C3 Pushing down the Beautiful Woman

Upon seeing this, Lei Yan quickly shook off the tall Taoist nun's Soul Power hand that was pulling at his right hand. The Fierce Soul Bloodthirsty Needle dropped, and he deftly caught it with his left hand before swiftly launching three strikes at the nun's knees and right shoulder.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

After three successive strikes, the tall Taoist nun fell to her knees with needles embedded in them, and her sword clattered to the ground.

"Have you no shame?" Lei Yan raged, pointing the Fierce Soul Bloodthirsty Needle at the nun's forehead. "The Devil Sovereign has done so much for you. For eight hundred years, he's aided the Great Qian Dynasty, quelling countless uprisings. You don't have to be grateful, but to repay his help like this? Are you all ungrateful curs?"

Before he could say more, a familiar figure soared through the air towards them.

"Devil Sovereign, spare my master. If you have a grievance, take it out on me."

Lei Yan looked up to see the beautiful woman who had previously sought his life, leaping towards him with her sword drawn.

The Profound Soul Spiritual Armor was fully formed, empowering her limbs with formidable strength. She clenched her right fist, which had been tugged upward by Soul Power, and with a concentrated shake, she shattered the Soul Power's grasp.

As the beauty's sword thrust at him, Lei Yan caught the ancient blade with lightning-fast reflexes. He then channeled the Spiritual Qi from the Profound Soul Spiritual Armor through the blade and into the hilt.

The hilt became scorching hot, forcing the beauty to release her grip, unable to withstand the heat. She abandoned the ancient sword and switched to attacking the Devil Sovereign with her palms.

Lei Yan, having taken the ancient sword, tossed it aside with a backhanded throw and sidestepped the beauty's palm strike. He reached out with his right hand, which bore the appearance of a dragon's claw covered in black petals, and clutched her neck, pulling her close. "Such a woman, spurned in love and now filled with hatred," he remarked.

"Please, do not harm my disciple," the tall Taoist nun pleaded from where she knelt on the ground, her voice laced with anxiety.

From her expression, it was clear that the woman she held was of great significance to her.

"Such a beautiful woman, how could I ever bring myself to harm her?" Lei Yan remarked as he planted a firm kiss on the cheek of the beauty in his embrace.

Her skin was as soft as tofu, devoid of foundation or any pore imperfections, just pure, exquisite smoothness.

Soul Cultivators who have reached a certain level in their Soul Power practice would find their pores vanish, their skin becoming even more supple and smooth. This was precisely why this woman was so stunningly gorgeous.

"You lecher, why didn't you act like this back then?" the beauty locked in Lei Yan's arms chided him with a tone of deep resentment.

"My dear, are you upset that I didn't take you back then? Once I've slain everyone from your Qing Ling Immortal Palace, I'll whisk you away to a hotel and have my way with you for three full days and nights, hehe..." Lei Yan's laughter boomed into the sky.

The thought of indulging in such filthy acts with such an exquisite beauty was thrilling beyond words.

Upon hearing these words, Zhao Pengfei and the tall Taoist nun's faces turned ashen. The Devil Sovereign intended to annihilate their entire sect—a truly dire situation.

The laughter ceased, and the black mist surrounding Lei Yan began to fade, with the petals of his Profound Soul Spiritual Armor peeling away rapidly. His face turned a sickly shade of green. Damn, his moment of bravado had lasted less than three seconds.

If things continued this way, the Profound Soul Spiritual Armor would vanish in twenty seconds, leaving him as vulnerable as any ordinary man. How could he possibly take on an entire sect? He needed to make a swift exit before the Spiritual Armor dissipated, knowing that the future held ample opportunities for revenge.

The Profound Soul Spiritual Armor was the fruit of six hundred years of the Devil Sovereign's cultivation, embodying his six centuries of Soul Power and the quintessence of the Devil Beast. Impervious to blades and fire, it was one of the key reasons he commanded the Devil Clan's island.

It was designed to manifest automatically to protect the Devil Sovereign in times of peril.

But now, with his cultivation drained and his meridians in ruins, he lacked the necessary Soul Power to activate the Profound Soul Spiritual Armor. This was to be its final appearance.

"This skin is so delicate, like tofu," Lei Yan said with a wicked grin, pinching the neck of the beauty in his arms and sliding his hand downward. His hands roamed over her large, soft breasts with abandon. "These breasts are as soft and warm as marshmallows. You lot are in luck. I'll enjoy myself with this woman for three days and nights before I come back to finish you all off."

With those words, Lei Yan leaped into the air, enveloped by a swirling tornado. He soared into the clouds, the tornado carrying him like a dragon through the sky, quickly becoming a speck in the distance. Before he disappeared, he left them with a parting shot.

"Tell your ungrateful dog of an emperor that he'll spend his days in fear. When I return to my peak, it will be time to topple the Great Qian Dynasty and reign supreme."

Lei Yan's threat to return and decimate the Lingying Immortal Palace after his tryst with the woman was merely a bluff to intimidate them. His Profound Soul Spiritual Armor was on the verge of vanishing, and if they witnessed its disappearance, they would surely attack him. Rather than reveal his complete loss of cultivation, he chose to put on a bold front, instilling fear and worry about his potential return to wipe out their entire sect.

