537: Chapter 537 Helping the Immortal Lord Exorcise Demons

"I can agree to help you! But what if you kill me afterward?"

Qin Wushang raised his eyes, looked at her, and questioned coldly.

This had to be guarded against!

Who knew if these women who had lived for countless ages would just turn their backs on you after the deed.

"Do you think I can kill you?"

"Although I do have the means to suppress you right now... it is very difficult to kill you."

"Especially in this place."

The Immortal Lord said, glancing outside.

This was Emperor Mountain!

Chu Yuehua was currently at the Moonlight Palace on Emperor Mountain. If she made a move and couldn't kill him in one strike, the only one who would die would be herself.

That woman was infinitely close to the Realm of the Red Dust Immortal.

"But I am still not at ease," Qin Wushang said.

"Hum!"

Suddenly, a brilliant light flew out from the Immortal Lord's glabella.

Within the light, there was a blurry figure.

Qin Wushang saw it.

It was a thumb-sized Immortal Lord.

"The Source of the Immortal Soul... something only condensed after a Breakthrough to a True Immortal. Controlling it means controlling my life."

The Immortal Lord said, pushing the Source of the Immortal Soul toward Qin Wushang.

"That is excellent!"

Qin Wushang did not dally and accepted it directly.

He suppressed the Source of the Immortal Soul within his own dao palace world, letting the Kunpeng and the great dao diagram inside his body watch over it.

"I need you to assist me in my cultivation."

After the Immortal Lord finished speaking, she waved her jade hand.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was closed by an invisible force, the bamboo curtains fell, blocking the light and shadows of the peach blossom grove outside.

The Immortal Lord stood before the bamboo bed, her plump body wrapped in a simple white bodice, her dark hair scattered, and her cheeks beginning to turn crimson.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, her chest heaving, and those cold, clear eyes were now misted with water, desire and reason flickering alternately within them.

Qin Wushang took a deep breath.

Since he had chosen this, he would not regret it.

He stepped forward and raised his hand to clasp the Immortal Lord's wrist.

Her skin had become scalding hot, as if ignited by fire, and a subtle trembling came from her fingertips.

"Some things, once done, cannot be undone."

He said, his voice low.

The Immortal Lord did not answer, but suddenly looked up, the light of reason in her eyes completely extinguished.

Replacing it was endless desire.

"Come!"

The Immortal Lord's voice changed, no longer cold and indifferent.

She hooked her arms around Qin Wushang's neck, pressing her entire body against his chest; that thin bodice could not block anything.

"I have waited for this moment... for a long time."

Her fingers slid slowly down his collarbone, her nails scratching against his skin, leaving a shallow red mark.

Her gaze was hazy and burning, like a raging fire, wanting to ignite him as well.

Qin Wushang did not retreat.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and pressed her down onto the bamboo bed.

"Creak..."

The bamboo bed swayed slightly, the bamboo mat on the bed was cold, but her body was becoming increasingly scalding.

"By the way, what is your name?"

He lowered his head, looking at her, and asked.

He knew the Immortal Lord's name; it was Mo Qinghe, which had appeared on the System panel, and was also her true name.

But he wanted to hear her say it herself.

"Anything is fine."

The Immortal Lord's arms were wrapped around his neck, her lips pressed against his ear, her breath scorching.

"Calling me a little enchantress... is fine too~"

Qin Wushang was stunned for a moment.

It was hard to imagine that the usually cold and aloof Immortal Lord would say such things.

After a good while, he pushed her away slightly and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

That was not a kiss; it was plunder.

Her lips were soft and scalding, like petals scorched by fire, carrying a strange, sweet fragrance.

And her return kiss was also wild, her teeth clashing against his lips, tongues entwining, crazily biting.

The bamboo bed shook more and more violently.

Creak, creak.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles slender, her toes curled.

She tilted her head back, revealing a slender neck; sweat soaked her bodice, the thin fabric clinging to her body, outlining astonishing curves.

Qin Wushang directly tore off the obstructive bodice.

The plain white fabric drifted to the floor like a falling cloud.

Her perfect torso was exposed before him, full and snow-white.

"Mmm~"

Qin Wushang kissed her again.

Her fingers clawed at his back, her nails sinking into his flesh, leaving streaks of blood.

...

"Faster... faster..."

Her voice was broken and intermittent, and Qin Wushang quickened his pace.

The creaking of the bamboo bed became increasingly dense, and the walls of the wooden house seemed to be vibrating.

Petals from the peach blossom grove outside were shaken loose, drifting down and covering the ground.

Who knew how much time had passed.

"Ah~"

The Immortal Lord let out a long moan, her body trembling violently, then softened, collapsing onto the bamboo bed, gasping for breath.

