How to determine if a young lady is still pure?
The question seems simple, but the more one ponders it, the more unsettling it becomes.
Ling Lan found an extremely secluded cave, sealed the entrance, and under the guidance of Bai Jingjing and Ying, meticulously examined her body inch by inch dozens of times.
In the end, she was both happy and angry.
Happy because she was flawless.
Angry because she discovered multiple bruises on her chest, and even signs of fractured ribs.
It was evident that this area had suffered "targeted blows" and endured unimaginable torment.
Recalling the unbearable scene from before, and the predatory words, "Don't move, let me rub it a few more times," she resolutely believed that Ji Mo, that pervert, was responsible.
You perverted freak, you hit so hard, you're worse than an animal.
Ling Lan trembled with rage, her teeth gnashing.
"Although I was taken advantage of, it's a blessing in disguise, not as bad as it could have been."
Ying comforted Ling Lan, urging her to be more optimistic.
After all, the girl's most precious possession was still intact.
Bai Jingjing, however, had a different perspective, asking doubtfully, "Why were the poison and the injuries from the fight healed? Is it possible that the man on the white horse was actually saving Ling Lan?"
Compared to the other two, Bai Jingjing was relatively rational and felt something was amiss.
"So, you think that despicable bastard sent people to poison me and threatened to capture me alive, but when he was about to succeed, his conscience suddenly kicked in, and he saved me?"
Ling Lan retorted with a stern face, mistakenly believing Ji Mo was the so-called "Young Master" and the mastermind behind everything.
If she hadn't woken up in time and scared the other party away, she would have been defiled countless times by that pervert by now.
The main reason was that during Meng Ji's reprimand, her consciousness was blurred due to the poison's outbreak. She couldn't clearly recall that the chest injuries were entirely Meng Ji's doing, and she mistakenly blamed the innocent Ji Hanhan.
After all, the first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was Ji Mo taking liberties, so who else could it be?
"I think Ling Lan makes a lot of sense. The other party had already gotten his hands on her and bruised her, so how could he be a good person? Besides, with Ling Lan's alluring figure and face, even I can't resist her. No man in the world could hold back from misbehaving."
Ying supported Ling Lan.
Thinking about it, such a top-tier beauty at your disposal, to do as you please, what man could resist and not commit a crime?
"Mr. Ji can resist."
Bai Jingjing suddenly thought of Ji Mo, her expression dimming slightly.
In this world, perhaps only this unromantic fellow could remain calm when faced with beauty.
"He's definitely got a problem, or he's gay."
Ling Lan and Ying said almost in unison.
There was no doubt that facing Bai Jingjing's advances with indifference, his body and orientation must have issues, or he was just pretending to be proper.
Men, if they aren't lustful, they're definitely not normal.
"Alas... what a good man, why must he..."
Bai Jingjing was dejected, Ji Mo's image lingering in her mind.
However, she suddenly remembered that the sect selection was about to begin, and she would likely see Ji Mo soon, which immediately improved her mood.
Last time, her attempt to drug him failed. Should she find an opportunity to test him one last time?
If she could "straighten" him out, wouldn't that be a huge profit!
"I have firmly memorized his face. If I catch that bastard, I'll break his three legs and chop him into meat paste to feed the dogs."
Ling Lan's anger surged. The more she thought about it, the more her chest ached. She had no intention of letting Ji Mo off lightly; he had to be killed to wash away the humiliation of today.
She had never hated a man so much. The next time they met, it would be a fight to the death.
...
Another woman also wished Ji Mo could be torn to pieces.
In a luxurious mountain villa.
Meng Ji knelt subserviently at the feet of a young master in ornate robes, her body trembling uncontrollably.
One was fear, the other was pain.
The mission had failed, and her subordinates were all dead, so punishment was inevitable.
She could only hope it wasn't a whipping with a whip soaked in special chili water.
And her chest, kicked by Ji Mo, still ached terribly.
What was even more terrifying was that her proud, perky breasts, which she had always been proud of, now... didn't perk up anymore.
She had never believed in karma, but she didn't expect karma to arrive so quickly. Previously, out of jealousy for Ling Lan's ample bosom, she had beaten her fiercely.
As a result, she herself became the victim.
What a sin!
At this moment.
Meng Ji's hatred for Ji Mo was deeper than the hatred for the murder of her father.