The Profound Soul Spiritual Armor's ability to fly vast distances in mere seconds was formidable. However, fifteen seconds later, the armor dissipated completely. Lei Yan and the woman plummeted from the sky into a field of rapeseed. Lei Yan crashed to the ground in disarray, a sharp pain erupting in his abdomen followed by a gush of blood from his throat, staining the rapeseed red.

The woman, skilled in light body techniques, landed gracefully among the rapeseed.

"So, all that bravado was just hot air. Your Soul Power is depleted, and the Profound Soul Spiritual Armor can't sustain itself much longer," the woman said, her hands poised like claws as she cautiously closed in on Lei Yan.

"What's the matter? Thinking of killing me?" Lei Yan asked, his voice weary. He rolled over and sat up, pointing at her with a tired gesture, the Fierce Soul Bloodthirsty Needle still on the back of his hand.

At the sight of the needle, the woman's expression shifted to one of alarm, and she hesitated to advance.

Lei Yan, gritting his teeth against the intense pain in his abdomen, stood up and advanced toward her, appraising her striking figure. After a lengthy pause, he commanded, "Strip."

The woman's face flushed with embarrassment at his words. She glared at him with eyes filled with resentment and retorted, "Back then, you rejected me when I offered myself to you, and now you demand that I undress? What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I've taken an interest now. When I squeezed your chest earlier, I found your assets quite appealing," Lei Yan said with a weary yet mischievous grin.

"You're utterly despicable," the beauty spat out in anger and humiliation, as if a woman's breasts were merely objects for amusement.

"Are you going to strip or not?" Lei Yan, growing impatient, clamped his legs around her and pressed his forehead against hers, baring his teeth in a coercive manner.

"You could beat me to death, and I still wouldn't do it," she declared, turning away with unwavering resolve.

Lei Yan, recognizing her steadfast refusal, understood she was a woman of virtue. Forcing her might backfire, so he needed to be tactful. If she were to give up and flee, it would be a fight to the death, leaving him with no one.

Lei Yan's arousal wasn't simply due to her allure; he had consumed food from the Great Qian Dynasty and had been poisoned. The Devil Sovereign's Soul Power was immense, impervious to any toxin, but with his cultivation compromised, his body's defenses plummeted, allowing the poison to take hold.

The poison that ravaged his body required intimate relations to purge, else he would endure unbearable agony. Each encounter only expelled a fraction of the toxin, necessitating tens of thousands of sessions for a full cleanse, with episodes recurring periodically. The frequency of these episodes varied with one's level of cultivation; those at the pinnacle could stave them off indefinitely.

The Great Qian Dynasty's scheme to poison the Devil Sovereign was indeed cunning. Common knowledge held that intimate relations diminished the growth of Soul Power. With the Devil Sovereign's soul shattered and afflicted by the toxin, not only was his Soul Power growth stunted, but he also had to seek out women to detoxify regularly. It made a mockery of his cultivation efforts.

Lei Yan urgently needed the company of a woman, which is precisely why he brought this beauty along with him.

"I didn't lay a hand on you back then because I was solely focused on the pursuit of strength and had no understanding of women. But when I held you earlier, I discovered the wondrous and mysterious allure of a woman's body. You've stirred an excitement in me that I've never felt before. You're the first woman to ever evoke such feelings in me," Lei Yan confessed, despite the intense pain he was enduring.

The beautiful woman gave him a skeptical and disdainful smile.

"You're also the first woman I've ever fallen for," Lei Yan said, gazing at her with deep affection.

Truth be told, he was sincere. This woman's beauty surpassed that of top celebrities by leaps and bounds. Not to be smitten by her would be foolish.

Furthermore, Lei Yan was indeed looking forward to using this opportunity to detoxify and enjoy a blissful moment with her.

As the beautiful woman met Lei Yan's gaze, she began to believe him, feeling the hatred in her heart uncontrollably diminishing.

It's common knowledge that the Devil Sovereign, despite being the supreme ruler of the Devil Clan's island, is also incredibly handsome. What woman wouldn't be drawn to a man both attractive and commanding? The Devil Sovereign is considered the most eligible bachelor on the Soul Weeping Continent, and it would be a challenge for any woman to resist his charming words.

"Do you truly have feelings for me? Do you genuinely desire me?" the beautiful woman asked, her voice softening.

"My soul is damaged, and I should abstain from such relations. If I didn't care for you, why would I risk ruining my purity just to be with you?" Lei Yan said, sweating profusely and struggling to maintain control. "But rest assured, I will reclaim my former glory. Once I've reached the pinnacle again, I will conquer the Soul Weeping Continent and claim the throne. And then, you will be my queen."

Women are often swayed by flattery, and with his sweet words, her intelligence seemed to wane as her eyes filled with hope. After all, she was already the concubine of the Devil Sovereign.

There's a saying that the depth of one's hatred reflects the depth of their past love. After all these years, her enduring animosity towards Lei Yan only proved how deeply she once adored him.

Their gazes met, and with unspoken understanding, Lei Yan discarded the Fierce Soul Bloodthirsty Needle. He lunged forward, tearing at the beautiful lady's robe with a ferocity that likened him to a ravenous wolf.

Chapter 21 - The Secrets of Lei Yan