Chapter 42: The chest cloth that is wrapped around the body tightly binds the ups and downs of the body...
"Are you going to continue to act stubbornly? I don't like the tone of your questioning." Su Tengyue walked out from behind the evil female cultivator, twirling her hair with her fingertips, looking innocent and naive.
Shen Wenji rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "In this situation, are you still pretending here? What is your purpose in luring me here?"
Su Tengyue's eyebrows curved, and her voice finally returned to normal. It wasn't deliberately sweet, but rather deep and full, with a mature charm: "What a clever young man."
She chuckled softly and said seriously, "Young Master He Huan Sect's essence must be extremely pure. The Demon Lord needs the essence and blood of immortal cultivators to condense the Tianque Bell. I thought, rather than letting you die a quick death, it would be better to let my sisters collect your essence first, so that we can make the most of it."
"These sisters are very skilled and will definitely give you a good time."
Shen Wenji's face flushed red. Although she guessed that Su Tengyue might have something to do with the devil, she never expected that she would be humiliated in this way.
It's not like she doesn't know everything about the art of collecting essences. The Hehuan Sect also has its own secret manuals on the subject. It's precisely because she knew this that she felt both embarrassed and annoyed.
Fortunately, she was a girl, and this group of people accidentally stumbled upon her and helped her escape.
Seeing that the room was full of female monks, Shen Wenji heaved a sigh of relief, but her expression remained calm. She twisted her wrist and made a sword flower: "Swords have no eyes, don't get close."
Su Tengyue's voice ended lightly, but her eyes were gloomy. "Warrioring with swords and guns is so ungraceful. Just surrender. I promise that after this night of fun, you will not like men."
Shen Wenji: "..."
How could she hear something behind the words? This guy seemed to have been deliberately making things difficult for her since they met.
"Hurry up, the incense is taking effect, he won't be able to toss for long." Su Tengyue clapped her hands nonchalantly, and the female evil cultivators immediately surrounded her, their greed in their eyes almost overflowing: "By the way, be gentle, don't ruin this good material."
The female cultivators wore strange, stiff smiles as they slowly approached. Unlike ordinary cultivators, their eyes were dull, like controlled puppets, blindly carrying out their mission.
Shen Wenji struggled to hold on with his sword and initially had the upper hand, but these evil female cultivators seemed to have no sense of pain and pounced on him one after another, making him very difficult to deal with.
The power of the incense was getting stronger and stronger, but Su Tengyue was still circulating her demonic energy as if it had nothing to do with her.
Shen Wenji felt her limbs completely weakened, her movements became slower and slower, her flaws became more and more numerous, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from her forehead.
After half an hour, she could no longer hold on. She was exhausted and felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on her back. Her sword-holding hand was shaking and she stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
Su Tengyue held her chin in her hand as she watched from the sidelines, sneering, "Oh, the disciples of the Hehuan Sect can't even withstand their own aphrodisiac fragrance? How... ironic."
The incense of the Hehuan Sect? Shen Wenji frowned. No, if it was just the incense of the Hehuan Sect, she would never be so embarrassed after taking the Hundred Pills. So what was the problem?
She suddenly looked at the evil aura surrounding Su Tengyue, and this ordinary yet weird house.
That's right, it's a formation! There's a demonic formation in this room that's imprisoning spiritual energy, and she needs to find the center of the formation quickly.
Shen Wenji pretended to give up resistance and used all his attention to observe the layout of the room, his eyes quickly scanning every corner.
Hanging on the wall was a seemingly ordinary painting of a lady, with delicate brushstrokes and a lifelike look, but under the candlelight, a few strange shadows could be seen faintly.
She took advantage of the situation and attacked the female evil cultivator with her sword, but pretended to be defeated and was pushed away by one of them. The sword flew out of her hand and hit the picture of the lady right on the head.
A moment of struggle flashed in the eyes of the female evil cultivators, and then returned to chaos. Shen Wenji's discomfort did not disappear. This was not the center of the formation.
Then, her eyes fell on the round table in the middle, where tea sets were placed, with cups arranged in an orderly manner. Only one teacup was upside down in the middle, as if it was done intentionally.
Shen Wenji crossed his hands over his chest, deliberately took a flying kick, and deliberately fell to the side of the round table.
His fingers accidentally grabbed the tablecloth, and with a force, he threw the teacup on the table towards the female evil cultivator who was flying towards him.
The teacups shattered to the ground with a crisp sound. She had made another wrong bet. This was not the center of the formation.
The debris on the ground did not stop the female evil cultivators from moving. They crawled closer as if nothing had happened. Their exposed skin was cut by the sharp ceramic pieces, and dark blood flowed all over the ground, but they still stubbornly held Shen Wenji's legs tightly.
The other person took the opportunity to pounce on her, straddling Shen Wenji's waist and pinning her down with his body. His sharp nails, wrapped in cold spiritual power, grabbed her clothes fiercely.
“Tear—”
The sound of tearing silk rang out sharply, and Shen Wenji's clothes were roughly torn open, spreading from below the collarbone to the waist and abdomen.
Time seems to stand still at this moment.
The evil female cultivator who had pounced on him froze in place, her eyes wide open, staring intently at Shen Wenji's open collar.
It was not the man's chest as they expected, but a plain white cloth wrapped in layers, stained with sweat and a little blood.
The bra wrap tightly bound the undulating curves, and the edges were even a little loose and wrinkled due to the violent struggle just now, which clearly showed the softness and fullness underneath.
The other female evil cultivators who were about to pounce were also stunned. The greed on their faces instantly turned into astonishment. They were unable to figure out what to do next.
Su Tengyue was watching the show from the side. Her lazy body suddenly straightened up and the smile on her face froze.
