Demon Dance
After the Divine Sense internet function was activated, not only Hu Mang started to try some new tricks, but other Heavenly Gate people also started to try some new tricks. The first to take the lead were various types of live streamers, such as the one who broke through in Demon Metropolis.
This guy is at least on the right path; at least his live streams are related to cultivation.
Many who take the Evil Dao go to great lengths, such as online spiritual communication and online possession, especially temporary possession in activities unsuitable for children.
Of course, such actions will soon be blocked and cracked down on.
The Divine Sense internet has further adjusted the "signal frequency," making "remote connection" technically impossible.
However, where there are policies, there are countermeasures; such borderline behavior is inevitable.
Moreover, once one can scan with Divine Sense, ordinary dances lose their appeal. Special dance Cultivation Method like the Dance of the Eighteen Heavenly Devils, the Frost-Silk Immortal-Bewitching Dance, and the Mysterious Lady's Soul-Bewitching Dance, which possess a captivating charm and intoxicate the mind, were once required courses for witches and enchantresses in ancient times, and are now becoming popular.
In the live stream, the female cultivators dressed in colorful dance costumes, under the blessing of Divine Sense, carried a subtle yet alluring power in every movement. Their every gesture captivated the audience's senses, drawing them in involuntarily and even affecting their Law Power and stimulating their Divine Sense.
Of course, once the Divine Sense is severed, there will be no more unusual phenomena, nor will there be any effect of manipulating people's minds.
Because those accounts were effective, another batch were banned.
Those "stepmothers" who skirted the edges of Huang Jiayou's image are the high-quality streamers in this field.
Among the stepmothers, there are quite a few female monsters and spirits, the kind who would have sucked people's life force in ancient times, and dancing this kind of dance is their old profession.
It's fortunate that Old Master Huang mastered the dual Cultivation Method; otherwise, he would have died young due to kidney deficiency.
Hu Mang eventually persuaded Huang Jiayou, since it didn't matter who he performed for. However, Hu Mang soon made a new request: to respect these "elders," they wouldn't meet in person, but could simply connect with them using their Divine Sense while they were cultivating, and then perform together.
Since he had already agreed, Huang Jiayou had no objection to this pointless act.
As for his beautiful stepmothers, they quickly agreed with smiles on their faces after receiving a bag of Spirit Stone as a gift from Hu Mang.
After all, the purity of this Spirit Stone is quite high.
Soon, Huang Media building was emptied of all unauthorized personnel.
Hu Mang sat cross-legged on the first floor, holding a Supreme-Grade Spirit Stone in his hand.
Huang Jiayou's eyes widened the moment he saw the Spirit Stone, his gaze fixed on the pure spiritual liquid flowing inside.
Hu Mang glanced at the other party.
"You can have whatever's left after you finish using it."
"Alright, Young Master Hu, you go ahead and cultivate, I'll guard the gate for you!"
The Huang Jiayou immediately perked up and scurried away.
So only Hu Mang remained on the field.
Hu Mang did not immediately begin cultivation. Instead, he took out the small Buddha figure engraved with the "Yugi Sutra" and studied it word by word.
Wisdom King Aizen, this esoteric Buddhist deity, does not actually "abstain from Lust Abstinence," that is, cut off desires. Instead, he transforms desires, turning the defiled love and lust into the motivation for great compassion and altruism in his practice, and guiding sentient beings to realize emptiness and attain enlightenment from the afflictions of love and lust.
Hu Mang didn't have such grand ambitions; he just wanted to cultivate a statue of a wise king.
It may even be necessary to arouse desire through suggestive means, and then subdue that desire.
This was the only method he could think of to practice Vajrasattva.
Soon, the group of livestreaming "stepmothers" that Hu Mang had notified began to connect with him Divine Sense, and Hu Mang immediately "saw" the shadowy figures of "beautiful women."
"Is this guy even capable of handling it? He's asking all of my stepmothers to come at him at once, and these stepmothers aren't exactly weak."
At this very moment, Huang Jiayou, who was squatting in the security room watching the surveillance footage, muttered to himself.
As a second-generation demon, although he hadn't attended university, he was still an outstanding individual who had completed nine years of compulsory education. He naturally understood that while demons' cultivation aptitude couldn't compare to humans—most demons were only at the stage of having six of their seven orifices open—demons also possessed their own unique abilities, especially mountain spirits, whose most proficient skill was "Seeking a Verbal Bestowal."
This is what is known as "Seeking a Bestowal of Legitimacy," a ritual performed when wild animal spirits reach a bottleneck in their cultivation. They stop passersby to ask questions, using the words of mortals to complete their transformation and advance their cultivation.
Among them, the most skilled at "Seeking a Verbal Bestowal" are indeed the two families of Hu and Huang, namely the Great Fox Immortal and the Great Yellow Immortal.
His stepmothers, being members of the Huang Household and often referred to as demons, naturally learned the Huang Household's signature skills as well.
But compared to the ancient monsters who might not see a living person even once every month or so in the desolate mountains, his group of stepmothers saw countless people every day and begged for titles countless times.
So, without Grandpa Huang, these stepmothers have become increasingly beautiful and radiant, all thanks to their online Seeking a Verbal Bestowal.
