Chapter 190 A Hidden Affection in the Pink Mist

In the far north of the Secret Realm, at the junction of the ice plains and the land of lava, the scenery was strange. To the left, a thousand miles were frozen, with biting cold winds; to the right, lava flowed horizontally, and the heat waves were scorching. The two were clearly demarcated, neither encroaching on the other, forming a natural, spectacular boundary.

A team of Cultivators dressed in Daoist robes was standing here. On their robes, star charts embroidered with silver thread shimmered with obscure light, reflected by the faint glow of the two worlds of ice and fire. They were Disciples of the Xuantian Sect.

The person leading them was a tall, calm-tempered youth. His face was like jade, his eyes lowered, yet his gaze was lively and profound, as if reflecting thousands of galaxies. At this moment, he was staring at one of the objects in his hand—a gentle jade ruler. The ruler's brilliance was restrained, and countless fine runes seemed to flicker on it, as if silently deducing the mysteries of heaven and earth. In his other hand, he held an ancient bronze compass, its needle trembling slightly, firmly pointing in a certain direction.

This person was the Xuantian Sect Saint, Zhou Tianyan.

In the distant sky, that dark red pillar of Devilish Qi, connecting heaven and earth and exuding an ominous and destructive aura, naturally fell into the eyes of this group. The violent Devilish Qi stirred the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, making people feel oppressed even from a great distance.

"Saint, such intense Devilish Qi." A Disciple beside him stepped forward, his tone grave. "Looking at this situation, it must be that someone has suffered from Qi Deviation while Cultivating!"

The other Disciples naturally also saw the dark red pillar of Devilish Qi in the distant sky, all of them looking grave with hidden wariness in their eyes.

"This Demonic Path Cultivator's cultivation level has likely reached Soul Transformation, or even higher!" a slightly older Disciple said in a deep voice.

"Looking at the position, it seems to be in the far north ice plains. The environment there is harsh and rarely visited by people; how could someone become possessed by the Demonic Path there?" another person wondered.

A handsome young Disciple stepped forward and bowed to Zhou Tianyan: "Saint, Demonic Path evildoers should be executed by everyone. Should we go and investigate, and if possible, eliminate them to avoid harming our Fellow Daoists in the Secret Realm?"

Zhou Tianyan heard this and slowly turned his head. His gaze swept past that heaven-reaching demonic light, but the corners of his mouth curled into a faint, slightly mocking arc.

"Exterminate demons and defend the Dao?" His voice was clear but carried a kind of indifference, as if it had nothing to do with him. "Junior Brother Zhao, you have not been on the path for long, and your Heart-Nature still retains innocence. This person's aura is extremely violent, evidently deeply possessed by the Demonic Path, and their strength is unfathomable. The primary task of our trip is to explore the 'Heavenly Secret Legacy' left by the Ancestral Master, which concerns the future Luck of our Xuantian Sect. How can we lose sight of the big picture and create unnecessary complications?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Disciples, his tone flat but carrying unquestionable authority: "Besides, in the Secret Realm, life and death are fated, and wealth is determined by heaven. What does the safety of others have to do with our Xuantian Sect? As long as that Devil Head does not come to provoke us, we do not need to meddle in this business. Better a dead Fellow Daoist than a dead me, understand?"

Junior Brother Zhao's face showed a struggle, and he stammered, not daring to speak again. The other Disciples also bowed their heads in agreement, and although they each had their own thoughts, no one dared to defy the Saint's will.

Zhou Tianyan stopped looking at the demonic light and lowered his head to stare at the compass in his hand. He saw that in the center of the compass, a barely perceptible golden thread extended, swaying and pointing to a certain direction in the distance.

"Continue following the guidance of the Heavenly Secret; the entrance to the Legacy should not be far." A glint flashed in his eyes, and he waved his sleeve, saying, "Do not delay the time."

"Yes!"

