Chapter 154: For You, This Poor Nun Is Willing to Become a Demon

"Esteemed guests, this is the mountain!"

Night was falling; the starry sky was brilliant, and the moonlight was like splendor.

At the foot of the mountain.

A plainly dressed old man could be seen, his hands tucked into his sleeves, bowing his waist humbly as he looked at Wan Wu'er and Pusa Hai, a fawning smile on his face, waiting for the tip promised by the noble guests for leading the way.

He was an old man from a village a dozen miles away, who had already been in bed with the lights out, holding his grandson.

In a farming household, there was no nightlife.

It was fine for a young couple; at least there was still some pleasure to be had.

But for an old man like him, after the day's work was done, he could only coax his grandson.

Thus, he had gone to sleep early.

Yet, just as he was drifting off in a daze, a knocking sounded at the door; he threw on his clothes to open it and saw this group of noble guests before him.

In the middle of the night, he had not wanted to leave his home.

This area was not peaceful to begin with, and these noble guests looked fierce and menacing; at a glance, they were not people to be trifled with.

But alas.

He could not resist the generous reward offered by the noble guests.

They gave him a bright ingot of silver directly, then told him to lead the way, promising two more ingots of silver as a tip once they reached the destination.

Three ingots of silver amounted to at least thirty or forty taels.

His son, daughter-in-law, and he worked all year round just to barely scrape by; this was a windfall.

Thinking that he had lived in this region for half his life anyway, he was very familiar with all the small paths.

Under the huge temptation, he agreed to the noble guests' request.

After placing that ingot of silver under his grandson's pillow, he put on his clothes and came to lead the way.

"Go up this small path; with the noble guests' foot speed, you can reach Ningyang Stronghold in at most two hours. I heard there is a group of newcomers in the stronghold who repaired the road, so it's easy to walk!"

The old man smiled apologetically and recounted the journey in his aged voice.

They had agreed beforehand that he only needed to lead them to the foot of the mountain.

It was precisely because of this that the old man had agreed!

Looking at the old man's expectant gaze.

Wan Wu'er and Pusa Hai exchanged a glance.

Afterwards, as Pusa Hai waved her hand, a Blood Lotus Sect subordinate walked out and led the old man to the side.

Before long.

The subordinate returned, wiping the knife in their hand clean before sheathing it.

"Still the old method. After finding the location, I will sneak over, let my Bi'er and Bing'er strike first to gain the upper hand, and then you all go up!"

Pusa Hai looked at Wan Wu'er and said.

Wan Wu'er frowned and nodded, saying worriedly: "The connection to the Demon Seed Blood Lotus is growing weaker. It is better to be early than late; we must resolve this quickly. The most important thing is to harvest the Demon Seed Blood Lotus; everything else can be eased slightly!"

Pusa Hai's brow immediately furrowed, and she said unhappily: "My daughter's matter is not important?"

Wan Wu'er was startled and sighed: "Don't argue at a time like this. Get the Demon Seed Blood Lotus first, then go pursue the whereabouts of your daughter; they are not contradictory!"

"Hmph!"

Pusa Hai let out a cold snort and said nothing more.

Then, the group hid among the grass and proceeded toward Ningyang Mountain in silence.

As expected of a Martial Dao True Person possessing the Ice Fire Divine Throat.

Liu Qingmei kept her eyes tightly shut, continuously digesting the Cultivation Points transmitted by her beloved disciple and refining them.

After a long while.

With the last trace of cultivation power, it was all completely absorbed by Liu Qingmei.

Ning Mu turned around, raised his hand to beckon Liu Xiaoya, and said: "Understood, Xiaoya, come here."

Liu Xiaoya blushed and followed step by step.

Her delicate, fiery red face held eagerness, and her beautiful eyes rippled like a spring lake.

She arrived beneath the throne on the dais.

Immediately.

One could see Liu Xiaoya, this backyard manager, kneeling down with practiced ease.

It was late at night.

The moonlight was as brilliant as splendor, its skin-like radiance shining upon the earth, making the entire Ningyang Mountain appear as if draped in a layer of silver light.

In the quiet Ningyang Stronghold, apart from the occasional crowing of chickens and the chirping of birds and insects in the forest, it was peaceful and serene.

In the backyard.

The rooms were brightly lit.

Chunzhi and the other maidservants, though they had returned to their respective rooms, were all lying at the windows, secretly peeking outside, their eyes filled with intense excitement.

