Chapter 4 4 100,000 Volt Chastity Pants

Taiyan Sect.

The immortal palace of Lingyue Immortal Venerable is located at the top of Longji Peak. The palace is named "Wuji" and is built with ten thousand year old black ice. It is usually deserted by people, and even the cranes in the sect fly around it, because no matter how powerful or spiritual birds are, they can't withstand the pervasive extreme cold.

Today, the five peak masters braved the severe cold and came to Longji Peak for the first time.

The five sisters and brothers are all direct disciples of the old sect master Xu Ji Daojun. They came here today to volunteer to protect their junior brother and transfer his soul.

Three months ago, the seal of the Chaos Realm loosened, and Ling Yue Immortal Venerable went to Beiming and extracted three ribs to stabilize the formation. After returning, he had to nourish them in the cold pool at the top of the mountain until his bones grew back.

For this reason, the retired leader of the Yanshi Sect personally came out of seclusion and made a puppet body for him to temporarily store his soul while he was recuperating.

Five powerful men ranked in the top 20 of the Three Realms stood at the door of the hall, rubbing their hands, stamping their feet, and trembling, with none of their usual immortal demeanor.

"Junior Brother, this palace is too cold..."

"It's cold, but can you change the lights inside? The moment you walk in, the light turns gray and white, and there's no shadow. I get scared every time I go in. Won't it cause me to develop demons if I live here for too long?"

"You need to have a heart before you can have inner demons..."

"Junior brother, I just don't like the noise of colors that disturb my eyes, so I ordered these colorless shadowless lamps. The lampshades are all mist crystals dug from the depths of the Western Ocean..."

"Wow! That's going to cost so many spirit stones!"

Although this place was still several dozen feet away from the Wuji Palace, they still used secret sounds cautiously - the junior brother's cultivation had reached a height that they could not estimate, and it would be bad if he heard them gossiping.

Although the junior brother treated them gently and politely, they always felt inexplicably scared when they saw him.

Perhaps it was because his cultivation was too high that he naturally exuded a sense of oppression.

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Fu Tingyun lay expressionlessly on the priceless black ice bed, listening to his senior sisters and brothers chattering nonsense.

They used secret sounds, speaking in extremely low tones, thinking they were keeping it a secret, but they didn't realize that he was forced to hear it clearly.

In his eyes, people are divided into two categories, one can be killed and the other should not be killed. There are a total of six people on the second category list, and except for the second category, all others are in the first category.

These five people all belong to the second category.

It is very noisy, but it is not advisable to kill it.

The five people entered the Wuji Palace while whispering in secret voices.

The second senior brother had always been the most sentimental among them. He stepped forward and carefully took his junior brother's hand, stroking it, tears in his eyes: "Little junior brother, why didn't you tell the senior brothers and sisters that you were injured? When I think of you lying alone in this cold Wuji Palace..."

Before he finished speaking, an indifferent voice came from the side, chilling his heart, and everyone present shuddered at the same time.

"That's a puppet."

"Ha, ha," the second brother laughed awkwardly, put down the puppet's hand, and patted the back of his hand. "Senior brother is getting old, and his eyesight is getting worse."

He turned around and whispered to his companions, "I was wondering why Junior Brother looks more lively today."

Others agreed.

"Don't say that. Really, don't say that."

"No wonder Second Brother made a mistake. If I had to guess, I'd also guess that one is the real one..."

"Oh! I almost forgot about the important matter," said the eldest sister, "Hey, hey, hey, everyone, stand in your positions, don't mess around... No, Old Five, why are you confusing the Azure Dragon and the White Tiger again? You should stand over there..."

After saying that, she turned around and smiled at her junior brother: "Don't worry, junior brother, with my senior sisters and brothers here, everything will be absolutely safe!"

Fu Tingyun started learning at the age of three and a half and was raised by his master Xuji Daojun. He knew very well how to deal with people who are emotionally rich but not very talented.

His tone was calm and unperturbed, "It's just a small spell, no need to trouble you, brothers and sisters."

"How can that be!" Second Senior Brother trembled, tears welling up in his eyes. "You kid, you hid everything from us. If it weren't for the Yanshi Sect delivering the puppet, we would still be in the dark! Before Master passed away, he specifically told us to take good care of you... I'm truly sorry for Master's spirit in heaven."

