Translator: Cinder Translations
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Song Wen's thoughts were in disarray, but he felt a strange sensation in his heart.
When A Yao was recounting the events of the Righteous vs. Demonic Battle, there was no sign of indignation or anger on her face; instead, there seemed to be a hint of schadenfreude.
It was important to note that the Hehuan Sect was a major righteous sect. If the righteous side suffered defeat, the losses for the Hehuan Sect should have been considerable.
However, as A Yao continued her story, she quickly clarified Song Wen's confusion.
The sect that suffered the most during this battle was the Mixed Yuan Temple, followed by the Lei family.
The Mixed Yuan Temple's territory was adjacent to that of the Nine Palaces Sect.
Two of their Nascent Soul elders were severely injured, leading to the loss of their original territory, which was taken advantage of by the evil factions and Nine Palaces Sect, who seized two large spirit stone mines and over ten various smaller mines.
Although the Lei family was situated in the heart of the righteous territory and was not plundered by the evil factions, they only had one Nascent Soul cultivator. The injuries suffered during this battle had a significant impact on them.
As for the other three major righteous sects—Hehuan Sect, Beastmaster Sect, and Profound Heaven Sword Sect—their losses were minimal, with only a few low-level disciples affected.
Now, both sides had returned to a situation of relative restraint.
The Corpse Demon Sect had also returned to Corpse Demon Mountain, which had already been rebuilt. However, due to excessive losses among low-level disciples, they were actively recruiting scattered cultivators and those with spiritual roots who had not yet begun their training to replenish their ranks.
At the same time, the Corpse Demon Sect issued a proclamation to the cultivation world, stating that anyone who had left their sect for any reason during the Righteous vs. Demonic Battle could return to the Corpse Demon Sect, and all past grievances would be forgiven.
Upon hearing this news, Song Wen's heart skipped a beat.
At the beginning of the Righteous vs. Demonic Battle, the Sect had mercilessly slaughtered the miscellaneous disciples. Ordinary disciples were regarded by the higher-ups of the Corpse Demon Sect as less than pigs or dogs, equivalent to domesticated livestock.
Returning to the Corpse Demon Sect after betraying the sect was akin to walking into the tiger's den.
Noticing that Song Wen seemed a bit lost in thought, even A Yao, who had been wandering about aimlessly, stopped. With a sorrowful expression, she pressed her ample chest against Song Wen's face, playfully scolding him.
"Let's not talk about such dreary matters; we have precious time together to seize."
Saying this, she began to undress, and shortly afterward, soft gasps filled the air.
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After a while.
A Yao, feeling somewhat drained, scrambled off the bed.
Song Wen, still in a spirited mood, looked quite displeased.
"Where are you going?"
A Yao hastily grabbed a piece of clothing to throw on and muttered complaints.
"What kind of monster are you? I've used all my strength, and you still remain unyielding. I can't take it anymore; I'm going to find two sisters to serve you."
With that, she hurriedly tied her waist belt without caring that she was exposing quite a bit and rushed out the door.
Just a short distance outside the door, she spotted a woman approaching gracefully.
The woman had skin like jade, eyebrows like willows, and eyes like water.
Her attire was dignified and ethereal, setting her apart from the other women in the Hehuan Spring Night Tower, who were more alluring and seductive.
A Yao, in a rush, stopped upon seeing the woman, her face flashing with awe.
"Greetings, Ancestor... Senior Sister."
The mature woman glanced at A Yao's disheveled attire, which hinted at some indecent thoughts, and remarked, "Why are you in such a hurry? What a disgrace."
A Yao, clearly intimidated by the mature woman, hurriedly explained, "The person inside is too strong for me to handle alone; I wanted to find two sisters to help."
The mature woman glanced at the room A Yao had exited, as if some emotion had been stirred.
"Oh? Is he really as formidable as you say?"
A Yao replied, "The disciple wouldn't dare speak recklessly."