Their gazes swept from time to time toward the room where Liuli Shitai was staying.

After all.

That was the Divine Nun Ciyun.

Thinking that such a high-ranking monk and Divine Nun could be conquered by their own young master, and even willingly and tenderly submit to his pleasure.

The hearts of the maidservants could not help but throb.

Only the room next to Liuli, though the lamp was also lit, appeared not quite as eager.

Yang Yanqiu sat before the vanity, watching her own blood and Qi in the bronze mirror, which were getting better and better, and she could not help but let a bit of joy flow in her eyes.

But once she thought about her status from now on.

A dignified Saint Mother of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, yet she had to be reduced to the private slave of a small bandit leader.

Not only did she have to submit and serve him, but she even had to overturn the Sun Moon Divine Sect for his sake...

Yang Yanqiu could not help but feel filled with sorrow.

Fortunately, ever since being had that day, Ning Mu had not sought her out these past few days.

Allowing her to gradually calm her state of mind during these few days.

However, watching that group of maidservants going in and out of the nun's room next door in the evening made her quite curious; after secretly observing for a long time, she gradually figured out the reason.

So, nuns also desire men! That nun has a very high Cultivation Points, yet she would actually let her heart be stirred by spring; what exactly is so strange about this Ning Mu that so many heroic beauties flock to him, rushing to fawn over him?

It would be one thing if it were just the Manor Mistress of Cangjian Villa.

Now there is also a Divine Nun at the half-step Divine Origin realm, who is said to be an extremely important figure in the Buddha Gate! Yang Yanqiu was completely baffled.

But she could not help but feel some curiosity in her heart.

So she also wanted to be like Chunzhi and the others, listening through the wall to hear the details.

And at this moment, Liuli in the room next door.

Beautiful as peach blossoms, eyes like autumn water, a flush of red gradually suffused her face, which was like a blooming peach blossom.

Wearing a spaghetti-strap dress that Xia Chan had found, she left large areas of her snow-white, delicate shoulders and neck exposed; her cloud-like hair was gently pinned up, with a few strands falling beside her fair neck, adding a touch of softness and beauty.

Her exquisite face looked slightly nervous, her fine brows furrowing slightly from time to time, her eyes filled with anticipation and unease, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip as if restraining the waves in her heart.

The spaghetti-strap dress was light and form-fitting, highlighting her exquisite figure, and her fair, fragrant shoulders radiated a charming luster under the soft candlelight.

The exquisite flowers embroidered on the dress appeared and disappeared with her slight movements.

Her hands were tightly twisting a silk handkerchief embroidered with mandarin ducks, which was a gift from Chunzhi.

Her gaze frequently turned toward the door, revealing her inner emotions, and she listened carefully to the movements outside; every tiny sound made her heart jump violently.

Her feet were unconsciously pressed together, her body leaning slightly forward, as if ready to stand up at any moment.

To welcome the arrival of that reckless Ning Mu.

At this moment, her heart and eyes were filled with both nervousness and anticipation.

Her heart was filled with incomparably complex emotions.

"Tap~ tap~ tap..."

Suddenly, Liuli's eyes froze, and a look of panic surged in her expression! He was here! That familiar sound of footsteps—besides him, there was no one else.

Liuli was suddenly flustered and short of breath, and layers of ripples surged on her cheeks, burning hot.

Not long after.

The door was pushed open.

Reflecting the moonlight, a long shadow was cast from the doorway, shrouding her entire person in that shadow.

Liuli was startled; she first looked at the young man who had arrived backlit at the door, then immediately lowered her head in unbearable shyness.

"You... have come!"

"I have come!"

Ning Mu grinned, stepped over the threshold, and then looked back.

In an instant.

The maidservants in each room hurriedly retracted their heads.

Ning Mu could not help but curl his lips, then closed the door.

"Has the nun finally thought it through completely today?"

Walking up, looking at the peerless beauty sitting on the edge of the bed, Ning Mu could not help but smile slightly, looking down from above, his gaze wanton and filled with aggression.

Following his gaze downward.

One could clearly see, beneath the U-shaped neckline of the dress.

Was the snow-white, full, and proudly towering compassion.

Hearing Ning Mu's words and feeling the other's highly aggressive gaze, Liuli could not help but feel her heart ripple.

This brat, his eyes looked as if they wanted to eat someone.

She always felt there was some unusual meaning in these words, but she could not say what was wrong. "I have thought it through; sooner or later, this step must be taken, right? For you, this nun is willing to transform into a demon!"

