Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 181 - 180: Peng Sword Immortal Falls into the Saintess's Palm Again

Shang Miaoyan looked at the Golden Sun Mark on her chest. Drawing upon her mastery of the Yin Yang Dao, she finally saw through its secrets.

"Is this… a Demon-Planting Mark you created with the Yang Emperor Heart Scripture?"

Her full, red lips curled into a smile, as if she were suppressing some kind of joy.

"Pei Yuhang, as a Righteous Sword Immortal, don't you despise the underhanded methods of Yin Yang Dao Cultivators like myself? So why have you gone and cultivated this same underhanded Demon-Planting Mark to use against me?"

"Why don't you join my Yin Yang Sacred Land, Pei Sword Immortal? Then I can be the Saintess, you can be the Saint Son, and we can become Dao Companions. It would be a celebrated tale for the Cultivation Realm."

Faced with Shang Miaoyan's mockery, Pei Yuhang simply assumed she had fallen into his trap and was now struggling helplessly with mere words.

"Shang Miaoyan, back in the Saintess Hall, when you first used the Demon-Planting Mark to force me into submission, did you ever think you'd fall for the same trick?"

"Of course I have~ Sometimes, Miaoyan wants Xiaohan to be the master, with me playing the part of the threatened, innocent maiden. But you never like to take the initiative, so naturally, I'm always the one who has to be the wicked master and force herself on my queen, Xiaohan."

Pei Yuhang's face turned ashen upon hearing this. He was so angered by Shang Miaoyan's refusal to drop her hooligan act, even at a time like this, that he let out a bitter laugh.

"You unrepentant villainess!"

"Now, kneel for me!"

Shang Miaoyan blinked, then knelt with a placid smile.

"Is Master Xiaohan going to punish this humble servant now?"

She licked the tip of her tongue, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation for what would happen next.

Shang Miaoyan was now kneeling on the floor, her body leaning slightly forward. The Red Lotus Cheongsam, tightly wrapped around the graceful curves of her waist, further accentuated her sensuous and bewitching allure.

The thought that this peerlessly beautiful woman was now at his mercy would likely stir wicked thoughts in even the most righteous of men, making them want to possess her for themselves.

But Pei Yuhang, having lived under the shadow of this Female Demon for years, was immune to such charms. He looked at Shang Miaoyan, who seemed to have surrendered to him, yet he still felt no sense of security. He said coldly:

"From now on, shut your mouth!"

Shang Miaoyan pressed her lips together and made a zipping motion over them with her fingers, indicating that she would not speak.

But when Pei Yuhang saw this, his pupils shrank. In his disbelief, he even took two steps back subconsciously.

"Wrong… Your hands can still move freely. You were never affected by my Demon-Planting Mark at all!"

"You're tricking me for your own amusement?!"

Seeing her lie exposed, a look of disappointment flashed through Shang Miaoyan's eyes.

"Xiaohan, why do you have to be so clever? Wouldn't it be better to play dumb for a little while? I wanted to see what you would do to me once I couldn't move."

She slowly rose to her feet, her gaze fixed on the spot between Pei Yuhang's eyebrows.

There, the Golden Sun Seal covering the Mandala Flower Rune began to dim. It seemed that the temporary Demon-Planting Mark Pei Yuhang had forged could not contend with the Yin Yang Sacred Land's Demon Pattern, which had been rooted in him for decades, and was about to fail.

The tables had turned once again.

Pei Yuhang sensed that things were dire. His last-ditch trump card had been easily neutralized by this Female Demon. He turned to retreat. If he waited until the Golden Sun Seal above his head completely dissipated, he would have no chance of contending with Shang Miaoyan.

However, this was Shang Miaoyan's room. A snare had long been laid, and from the moment Pei Yuhang set foot inside, he was fated to be "devoured."

WHOOSH—

The rose petals he had assumed were mere decorations all floated into the air, coalescing in midair into countless intertwining red silks that formed a spiderweb, blocking all of Pei Yuhang's escape routes.

Pei Yuhang gritted his teeth, spun around, and raised his sword to strike at Shang Miaoyan in a final struggle.

But the sword he swung grew slower and slower, until its blade stopped completely, motionless before Shang Miaoyan.

Time had not stopped. Pei Yuhang was simply paralyzed again.

Shang Miaoyan gently flicked aside the Silent Sword, branding a Lotus Seal upon its blade to prevent the restless Little Sword Spirit within from disturbing the "beautiful" moment she was about to share with Xiaohan.

"Damn you—! If you have any guts, release the Demon-Planting Mark!"

Pei Yuhang struggled desperately but couldn't lift a single finger.

A pair of slender hands gently cupped his face. The cool, smooth, jade-like pads of her fingers caressed his cheeks.

"Shang Miaoyan, how did you break my Golden Sun Seal!"

Seeing the rising flames of desire in the beautiful woman's eyes, Pei Yuhang knew he was doomed. Right now, he just wanted to know where he had failed. He believed that if he could just refine his strategy, sooner or later, there would come a day when he'd make this debauched Female Demon pay the price!

"Break it? Heh heh, I never broke it."

After speaking, Shang Miaoyan tore off the Golden Sun Seal from her chest, along with the delicate skin around it… No, that wasn't skin. It was a lotus petal.

Pei Yuhang came to a sudden realization. Shang Miaoyan's entire body was covered by a layer of fake skin made from lotus petals.

'This Demoness… is actually so cautious!'

"Xiaohan, as the Saintess of the Yin Yang Sacred Land, I'm intimately familiar with parasitic curses and Demon Seals. These kinds of Curse Techniques often require skin contact, and there are countless such techniques in the Yin Yang Sacred Land…

My position as Saintess isn't actually a stable one. Countless people want me dead, so I've prepared all sorts of defensive measures for myself."

"I just never expected that one day, they would happen to block your curse. It seems the Celestial Dao is still looking out for me, not wanting you to leave my side."

Shang Miaoyan lifted Pei Yuhang's face, speaking to him with infatuation in her eyes.

Pei Yuhang simply replied in a cold voice:

"You're telling me about this secret trump card. Aren't you afraid I'll spread the word?"

"You won't spread the word."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because you don't want me to die."

Hearing this, Pei Yuhang burst out laughing as if he had just heard the world's greatest joke.

Shang Miaoyan waited quietly for him to finish laughing before she spoke. "A moment ago, if you had wanted to kill me, you could have done it easily. I was stunned when you briefly broke free from my Demon-Planting Mark's control. An opening like that was enough for a top-tier Sword Cultivator like yourself to kill me ten times over.

But you didn't draw your sword. Instead, you put it down and chose to place a Curse Seal on me. You don't want to kill me."

Shang Miaoyan's voice was as gentle as water, flowing slowly into Pei Yuhang's ears.

"Ridiculous. I was just afraid that if a One Sect Saintess like you died here, it would provoke a war between our two sects and endanger my Dao Companion and disciple!

Don't flatter yourself!"

Pei Yuhang's voice was still ice-cold, but it couldn't extinguish the warmth in Shang Miaoyan's eyes.

"I don't care. All I know is that you just don't want me to die."

With that, Shang Miaoyan leaned in and kissed him, silencing all of Pei Yuhang's furious rebukes.

In the room, now somewhat dilapidated after a clash between Divinity Transformation experts, the faint sound of clothes being torn and thrown aside began to be heard.