She had no time to continue circulating her demonic energy and subconsciously took two steps forward, her gaze fixed on the dazzling bra, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.
"You...you are actually a woman?" she murmured, her voice full of disbelief.
Shen Wenji was shocked and angry. The huge sense of shame was like ice water pouring over his head. His cheeks and even his neck turned red with shame and anger, almost bleeding.
The good news was that when they didn't react, she got a moment of respite, the restraint of the demonic energy began to ease, and even her weak body regained some strength.
Shen Wenji raised one hand to cover the torn collar and exposed chest, and clenched his palm with the other hand. The sword embedded in the wall returned to his hand as he was summoned.
She moved her wrist and a white light flashed.
The female evil cultivator sitting on Shen Wenji's waist had not yet come to her senses when she felt a sharp and icy aura coming towards her. The next second, the sword light pierced through her waist and abdomen without any hindrance. The huge impact force caused her to fly backwards.
The evil female cultivator fell to the ground not far away, twitched twice and then became silent. She turned into a ball of black mist and dispersed, leaving only a thick pool of blood.
The rest of the people wrapped around Shen Wenji's legs had pale expressions of fear on their faces. They were horrified by the sight of their companions' tragic deaths and subconsciously loosened their grip and fled from the killer in front of them.
The strange black mist transformed by the evil cultivator floated into the air, and in a moment, it was completely absorbed by the incense burner in the corner.
Shen Wenji's expression was sharp, she had found the center of the formation.
Seeing one of the female evil cultivators die, Su Tengyue came back to her senses, her face completely gloomy, her eyes changed from surprise to sinister: "Mr. Shen, no, Miss Shen is quite clever, disguised as a man? You are hiding it well enough."
She should have thought that the only person Xie Yunqing treated specially was Shen Wenji, and the woman she had met a few times before. No wonder Xie Yunqing favored her, no wonder no one who had seen her could remember her face afterward, and no wonder she couldn't find her after searching for so long...
It turned out that Xie Yunqing had deliberately helped her conceal the news that she was disguised as a man.
Shen Wenji turned out to be a girl. Wouldn't her plan for today, all the preparations for replenishing her yang energy, become a joke?
Forget it, the process is not important. Shen Wenji will not escape death today anyway.
"Hurry up, don't just stand there!" Su Tengyue shouted, a ruthless look in her eyes. "So what if she's a woman? A cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, her essence and blood are still useful. Capture her!"
The female evil cultivators came to their senses. Although the temptation of taking essence and replenishing Yang was gone, they did not dare to disobey the order and rushed forward again without caring about their lives.
Shen Wenji took a deep breath and suppressed the panic in his heart. Although exposing his identity was an accident, breaking the formation was the most important thing at the moment.
If you can’t use your own spiritual power, you might as well try another method.
She bit her lip and rubbed the blood on her lips with her fingertips. She pressed the blood on the hilt of her sword. In an instant, the spiritual power of the sword surged. She swung it lightly and tore a hole in the encirclement of the female evil cultivators.
In an instant, he raised his sword and chopped it down. With a loud bang, the incense burner in the corner was split into two.
"Puff—" Su Tengyue suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly suffering a backlash. She looked at Shen Wenji, who had recovered as usual, in surprise, and murmured, "How could you possibly wake up... and even break my magic circle?"
The shackles in the house were removed, and Shen Wenji felt the stagnation in her limbs disappear, and her spiritual power surged through her meridians again. She used her spiritual power to briefly stick together the torn collar of her clothes.
His cold eyes stared at the female evil cultivators who had lost the support of demonic energy and whose movements became increasingly slow.
She no longer hesitated, and the sword flashed like a thread. As she spun around, she pierced the throat of the person in front of her. The man didn't even have time to scream before he turned into black mist and dissipated.
Then, he tapped the ground with his toes, used the force to fly into the air, and swept his sword across, and several more black shadows were destroyed. These puppets controlled by the evil spirit, without the blessing of the formation, were nothing but lambs to be slaughtered.
But in just a moment, there was no evil cultivator standing in the house anymore. All that was left was thick bloodstains on the ground and the black mist that had not yet dissipated.
Shen Wenji put away his sword and stood up, looking up at Su Tengyue, his voice cold: "If you have any other tricks, feel free to use them."
Su Tengyue looked at the mess on the ground, snorted coldly, and shook the golden bell on her wrist: "I underestimated you. Don't think that everything will be fine after breaking the magic circle. This golden bell of mine is not an ordinary ornament."
The golden bell burst out with a dazzling red light, and the sound became sharp and piercing, getting louder and louder. The golden bell was then covered with cracks, and black slime oozed out of the cracks.
"I will use your soul to sacrifice to my bell!"
The black slime splattered all over Shen Wenji's body and suddenly turned into several pale and swollen hands, grabbing at her desperately.
Shen Wenji swung his sword to cut off the ghost hand, but saw new limbs growing from the broken part. He couldn't kill them all and was too busy to take care of them. For a moment, he was entangled.
She thought to herself, "Oh no! What the hell is this? It's so weird."
Su Tengyue took the opportunity to retreat while urging Lingyin to intensify the attack.
Suddenly, a deep shout came from outside the door, accompanied by the dull sound of a heavy object hitting the wooden door. The door lock fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the door was split open by the sword blade.
Xie Yunqing stood at the door, his scarlet robe smelling of blood and covered in dust. His panicked gaze immediately locked onto Shen Wenji, who was surrounded by ghosts.
After confirming that her life was not in danger for the time being, his tense nerves relaxed slightly. Then, Xie Yunqing frowned and looked at the golden bell on Su Tengyue's wrist. His tone was icy: "Su Tengyue, how dare you use forbidden techniques?"
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