Chapter 254: Plucking Flowers on Old Jiang (Part 2)

On the way back to the sect.

"Hmm?!"

Jiang Ye's unhurried footsteps suddenly stopped, and his brows lifted slightly.

Ever since he snatched a wisp of Hua Ning's Dual-Heart Spirit Body origin.

His five senses had long since far surpassed those of ordinary martial artists; even if a master at the same level deliberately hid their tracks, it was very difficult to escape his perception.

At this moment, he vaguely felt that there was a gaze in the dark sticking to him like a maggot on a tarsal bone.

That gaze was cold and sticky, carrying a kind of indescribable, evil strangeness that made one extremely uncomfortable.

He stood still in place, about to activate his Fire Eyes to scan the surroundings.

The next instant, a faint, faint, strange fragrance drifted into his nose along with the mountain wind.

That fragrance was sweet and rich, like flower fragrance, and also like medicinal fragrance.

The moment he smelled this strange fragrance, Jiang Ye felt the blood and Qi in his body suddenly become active like gunpowder that had been ignited.

A burst of dryness rose from the depths of his dantian, spreading along his meridians to his four limbs and a hundred bones.

"This is an aphrodisiac?!"

Jiang Ye's pupils shrank slightly.

In broad daylight, someone actually used bewitching incense on him.

Could it be that he had coincidentally run into that "famous" Flower-Plucking Demon?

Then this demon's taste was truly too heavy, actually wanting to lay a hand on even him, an old man.

And the other party's audacity was truly not ordinary.

Being only a moment's distance from the Upper Sect mountain gate, daring to cause trouble under the nose of the Upper Sect—no wonder he could be at ease in Linzhou Great City for half a year without being caught.

Jiang Ye slowly lifted a cold, chilling arc at the corner of his mouth.

If it really was that "famous" Flower-Plucking Demon.

Then it was equivalent to picking up twenty thousand contribution points for nothing.

Just as Jiang Ye's thoughts turned in his mind, a hazy whisper suddenly sounded in his ears; the voice was neither male nor female, indistinguishable in origin, as if someone was whispering right against his ear:

"Come over... come over..."

Immediately after, the scene before his eyes began to change.

A fox with an indistinguishable face actually appeared in his mind, beckoning to him from behind a layer of thin gauze.

The fox's claws were glowing with an eerie pink luster, and every time it beckoned, the blood and Qi in Jiang Ye's body became more restless, while his consciousness felt like it was being wrapped in layers of thin gauze, sinking deeper and deeper, becoming more and more hazy.

"Come over..."

The hazy voice sounded in his ears once again.

The next instant.

His body actually moved uncontrollably and strangely, following the direction of the fox's beckoning, and he paced forward slowly.

"What kind of evil art is this..."

Jiang Ye felt a chill in his heart.

Although his consciousness was being constantly dragged down by that strange power, he was generally still clear-headed.

This feeling was like being pressed by a ghost; he clearly knew what he was doing, yet he couldn't control his body's actions.

This was the first time he had encountered such an inconceivable, strange event.

However, he wasn't panicked in his heart.

High skill makes one bold.

With the foundation of the Five Elements True Qi in his body plus the Vajra Body that had just broken through to completion, he could fight even if a Primordial Realm martial artist were face-to-face.

And this practitioner hidden in the dark, since they wanted to use this kind of evil art to plot against people, shouldn't be a martial arts expert.

He wanted to see exactly who was playing this trick.

Jiang Ye simply let his body walk slowly in the direction of the fox's beckoning in his mind.

About half an incense stick's time later.

His body followed the direction of the beckoning and stepped into a dense forest at the foot of the Upper Sect mountain.

After walking forward for a good while longer.

Beneath a crooked-necked old tree in the dense forest, a black-clad figure came into his view.