Besides having a built-in cosmetic effect, this kind of "Seeking a Verbal Bestowal" can also increase Law Power. Although the increase in Law Power at one time is not much, it adds up when done many times.
The reason Huang Jiayou was willing to become the third-generation head of Pine Peak Security was not because he had any affection for the company, but because Eighth Master Hui said that if he ran the company well, Eighth Master Hui would pass on the Demon Race's subsequent Cultivation Method to him, and then arrange for his group of stepmothers to achieve the Golden Core stage.
Although Demon Core is not as good as Golden Core, with a bunch of stepmothers in the Core Formation Stage as his backers, Huang Jiayou can now walk sideways in Pine Peak!
The Five Great Households are nothing compared to the Huang Household, who stands tall and proud!
In other words, his group of stepmothers are all very experienced now, and he's afraid that Hu Mang won't be able to handle them.
The moment the Divine Sense connection was established, Hu Mang's consciousness was quickly pulled into a space that did not belong to reality.
It was a hazy courtyard, as if shrouded in a thin veil.
The moonlight was dim, the lamplight was yellowish, and the air was filled with a sweet and ambiguous scent of flowers and perfume, as if something was fermenting in the shadows.
In the center of the courtyard, seven or eight figures stood silhouetted against the moonlight. Their outlines appeared somewhat unreal, their edges slightly blurred, as if they were being viewed through a layer of flowing water.
The first to move was the woman standing at the very front.
Her face was indistinct in the moonlight, but her eyes were exceptionally bright, like two precious gems immersed in water, with a moist and alluring luster.
Her body began to sway in a rhythm that defied human anatomy; it wasn't dancing, but more like the tentative swaying of a snake before coiling around its prey.
Her shoulders and hips drew arcs in opposite directions, and her spine, like a living thing, slid under her skin, causing her waist to undulate in waves.
As she writhed, her clothes slipped off piece by piece, like a snake shedding its skin, falling silently to the ground, revealing skin covered with a layer of fine, downy hair. The hair was light brown, gleaming softly in the moonlight, making her look both human and some kind of wild beast that had not yet fully transformed.
The figures behind her also began to join in.
Their dances were all different. Some were as light and cunning as foxes, their toes barely making a sound as they touched the ground, leaving afterimages as they flipped in the air. Others were as supple and agile as weasels, able to make twisting movements that human joints could not possibly accomplish, as if they had no bones. Still others were bolder, pressing themselves directly against him, lingering on the edge of the Hu Mang's senses, occasionally brushing their fingertips or the ends of their hair lightly across the boundary of his Divine Sense, bringing a tingling, electric sensation.
Their faces were sometimes clear and sometimes blurry in the moonlight—when clear, you could see the meaningful smiles on their lips; when blurry, all that remained were two eyes burning with eerie green flames, staring straight at him in the darkness.
A low, murmuring sound began to fill the air.
The sound didn't come from any specific direction, but rather flooded into his senses from all directions at the same time, like someone softly calling his name from a very far place, or like the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.
The murmurs were interspersed with intermittent laughter, sometimes clear as bells, sometimes hoarse as sandpaper, alternating so that it was impossible to tell how many people were talking or what language they were speaking. But the voices themselves possessed a strange magic, making people involuntarily prick up their ears to listen, wanting to hear what they were saying.
The moonlight in the courtyard began to change color. The originally silvery-white moonlight gradually took on a pale pink halo as the figures danced, as if something was spreading in the air, immersing the entire space in an ambiguous, slightly intoxicating atmosphere.
The silhouettes of those figures became even more blurred and ethereal under the pink moonlight, as if they might vanish into thin air at any moment, but they always reformed at the very last second before disappearing, and each time they reformed, they were one step closer than before.
Squeezing along the edge is a skill!
Despite the absence of any behavior unsuitable for children, Hu Mang had a completely different feeling.
The pink moonlight, as if alive, silently seeped into the depths of his consciousness through the connection of his Divine Sense.
At first, it was just a faint warmth, like taking the first sip of warm wine on a winter's day, warming you from your throat all the way to your stomach, making you unconsciously lower your guard.
But soon, that warmth began to change; it was no longer gentle, but turned into a kind of heat that rose from his Dantian and spread upwards along his meridians, as if a fiery serpent was slowly crawling inside his body.
The Hu Mang's breathing became heavy and labored. He could feel his heart pounding faster, and the sound of his blood rushing through his veins became clearer, like a river roaring in his ears. His skin began to heat up, and a thin layer of sweat seeped out, glistening faintly in the moonlight.
His vision began to blur; the figures dancing in the courtyard multiplied, one becoming two, two becoming four, layer upon layer swaying before his eyes, making it impossible to distinguish which were real and which were illusions.
His thoughts began to thicken; those once clear ideas, as if soaked in honey, became sluggish and sticky, making it difficult to concentrate.
He tried to calm his mind by silently reciting the verses from the Yugi Sutra, but the familiar verses were now fragmented in his mind, like pages of paper scattered by the wind, impossible to piece together.
Instead, he was struck by the shadowy figures, the velvety fur that gleamed in the moonlight, and the low murmurs and intermittent laughter that lingered in his consciousness, impossible to shake off.
An invisible flame ignited in his chest; it was neither the Profound Yin Devil Fire nor the Wisdom King Fire, but the fire of his heart!