The mature woman continued, "You go on ahead. I'll go take a look myself."
A Yao looked at the mature woman in shock.
"You're... going personally?"
The mature woman's expression darkened. "What? Do you think I'm too old to be suitable?"
A Yao's expression turned fearful as she hurriedly responded.
"The disciple wouldn't dare; it's just that the person inside only has Qi Refinement cultivation, which is beneath your status."
"Move aside!"
The mature woman swept past A Yao and headed straight for the room where Song Wen was.
Song Wen was in high spirits, but A Yao's sudden retreat left him feeling somewhat disconcerted.
As he anxiously waited, he suddenly saw a graceful woman push open the door and enter.
The woman was stunningly beautiful, more captivating than fish sinking or geese falling, but what was even more striking was her extraordinary aura.
She moved like a startled swan and flowed like a graceful dragon.
Song Wen could hardly believe that such a woman could appear in the Hehuan Tower.
He immediately became alert. "Who are you?"
The mature woman glanced at Song Wen's lower body. In her bright eyes, a hint of springtime affection surfaced, and an allure began to emanate from her.
In an instant, an ethereal fairy transformed into a bewitching enchantress.
"A Yao is unwell; let me keep the young master company."
Her attire swirled as she stepped forward. In one motion, she pushed Song Wen down and leaned over him.
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Several hours later, the mature woman, having absorbed ample energy, gracefully floated down from the bed, landing at its edge. The scattered clothing on the floor fluttered without wind, automatically rising to adorn her.
With lingering sweetness on her face and flirtatious eyes, she gazed at the semi-dreaming Song Wen.
Her physical body felt light, full of vitality, with rich energy and robust essence.
Unfortunately, her cultivation level was a bit low, making it of little benefit to her practice.
However, she was somewhat enchanted by the vibrant aura radiating from him, feeling as though she had become lighter as a result.
Deep inside, the woman felt a lingering desire and expectation.
After decades of seclusion, to encounter such a youthful beauty immediately upon leaving was truly worth her time in Donghua Square.
A gray small cloth bag suddenly appeared and landed on the bed, and the woman gracefully exited the room.
Outside the room, A Yao was waiting by the door.
"Do not disturb him; let him rest here properly."
"Yes!"
As soon as the mature woman left, Song Wen sat up from the bed.
His expression was quite complex, filled with both desire and trepidation.
The earlier woman was incredibly skilled, providing him with an unprecedented experience.
In his previous life, although he had never married, he had dated several girlfriends and was well aware of matters between men and women.
The experience he just had offered him a brand-new understanding.
It was truly transcendent, leaving one craving more.
Initially, everything was delightful, but just after the conclusion, a mark quietly settled onto Song Wen's body, sending a chill down his spine.
This mark was extremely subtle; normally, with Song Wen's level of spiritual awareness, he wouldn't have detected it.
Only when the consciousness of his spirit sea's black hole activated and attempted to devour the mark did he realize its existence.
He immediately controlled the black hole to disperse, knowing that devouring the mark within the Hehuan Tower would surely alert the mature woman.
The mature woman displayed cultivation at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, yet the mark she left was hidden and difficult to detect, clearly not something a mere Qi Refinement cultivator could possess.
The mature woman's cultivation was incredibly high!
Song Wen's spiritual awareness had already reached the peak level of Foundation Establishment, yet this woman could directly place a mark on him without him noticing. Even an ordinary Golden Core cultivator would find it challenging to do so.
Song Wen picked up the gray small cloth bag beside him. It was a storage bag, and probing with his spiritual awareness, he found it contained hundreds of transparent crystal stones, each the size of a fist.
Medium-grade spirit stones!
Valued at tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones!
Song Wen tucked the storage bag away, got dressed, and exited the room, spotting A Yao still guarding outside the door, causing another wave of nervousness in his heart.
(End of the Chapter)
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