The Disciples responded in unison, following closely behind Zhou Tianyan, turning into streams of light and speeding toward the direction guided by the compass, soon disappearing into the depths of the strange landscape where ice and fire intertwined. As for the heaven-reaching Devilish Qi, and the existence that might be struggling or going crazy at the source of the Devilish Qi, they had already been thrown to the back of their minds. The Dao of the Xuantian Sect is to comply with the Heavenly Secret and pry into fate. As for whether others' fates are to fall into the Demonic Path or ascend to become an Immortal, what does it have to do with them?

At the same time, in the southwest of the Secret Realm, in a boundless desert.

Yellow sand filled the sky, the scorching sun burned the air, and heat waves distorted the view. However, in the depths of this dead, silent desert, there was a strange sight.

The phantom of a towering temple stood in the desert like a mirage. The temple was cast entirely of gold and glazed tile, blooming with ten thousand feet of soft and solemn golden Buddha Power under the scorching sun, forming a sharp contrast with the desolate desert around it. Sounds of Sanskrit chanting echoed, and sandalwood incense curled up, making people subconsciously feel peaceful in their hearts and want to prostrate themselves.

The Mount Sumeru team was stopping in front of this strange temple. The leading Buddhist Saint was young and handsome, wearing a white monk's robe inside and a light golden kasaya outside, holding a Buddhist staff. His whole body was faintly surrounded by Buddha light, his appearance solemn; it was Liao Chen. Behind him followed dozens of ordinary Buddhist Disciples, all with their hands pressed together, their faces solemn.

"Amitabha." Liao Chen looked at the phantom of the temple in front of him, excitement and piety flashing in his eyes. "This place is illuminated by Buddha light, Sanskrit sounds echo, and there is even the residual aura of an ancient Buddha; it must be a Holy Land left by our Buddhist predecessors. Everyone, a great Opportunity is right before our eyes; you all must hold reverence in your hearts and chant Buddhist scriptures."

"We respectfully follow the Buddhist Saint's decree." The monks responded in unison.

Liao Chen took a deep breath and stepped forward first, walking toward the red-gold gate of the temple. When he approached, the gate opened silently to both sides, revealing the deep corridor behind it.

The monks filed in one after another.

The interior of the temple was far more vast and profound than it looked from the outside, as if it were a space of its own. The corridors were winding, and the pillars were carved with flying Apsaras, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats... lifelike. On the walls on both sides were huge, colorful murals.

The content of the murals was all-encompassing: there was a Buddha attaining enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, with heavenly flowers falling and golden lotuses springing from the ground; there were Bodhisattvas with lowered eyebrows, hand-pinching orchid fingers, showing compassion to the six realms; there were Vajras with angry eyes, huge and incomparable, subduing external demons; there was a Buddha preaching, with thousands of laypeople and the Eight Legions listening to the wonderful Dharma; there were also depictions of the appearance of Hell, layer by layer, warning the world... Each one contained profound Buddhist principles and majestic Buddha Power, and just by taking a glance, one felt their heart and spirit being cleansed.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" A young monk could not help but exclaim. "Such murals contain the true meaning of the supreme Buddhist Dharma; if one can meditate here, it is better than chanting Buddhist scriptures for a hundred years!"

Liao Chen also had a strange light in his eyes, walking slowly in the corridor, carefully observing every mural. He could feel that these murals were not just decorations, but possibly various Legacies and various tests. His gaze finally stopped in front of a mural depicting "The Buddha picks a flower, and Kasyapa smiles," thoughtful.

"Buddhist Saint, there is light ahead, it seems to be the main hall." A Disciple reminded him.

Liao Chen then withdrew his gaze and nodded: "Let's go, to the main hall. The true Opportunity might just be there."

The monks, filled with a pilgrimage-like mood, walked along the corridor toward the main hall in the depths of the temple, where the sound of bells and chimes faintly came, and the Buddha light was the strongest. The sand and wind of the desert were isolated outside; inside the temple, there was only tranquility, peace, and vast Buddhist intent.

