Chapter 339: Corrupting the Pure and Young Heart of Jiang Canghai Tianjun

Six thousand kilometers deep into the Spiritless Gobi.

Yellow sand filled the sky, cliffs and precipices stretched on without end, and spiritual energy had been completely severed at this distance—a death zone for cultivators.

Seven or eight kilometers underground, with a hum, formation flags and formation bases vanished one by one; the teleportation array's self-check was complete.

"Spiritual energy dissipates far too quickly in this region. At this rate, in a few years the spirit-stone reserves will be completely exhausted."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to sense for a moment, then busied himself again, laying down a spirit-isolating formation around the teleportation array to ensure it could operate normally for three hundred years after enough spirit stones were added.

"First test."

He took out an arm-thick desert lizard, applied some crude beast-taming restrictions, activated the teleportation array, and made it disappear.

A moment later.

"Still alive."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, nodded, set up another second-tier offensive-protective formation, and his figure vanished at the formation's center.

After teleporting twice like this, he returned once more to the border between the Spiritless Gobi and the Demon Nation's forest, concealed his form, and flew toward the direction of Master Tushan Demon City.

"A lone Jin Dan Chu Qi cultivator from the Liu Dao Sect is too rare a find. He carries more intelligence on the Dari Sect."

A cold light flashed in Jiang Ding's eyes.

Flying at a moderate pace to the skies above Master Tushan Demon City, he casually chose a corner of the formation and slipped inside; no one noticed a thing.

A mere third-tier inferior formation, long neglected and unrepaired—among the infiltration missions assigned to him by Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, it didn't even count as an in-class quiz. No difficulty whatsoever.

East City District, a corner of a courtyard.

No one knew an extra person had appeared here.

Jiang Ding silently observed a bustling courtesan-king arena in the distance with concealed divine sense and sword intent.

After months of competition—zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and song—tens of thousands of men fought and contended, while countless demons vied to offer spirit-gold flowers, supporting their favorite courtesan.

The result was within expectations.

The masculine and handsome Yu Yu Lingzi won the position of top courtesan.

The plain-looking Qing Qing Yunzi, thanks to his one-of-a-kind ordinary appearance among so many handsome men and his late Foundation Establishment cultivation, took second place; the spirit-gold flowers sent by the frenzied demon cultivators piled into mountains.

"A life of mediocrity—never thought I'd win a second place at the end."

The frenzied cheers of the demon cultivators brought Han Lin no joy at all. He sighed softly, recalling the many prodigies and outstanding talents he had encountered along his journey.

Their lives must truly be brilliant and dazzling, weren't they?

"Senior, how could your life be one of mediocrity?"

The masculine and handsome Yu Yu Lingzi was somewhat curious, and said enviously, "A late Foundation Establishment cultivator—how many cultivators struggle their whole lives without ever reaching it? You don't look old at all. In the eyes of countless cultivators, you're already a towering monument of a figure."

"Is that really so?"

Han Lin was taken aback.

For a moment, some comfort welled up in his heart as he looked at this mortal who shared his plight.

"Exactly so!"

"I've heard people say that a late Foundation Establishment cultivator is already the Laozu Sect of many cultivation clans."

Yu Yu Lingzi declared with conviction: "Once we meet the King and receive her favor, our future will be bright—second to none, above ten thousand!"

His face was full of confidence and hope.

"Indeed."

Han Lin sighed softly in his heart, not breaking this mortal's beautiful illusion.

The two waited a moment. Two flying flower-carriages flew over from the royal palace, leaving behind afterimages of a hundred flower petals, while dozens of beautiful fox-tribe guards followed closely, attending on either side.

The many demon beasts fell silent; the clamor vanished.

"The King has a decree!"

A late Foundation Establishment fox-tribe member, her voice enchanting, announced: "Summon Yu Yu Lingzi and Qing Qing Yunzi to attend the King's bedchamber."

"How blessed the King is."

The surrounding female demon beasts revealed expressions of utter envy.

The male demon beasts were the same, fixing the two human slaves with jealous, hateful gazes, thinking that once the King grew tired of them, they'd buy them with some money and torment them thoroughly to vent the fury in their hearts.

