Monstrosity

"Which sect are you disciples from, to dare act so recklessly on the battlefield?" Qin Sang barked coldly. Led along by Fat Chicken, the group had nearly strayed out of their own battle line. Even if others had noticed the peril here, it would have been too late to come to their rescue. Fat Chicken finally realized what a terrible disaster he had almost caused. A chill gripped his heart, and he was filled with lingering dread; upon being reprimanded, he could only stammer, not daring to speak. The others were likewise as quiet as cicadas in winter. With a wave of his hand, Qin Sang recalled the Qilin Hairpin and thrust it sharply into empty air. *Bang!* A shadowy figure was knocked out of the void. Qin Sang's hand seal shifted, and the Qilin Hairpin transformed into a qilin, devouring the dark figure in a single gulp before pouncing toward the Sin Abyss cultivators, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. Seeing that a Nascent Soul cultivator had arrived in person, the Sin Abyss cultivators turned pale with fright. They hurriedly formed a formation, while their leader activated a blue jade bead in his hand, retreating rapidly under the cover of the grand formation. *Boom! Boom!* Qin Sang gave chase, disappearing into the rippling waters. Fat Chicken and the others exchanged glances and silently reformed their formation. Having tasted danger just now, none of them dared rush forward rashly again. Not long after. Qin Sang's figure appeared in an open expanse. Around him, wind vortexes large and small were tangled with the lake waters. At some point, he had given up the pursuit and arrived here, standing motionless. Looking around, vigilance appeared on Qin Sang's face. He tapped his finger through the air to summon the Qilin Hairpin back in front of him, gazed toward a patch of deep blue lake water to his left, and snorted. "Hiding your head while exposing your tail! Did you think a mere third-rate breath-concealing art could escape my perception?" The water rippled there, completely devoid of people, without even a shadow to be seen. After Qin Sang spoke, the current suddenly parted down the middle, and a figure walked out slowly, licking his lips. "Madame Luo is as vigilant as ever. It seems I must learn a few more concealment arts... Having not seen you for months, is Madame in good health?" Holding a flower fan, the newcomer was a cultivator dressed in brocade robes and black boots. He had handsome features, yet bore an abnormal, unsettling pallor. His tone was frivolous, and a trace of lewdness and eager longing lingered between his brows. He strolled out unhurriedly, not caring in the least that his whereabouts had been exposed. "It's you!" Qin Sang frowned, his face full of disgust. Previously, he had heard Madame Luo mention several Sin Abyss Nascent Soul cultivators she had clashed with, so as to avoid giving away his identity if he encountered them. This person was the one she had crossed paths with most frequently. This person styled himself Yue Sanren and was a demonic cultivator from Sin Abyss who specialized in evil dual-cultivation plundering techniques. Any woman plundered by him not only lost all her essence and vitality, which could never be restored, but after draining her dry, he would even turn the most beautiful women into lifelike puppets until he found a more perfect specimen. He was notorious even within Sin Abyss. Had it not been for Sin Abyss invading the other domains and bringing the righteous and demonic factions together, the righteous path of Sin Abyss might well have dealt with him long ago. Naturally, the higher the cultivation base of his plundering targets, the better. After the war broke out, Yue Sanren had set his sights on the female Nascent Soul cultivators of the Two Domains Alliance. He had taken quite a fancy to Madame Luo, and was rumored to have pestered Bing Han as well. Fortunately, Madame Luo was quite capable and had never let him have his way. Over the years, however, many female cultivators from the Two Domains Alliance had been abducted by him, meeting wretched ends. Madame Luo had once said that if Yue Sanren were at Mount Shuangjing, there was a high probability he would seek her out of his own accord, and she had guessed correctly. Facing an opponent familiar with Madame Luo carried the risk of being seen through. But there was also an advantage: Madame Luo knew Yue Sanren's methods intimately. With a shift of thought, Qin Sang formed a plan. Yue Sanren's divine abilities were mediocre, but he possessed an exceptionally formidable magic treasure—the flower fan in his hand. Refined