Hearing the summons, the Silver Dragon let out a few sharp, hissing cries, then darted into the hall, leaving behind a shimmering, elusive silver trail of light.
Mo Xingyun chuckled and shook his head, following the Silver Dragon into the hall. He saw it was a small yet exquisitely furnished reception chamber, much like a study. In the center stood a massive, luxurious chair and a red wooden desk, with a screen painted with a delicate landscape standing behind the chair. Suddenly, the crisp, alluring click of high heels on stone echoed from behind the screen. Accompanied by a rich fragrance, a stunningly beautiful, voluptuous, and enchanting mature woman emerged with graceful, swaying steps. She twisted her waist and hips seductively as she sat down in the chair.
This woman was the epitome of mature charm. She was tall and exquisitely built, dressed in a black, gauzy, full-length gown. Her face was stunningly beautiful and charming, with light makeup. Beneath her slender, crescent-moon-like eyebrows, her large, captivating eyes were adorned with mesmerizing eyeshadow. Below her high, jade-like nose, her lips were full, rosy, and delicate, coated with an enchanting pink lipstick. Her smooth, flawless face was as fair as snow, her skin so fine it seemed it would break at a touch. Beside her sensual, red lips, a small beauty mark served as the perfect finishing touch, adding an extra layer of seductive allure. Her pair of captivating eyes could steal one's soul, exuding a flirtatious air and the overwhelming, seductive charm of a gorgeous, mature woman.
Her gown was cut in an extremely sexy style, embroidered with complex phoenix patterns and lace, giving it an air of elegant nobility mixed with wanton sensuality. The well-tailored fabric clung tightly to her curvaceous frame of full breasts and plump hips. The semi-transparent weaving of the gown revealed vast expanses of her fair, delicate skin, half-hidden and half-revealed beneath the thin gauze. Her shoulders were bare, save for a single thin strap that tied into a black bow at the nape of her neck, exposing a large area of dazzling, creamy-white skin. Her full breasts were large and high, straining the thin gauze. The fabric over her chest was a sheer, see-through lace that trembled slightly with her breath, outlining the deep cleavage and the full, round shape of her enormous breasts. The black lace pattern of her bra was faintly visible within.
Her figure tapered in dramatically from the ribs down to a thin waist, tightly wrapped by the gown's corset. Below her flat abdomen, her curves flared out again, outlining a full, round, and large peach-like backside. The high, firm curves of her buttocks stretched the lower part of the gown taut. The beautiful woman's full, plump ass sat firmly on the throne, the ripe flesh squeezed into an obscenely sensual shape. Her seductively elegant posture made her wide hips seem broader than her shoulders. It was an incredibly lewd and soul-stirring sight.
After sitting, the hem of her gown slid to either side, parting in the middle. The edges were trimmed with pale blue lace, revealing a pair of snowy-white, shapely, and full thighs from within the skirt. She sat with her legs elegantly crossed, her plump, long legs encased in sexy, alluring black stockings. The stockings, thin as a cicada's wings, were a daring garter style that clung tightly to her full, fleshy thighs. Intricate lace patterns adorned the black silk on her thighs. Further up, a glimpse of smooth, fair skin was visible before disappearing into the alluring, mysterious depths of her skirt. Her smooth, black-stockinged legs swayed beneath the gauzy hem, exuding a rich, musky scent of mature flesh, making the lines from her thighs to her calves as smooth and even as satin. On her beautiful feet were a pair of 10-centimeter high heels with phoenix patterns, her feet also sheathed in black silk stockings. They dangled lazily from her crossed legs, accentuating her enchanting and seductive curves to perfection.
This beauty possessed a bewitchingly gorgeous face and a voluptuous, stunningly perfect figure. Any more would have been too much, any less too little. Her entire body radiated a sensual aura, revealing the temptations of a full, mature woman. As her skirt swirled, it was as if a hundred flowers bloomed, and the entire hall was filled with a soul-stealing, mature fragrance. She was simply a peerless stunner, the kind of woman any man would think of bedding the moment he laid eyes on her.
She was none other than the leader of the "Evil Moon Sect," one of the three great beauties of the age, the glamorous sorceress known as the 'Bewitching Demon Empress', Yin Luoyan.