On the other side, the moment Mu Changge stepped out of the cave, the scene before him made him slightly stunned.

Outside the cave, it was unknown when it had been shrouded in a thick, dreamlike pink mist. This mist was not static, but flowed and surged slowly as if it had life, dyeing the surrounding mountains, forests, stone walls, and even this piece of heaven and earth with a layer of ambiguous warm tones. A sweet, intoxicating exotic fragrance permeated the mist, and inhaling it through the mouth and nose actually made one's blood and Qi slightly float, heart and spirit swaying, and all kinds of beautiful illusions seemed to appear before one's eyes. This pink mist was like a huge and exquisite soul-bewitching array, quietly isolating this area from the outside world.

Mu Changge looked at the mist in front of him, understanding in his heart, knowing that this must be Meiying's doing, used to cover up the movements inside the cave and guard against outsiders peeking. He secretly operated the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art, a flash of clarity in his eyes, swallowing up the sweet and greasy aura that invaded his heart and spirit.

And just at this moment, the pink mist in front of him suddenly rolled violently, like boiling water. The mist quickly gathered and condensed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a graceful, breathtakingly slim figure.

— It was Meiying.

At this moment, she was only loosely wearing a Yaochi female Disciple's dress that was obviously not fitting. The light pink gauze dress was wrapped around her plump and graceful body, but it appeared tight due to the size issue. Not only did it fail to cover her, but it instead highlighted those shocking curves. The lapel was stretched slightly open, revealing a dazzling expanse of snow-white and deep cleavage; her slender waist was unbearable to hold, and under the skirt, a pair of straight, long, glowing white jade legs were almost completely exposed to the air, her exquisite jade feet bare, lazily stepping on the mist.

Although her clothing was "skimpy," it could not diminish her charm in the slightest. Instead, it added a kind of forbidden, fatal attraction that was waiting to be picked. Her face was still breathtakingly beautiful, her eyebrows and eyes full of spring, and her eyes seemed to contain a pool of spring water that could drown people as they turned. Her red lips were naturally vermilion without makeup, and the slightly upturned arc was soul-stirring. The seductive aura permeating her whole body was a hundred times more intense than this pink mist; that was the temptation originating from the essence of the soul, pointing directly to the deepest desires of the human heart.

Mu Changge's gaze fell slightly on her. Even though he had just had extreme pleasure with Senior Sister Yun Qingyao not long ago, at this moment, a wave of heat still uncontrollably surged under his lower abdomen, and his throat felt a little dry. He couldn't help but click his tongue secretly in his heart: 'This female ghost is truly a natural enchantress, a bone-eroding beauty!'

Meiying appeared, and her charming, hook-like eyes stuck to Mu Changge for the first time. She looked at her master carefully from head to toe, especially lingering for a moment on a faint red mark on his neck (unconsciously left by Yun Qingyao), and then giggled, her laughter like jade beads falling on a plate, both soft and charming, drilling directly into the seams of one's bones.

"Master, you finally decided to come out!" She floated closer, her swaying posture enchanting, her voice so sweet that it could drip honey.

Before Mu Changge could react, Meiying's whole body stuck to him like a soft, boneless spirit snake. Her two lotus-root-like arms wrapped around one of Mu Changge's hands like water grass, hugging it tightly, embedding it deeply into her astonishingly soft and greasy body. At the same time, her long jade legs were slightly raised, hooking and wrapping around Mu Changge's waist like a vine, and her whole person almost hung on him.

With warm fragrance and soft jade in his arms, an astonishing feeling slowly came, and the sweet and greasy fragrance went straight into his nose. Meiying looked up with that perfect face, breathing like an orchid, almost sticking to Mu Changge's lips, and said coquettishly: "Master, you were having such a good time with the Saintess inside... Poor me, guarding outside all alone, listening to those shameful noises, my heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat, waiting so hard!"