day and night with evil plundering arts, it carried a lewd poison that was nearly impossible to guard against, and was twice as effective against female cultivators. If Fat Chicken hadn't been in slumber, could it have blocked this lust poison? The thought crossed Qin Sang's mind for no apparent reason, followed by Yue Sanren's teasing voice. "To be remembered by a beauty warms my heart!" Yue Sanren lightly waved the flower fan, smiling lasciviously. "Madame, why not yield to me today and share the ecstasy of Mount Wu, so as not to waste such a fine evening..." "Courting death!" His words were cut short by a stern shout. A rich azure light erupted in Yue Sanren's field of vision. A silhouette of the hairpin, fast as light and lightning, flew straight toward his face. The instant it drew near, it transformed into a ferocious qilin, opening wide its bloody maw. Unflustered, he released the flower fan. The magic treasure took flight into the air, its leaf facing the qilin, depicting an alluring painting of a beautiful woman. A burst of pink lust poison surged forth, turning into a naked beauty. Her facial features twisted, she let out a piercing scream, frenzied to the extreme and utterly devoid of fear, blocking the qilin's path. While driving the flower fan, Yue Sanren secretly pinched a jade bead in his other hand, splitting his focus to quietly channel the power of the grand formation. Where Qin Sang stood, a stream of water descended without warning from the heavens, transforming into a roaring white dragon that charged toward him. An unexpected sight unfolded. Under attack, Qin Sang did not dodge or evade at all, offering no resistance whatsoever, allowing the water dragon to rush before him and letting himself be trapped by the grand formation's power. *Crash!* Torrential waves surged, submerging Qin Sang. Yue Sanren was startled. He had not expected to succeed so easily, and his instincts told him something was off. Before he could figure out what was happening, he saw Madame Luo within the surging waves suddenly shatter. The first part to crumble was the chest, leaving a large gaping hole, yet no blood spurted out; the curves of her lower body remained voluptuous and alluring, an eerie sight indeed. "What kind of monstrosity are you?!" Yue Sanren paled with shock. Then, finally getting a clear look at Qin Sang revealing his true face, his expression changed drastically. Realization struck him like lightning, sending a chill down his spine as inwardly he cried out in dismay. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined an opponent could be so shameless! At the same time, a shrill, agonizing scream rang out. A speck resembling black ink suddenly appeared upon the female fiend blocking the qilin. Her body abruptly stiffened; looking closely, it was actually a wisp of black flame. In an instant, the flame spread across the female fiend's entire body, swallowing her whole. The qilin phantom had vanished at some point, revealing demonic banners hidden within. The Nine Nether Demonic Fire swallowed the female fiend and, without pausing for a moment in a soaring wave of fire, lunged straight for Yue Sanren! To the Sin Abyss cultivators, Qin Sang's name was already thunderous to the ears. In particular, Qin Sang's demonic fire banners were capable of slaying Old Demon Ye's Blood Demon Avatar—a manifestation rivaling the main body. It was terrifying beyond measure, an ordeal no one wished to face. *Whoosh! Whoosh!* The black demonic fire exuded a horrifying aura. Yue Sanren was terrified, finally understanding why Old Demon Ye's Blood Demon Avatar had been driven to the point of self-detonation! In his desperation, Yue Sanren hurriedly forced out a mouthful of blood essence and struck it forcefully toward the flower fan. The blood essence coalesced in midair into a blood-colored talisman seal and sank into the fan in a flash. The flower fan trembled violently, blazing with blood light, as dense pink vapor erupted like a cloud of pink mist. Within the fan face, there seemed to be a separate space. Several naked women from the fan's illustrations rushed out along the pink vapor into the real world. Yet the moment their figures materialized, the demonic fire surged forward in a frenzy. The lust poison that struck terror into anyone who heard of it had no resistance against the demonic fire, incinerated into nothingness in an instant without having the slightest effect on Qin Sang. Devouring their master's blood essence, these female fiends were even more deranged than the first, shrieking shrilly and displaying every grotesque, depraved posture imaginable.