The hollow tree was a crucible of tension, the air thick with the aftermath of Yang Kai's primal outburst. His body still thrumd with the lingering heat of the Yin-Yang Joyous Unification Art's backlash, a force that had nearly consud him. Moonlight filtered through the open top, casting silver shadows across the cramped space where the four sat—Yang Kai, Mo Yanyu, Di Yalan, and Mu Yu Die.
Yang Kai slowly pulled away from Mo Yanyu, his breaths steadying as he adjusted his pants and sat back, his expression calm but intense.
Mo Yanyu, drained of strength, lay against the hollow's wall, her skin flushed a seductive red under the moonlight. Her torn skirt barely clung to her hips, and she fumbled to cover herself, her face burning with a mix of sha and lingering heat.
She avoided the others' gazes, her mind reeling from the intensity of what had just transpired—Yang Kai's overwhelming desire, driven by his dual cultivation technique, had swept her into a storm she hadn't anticipated.
Despite her initial resistance, her body had betrayed her, responding to his touch in ways that left her mortified.
The three won and Yang Kai returned to their original positions, sitting cross-legged in the tight confines of the hollow. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant howls of demon beasts prowling the jungle.
Mu Yu Die was the first to break the quiet, her face still tinged with a faint blush. Her eyes darted between Yang Kai and Mo Yanyu, curiosity and expectation flickering in her gaze. She clutched her zither, its strings silent now, as she waited for so acknowledgnt of the chaos that had unfolded.
Yang Kai appeared composed, his eyes closed as he focused inward. The strange power that had surged through his Yuan Qi during the encounter with Mo Yanyu pulsed within him, a potent energy he was determined to harness. He guided it slowly through his ridians, unwilling to let any opportunity to enhance his cultivation slip away. His breakthrough to the Qi Transformation 8th Stage felt imminent, the energy coalescing in his core like a gathering storm.
Mo Yanyu kept her eyes downcast, her breaths shallow. She knew Mu Yu Die and Di Yalan were watching her, their scrutiny like a weight on her shoulders.
Sha consud her—she, a proud daughter of the Red Cloud Sect, had been swept up in Yang Kai's primal fervor, right in front of the others. Worse, she hadn't fought as fiercely as she should have; her body had yielded, even reveled in the mont.
How can I face them now? she thought, wishing she could vanish into the earth. Yet, beneath her humiliation, a faint spark of sothing else lingered—a reluctant acknowledgnt of the power Yang Kai wielded, both in body and presence.
Di Yalan, seated opposite, observed the scene with a mix of pragmatism and unease. Her own encounter with Yang Kai's intensity earlier had left her wary, and she noted Mo Yanyu's flushed silence with a raised brow. She didn't judge but she remained vigilant, her hand resting near her sword.
A subtle shift stirred within Mo Yanyu. A strange excitent blood in her lower body, radiating from her core.
Right about that ti, a strange excitent slowly rose and spread from the sensitive parts of her lower body. Mo Yanyu couldn't help but tremble, and almost moaned again.
She anxiously twisted her body, secretly calling herself a slut, and quickly concentrated her attention on the change that was going on in her body.
After so observation, Mo Yanyu felt that the strange power inside of her had turned into two streams. One stream was flowing slowly towards her abdon, while the other part had settled around her chest and her flesh and muscles, which seed to have altered the parts around her chest in secret.
She could clearly feel her bones and flesh, muscles and vessels around her chest going through so incredible changes which she couldn't explain.
At the sa ti Yang Kai was feeling the changes brought by Yin -Yang Joyous Art
The heat from his breath was enough to lt the iron, and his eyebrows were firmly locked in place, it was like he was enduring so unimaginable pain.
Suddenly, from his body ca a burst of violent, heart stopping energy, instantly making him appear even more demonic.
With this burst of energy, his strength actually increased at a breathtaking pace.
Qi Transformation Eighth Stage, Ninth Stage ...
Separation and Reunion Boundary's Yuan Qi fluctuations!
Only after reaching Separation and Reunion Boundary Second Stage did his energy begin to stabilize.
This ti, his cultivation was also enhanced a whole two small and one big stage. Although this was an unexpected harvest, Yang Kai's remained unmoved. Instead, he slightly frowned as he sat there, motionless, imrsed in ditation.
With a long breath, Yang Kai looked up and glanced towards Mu Yu Die's eyes on him, bright and searching, though she quickly looked away when he t her stare. "Miss Mu," he said, his voice steady, "why are you still awake?"
Mu Yu Die's cheeks flushed deeper, and she turned her face aside, avoiding his gaze. "You... you and her were so loud," she said, her tone teasing but laced with embarrassnt. "How could I sleep through that?"
Yang Kai chuckled, scratching his head with a sheepish grin. "My apologies for disturbing you. Sothing's off with my body—the technique I cultivate... it overwheld . I couldn't control it."
Di Yalan raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a skeptical grin. "Unconscious, huh? I was watching, you know. At first, maybe, but later..." She hesitated, her blush deepening. "Later, you were definitely aware. No one could... do all that without knowing."
Yang Kai froze, caught off guard. He laughed awkwardly, rubbing his neck. "Alright, Miss Di, you got . I... may have co to my senses partway through. Forgive my shalessness. I'm a bastard, I know."
"You!" Mu Yu Die huffed, her embarrassnt turning to indignation. She swatted his thigh, the impact light but sharp. "How can you be so brazen?"
Yang Kai feigned pain, clutching his leg with a dramatic groan. "rcy, Miss Mu! I'm already wounded!"
Di Yalan snorted, her lips twitching with amusent. "You deserve it," she muttered, though her tone lacked venom. She glanced at Mo Yanyu, who remained silent, her head bowed. "You alright over there?"
Mo Yanyu's shoulders tensed, but she nodded curtly, refusing to et Di Yalan's eyes. "I'm fine," she said, her voice clipped. Inside, her Yuan Qi surged, the unexpected boost from the encounter fueling her resolve. I'll use this strength to escape him, she vowed, though a part of her wondered if she truly wanted to.
Mu Yu Die's gaze softened as she looked at Mo Yanyu, a flicker of empathy breaking through her earlier jealousy.
At that mont, Mo Yanyu no longer held any of her previous arrogance; seeming more like an unapproachable porcupine, only desiring to be left alone.
For any woman who had encountered such a situation, being able to remain calm and indifferent would be strange.
Yang Kai got up and walked towards her step by step.
"Don't co any closer!" Mo Yanyu yelled, putting up a strong front while trying to back away, but behind her was a wall, where could she retreat?
Yang Kai showed an inexplicable smile, slowly squatting in front of her.
"Stay away from !" Mo Yanyu, unable to move her hands, in desperation thrust her head towards Yang Kai's. Yang Kai didn't move, letting her head smash into his.
With a loud smacking sound, Mo Yanyu crumbled back, a fresh red bump appearing on her smooth forehead.
Not caring about her , Yang Kai placed his hand on her forehead, running his Yuan Qi to resolve the hidden injuries there.
A warm feeling flooded in, making Mo Yanyu sowhat comfortable.
Mo Yanyu looked at him stunned, not understanding why this young man would be so kind to her. Not long ago, he had ruthlessly raped her.
They had not friendship between them, and even had grievances, so why did he help her?
Unable to understand, Mo Yanyu couldn't do anything but clench her teeth, secretly observing Yang Kai is ready to pounce on him if he try to do sothing else.
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