As she spoke, she moved the place where she was clamping Mu Changge's arm, and her delicate body leaned in even tighter, leaving no gap at all.

Mu Changge's breathing stagnated from her sudden crazy offensive, and the evil fire in his body burned even more fiercely. He could clearly feel the astonishing softness coming from his arm, so he quickly calmed down and operated his Cultivation Technique, turning his head away, not daring to look at her charming eyes that seemed to be able to suck away his soul. Mu Changge stretched out his hand and helplessly stroked her soft long hair, his voice carrying a trace of imperceptible hoarseness: "Alright, stop making trouble. You've worked hard this time; if you have any requests, just ask."

Meiying's eyes lit up instantly, like a kitten that had stolen fish. But she didn't immediately state her request, instead pouting her red lips slightly, making a proud and spoiled appearance, and hummed softly: "That's more like it. Master, you must remember, you owe me a request! Don't you dare go back on your word when the time comes!"

Her playful and seductive appearance made Mu Changge's heart sway again.

Seeming to feel that just hugging was not enough, Meiying's jade hands began to become restless, her fingertips tracing over his chest and waist as if there was nothing, and finally, surprisingly...

"Hiss—" Mu Changge suddenly gasped, his whole body stiffening as if electrocuted. This enchantress! She actually! He could clearly feel his fingers and even his palm being guided to cover an unspeakably dangerous place! What was even more deadly was that this female ghost also extremely maliciously moved slightly!

In an instant, all the briefly suppressed feelings flared up again, and then rushed straight to the top of his head. Mu Changge suddenly woke up from that beautiful and ambiguous atmosphere, cursing secretly in his heart: 'This enchantress, she's really deadly!'

He forcibly suppressed his strange feeling, his arm slightly exerted force, with a trace of unquestionable strength, and "peeled" Meiying, who was entangled on him like an octopus, then retreated half a step in a slightly hurried manner, opening up some distance.

"Ahem!" He cleared his somewhat dry throat, trying to make his voice sound calm and serious. "I know. You did a good job." He was naturally referring to Meiying's behavior of covering and guarding with pink mist, trying to bring the topic back on track.

Meiying was "pushed away," but she was not angry. Her large, charming eyes instantly clouded with a layer of mist, her red lips slightly flattened, and she glanced at him with resentment, as if accusing him of "not understanding the romance."

Mu Changge felt his scalp tingle from her gaze, and he dared not stay any longer, for fear that if he stayed for another moment, he would really not be able to control himself and stage another "great battle" in this open, wild wilderness. He turned his head slightly to avoid Meiying's hook-like gaze, and ordered in a slightly faster tone: "I still have some things to handle. You stay here and take good care of the inside of the cave; you must ensure her safety."

After speaking, without waiting for Meiying's response, his figure flashed and turned into an afterimage, rushing toward the direction outside the pink mist in a slightly "embarrassed" manner, quite like fleeing in a panic.

"Master, don't run!" Meiying shouted coquettishly from behind him, using that voice that could make one's bones go soft, watching his hurriedly departing back, the resentment in her eyes almost turning into substance.

She stood barefoot on the surging pink mist, gently pouting her lips, a trace of faint loss and unspeakable loneliness passing over her beautiful face. But soon, this emotion was hidden, and she raised that charming smile that could overturn all living beings again. Not knowing what she thought of, the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Hmph, Master... you can't run away!" She whispered to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

Immediately, she turned into a wisp of pink mist again, silently blending into the surrounding sky-filling pink miasma, disappearing completely, leaving only that sweet and intoxicating exotic fragrance still drifting in the forest, guarding the woman in the cave who was fusing the Spirit Pearl and comprehending the sword technique.

And the fleeing Mu Changge, until he completely left the range covered by the pink mist, was blown by the cold wind in the mountains, only then did he feel the restless, strange feeling in his body slightly subside. He looked back at the direction of the valley covered by the pink mist, smiled bitterly, and shook his head.

"This female ghost... is really going to be the death of me!"