The fox-tribe guards pulled Han Lin onto the carriage, steered the flower-carriage flying toward the royal palace, with petals' afterimages fluttering all across the sky.

……

"Might as well just kill the Hundred Flowers Fox King and be done with it."

A thought surfaced in Jiang Ding's mind.

Who knew how long this Liu Dao Sect Jin Dan would stay in the demon palace—he didn't have that much time to lie in wait.

"No good."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath: "Princess Princess Chiyan, a late-stage Jin Dan fox king, has joined forces with the Xiang Qiyu Sect to jointly attack Xuetudian and dig out her lair. If we do that, she'll go mad. I still can't beat a late-stage Jin Dan cultivator right now—let's talk about it later."

"When the time comes, every man-eating demon beast in this city will die."

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

"All Foundation Establishment ones, kill them all. Qi-Refining rank minor demons are too weak—I don't want to bother. If Han Lin is still alive by then, let him help out."

Subtle divine-sense fluctuations seeped into the royal palace; some of the concealing formations were utterly useless.

Moreover, these formations had been specially designed, emphasizing a sense of being half-visible, half-hidden, and didn't much care about concealment capability.

Many three-tailed fox-tribe maids covered their mouths and giggled softly, observing their King's battle with the two top courtesans and studying earnestly.

"Such a pretty one…"

The Hundred Flowers Fox King was petite, with a cute appearance and a magnificent bosom. Standing on tiptoe, she gently stroked Yu Yu Lingzi's clearly defined, muscular chest and laughed softly: "Am I pretty?"

"…p-pretty…"

Yu Yu Lingzi's lust and soul surrendered at once; instantly bewitched, he couldn't help but pick up the little person before him, loosening clothes and undoing belts, making the Hundred Flowers Fox King giggle coquettishly as she let him touch and grope as he pleased.

A moment later, two pale bodies tangled together, pink mists spreading outward.

Han Lin's face flushed, his breathing unsteady, no longer able to maintain a calm state of mind.

"The king really did start with the appetizer. I win—Xueli, the three of you each owe me ten spirit stones."

A fox-tribe palace maid covered her mouth and laughed softly.

"In the past, His Majesty always started with the main course."

Several other fox-tribe palace maids looked somewhat disappointed, their burning gazes fixed on Han Lin as they said without any concealment: "That's fine too. Hopefully His Majesty will leave behind more medicinal dregs, so that our cultivation may advance further."

Han Lin's heart turned cold, and he awoke somewhat from his desire.

Vaguely, he understood what the medicinal dregs were.

He could not help but fall into a deep despair, his divine sense fixed on a certain spot on his arm, yet unable to see the slightest hope of survival.

A moment later, his mind was once again clouded by desire, hazy and indistinct.

"What do you think—how long can the appetizer last?"

The palace maid who had spoken first pocketed her spirit stones and asked with a smile.

"One hour, surely. His Majesty is tender with his women."

"An hour and a half—no, two hours…"

The fox-tribe palace maids' chattering voices, squabbling, were exquisite and melodious, like a lark's song, stirring great desire in anyone who heard, making them wish to rush forward and become dogs beneath their skirts, indulging in passion and lust for a dozen-odd days, death be damned.

They guessed wrong.

The great battle lasted three days, and still showed no sign of stopping.

"This mortal is truly heaven-gifted."

The fox-tribe palace maid said in surprise.

Seven days,

fourteen days,

twenty days.

Still no end in sight.

The pleasures between the sheets continued on; the shrieks and panting grew ever higher, the boudoir bed forged from a supreme-grade dharma artifact creaked and groaned, and the Hundred Flowers Fox King's tender pink body gradually turned pale, her brows tightly furrowed, revealing traces of pain.

"Your Majesty…"

The fox-tribe attendants panicked, yet did not know what to do.

"A full twenty days."

"My young, innocent heart has been utterly defiled by the two of you."

At this moment, Jiang Ding, who had been cultivating with closed eyes for a long time, opened his eyes, threads of killing intent surfacing: "As the price, lives must be paid in return."

Dinner continues.

(End of this chapter)