The spirit of the Taoist Master Xuji has fallen, and his soul has dissipated between heaven and earth. There is no spirit left in heaven.

Fu Tingyun wisely did not say it.

After a while of commotion, they finally took their positions and set up the formation.

"Junior brother, the soul transfer method is very important, don't be impatient, take your time..."

Before the second senior brother could finish his words, the spiritual pattern between Fu Tingyun's eyebrows flashed, and his soul left his body.

The soul transfer technique is indeed very dangerous. Every few years there are reports of accidents involving powerful people transferring souls, but Fu Tingyun is not one of them.

For him, this technique was as easy as drinking water.

As luck would have it, the Yanshi Sect sent a young disciple with a clean face and a flat head to deliver the goods. He was spotted by the third senior sister, who discovered that he was injured. The sisters and brothers decided to mobilize a large force to protect him.

If not for this, he would have transferred his soul long ago.

Fu Tingyun heard the surprised cries of his senior sisters and brothers, but he felt nothing in his heart.

If he could make a mistake even when transferring his soul, there was no point in him becoming an immortal. It would be better for him to die sooner rather than later.

In a moment, he felt the familiar formation pulling him and he fell steadily into the puppet's spiritual palace.

It's very simple.

It was so simple that it seemed... wrong.

Fu Tingyun knew something was wrong without waiting for his five senses to recover.

The puppet body he prepared was made of his own flesh and blood, and could accommodate his soul.

But the spiritual palace of this one is much smaller. Forcing it in is like binding the whole body with dragon skin and then tightening it with black iron hoops. The only difference is that it is not the body that is bound but the soul.

In addition to the spiritual palace, the tendons and veins are also narrow and thin. Too much spiritual energy is infused into them and they are almost bursting.

It feels tight, suffocating and very uncomfortable.

His soul transfer technique could not have been wrong, and this could not be an ordinary puppet - it must have a spirit gathering array set up by him personally, and it must be able to accommodate 30% of his spiritual power.

It only took Fu Tingyun a moment to realize that this was the old puppet body he had used three years ago.

At that time, there was no time to reshape it with his own flesh and blood, so he chose one that he barely liked from the ten sent by the Puppet Sect Leader, integrated a drop of his blood into it, and discarded it after only one month.

It was teleported to the Molten Abyss at that time and should have been destroyed long ago. Something must have gone wrong during the destruction process - it was not surprising that the Molten Abyss was guarded by those five people in turn.

The spirit gathering array in the old puppet was still there and took effect before the new array, so he came here.

Because of the inappropriate size, it would take him at least seven days and at most ten days to fuse with the puppet until he could use half of his cultivation.

It would take at least three days for those people to realize something was wrong, and then they would go to the Puppet Sect to ask someone to investigate the cause. It would take at least ten days to find out his whereabouts and send someone to find him...

Fu Tingyun calculated that it would take at least twenty days.

However, a puppet body cannot transmit sound over thousands of miles.

Right now he has only two options: one is to damage his own soul, destroy the formation, and destroy this puppet. His soul will naturally return to the new puppet, but it will cause great damage to himself, and it will take at least a year to recover.

The second way is to wait for three months.

Even a three-year-old child knows how to choose.

He merged his soul with the formation without hesitation, but at this moment, he discovered something in the spirit gathering formation that shouldn't exist.

Among the thousands of golden threads, there is a red thread as thin as a spider silk.

It was the blood of another person, and the blood of a mortal whose cultivation was almost non-existent.

Once it discovered it, the weak and thin red thread floated over, trembling, and tentatively touched him, then immediately ran away. After a moment, as if seeing that he had no reaction, it became more aggressive and came closer and wrapped around his little finger.

For the first time in his life, Fu Tingyun felt absurd.

There was a trace of his breath remaining in the puppet body he used, which was equivalent to a restriction that no one could break. Not to mention forming a blood pact, even trying to explore the tendons and veins would backfire, and either die or go crazy.

That person's cultivation was low and his talent was almost non-existent, so he must have used some extraordinary means.