Liuli sighed softly, raised her head, and looked up at Ning Mu with burning intensity.

Her eyes were glistening and amorous, her tone gentle and shy.

Once the words fell, she could not stop her inner shyness, and she lowered her head again, looking at the other's toes.

There was no help for it; until this moment, when there were no restraints, she realized that she had never before lowered her head to see what her own toes looked like.

Hearing Liuli's words, Ning Mu's eyes lit up.

Just as he was about to speak.

Liuli suddenly raised her head, looked at him, her eyes carrying a bit of shyness, and asked while covering her face in embarrassment: "My nemesis, this nun... I am dressed like this for the first time, and I have carefully adorned myself; take a look, is there anything improper?"

She originally could not bring herself to ask this.

But unfortunately, the mission requirements were such that she had to ask.

As it happened, she truly wanted to hear the answer from Ning Mu's mouth.

As the saying goes, a woman adorns herself for the one who delights in her.

Having already crazily broken the precepts and gradually let down her guard, Liuli, who had stepped from the high and lofty Buddha Gate into the secular world, was also a woman! Being a woman, she naturally longed to obtain the satisfaction of the one who delighted in her.

"Very beautiful!"

Ning Mu nodded immediately, then tugged at the thin, string-like strap on Liuli's shoulder, causing her dress to sway along with it.

Liuli was instantly so embarrassed that she lowered her head and covered herself tightly.

Yet, Ning Mu's next words made her feel even more mortified.

"But actually, the Reverend is naturally beautiful. I prefer you wearing your monastic robes, that original, simple look. While these decorations are like adding flowers to brocade, they actually cover up your original beauty. The authentic, natural look is the best, after all~"

As he spoke, Ning Mu sat down and reached out to wrap his arm around Liuli's slender, willow-like waist.

Liuli's body stiffened instantly.

However, as her eyes flickered, she immediately relaxed.

It wasn't the first time they had such contact, and she was already immune to it, but the atmosphere was wrong right now, and coupled with the fact that she had prepared specifically, she felt a strange sensation.

"After all, for this first time, I prefer you to be in your identity as the Reverend. How wonderful that is, right?" Ning Mu coaxed.

Liuli was stunned for a moment, blinking as she looked at Ning Mu, and asked in confusion, "First time?"

"What first time?"

Ning Mu was also taken aback.

"Didn't the Reverend say that you had thought it through?"

"I did think it through... no, you brat, you don't think this nun is offering herself up, do you?" Liuli replied subconsciously, but immediately, she reacted, her pretty face turning incredibly red as she glared at Ning Mu in annoyance.

She hurriedly explained, "What I meant by thinking it through was..."

But halfway through her sentence, she froze.

What she meant by thinking it through was completing those two side quests, wearing the Black Ice Silk of Heavenly Silkworms stolen from Liu Qingmei, applying makeup, letting Ning Mu admire her, and then using other methods to help Ning Mu find relief.

It did not mean that she had completely let go of her Buddha Heart and was from now on handing over her purity to him! But these words... she could not say them to Ning Mu.

After all, the matter of the system could only be known to herself!

For a moment, Liuli could not help but feel incredibly awkward.

"Meant by what?" Ning Mu blinked, took hold of the compassion on the side closest to him, and asked with a wicked smile.

Liuli's heart jolted, her eyes flickering as she hurriedly and firmly said, "It doesn't mean anything. Can't this nun change her mind?"

Looking at Liuli's haughty little expression, Ning Mu could not help but chuckle.

However, he still followed her lead and nodded, saying, "Fine, fine, fine, anything you say. Anyway, the Reverend will be mine sooner or later."

"Bullshit, who is yours sooner or later!"

Liuli retorted with flickering eyes and rolled her eyes, but her tone was not very firm.

This brat was too much! In his hands, compassion felt as if it had turned into clay.

Ning Mu didn't say much more, gave a chuckle, pushed Liuli directly onto the couch, and then leaned over her.

"Unh~"

Liuli let out a muffled groan, looking at the youth getting closer and closer to her, her eyes shimmering and flickering, and two blushes climbing onto her pretty face.

She hurriedly closed her eyes.

The next moment.

Liuli only felt.

As if she were about to be drowned.

"Reverend, I won't force you."

After a long while.

Ning Mu let go of her mouth.

Then, looking down from above at Liuli, who had opened her eyes slightly to peek at the outside world.

