Mo Xingyun recuperated in the Evil Moon Cave for a few days before heading out again. Having been tasked by the Demon Empress, whether out of personal interest or on her orders, he had to infiltrate the Immortal Palace once more to scout their situation.
He had been without parents since the age of five. Although the happy family life of his early childhood left an indelible mark, the lack of a mother's love and his minimal contact with women had made his character somewhat cold. The encounters with various people in recent days, and the lingering scent of the Xuanmei Demon Empress on him, had caused his heart to waver.
The charming faces and sexy figures of Ning Xuefei, Wei Miaoshu, Long Yue, and the Xuanmei Demon Empress Yin Luoyan flashed through his mind incessantly. Especially since he had never had physical contact with a woman before, his intimate experiences with Wei Miaoshu and the Demon Empress were like opening the door to a new world, allowing him to experience a new realm of life.
His internal cultivation had improved greatly by now; his internal energy was profound, and his footwork was powerful. Leaving the Evil Moon Cave, he reached the Immortal Palace mountains in less than half a day. It was still daytime, and the palace's defenses were tight. Drawing on his previous experience, he was still very wary of the orthodox figures within the Immortal Palace. He found a secluded spot, sat down to circulate his internal energy, and calmed his mind to digest and meditate.
As night fell, he rose to end his work. After these days of cultivation, his internal energy was now formidable, his complexion ruddy and healthy. His entire body seemed to subtly swell with a powerful, vigorous energy, clearly indicating that his recent fortuitous encounter had elevated him to a new level.
However, the words "body modification," spoken by the mysterious beauty Longyue, continued to linger in Mo Xingyun's mind. The ball of black silk threads that Longyue had transformed into lay quietly with him, having shown no sign of life since a few days ago. Mo Xingyun couldn't initiate a conversation with her, and while he didn't feel anything wrong with his body, he couldn't shake a strange, faint sense of unease.
He concealed his tracks, climbing from the bushes halfway up the mountainside. In a few swift movements, he reached the outer white walls of the Immortal Palace. He spotted a blind spot in the patrolling guards' line of sight and a gap in their patrol route. With a few tumbles and rolls, he landed inside the walls, infiltrating the Immortal Palace.
The purpose of this trip, as commanded by the Demon Empress, was to continue searching for the Immortal Palace's secret treasure. Last time, he had found the gesture code from his mother, Ning Xuefei's, bedchamber. The secret manual was still hidden under a tree not far from the Evil Moon Cave. He had already memorized the gesture code, and on top of that, he knew the defensive weakness of the "Xuan Palace" high tower where the secret treasure was kept. This mission could be said to be a sure thing.
The thought of the sweet "reward" the Demon Empress had promised upon his return made his heart race and his blood surge. He pictured her sexy, graceful figure beneath her black palace dress, her enchanting, voluptuous body, and those long, perfectly rounded beautiful legs wrapped in black silk stockings. An unavoidable stiffness began to form in his lower body.
After all, he was only twenty, at the prime of his youthful, passionate years. Although the hatred for his family's downfall always weighed on his mind, the allure of women was a test that even ancient heroes found hard to pass, and he was no exception. In recent days, he had been wrestling with himself: should he take the secret treasure for himself, flee far away, and begin his journey to restore the Mo family's glory? Or should he submit to the Demon Empress, gain the chance to get intimate with her, and become a loyal lapdog for the Evil Moon Cult? This dilemma gave him a terrible headache.
He shook his head vigorously, forcing these thoughts from his mind. For now, he had to stay calm, focus his spirit, and go all out to retrieve the secret treasure that belonged to his family.
Crouching low, he channeled his internal energy and activated the [Hidden Dragon Demon Art], weaving his way past the guards. The destination, the high tower, was just ahead. The flickering flames of the guards' torches were now clearly visible, swaying in the cold night wind.
A squad of guards holding torches walked past. Mo Xingyun waited patiently. As soon as the last guard passed, he seized the moment, crouched beneath the white stone wall, and shot swiftly towards the high tower.
"Can't you leave me alone! You follow me all day. How many times have I told you, I don't need you to accompany me, and I'm not interested in talking to you!"
Just then, a familiar young woman's coquettish voice came from around the corner ahead. Mo Xingyun's heart skipped a beat, and his steps faltered.
Seeing that someone was about to come around the corner, Mo Xingyun quickly hid in the grass beneath the stone wall. With the [Hidden Dragon Demon Art] active, his body seemed to merge into the grass, leaving no trace.
He then heard a man's voice say, "Little Palace Mistress, don't be angry. I've seen you looking so down these past few days. I figured the affairs of the Immortal Palace were weighing on you, robbing you of your usual cheerful smile. I was just thinking of telling you something amusing to make you laugh, to share the burdens of my future wife."
A sweet, pleasant maiden's fragrance drifted over as a few people turned the corner. Mo Xingyun saw that the one leading the way was none other than the only daughter of Wei Wuyin and Ning Xuefei, the Little Palace Mistress, Wei Miaoshu.
Her curvaceous figure was tightly wrapped in a green floral-patterned silk dress. Her snow white skin was smooth and delicate. The neckline was trimmed with black, transparent gauze that encircled her slender, soft shoulders and sexy collarbones. Beneath her fair, swan-like neck, her full, ample bosom rose prominently under her dress. Below her waist was a fully ripe, plump, perky buttocks. The dress was a puffy, knee-length skirt, its hem sewn with exquisite lace. Below it, a small section of her plump thighs and her beautifully proportioned calves were visible. Her slender yet shapely legs were wrapped in sheer, snow-white stockings, their fine, smooth texture seeming to emit a soft glow. Paired with lwhite high heels of about five centimeters, they accentuated her delicate, curvaceous, and sweetly charming figure to perfection.