Qin Wushang also stopped, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Hoo~"

He let out a long breath, thinking it was over.

However, the next moment, the Immortal Lord's body began to heat up again, desire surging in her eyes once more, even more intense than before.

"Not enough... still not enough..."

She rolled over and pressed him underneath...

Qin Wushang: "..."

He was going to be drained dry.

The moment the Immortal Lord pounced, Qin Wushang felt like he was being pinned down by a tigress that had been starving for three days.

The strength was astonishing!

This was completely unlike an Immortal Lord of the Immortal Domain whose strength was far less than before.

A pair of jade hands tightly gripped his shoulders, nails sinking into his flesh.

Her lips pressed against him, scorching like a ball of fire, trailing from his neck all the way down, leaving a string of hot, wet marks.

"You are mine..."

Her voice was hoarse, and there was a kind of near-insane possessiveness in her eyes.

...

After one night.

Qin Wushang felt a sense of life being meaningless.

Desire was too terrifying; no wonder someone as powerful as her found it hard to suppress.

The Immortal Lord seemed to want to vent all the desire of millions of years, tireless and crazily demanding.

He couldn't take it!

His essence and blood were depleted, his Sacred Power exhausted, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

He lay sprawled on the bamboo bed, staring at the bamboo beams of the roof with dead eyes, muttering to himself: "Am I going to die..."

The Immortal Lord lay beside him like a satiated cat, her cheek pressed against his chest, her fingers drawing circles on his abdominal muscles.

Her breathing was much steadier, the madness in her eyes fading by more than half, replaced by a lazy satisfaction.

"This is only the first day."

She said softly, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

Qin Wushang closed his eyes.

Another day.

The Heaven Mending Art was one of Qin Wushang's trump cards, specifically used to make up for all kinds of losses.

Upon waking up, he immediately operated his Cultivation Technique, replenishing the losses of the day.

His Qi and blood were replenished, his Spiritual Qi recovered as before, and he finally felt like he had come back to life.

However, when the Immortal Lord woke up, she had completely changed into a different person.

"Get lost! Don't touch me!"

She pushed away the hand Qin Wushang reached out, her willow eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful eyes full of anger.

She sat at the other end of the bamboo bed, hugging her knees, glaring at him like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"You lecher! How could I have done that kind of thing with you?"

She gritted her teeth, her cheeks as red as if they were bleeding.

"Last night you took advantage of me when I was vulnerable! You are shameless! You are lewd!"

Qin Wushang was stunned for a long while before he reacted.

This was the Devil Head of Anger.

"Last night, you were the one who pounced on me," he said tentatively.

"Fart!"

The Immortal Lord grabbed something nearby and threw it at him.

"I am the Lord of the Immortal Domain, noble and holy; how could I do such shameless things?"

"It is clearly you who saw my beauty and took advantage of me!"

"Taking advantage of someone when they are vulnerable!"

The table hit Qin Wushang's face; it didn't hurt, but it was loud.

He endured it.

"Get out!"

The Immortal Lord grabbed the bamboo pillow from the head of the bed, making a move to throw it.

"I don't want to see you! Get lost!"

Qin Wushang did not get lost.

He knew deeply that this was the work of the demonic obsession; if he couldn't help her suppress it, the previous efforts would be in vain.

He couldn't even claim the rewards yet.

So he walked over, and amidst the Immortal Lord's angry curses, pressed her down onto the bamboo bed.

"You dare touch me? I will kill you! Mmm!"

Her mouth was sealed.

The Immortal Lord struggled violently, like an angry leopard, kicking and hitting, her nails scratching streaks of blood on his back.

Qin Wushang did not let go, hugging her tightly, kissing her over and over, from her lips to the corners of her eyes, from the corners of her eyes to her earlobes.

"Get off! Or I will really bite you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she bit him.

A bloody tooth mark appeared on Qin Wushang's shoulder.

He gasped, but did not let go.

Who knew how much time had passed, the Immortal Lord's struggles gradually weakened.

Her fists stopped pounding his chest and instead grabbed his lapels weakly.

The anger in her eyes extinguished bit by bit, replaced by an indescribable grievance.

"You are bullying me."

She pouted, her eyes red.

"You were the one who bullied me first," Qin Wushang said softly, lowering his head to place a kiss on her forehead.

The Immortal Lord did not speak again, burying her face in his chest, struggling slightly.

That day, Qin Wushang felt like he was serving a powder keg, extremely careful, walking on thin ice.

The Immortal Lord would get angry one moment, feel wronged the next, and then inexplicably sneer, putting him through the wringer.

By the evening of the second day, she finally became quiet.

Leaning in his arms, her fingers tugging at his lapel as if afraid he would run away, she pleaded: "Don't leave."

"I won't leave."

Qin Wushang patted her back.