He smiled lightly: "Since you aren't ready yet, well, I'm already here, aren't I? How about..."

As he spoke, Ning Mu's gaze moved to Liuli's long legs, which were wrapped in the Black Ice Silk of Heavenly Silkworms and appeared incredibly slender and plump.

Then, he feigned surprise and said, "Tsk, Reverend, these long stockings... if I remember correctly, shouldn't they be Mei'er's?"

Liuli was startled.

The blurriness in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by clarity, and flickered with panic.

And before she could think of an excuse to 'refute' him.

Ning Mu spoke again.

"Reverend, you aren't being good, actually stealing someone else's clothes to wear. Tsk tsk, this long dress, these accessories, they wouldn't all be stolen too, would they?"

"Shouldn't this be a violation of the precept against stealing?"

Ning Mu teased deliberately.

"Mm~ I, I just... just..." Liuli's eyes darted around, her mind a complete blank.

Facing Ning Mu's 'relentless pressure', she had no idea how to respond.

"Just what?" Ning Mu smiled wickedly and suddenly reached out to pinch her neck.

Suddenly having her neck pinched, Liuli felt panicked in her heart, even forgetting to resist, and looked at Ning Mu with grievance and pity.

"Just wanted to borrow them to please me?"

Hearing this, Liuli nodded hurriedly, her eyes flickering with embarrassment.

As if she had grabbed a straw to save her life, she said pitifully, "That's right, you like them, don't you, so I just... please, don't tell anyone, I'll return them quietly tomorrow..."

Liuli pleaded.

Ning Mu remained unmoved, instead raising an eyebrow and saying, "That's not impossible, but since you are pleasing me, why don't we make a bet."

"What bet..."

"Within two quarter-hours, make me surrender!"

"If it exceeds two quarter-hours, then I won't leave tonight, and from now on, the Reverend will be my woman completely!"

"If I lose, I won't tell Mei'er about this!"

"How about it?"

A smug smile crossed the corner of Ning Mu's mouth.

Upon hearing this, Liuli felt a panic in her heart, but for no reason, a surge of shame and anger welled up.

She did not know if it was because she kept hearing the name Liu Qingmei from Ning Mu, or because of the annoyance after being threatened.

She suddenly erupted.

With a lift of her hand, she directly shoved Ning Mu's hand away, moved back a little in extreme annoyance, glared at Ning Mu, and scolded: "Mei'er, Mei'er, your mouth is full of your Mei'er, then go find her, why come to this poor nun's room!"

"This poor nun didn't beg you!"

"This poor nun is, at the very least, a dignified Divine Nun, and my master, Poluo Chanshi, is renowned throughout the world; yet I have been so fawning and pleasing to you, even going so far as to sacrifice my looks to satisfy you, so why are you always so unreasonable and forcing me!"

"Did this poor nun owe you in a past life, or did I kill your parents in this life, that you must humiliate me like this!"

"Sob, sob, sob..."

Before the words had even faded, she curled up her legs, hugged them with both hands, buried her head in the crook of her arms, and began to sob.

Her shoulders were even shaking continuously, as if she were extremely heartbroken.

Ning Mu was stunned for a moment.

It was not because of Liuli's sudden sadness.

That was part of it, perhaps! But more importantly, it was because a voice had suddenly sounded in his mind.

It was Liuli's voice.

【Liuli's thoughts are fluctuating, the Host has glimpsed the following inner voice...】

【Liuli: This dog thing is just too much of a bastard, why does he always bring up Liu Qingmei in front of me, and keeps calling her Mei'er, Mei'er, non-stop? We are clearly in my room, and I've already acquiesced, can't he just restrain himself a little and think about me for a bit! Am I, the closing Disciple of the dignified Poluo Chanshi, not as good as that woman? What is so good about her? Isn't it just that her Cultivation Points are a little higher than mine, her chest is a little bigger than mine, and she is a little older than me? This bastard, he is simply unromantic. That woman is already a married woman, while I am still a virgin; what right does he have to like her more, what right...】

???

This is...

Suddenly, Ning Mu's eyes lit up; he had almost forgotten.

When the Number Two Sub-System was activated, the system gained a new passive function.

Thought Induction.

It provides a chance, at specific times, to sense the fleeting mental activities of the Sub-system.

Because he had never sensed anything before, he had almost forgotten about this passive function!

This suddenly emerging inner voice left him stunned for a long while.

But after a moment, Ning Mu looked at the weeping Liuli with a strange expression.

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(End of this chapter)