Therefore, she twisted the facts, exaggerated, and blamed Ji Mo entirely for the mission's failure.
Ji Hanhan, Black Pot +2!
The young master in ornate robes was Lang Qing, the Young Pavilion Master of Floating Dream Pavilion.
He was clearly distracted, not listening very attentively to Meng Ji's report.
Instead, he was holding a piece of Xuan paper, carefully reading the poetry on it, lost in thought.
If Ji Mo were present, he would surely recognize the poem on the Xuan paper as "Shui Diao Ge Tou - When Will the Moon Be Bright?".
"It's fine if you didn't catch Ling Lan. Come to think of it, that woman isn't that seductive."
Lang Qing was not as furious or enraged as Meng Ji expected; his mood was unusually calm.
"Young Master..."
Meng Ji looked up, her eyes flowing, filled with affection.
So, the Young Master still had feelings for me. He's not the kind of heartless man who forgets you once he's had his way.
However.
She didn't rejoice for long before a bucket of cold water was doused on her.
Lang Qing continued, "Ling Lan, the Saintess of the Wind Sect, Ying, the Saintess of the Flower Sect, and Bai Jingjing, the Saintess of the Snow Sect, I have always yearned for them, wishing I could obtain them by any means necessary and make them mine. Now, it seems my vision was too narrow."
"Turning to the vermilion pavilion, low in the carved chamber, it shines on the sleepless. There should be no hate, why does it always grow round at times of parting? People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon has its dark and bright phases, its waxing and waning. This has always been difficult to attain. May we live long, and share the moon's beauty across a thousand miles."
He read the poem with a lecherous expression, somewhat uncontrollably. "The truly unparalleled beauty should be Miss Ji Mo from the Moon Sect. Her literary talent is astonishing and peerless, and even her name is full of poetry and meaning. Ji Mo, loneliness! She must be a woman of exceptional intelligence, inner beauty, and outstanding talent. I swear I will obtain her, so that she will no longer be lonely in the rest of her life. Meng Ji, I can overlook your failure this time, but you must atone for your crimes and bring Miss Ji back to me."
Upon hearing this.
Meng Ji was stunned.
She felt that she had ultimately given her heart to the wrong person.
The Young Master was still the same Young Master, a scumbag and promiscuous, and now he had his sights set on another girl.
What kind of vixen was she, claiming to be lonely, and so shamelessly?
Her emotions were immensely disappointed, and she asked, "Young Master, what methods should we use? Coercion? Bribery? Or drugging?"
Lang Qing had always been daring and unscrupulous in his pursuit of women he desired.
He even dared to lay hands on the Saintess of the Wind Sect, Ling Lan, which showed how audacious he was, practically insane.
"Coercion is not appropriate; we mustn't frighten Miss Ji. Bribery is also not ideal. Given Miss Ji's scholarly integrity, she probably views money as dirt and wealth as floating clouds, so it's unlikely to move her. Drugging is too base; it absolutely cannot be done."
Lang Qing pondered, dismissing these methods.
Meng Ji was dumbfounded. Weren't these three the tricks you always used? Why are they all unsuitable now?
"I've decided. I, Lang Qing, the arsonist of hearts, will conquer Miss Ji Mo this time with my handsome appearance, noble demeanor, and excellent inner qualities. You just need to find out her whereabouts. I will personally woo her and make her fall madly in love with me."
Lang Qing's pale face, hollowed out by wine and lust, suddenly showed a sinister smile.
This time, he wanted to do things differently, to capture Miss Ji Mo himself and make her fall deeply into his web of love.
What?
Arsonist of hearts?!
Meng Ji almost couldn't help but curse Lang Qing for being too narcissistic and shameless. Didn't he realize that no woman truly liked him?
"Hurry up and do it. I'm giving you only five days. If you mess it up again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Lang Qing glared fiercely at Meng Ji, then suddenly frowned, noticing that her upper body had shrunk. His face immediately showed disgust. "Haven't seen you for a few days, and you've become so flat. Ugh!"
That disgusted expression and malicious language deeply wounded Meng Ji's heart.
She was filled with resentment!
Before she was obtained, he called her "sweetie." Now, with a new person replacing the old, he was tired of her and found her flat-chested.
Why had she been so undignified back then, to dedicate herself to such a scumbag!
At the same time, she resented Ji Mo even more, deciding to use all means to find Ji Mo and grind her to dust, to avenge her flat chest.