She seemed to be in a bad mood, her pretty face expressionless. She walked quickly, her high heels clicking "tap-tap-tap" on the ground, her enchanting figure swaying. As she moved, her jet-black, shoulder-length hair kept swishing, releasing a captivating fragrance. Her full, ample bosom bounced up and down within the green silk dress. Her legs were exceptionally long and well-proportioned, making her look particularly tall. Though she lacked the seductive charm of a mature woman, her legs, wrapped in the delicate, sheer stockings, swayed with a youthful, vibrant beauty that was captivating in its own right. The elegant sway of her full hips and beautiful legs was dazzling. Flashes of her stocking-clad flesh would peek out from under her skirt from time to time. Her legs were plump and luscious, full of a firm, elastic sensuality.
Behind her followed two maids, but beside her, a tall, stout man was also trying to keep pace. The man had a cheeky grin on his face, his cheeks flushed, as he shamelessly stuck close to Wei Miaoshu. This man was Dong Hao, the young master of the Dong family from the Celestial Strategy Mansion.
"Who is your future wife! Dong Hao, I'm warning you, stop talking nonsense or I'll tell my father right now!" Wei Miaoshu's willow-leaf eyebrows shot up, her voice filled with disgust. She quickened her pace, not even bothering to look back at him.
Dong Hao however was unfazed. Instead, he sped up to match her, skillfully maneuvering to her side. He chuckled, lowering his voice with a hint of playfulness. "Little Palace Mistress, you're mistaken. Our marriage was personally arranged by the Emperor and my father. How could that be a trifling matter? Besides, what about me, Dong Hao, is not good enough for you? In terms of family status, my Celestial Strategy Mansion is a perfect match for your Immortal Palace. In terms of looks, while I may not be as divinely beautiful as you, I am considered quite heroic and extraordinary. In terms of martial arts, I will one day be able to protect you completely. Could it be that you're pushing me away because... you're shy?"
"Wh-who's shy! Stop flattering yourself!" Wei Miaoshu, with him being so close, could smell his masculine scent, and a blush involuntarily crept onto her pretty face, whether from anger or embarrassment. She turned her face away, avoiding Dong Hao's burning gaze, but her words were still sharp. "I just hate your slick, glib tongue! If you dare speak such nonsense again, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Oh, Little Palace Mistress, don't be angry, don't be angry." Dong Hao saw the playful, girlish pout in her eyes and lowered his voice mysteriously. "Little Palace Mistress, did you know? Yesterday, in the market at the foot of the mountain, I heard of a strange event? They say that the sow raised by the Zhang family, the butchers in the south of the city, learned to walk on its hands overnight and even started speaking human words, saying something like 'Heaven is about to bestow a great mission upon this pig.' It drew a crowd of over a hundred people. 'Tsk tsk, truly, the world is full of wonders!"
He told the story so vividly, with such an exaggerated tone and comical expressions, that Wei Miaoshu, who had been keeping a stern face, couldn't help but let the corners of her mouth twitch upwards slightly. But she quickly suppressed it, snorting lightly, "Nonsense! How can a pig talk? You must have made it up to fool me!"
"How would I dare to fool the Little Palace Mistress?" Dong Hao, seeing her expression soften, was secretly delighted and moved even closer, almost whispering in her ear, "If I'm lying even a little, may I... may I be forced to sleep alone in an empty room every night for the rest of my life, how about that?" As he spoke, his warm breath tickled her sensitive ear, causing her to shrink her neck, the blush on her face deepening.
"Who cares if you sleep alone or not!" Wei Miaoshu snapped, though her voice had softened unconsciously. Her beautiful, watery eyes glanced at Dong Hao as she asked curiously, "What happened then?"
Dong Hao knew that young ladies like Wei Miaoshu, who had lived deep in the palace for a long time, were most fascinated by strange tales from the outside world. He embellished the "sow's miracle" with fantastic details, making it sound thrilling at times and comical at others, gradually causing Wei Miaoshu to forget her previous anger.
As he spoke, he began to make subtle physical contact, "copping a feel" without leaving a trace. At first, it was just his arm "accidentally" brushing against hers when he got to an exciting part of the story, or his shoulder "unintentionally" grazing her beautiful hair.
Wei Miaoshu would frown and dodge at first, but gradually, as the story grew more captivating, her attention was drawn away, and her resistance to these small touches became less pronounced.
Seeing this, Dong Hao grew bolder. When he got to the part where the sow was being chased by a group of children and nearly fell into a manure pit, he feigned alarm with an "Aiya!" and naturally reached out to wrap his arm around Wei Miaoshu's slender waist, under the guise of "protecting" her. In reality, his palm pressed firmly against her soft waist, feeling its amazing elasticity and the unique, sweet fragrance of a maiden.
"You... what are you doing!" Wei Miaoshu was startled by his sudden intimate move and struggled instinctively, but Dong Hao's arm was strong, and her feeble strength was like a mere scratch. The warmth from his palm, transmitted through the layers of clothing, gave rise to a strange feeling in her heart.
"Don't be afraid, Little Palace Mistress. I was just worried you'd be tainted by the sow's bad luck," Dong Hao said without batting an eye, while his hand gave her waist a light pinch. Looking at Wei Miaoshu's charmingly angry and pouting expression, her stocking-clad long legs slightly pressed together from nervousness, the gentle curves faintly visible under her skirt, and her full, firm chest heaving slightly from shame and anger, he felt his mouth go dry.
Wei Miaoshu let out a soft "Yiiii" sound from the pinch, her pretty face turning so red it was about to bleed. She pushed Dong Hao forcefully and chided, "You... keep your hands to yourself! Who asked for your protection!"
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