597: Luo Tianying's greatest value at this moment

A Realm Breakthrough?! And from Late Stage Soul Transformation to Perfection at that?!

Is this thing as easy as drinking water or eating a meal?! Just like that?

Back then, it took him decades and countless brushes with death before he luckily succeeded in advancing from Late Stage Soul Transformation to Perfection!

Master's... this confidence is simply too outrageous!

Even though he revered Yao Delong like a god, a sense of absurdity couldn't help but rise in his heart at this moment.

But seeing Yao Delong's deep, calm eyes, which held no hint of a joke, he immediately swallowed all his doubts, leaving only deeper reverence.

"Yes! Master! Xiao Hei will certainly do his utmost to protect Young Miss Qiong Shuang and Senior You Yuan well!"

He patted his chest to guarantee it, his very posture radiating an aura of grim determination.

Yao Delong nodded and casually tossed a bulging Spirit Stone bag to Qiong Shuang:

"Alright, Qiong Shuang, take You Yuan, go stroll around the city, buy things you like, and try the delicacies you want to eat. We will set off tomorrow morning."

Qiong Shuang took the heavy bag, and with a sweep of her Divine Thought, she found at least a thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones inside. Her face instantly lit up with joy, and her large, azure eyes curved into crescent moons!

She cheered and rushed to Yao Delong's side like a fledgling bird returning to the woods. Standing on tiptoe, she planted a kiss that smelled of sweet pastries on Yao Delong's cheek with a "smack":

"Big Brother is the best! Love you!"

After saying that, she excitedly pulled You Yuan, who was still savoring the delicious food:

"Senior You Yuan, let's go! Let's go back to that Fragrant Ten-Mile Street! I heard there are spiritual fruit preserves and ice crystal candied haws!"

As You Yuan was dragged away by Qiong Shuang, she glanced back at Yao Delong meaningfully, then swept a look at the silent Luo Tianying beside him, her lips curling into a knowing, slightly mischievous arc.

Her eyes seemed to say: Kid, take it easy, don't wear the girl out.

Yao Delong remained composed, watching the two "foodies" chatter as they left the private room.

Xiao Hei also sensibly followed them out.

Inside the private room, only Yao Delong and Luo Tianying remained.

The atmosphere instantly became somewhat subtle and stagnant.

Luo Tianying looked at Yao Delong's deep gaze, which was currently resting on her without any avoidance, and her heart skipped a beat!

She instantly recalled that crazy night, and Yao Delong's casual yet chilling words afterward—"You've worked hard for these few days, Senior Sister."

Humiliation, anger, helplessness, and a trace of... something she herself didn't want to admit—a complex feeling brought about by that strange secret technique—surged through her mind like a tide.

Reduced to a prisoner, unable to control her own life or death, even suicide was prevented by that damned Primordial Spirit Restriction!

Could it be... that she was truly going to be used as a Cauldron for cultivation by this sworn enemy, forced to endure desecration time and time again?

Yao Delong didn't have so many romantic thoughts.

In his eyes, Luo Tianying's greatest value at this moment was that she was the daughter of the Mad Extreme Demon Lord, possessed pure Demonic Essence, and had a cultivation Realm similar to his own!

Only by increasing his strength as quickly as possible could he protect himself and those around him during the impending storm!

Time was tight; there was no room for any hesitation!

"Let's go." Yao Delong's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable firmness.

He stepped forward and grabbed Luo Tianying's slightly cool wrist without any hesitation.

Luo Tianying's delicate body trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to pull away, but that hand was like an iron clamp, remaining motionless.

She could feel the scorching temperature radiating from his palm, as well as that irresistible strength.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes struggling for a moment, before finally turning into a silent sigh as she gave up on pointless resistance.

She allowed Yao Delong to pull her toward the upper room upstairs, which had already been booked and secured with layers of Restrictions.

The heavy door closed, shutting out all sounds from the outside world.

Several glowing Restriction runes lit up on the walls, doors, and windows, completely sealing the room.

Inside the room, candlelight flickered, casting ambiguous shadows.

Yao Delong released her hand, walked to the table, poured himself a cup of cold tea, and looked calmly at Luo Tianying, whose expression was changing complexly.

"Senior Sister," his voice sounded exceptionally clear in the silent room, "Will you come over yourself, or... shall I do it?" His tone was flat, yet carried a pressure that made one's heart palpitate.

Luo Tianying's pretty face instantly flushed red! Like a ripe peach.

Her chest heaved violently, and her eyes were filled with shame, indignation, humiliation, and a trace of indescribable confusion and... fear?

She remembered the previous experience, that terrifying feeling of her body being completely controlled and her consciousness sinking into an endless sea of desire...

She and Yao Delong were originally from the righteous and demonic paths, like fire and water.

She infiltrated the Yin Yang Sect for the great cause of the Demonic Sect; he captured her to eliminate a scourge for his Sect.

This was originally a conflict of stances, a deadlock of life and death.

But unfortunately... this lecher was not using the plundering techniques of the demonic path!

Instead, it was the method of Yin-Yang Harmony, profound and mysterious, balancing Yin and Yang, merging like water and milk.

When the last Dual Cultivation ended, she clearly felt that her long-stagnant cultivation had actually improved a little!

That faint sense of power enhancement was, for a Cultivator, a temptation that went deep into the marrow!

This plunged her into an unprecedented abyss of contradiction: should she uphold the dignity of the Demonic Sect Saintess and refuse to yield even in death?

Or... for that sliver of possibility to become stronger, temporarily submit to the enemy?

Yao Delong watched Luo Tianying's eyes shift uncertainly, and seeing she still hadn't made a move, his patience finally ran out.

What he needed was efficiency, not pointless hesitation!

"It seems Senior Sister needs help." Yao Delong put down the teacup, took a step forward, and instantly closed the distance between the two.

Luo Tianying let out a cry of surprise and subconsciously backed away, but her back hit the cold wall!

Yao Delong's tall figure loomed over her, carrying a strong masculine aura and an unquestionable aggressiveness.

"You... Mmph!" She just wanted to reprimand him, when a large hand with thin calluses, yet exceptionally nimble, had already touched the collar of her palace robes.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, those exquisite and intricate buttons seemed to be imbued with life, silently popping open.

Her snow-white, delicate skin, like top-grade mutton-fat jade, accompanied by the fragrance of orchids, was instantly exposed to the cool air!

Luo Tianying was both ashamed and anxious. Her hands instinctively covered the breathtaking, rounded fullness on her chest, trying to block that scorching gaze. But Yao Delong's movements were faster and more domineering!

Rip!

The exquisite outer palace robe was like fragile silk, easily torn apart and sliding onto the carpet.

Only the thin, cicada-wing-like undergarment remained, outlining her breathtaking, exquisite curves.

"Ah!" Luo Tianying let out a short cry, her body tensing up like a startled deer.

Yao Delong, however, no longer gave her any chance to hesitate. He leaned over, his powerful arms passing through the backs of her knees, while his other hand wrapped around her smooth back, suddenly lifting her up horizontally!

"Let me go! Yao Delong! You bastard!"

Luo Tianying was filled with shame and anger, her small fists pounding against Yao Delong's chest, but the force was negligible, like scratching an itch.

Yao Delong turned a deaf ear, striding toward the bed covered with a soft quilt, and gently laid her down.

The soft touch did not bring the slightest sense of security; instead, it plunged her into deeper helplessness.