He looked at the fragile red thread wrapped around his soul. Such a spell could bind ordinary puppets, but it was like a dream to bind his soul. With just a slight poke, the red thread would break, and the man's soul would be shattered.

Breaking the contract would also have backlash on him, but compared to being bound by something unknown, this backlash was nothing.

But for some reason he didn't act immediately.

Perhaps he was a little curious about how that mortal with low cultivation level could make a blood contract with his puppet.

Curiosity was also foreign to him.

The soul and the formation began to merge, and the senses gradually returned.

The first thing to return is the sense of smell.

The rich and pungent smell of spices was mixed with a scent that did not belong to flowers or herbs. It was light and faint, very similar to the red silk thread, and belonged to the same person.

Next comes touch.

The hot flashes and stuffiness were completely different from his Wuji Palace, but he couldn't tell where this place was.

Someone was moving in the dense mist, a woman.

Although he still couldn't see, the air currents made the outline of that person clear in his mind - like some non-existent flower, with a thin stem and delicate petals that would break if bent or touched. Her spiritual power was even inferior to that of some spiritual flowers.

She held her breath, raised her hand, and extended a finger.

Fu Tingyun didn't know what such thin fingers could be used for.

For the first time, he discovered that there were things in the world that he could not understand.

Then the finger poked his waist and abdomen.

Very light, like a butterfly paused for a moment.

Vision was restored at this very moment.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at this incredible mortal girl in confusion.

Now she had not only outlines but also colors, lots of colors, especially different shades of pink and white.

Each color can be further subdivided into thousands of subtle layers, which are transformed into a cloud of peach blossom mist by the water vapor.

Fu Tingyun has never liked things with too many colors.

Therefore, he used special lamps in his Wuji Hall that could filter out all the distracting colors.

At this time, he had not yet fully merged with the puppet and was unable to speak, so he looked at her coldly.

The girl tensed up instantly, retracted her hand, raised her eyes and looked at him anxiously, her distinct blue and white eyes seemed to contain a clear spring.

Then he saw her lips part, fresh and moist, like flower petals wet by a light rain.

The last thing to recover was hearing.

A soft voice sounded beside my ears: "Sorry, I might have to take off your pants..."

Fu Tingyun understood the meaning of this sentence, but he didn't understand it.

Was she speaking human language? Or was she saying something else?

Before he could figure it out, the girl had already reached out to his waist, hooked her slender fingers around the tie of his underwear, and began to untie the knot.

Her head hung very low, revealing a slender snow-white neck, which gradually turned pink. Fine beads of sweat seeped out, wetting the soft hair at the hairline.

As she began to work, she muttered, "Excuse me, I just need to take a quick look at your... sword... its size, length, hardness, etc... Otherwise, it might be inconvenient to operate..."

It took Fu Tingyun several breaths to understand what she was doing and saying, but he still didn't understand.

Is what she said really human words?

The moment the knot was untied, the formation restriction was triggered, and the mortal girl was blown away by the spiritual wind.

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Su Xiaoyuan was completely confused.

The puppet's belt was tied in a knot. She tried to untie it for a long time, but she felt more and more embarrassed. She started talking nonsense to try to ease the embarrassment, but it made her even more embarrassed.

He was sweating with anxiety and finally got it untied. But suddenly, a white light flashed before his eyes, his fingertips felt numb as if they had been electrocuted, and he was lifted into the air.

Some pants look like ordinary pants, but they are actually 100,000 Volt Pika Pika chastity pants!

With a "splash", Su Xiaoyuan fell into the hot spring.

As luck would have it, she fell into the deepest part of the center, where the water was above her head.

She had learned magic, but after being electrocuted just now, the little spiritual power in her veins seemed to be drained away in an instant. Her whole body felt numb and she had no way of regulating her breathing and luck.

And she can't swim!

Instinctive fear gripped Su Xiaoyuan. The more anxious she became, the more she made mistakes. She thrashed around in the water and gulped down several mouthfuls of water.

The choked tears and hot spring water blurred her eyes.

"Help...Help!" She called for help to the puppet.

But the puppet just stood quietly on the shore, with his chin slightly raised, watching her struggle in the water coldly.

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Fu Tingyun: You speak foreign languages ​​best