Lang Qihong, with a sinister grin, advanced towards Ji Mo and the other three, intending to eliminate them completely and prevent future trouble.
But suddenly.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he felt an intensely cold, chilling aura approaching from behind.
At the same time, something seemed to press close to his body.
He spun around abruptly.
Instantly.
His pupils dilated, his face turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
What greeted his eyes was Zhen Zhen's blood-soaked, disfigured face, her eyeballs protruding, her tongue hanging out long.
She was also wearing an incredibly eerie smile.
They were almost face to face.
Lang Qihong, like a startled bird, flinched back in terror, nearly screaming out loud.
Even as an Immortal Emperor, he couldn't withstand such a horrific sight.
How could a dead person come back to life?
Lang Qihong knew very well that his attack had been vicious, not only nearly hacking Zhen Zhen's body into pieces but also completely obliterating her soul.
With soul and body destroyed, even a god couldn't be reborn, so why was Zhen Zhen able to stand up?
Lang Qihong swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain calm, and shouted sternly, "What sort of evil spirit dares to play tricks on me!"
He had already noticed something amiss. Zhen Zhen's corpse was emitting billowing gray mist, forming an indescribable, writhing, grotesque black shadow that was becoming increasingly solid.
"Heh heh..."
Zhen Zhen's corpse spoke, emitting an incredibly piercing laugh, "Lang Lang, I am your dearest old baby Ah Zhen. They say a night of marriage is worth a hundred nights of grace, I never thought you'd be so heartless, turning your back on me once you got what you wanted, so cruel to me."
"Shut up, you are not Zhen Zhen at all, you are clearly a demon!"
Lang Qihong was furious, unable to bear such mockery.
Zhen Zhen's tone carried a deep heartbreak, "Heartless man, when we were whispering sweet nothings under the moon, you called me your old baby, your darling. Now that you've had your fill, you call me a monster, truly unconscionable."
"What's 'that thing'?"
Ling Lan mumbled, like a curious baby, full of the desire to know.
This sentence also indirectly proved that she was indeed the most innocent among the three Saintesses.
Ying suppressed a mischievous smile and instigated, "Well, you'll have to ask Brother Cult Master properly. If you can help him 'pull' well, he might be so pleased that he'll teach you all the positions he didn't finish teaching before."
"Really!"
Ling Lan's eyes lit up.
Previously, Ji Mo had only taught her a part of the Dunhuang ladies painting on the ceiling, leaving her in an awkward, unsatisfied state.
If there was a way to make Ji Mo teach the complete set of positions, let alone 'pull' once, she'd be willing to 'pull' as many times as he wanted.
Ji Mo clearly heard their conversation, his forehead covered in black lines.
One dared to teach, and the other dared to learn.
Seriously.
Is it appropriate for you two to discuss such matters in front of me?
"Brother Cult Master, where do you want to 'pull'? I have great strength, and I will definitely satisfy you."
Ling Lan looked impatient and acted spoiled on the spot.
To prove her strength, she even clenched her fair fists, making cracking sounds, causing the void to distort.
Ji Hanhan immediately trembled in fear, instinctively clamping his thighs together, his heart pounding.
If he were to actually experience that, wouldn't his 'little brother' be smashed to smithereens?
He would definitely be crippled.
"Please don't pull, I'll teach you, okay? I'll teach you whenever I have time."
Ji Mo, who never compromised, finally bowed to the "evil" Ling Lan.
He was genuinely afraid.
On the other side.
Lang Qihong was acting incredibly fierce. Unable to bear Zhen Zhen's corpse revealing his unbearable past, he launched an attack against the evil.
"Die for me!"
Lang Qihong roared, emitting a chilling aura throughout his body. Holding a sharp blade, he lunged forward.
His killing intent soared, and the weapon in his hand erupted with brilliant light, unleashing his strongest strike.
A terrifying ripple of energy surged out, accurately hitting Zhen Zhen's corpse and shredding it into countless fragments.
Lang Qihong was still not satisfied. He continued to attack, blasting the fragments into dust, completely erasing all traces of Zhen Zhen.
"Hmph, let's see if you're dead now."
Lang Qihong's triumphant smile had just appeared when his expression froze the next second, staring intently at the scene before him.
Zhen Zhen's corpse had indeed turned to ash, but the mass of gray mist had not dissipated. Instead, it solidified from虚 to实, revealing its true form.
"Heart-Devouring Demon!"
Lang Qihong's voice trembled as he gazed at the colossal, terrifying figure before him.
The Heart-Devouring Demon was an ancient species that could parasitize the bodies of living beings, control their consciousness, and eventually, like a leech, absorb everything from the host.
The Heart-Devouring Demon exuded an aura similar to the surrounding environment, indicating that it was likely an indigenous creature of this place.
"As expected, men's hearts are the most venomous. Even after death, they don't spare the corpse."
The Heart-Devouring Demon still emitted its piercing voice, mockingly taunting, "You thought you were so clever, playing with Zhen Zhen's feelings, treating her as a chess piece. But in reality, both you and Zhen Zhen were merely chess pieces manipulated by me. The true 'oriole' wasn't you; it was always me."
As if its goal had been achieved, the Heart-Devouring Demon felt incredibly elated and continued to boast, "Last time, Zhen Zhen entered this place and was parasitized by me. Under my secret manipulation and assistance, Zhen Zhen gradually ascended to the position of Grand Elder of the Feng Hua Xue Yue Sect. However, my goal has always been the position of Cult Master, so to achieve it, I needed external help. That's why I set my sights on you, the ambitious one. Otherwise, do you think the 'soft rice' in this world is really that delicious?"
Upon hearing this.
Lang Qihong was struck by lightning.
He had always been smug, believing himself to be the most skilled hunter, easily manipulating even an old woman like Zhen Zhen, playing her in the palm of his hand.
It turned out that the most formidable hunters often appeared as prey, and he was the true prey.
No wonder it was always rumored that Zhen Zhen detested men, yet was uniquely infatuated with him. It wasn't his charm, but a complete conspiracy and calculation.
Bai Jingjing whispered, "No wonder the elders mentioned multiple times that Zhen Zhen's personality changed drastically after entering the Holy Land last time. So it was due to the erosion of the Heart-Devouring Demon. But why would the Heart-Devouring Demon target the Cult Master position? Is it coveting the Cult Master's inheritance? But since it has always lived here, couldn't it enter the underground palace?"
Ji Mo also showed a thoughtful expression, with many questions in his mind. Perhaps he could force the answers out of the Heart-Devouring Demon.
"You bastard, you played with my feelings, and my body..."
Lang Qihong's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but curse, his heart filled with indignation.
Then, were his trysts with Zhen Zhen manipulations by her, or by the Heart-Devouring Demon?
"Heh heh, considering you're my first man, as long as you behave, I'll spare your life."
The Heart-Devouring Demon let out an incredibly smug voice, thoroughly enjoying Lang Qihong's current expression.
Lang Qihong was almost breaking down.
Was that human speech?
No.
He suddenly realized something, his heart sinking violently, and a chill ran through his entire body.
Recalling carefully, Zhen Zhen had repeatedly forced him to call her 'Daddy'.
He hadn't thought much of it before, considering it a playful intimacy.
But now...
The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
Even if he had been ravaged by a female Heart-Devouring Demon, he might have accepted it with a gritted teeth.
But if the other party was male...
"Are you... male or female?"
Lang Qihong, with a look of utter despair, trembling with anger, pointed at the Heart-Devouring Demon's nose and demanded.
"Heh heh, guess!"