As the Demon Empress appeared, the Silver Dragon obediently flew to a small stone platform beside her chair. A delicate miniature rockery was carved on the platform, and the Silver Dragon coiled within it, settling down to rest. Its narrow black eyes fixed on Mo Xingyun, with a faint white mist beginning to curl around it.
Although the Demon Empress was breathtakingly beautiful, Mo Xingyun was long accustomed to her presence. His expression unchanged, he walked into the inner chamber, respectfully knelt on one knee, and said in a low voice, "Holy Mother, your child Xing'er has received your summons and comes to your presence."
The Demon Empress reclined lazily in her chair, her captivating eyes glancing over. She giggled charmingly and said in a syrupy voice, "Little Xing'er been playing with the Silver Dragon again? Get up, don't kneel. Let me have a look. I haven't seen you in a while; have you grown taller and even more handsome?"
Mo Xingyun stood up and looked up, meeting her soul-stealing eyes and gorgeous face. He felt a familiar tingling sensation. He had been raised by her since childhood, and their relationship was like that of a mother and son. He was long used to her seductive charm, yet his heart still couldn't help but beat faster.
Seeing his handsome face, the Demon Empress chuckled. She slowly rose to her feet, her skirt swaying. Her full, round buttocks swayed obscenely beneath the thin gauze. Her long, beautiful legs, sheathed in black stockings, moved with a seductive grace like a willow in the wind. She slowly descended from the dais and approached Mo Xingyun, her voice like honey as she said, "Little Xing'er, this handsome face of yours is more and more to my liking. Tell me, how has your practice been lately?"
Mo Xingyun stared at her body from up close. The enormous, round breasts and deep cleavage beneath the gauze were right before his eyes. The soft, hot flesh trembled slightly with her breath, emitting a rich, mature woman's fragrance that went straight to his nose. Her voluptuous curves were fully on display. Though he was familiar with her stunning beauty after so many years, he couldn't help but feel his blood surge, his heart pound like a drum, and a dull ache in his loins. He said in a low voice, "Reporting to Holy Mother, your child Xing'er dare not be lazy. I have trained hard day and night, only to live up to your high expectations."
The Demon Empress narrowed her captivating eyes, her red lips parting slightly as she giggled. Her voice was coquettish yet carried an air of authority. "You dare not be lazy? Hmph, you little thing. Let me test just how much your skills have improved."
With a flick of her jade-like finger, a bolt of cyan-blue lightning shot from her fingertip, heading straight for Mo Xingyun's chest. The emerald ring on her finger glowed, and the lightning was as fast as a real bolt, crackling with electricity. The air was faintly filled with the scent of ozone.
Though Mo Xingyun was prepared, he was still startled by the attack. His reaction was swift; he immediately pushed out with both palms, channeling his inner energy like a tidal wave to meet the blow head-on. There was a loud "bang" as the lightning exploded. He staggered back three steps, his chest numb and stinging, a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth. But his feet were planted firmly, and he stood his ground.
Seeing this, the Demon Empress's eyes danced with amusement as she giggled. "Good boy, little Xing'er. It seems you've grasped the basics of our demonic arts. To receive my [Cyan Lightning Technique] so smoothly... it seems I didn't misjudge you. Your skills have improved greatly."
Mo Xingyun gritted his teeth and stood up. He knew this was the Demon Empress's way of testing his power. He endured the searing pain, circulating his inner energy to heal himself. After a moment, he felt slightly better and walked back to the Demon Empress, kneeling on one knee again. The members of the Demon Sect were known for their unorthodox methods, and he was long accustomed to this style of teaching. Every time they met, she would test him with a new attack. Even though he was a gifted martial artist who studied tirelessly, it was impossible to defend against her endless, novel techniques, and a severe beating was inevitable.
The Demon Empress lazily leaned back into her black jade chair. Her full, round breasts trembled slightly with her breath, the deep cleavage beneath the gauze faintly visible, enough to make anyone's blood boil. She gently swayed her crossed, black-stockinged legs. The plump flesh of her thighs, exposed through the open slit of her skirt, gleamed with a smooth luster beneath the silk, like a perfectly ripe peach, emitting a rich, musky scent of mature woman.
