, he looked down at the pair of witches and disciples who were considered unparalleled in the cultivation Immortal Realm.

On the left is the aloof and proud Ziyuan.

The tight-fitting, plain white lace cheongsam perfectly accentuated her graceful waist and full curves.

She pressed her red lips tightly together, and when her cool gaze met the boy's deep gaze, she hurriedly looked away. Her originally fair neck was already flushed red, like a fallen fairy about to fall to earth.

On the right is the mature and alluring Ji Meiniang.

Beneath the black silk cheongsam with its waist-high slit, a pair of plump, long legs wrapped in the finest black silk were crossed.

She reclined languidly on the white fox fur, the deep V-neck revealing breathtakingly smooth, snowy breasts that rose and fell with her breath, as if they might leap out at any moment. Her alluring eyes, like silken threads, brazenly scanned Dongfang Yueming from head to toe, like a hungry leopard eyeing its most delicious prey.

"Disciple Dongfang Yueming greets the Ancestor and Senior Sister."

Dongfang Yueming slightly cupped his hands, his voice clear and bright, showing no trace of worldly infatuation or being seduced by beauty.

"Hehehe... you little rascal, now that you're here, why are you still calling me 'Ancestor'?"

Ji Meiniang sat up with a coquettish laugh, her long, black-stockinged legs tracing an alluring arc across the couch before landing directly on Dongfang Yueming's knee.

"Call me Meiniang... or, you may call me Master."

Her breath was fragrant, and the rich scent of a mature woman instantly enveloped the young man.

"I was right about you. Twenty days, without any resources, you achieved a mid-grade Pure Yang cultivation. Such talent would be treasured and revered even by the most powerful sects in the Central Divine Continent."

"Now that you've passed my test, these black and white stockings are entirely yours. You can play with them however you like, knead them however you want; we, master and disciple, will not resist in the slightest..."

Hearing such explicit and vulgar words, Ziyuan was so ashamed that she wished she could disappear into the ground, but she dared not disobey her master's orders.

However, faced with the double temptation of such an unparalleled beauty that could drive any man mad on the spot.

Dongfang Yueming simply smiled slightly, took half a step back, and dodged Ji Meiniang's teasing jade fingers.

"I am Yueming humbled and honored by your kindness, Ancestor."

"However, Yueming's heart yearns for the Dao. Now that he has achieved the intermediate level, Yueming dares to... ask the Ancestor for the third chapter of the ' Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art '."