"What are you talking about! I've discovered that you, as the Saintess of Tianchi Holy Land, appear pure and holy on the surface, but your mind is actually so improper. I haven't even said anything, and you're already thinking in that direction."
"Aren't you even more improper? And isn't what you were talking about... that thing?"
"I'm improper because I'm a Hehuan Demoness. If I were proper, wouldn't that be neglecting my profession? And you're right, the reward I want is exactly that thing you're thinking of."
Wang Li turned and saw Zheng Linger, full of youthful vigor, pricking up her ears to listen carefully. She took out the Binding Immortal Rope from her ring, controlling it to slither through the air like a snake, firmly wrapping it around Zheng Linger's waist and tying her to a round wooden pillar.
"Damn demoness, let me go! If you have any guts, suppress your strength to the Foundation Establishment Stage and have a life-or-death duel with me!" Zheng Linger flailed her arms and legs, trying to break free, but with her spiritual power sealed, she was like a turtle flipped on its back, utterly powerless.
"So noisy, and not too bright either."
Wang Li pointed lightly from a distance, sealing Zheng Linger's hearing, sense of smell, and vocal cords. Although Zheng Linger could see, both herself and Ji Shengyao were behind her, and she couldn't turn her head.
Zheng Linger felt miserable inside. Those Hehuan Demonesses said Senior Sister engaged in Dual Cultivation every day, not only without pain but with great enjoyment. She had always been curious about how Dual Cultivation worked.
But Senior Sister and that demoness kept it hidden, not satisfying her curiosity. Didn't Senior Sister say that if there was anything I didn't understand, I should just ask? Why won't she teach me Dual Cultivation!
Wang Li hooked her finger onto Ji Shengyao's belt and gave a light flick, sending her tumbling against the round wooden pillar.
Because she used a bit too much force, when Ji Shengyao's back hit the pillar, Zheng Linger, tied on the other side, was utterly confused, feeling a force coming from behind.
She looked down and saw Senior Sister's pair of shoes sliding across the floor towards her, followed by the veil hat... She was very surprised in her heart, wondering why these things needed to be removed for Dual Cultivation.
On the other side, Wang Li gently kissed Ji Shengyao's lips. Although they had kissed many times before, Ji Shengyao had always held back, but this time she seemed more excited.
Ji Shengyao's excitement didn't just come from having her Junior Sister merely a wall away; it was also because if they managed to escape tomorrow morning, she would once again become the desireless, pure-hearted, ascetic Saintess.
"Maybe I've gotten used to it. I actually don't feel much disgust for this life now, even though I've been constantly humiliated..."
Thinking of this, her mood grew worse and worse. While kissing fiercely, she retaliated by forcefully gripping the demoness's fair and tender back, even scratching the skin with her nails, leaving several visible red marks on the demoness's already smooth skin.
"What! Are you trying to rebel?"
Wang Li pushed Ji Shengyao away and once again pinched her chin, forcing her watery eyes to look directly at her.
She felt her lips were a bit swollen... She wasn't a Body Cultivator, but her Physique was stronger than an ordinary person's. How could she get swollen from kissing?
Junior Sister was right behind them, and after several interactions, Ji Shengyao wasn't as forceful anymore. Instead, she answered weakly, "No, how would I dare rebel? Don't you just like it this perverted?"
"Then let me show you something even more perverted!"
"You perverted woman! You're even using my Junior Sister as a prop for your enjoyment and thrill-seeking. Isn't that perverted enough?!"
If Ji Shengyao hadn't said it, Wang Li really wouldn't have noticed. It seemed that these past few days, although Ji Shengyao still maintained her Saintess demeanor in front of outsiders,
in front of her, she was gradually revealing a tainted side. Perhaps she inherently had talent in this area deep down, just undeveloped?
She gently stroked Ji Shengyao's pretty face with the back of her hand, enjoying the softness of her skin. "And what about you? Do you find it thrilling?"
"No! I find it disgusting!"
"Your words contradict your heart!"