That person's figure was slender and thin, his face feminine to the point of being eerie, his skin pale without a trace of blood, and an evil smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he was constantly beckoning to Jiang Ye, muttering words, his posture exactly the same as the beckoning fox in his mind.

"Is this person the mastermind?!"

A cold murderous intent quietly flashed in Jiang Ye's eyes, which appeared hazy and unfocused.

This person's aura was probably just a Divine Qi Realm martial artist.

He lowered his eyelids, concealing the imperceptible golden glow in his eyes, and allowed his body to be led by that evil art, walking step by step toward the effeminate man who stood proudly under the tree.

Seeing Jiang Ye's body slowly arrive before him, the black-clad man's pale face revealed an irrepressible look of excitement, and he muttered softly:

"I didn't want to make a move so quickly..."

"After all, you are an Upper Sect deacon..."

"However, your blood Qi is truly too tempting!!!"

"From far away, I could smell that scent..."

"And you had to be so ignorant of life and death as to leave the sect gate..."

"Then I have no choice but to make a move! Old Master!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but lick his lips and continued to beckon to Jiang Ye, "Come, let me take you to your new home!"

Jiang Ye's figure followed the other party forward.

Another half an incense stick's time later.

The black-clad man brought him before a hidden mountain cave, with the mark of "Number 18" crookedly carved above the cave entrance.

"From today on, you are Blood Slave Number 18."

The black-clad man turned to look at Jiang Ye, who had a hazy expression, a look of pathological satisfaction appearing on his feminine face:

"Come, let me taste what your blood tastes like; I have already been unable to wait!"

As he spoke, he actually pulled out a dagger and stabbed it fiercely toward Jiang Ye's chest.

Clang—

A harsh, crisp sound exploded in the silent cave.

The dagger forged from fine iron was actually broken at the tip by the force.

The black-clad man's pupils shrank slightly, then he laughed wildly, not angry but happy: "So you practiced a hard skill; no wonder you have such vigorous blood Qi—truly a heaven-sent masterpiece."

Green True Qi surged in his hand and was poured into the broken dagger, and he stabbed fiercely toward Jiang Ye's chest again.

Clang—!!!

Another even harsher, crisp sound.

This time, the dagger infused with True Qi couldn't withstand the terrifying rebounding force and shattered directly into dozens of pieces of broken iron, clattering to the ground.

And on Jiang Ye's chest, only two inconspicuous holes were left in his gray clothes, and there wasn't even a white mark on his skin.

The black-clad man was stunned.

He looked down at the empty knife handle in his hand, then raised his head to look at the unharmed skin beneath the two holes in Jiang Ye's chest, a look of horror finally flashing in his evil eyes:

"What kind of hard skill is this... my True Qi actually couldn't break the defense?!"

Just then.

Jiang Ye, who had been hazy just a moment ago, suddenly raised his head, his aged, seemingly unfocused eyes already restored to clarity and indifference: "Are you the Flower-Plucking Demon?"

The black-clad man's heart trembled violently, and he retreated several steps like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, exclaiming in disbelief: "You recovered your consciousness?!"

How could this be...

He hurriedly sensed the Gu worm in his dantian.

The mark was still there.

The Gu art hadn't been broken.

He felt a secret sigh of relief, looked at Jiang Ye who was still standing in place without moving, and an evil smile floated back onto his feminine face:

"I underestimated you; practicing such a formidable hard skill, it is normal to recover some consciousness."

"Unfortunately, you are under my Gu art and absolutely have no way to break it..."

Before his voice fell.

Boom—

A murderous intent, extremely yin and cold, erupted from Jiang Ye's body like an icy wind blowing from the Nine Nether Hell, instantly shrouding the entire cave.

The evil smile on the black-clad man's face didn't have time to transform into horror.

A pair of aged eyes without a shred of mercy had already reflected in his pupils.

"I heard the Flower-Plucking Demon is proficient in the art of disguise; let me see, what is your true face!" ===== CHAPTER 255 =====