Initially, all had been quiet, but in the last two days, the talismans had been triggered repeatedly, suggesting a fierce conflict was underway. Several times, he had considered investigating in person but hesitated, fearing a trap.
Yet now, it was evident that there was an entity—one that even Luo Shaowen, the new master of Black Street, had failed to subdue—holding its ground. Perhaps this was the opportunity he needed; he had to go and see for himself, for missing this chance to escape would be a regret he could never undo. However, the old servant remained uneasy about Jiang Yingji; if he was to leave, he had to take her with him. That pair of voluptuous breasts—capable of secreting "precious milk"—held the key to his ascension to immortality.
Without Jiang Yingji, escaping would be utterly pointless.
Just as the old servant was deep in thought, Jiang Yingji let out a soft moan. Her elegant, beautiful face showed a slight furrowing of brows, and her long, thick eyelashes fluttered as she slowly began to wake.
The old servant's eyelids twitched, and a jolt of alarm ran through him; Jiang Yingji had woken sooner than expected, likely because her constitution had been enhanced after absorbing the Pure Yang Essence.
Fortunately, he had administered a sedative; otherwise, she might have woken up right in the middle of their intercourse—a disaster he couldn't afford, given that now was hardly the time to offend the Queen of the Demon Capital.
Once this body fully recovered and could bear the weight of his true cultivation power... heh, he would make sure to ravage her tender, tight pussy right in front of the Queen of the Demon Capital, pounding it until the lips were splayed wide and raw!
At that moment, Jiang Yingji sat up and stretched her shapely, voluptuous body. She felt a twinge of puzzlement; despite having just slept, the fatigue weighing on her hadn't lifted—if anything, she felt even more exhausted.
She gently stroked her bare, rounded thighs, feeling a lingering, tingling numbness at the tops of her legs. As she shifted her hips, she felt a sensation of swelling and numbness below, as if a viscous fluid were sloshing and flowing within her body with every movement.
Yet, no fluid seemed to be actually leaking from between her labia, leaving her feeling somewhat perplexed. Although she harbored a fleeting suspicion regarding the old servant standing respectfully by her side, the thought vanished as quickly as it had appeared; after all, no one understood the true nature of that servant's body better than she did.
It was a body born in a vegetative state and further bound by heavy magical seals—devoid of vitality and akin to a walking corpse. The idea that the servant might have taken advantage of her while she slept was simply preposterous.
Moreover, the servant had rendered a valuable service: not only had he saved her, but he had also resolved the troublesome issue of her engorged breasts. Whether it was merely an illusion or not, Jiang Yingji felt the tight, aching pressure in her bosom subside significantly—to the point where it was barely perceptible—bringing her a welcome sense of relief.
"What is the situation outside? Is the chaos still ongoing?"
Jiang Yingji drew her shapely, well-proportioned legs together and rested them gracefully against the edge of the bed. Her snow-white feet lay side by side; the insteps were fair and the toes slender and tender—smooth as peeled scallions. They were adorned with small, rounded toenails that, even without polish, glowed with a translucent, rosy hue reminiscent of cherry blossom petals—a sight of indescribable allure.
She used her delicate hands to gather up her hair, which had become disheveled during sleep; every movement she made exuded an air of indescribable grace, elegance, and noble dignity.
Her knowledge of events extended only as far as Tang Lin's self-detonation; she was unaware that Black Street had changed hands. Yet, given that the old servant had identified Luo Shaowen as one of the "Seven Deadly Sins"—specifically "Wickedness"—and had usurped a portion of Li Zhiyu's essence, it was obvious that the mastermind behind Li Zhiyu's death could be none other than him. However, the old servant had no desire to invite unnecessary complications; Li Zhiyu's enemies were none of his concern. He simply wanted to quietly amass wealth and restore his own strength by feeding upon the body of the "Queen of the Demon Metropolis."
If he were to reveal this news to Jiang Yingji, her temperament meant she would never let her husband's enemy go unpunished. Yet, if she were to expose herself, Luo Shaowen would certainly not spare Li Zhiyu's woman.
Fortunately, although Jiang Yingji was concerned about their current predicament, she would periodically fall into a sudden, deep slumber. Unable to leave on her own, she relied entirely on the old servant to convey information.
Naturally, the old servant had concealed the truth. Instead, he claimed that following Qin Yan's self-detonation, the Black Street had descended into chaos—uncontrolled, dangerous, and impossible to exit easily. This explanation had successfully kept Jiang Yingji in check.
But now, hearing Jiang Yingji's question, the old servant's eyes shifted; he realized an opportunity had arisen.
Even though the Black Street had changed masters, its fundamental nature remained inextricably linked to the "Pure Yang Body," maintaining a strong affinity for it. Since Jiang Yingji harbored her husband's Pure Yang essence within her, she would not be subjected to the spatial realm's unique suppressive forces.
As long as he remained by her side, self-preservation should not be an issue. More importantly, the old servant believed he understood this space intimately; if the battles between the transcendents caused a rift or vulnerability in the spatial fabric, he might just find a chance to spirit the Queen of the Demon Metropolis away.