Wang Li wrapped her arm around Ji Shengyao's slender waist, lifted her gently, and placed her on the desk. She softly kissed her brow, then lightly pecked the tip of her nose.
But just when Ji Shengyao thought she was going to gently kiss her chin, Wang Li bit down on it instead, while her other hand unceremoniously explored her body.
Ji Shengyao felt some pain. She tightly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
She wanted to push Wang Li away forcefully, but in the end, she couldn't muster the courage. She could only retaliate by tightly gripping Wang Li's shoulders, adding a few more visible red marks to her fragrant shoulders.
Ji Shengyao understood in her heart that this might be the last time she would be intimate with Wang Li. Her feelings were very complex: joy at finally being free, yet tinged with a trace of imperceptible regret.
Unconsciously, her actions also began to become uncontrollably wild. The two remained intimately close until nearly dawn before stopping.
Now, the battle between the Ghost Bride and the Lianhun Sect had reached its end. Wang Li had bestowed upon the Ghost Bride the strength of the Peak Golden Core stage. Facing these low-level Cultivators, it was a one-sided massacre.
The poetry gathering had become a ruin, with broken stone bricks and wood everywhere. Female ghosts from the underground graves emerged one after another. The scene was filled with Yin Qi; even wearing many layers of clothing couldn't ward off the chilling cold from within.
Looking at the ghosts floating everywhere, the broken walls, and the bloodstains covering the ground, these great scholars never imagined that a perfectly fine poetry gathering would turn into a living Hell!
The figure that blotted out the sky and sun waved its sharp claws lightly, causing a large swath of houses to collapse. Those low-level Lianhun Sect Cultivators directly turned into puffs of black mist, leaving behind pools of blood before dissipating.
"Had I known this would happen, I should have struck you down with a palm back then, making your Soul Fly Away and Spirit Scatter!"
The leader was shocked. Clearly, the highest cultivation among the ghost Cultivators was only Half-Step Golden Core, yet now one had suddenly been elevated to Peak Golden Core. Although it was only temporary, it was enough to prove that the white-clothed woman's control over spiritual power was already masterful.
"Ah! Pay with your life! Pay with your life!"
The Ghost Bride fell into a frenzy, extending a giant hand, wanting to tear the leader apart. After several dodges and maneuvers, the leader flashed a few times, gradually exhausting his spiritual power. Finally, lacking strength, he fell from mid-air. His control over the dozens of female ghosts on the ground was also forcibly severed.
The Ghost Bride let out a roar: "Kill him!"
The wandering female ghosts seemed to recall the tragic experiences of their past lives. They flew towards the leader one after another, surrounding him in a circle, raising their sharp claws.
Then, the leader's agonized screams rang out: "Ahhhh!"
The Ghost Bride's power subsided, her strength returning to Peak Foundation Establishment. But in the blink of an eye, having achieved her vengeance, her body shone with golden light. Her cultivation rapidly rose, directly reaching the first layer of Golden Core!
When Wang Li led the Senior and Junior Sisters away from the poetry gathering, they happened to see Lin Fan, who had fainted in the latrine. Ji Shengyao glanced at him, frowned, and turned her head away: "That seems to be Lin Fan, the spy from the Lianhun Sect. Dying here is what he deserves."
Zheng Linger wasn't so polite: "I see he still seems to have a breath left. Maybe he has this kind of preference and just likes this particular flavor!"
That night, the three of them slept directly inside the carriage. The carriage was quite spacious. Wang Li and Ji Shengyao squeezed into a sleeping bag. Zheng Linger, covered with the wedding quilt, curled up like a shrimp at the side, with two pillows separating her from Wang Li.
Zheng Linger yawned and stretched: "I don't know how many years it's been since I slept. This sleep is really enjoyable!"
"Enough nonsense. The important matter comes first!"
Ji Shengyao poked her head out of the sleeping bag and lightly patted Wang Li's cheek: "Demoness! Beast! Get up!"
But no matter how she called, Wang Li remained unresponsive. Beads of fragrant sweat covered her forehead, and her cheeks had become pale and weak. Ji Shengyao's eyes lit up: "It's time to escape!"