Chapter 472 - 281: The Might of the Curse Seal, Controlling a Late Stage
Chapter 472: Chapter 281: The Might of the Curse Seal, Controlling a Late Stage
It pained Ye Qingwu to the core to see this, but there was nothing she could do.
After all, one must accept defeat! Such is the law of the jungle in the Cultivation Realm!
If she had succeeded this time, Lin and Mo would have been the ones to die, and everything they owned would have become hers. Therefore, she was already lucky just to have escaped with her life.
...
Over the next few days, no one else came to cause trouble.
However, they didn’t encounter any more Nether Void Demon Beasts for Lin Changheng to collect Essence Blood from.
Mo Zhaoli saw the disappointment in Lin Changheng’s eyes and grew pensive. After laying the final Array Base, she smiled and asked him the reason.
Lin Changheng had no intention of hiding it from Mo Zhaoli. In fact, just the night before last, their constant companionship—spending every waking moment together—had caused the affection that had brewed between them for over eighty years to deepen and mature, to the point of overflowing.
As the night deepened, the atmosphere between them grew more and more intimate. Lin Changheng finally gave in to the surging emotions he could no longer contain. His kisses, which before had been tenderly and cherishingly placed on her forehead, slowly drifted downward, his target aimed squarely at her slightly pursed, glistening, and irresistibly alluring lips.
Lin Changheng moved in slowly, a hint of hesitation in his actions, giving her time to react.
Mo Zhaoli had a strong sense of what was about to happen. The blush on her gentle, graceful face deepened, and even her crystal-clear earlobes flushed a rosy pink. Her heart pounded like a war drum. She could clearly see the undisguised affection and longing in Lin Changheng’s eyes. His gaze felt so real, so tangible, that it sent a searing tremor through her heart.
Yet, she had no intention of avoiding it. Her long eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a startled butterfly, and then, slowly, she closed her eyes in surrender.
It was a silent permission, an act of complete trust and surrender.
The moment she closed her eyes, Lin Changheng no longer hesitated. He lowered his head and unerringly captured her cool, soft lips.
"Mmph..."
At first, it was a touch as light as a feather, but soon, the emotions that had been suppressed for decades burst forth like a collapsing dam, completely uncontrollable.
As their lips and breaths mingled, he gradually deepened the kiss, his touch a mixture of undeniable tenderness and dominance.
Mo Zhaoli was stiff at first, but under his firm yet gentle guidance, she gradually began to respond in kind, albeit awkwardly. Her hands, once hanging by her sides, had at some point found their way around Lin Changheng’s back, her fingertips clutching tightly to his robes.
...
In response to Mo Zhaoli’s question, Lin Changheng confirmed that he did indeed need some Nether Void Essence Blood. As for the quantity, he required no less than ten portions of each type.
If it was more than that, all the better.
Mo Zhaoli didn’t ask what he specifically needed it for. She simply nodded and said that after the mission was complete, she would try to propose a small-scale trading meet. Someone there might be interested.
At that point, he would have a chance to obtain other types of Nether Void Essence Blood.
"A good plan."
Lin Changheng smiled.
「The next day.」
After finishing up their work, the two of them flew together to the core of the Quasi-Tier Three Spiritual Land. They found a group of Purple Extreme Sect Cultivators already waiting inside, some sitting, some standing, some cross-legged in meditation, and others leaning against tree trunks.
In the center, the formation of the Grand Array was mostly complete. Jin Daoyao was still bustling about within it, presumably linking the various Array Bases.
Off to the side, Master Linghu remained perfectly still, continuing to refine his Black Wood Banner Magical Treasure Embryo.
Clearly, his progress was a little slow. Ideally, a Magical Treasure should be fully formed within ten years of breaking through to the Core Formation realm.
Then, Lin Changheng also noticed that the number of people had changed...
There had originally been ten of them, but now only nine remained.