She narrowed her captivating eyes, her red lips parting slightly as she said in a syrupy voice, "Xing'er, get up. Come closer. I have something to say to you."
Mo Xingyun rose and walked before the Demon Empress. He looked at her peerlessly beautiful expression. She held her head high, her beautiful eyes fixed on him. The half-exposed full breasts before her were high and proud, their curves rising and falling within the lace. The two enormous, round orbs seemed ready to burst from her dress. Her crossed, black-stockinged legs swayed lazily, and at the root of her thighs, he could faintly see the full, round curves of her peach-like buttocks pressed against the chair. A wave of mature, seductive fragrance hit him again, thick with a teasing, carnal desire that made Mo Xingyun blush slightly, his mouth growing dry.
The Demon Empress let out a light chuckle. She raised her jade hand, and a slender finger, painted with scarlet nail polish, hooked his chin, forcing him to look up. Their eyes met. Her captivating eyes were like silk, as if they could suck his soul right in. Her full, red lips curved into a flirtatious smile.
Her charming, coquettish voice rang out: "You are the most outstanding talent among the younger generation of our sect. Our sect has nurtured you, and I, in particular, have regarded you as my own. I have summoned you today because I have a grave task to entrust to you. It is time for you to repay our sect."
Mo Xingyun's heart jolted. He knew the Demon Sect must have had its reasons for cultivating him all these years. Coupled with his own identity as a descendant of the Immortal Palace, he wondered what kind of dirty work they wanted him to do. He looked up and said, "Report to Holy Mother, I am deeply grateful for the nurturing grace of the Holy Sect. I have trained my martial arts day and night for this very day, to repay the sect. Please, Holy Mother, issue your decree. I will give my all, spare no effort, and will not shrink from death!"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but sneak a peek at the Demon Empress's black-stockinged legs on the chair. The black gown was open in the middle, revealing the graceful, full curves of her crossed legs on either side. The stockings clung to her fleshy thighs, gleaming with a transparent sheen that almost mirrored her skin tone. At the top of her thighs, a hint of black lace trim was visible, and above that, a glimpse of bare, smooth, fair skin, emitting the musky scent of a mature woman.
The Demon Empress knew the young man was stealing glances at her and let out a charming giggle. She gave him a flirtatious look, her full, red lips letting out a soft hum as she said lazily, "What a sweet mouth you have, little puppy. So full of fancy words."
"Listen carefully. I have received a secret report that an important figure from the leader of the orthodox sects, the Tianxing Immortal Palace, will be passing by nearby in a few days. I need you to assassinate this person and bring me their head."
Mo Xingyun was stunned. The Tianxing Immortal Palace was where his mother resided. Now, his enemy, Wei Wuyong, had seized the palace, forcibly married his mother, and caused their separation. For these 18 years, he had thought about his parents day and night. Rumours outside said that his father was dead and his mother had remarried, but he never dared, or rather, was unwilling, to believe it.
He had long sworn to himself that he would go to the Immortal Palace to see the truth with his own eyes, to question that dearest mother of his why she would marry the man who killed his father.
Thinking that he would finally have a chance to act freely in the outside world, he raised his head and said, "Rest assured, Your Highness. I will capture this person and return with their head. I will complete the mission!"
The Demon Empress watched Mo Xingyun with narrowed, captivating eyes, her jade hand lightly stroking the armrest of her chair. With a half-smile, she said, "It's good to see such courage in a young man. I have written this person's route on this map. You will lie in wait along their path and ambush them. You must strike with a single, decisive blow."
Mo Xingyun said in a clear voice, "Yes, Your Highness!"
Her tone shifted, her captivating eyes swirling. Her voluptuous body leaned in close, her enormous, round breasts pressing against his chest. The waves of flesh beneath the thin fabric, her fragrance overwhelming. She leaned down, her red lips near his ear, and she nibbled on his earlobe as she whispered in a syrupy voice, "Xing'er, looking at your body, and you've grown so much more manly. If you perform this task beautifully... I will have a great reward for you when you return..."