"This was made from the blood of the Hehuan Demon. I should have spared Le Chao's life if I had known." Fu Mingxu gasped again and recounted in broken sentences how he had killed Le Chao.
Han Tao didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did. On the contrary, he praised him, "You did a very good job. This demon bone chain is a demon clan item. The Caiyu clan does not know the method of refining it."
At this point, he suddenly remembered the purpose of the demon bone chain. The chain loops were already embedded in flesh and blood, and the energy within them was clearly already at work.
His heart tightened suddenly, and sure enough, he saw that Fu Mingxu's eyes were misty, the distant mountains between his brows and eyes had faded, revealing a charm he had never shown before.
The heightened sensitivity of his emotions affected his temperament, while the Demon Bone Chain made his body even more sensitive. Under the combined effect, Fu Mingxu himself did not know what he looked like in front of him at this moment.
The surge of passion, which had only paused for two breaths, returned, even more intense than before.
Fu Mingxu's calves ached, but the heightened state of arousal made him forget the pain in his ankles. He weakly raised his neck, the sunlight above his head bathing his entire body. His previously damp blue shirt draped gracefully as he leaned back, outlining his perfect figure.
Han Tao held his foot, her gaze traveling up his ankle and finally settling on his slightly parted red lips, which were parted in the face of his heightened arousal.
In fact, he had a thousand ways to make Fu Mingxu comfortable during his sensitive period, but he couldn't do any of them.
Driven by his heightened sensitivity, Fu Mingxu craved it so much. But if he took advantage of the situation and then Fu Mingxu regained his senses, the consequences would be unpredictable.
Although he really wanted it, he wanted it so much that his whole body ached.
Clearly, safely getting through the sensitive period is not so easy. The chaotic energy in Fu Mingxu's dantian is still clamoring because his instinctive needs have not been met time and time again.
Han Tao sighed, put down his ankle, bent down to hug him, held his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Open your mouth."
Fu Mingxu subconsciously opened his mouth, and his oral cavity was immediately filled with a sweet taste, which flowed smoothly down his throat. As a result, the chaotic energy in his dantian became gentle.
"Continue." Han Tao endured the strange sensation of his wrist being sucked by something soft, his golden eyes revealing emotions he couldn't discern. "Without sufficient chaotic energy, you cannot safely resist the sensitive period on your own."
Feeding him with the chaotic energy within his body, giving him the strength to resist the emotional sensitivity period, is actually the dumbest way to get through the emotional sensitivity period.
Fu Mingxu knew that he was practically nestled in Han Tao's arms, their hair intertwined and piled together, making it impossible to tell them apart.
He gripped the other man's clothes tightly, greedily rubbing his wrist against it, inhaling the sweet scent deeply. Noticing that Han Tao's face was turning pale, he quickly stopped.
"That's enough. You've already lost half of your heart's blood. If you keep going, it'll drain you dry." Fu Mingxu swept his tongue around the remaining dragon blood at the corner of his mouth, his lips becoming even redder, his whole face flushed with satisfaction.
He saw the cut on Han Tao's wrist, thought for a moment, and then looked down again.
Having just received the complete inherited memories, he did not object to healing Han Tao.
Han Tao's entire body tensed up; he could feel the sensation coming from his wrist.
On the cut he had made, Fu Mingxu was bending down to carefully lick it. The sensation was so obvious that he could even feel the shiver of his tongue touching the flesh.
The chaotic energy was temporarily satisfied, and the period of heightened emotional sensitivity was also temporarily suppressed.
"It's healed." Fu Mingxu looked at the healed wound on his wrist with satisfaction. The aftereffects of the sensitive period still lingered in his eyes and brows, extending into a breathtaking beauty.
As he was getting up to prepare, Han Tao suddenly grabbed his hand.
Fu Mingxu was puzzled, but when he looked up, he met a pair of golden eyes that seemed to draw him into the center of a whirlpool.
"You, what's wrong with you?" Only after regaining his senses did he realize how outrageous his previous actions were. At this moment, he could only stubbornly say, "I remembered, you were originally my little dragon, it's not too much to drink a few mouthfuls of your blood, is it?"
His little dragon?
These words pleased Han Tao, who tightened his grip on his wrist, his golden eyes filled with oppressive force: "Of course it's not excessive, and you can drink my dragon blood from now on."
Recalling that sweet smell, Fu Mingxu perked up and almost drooled uncontrollably: "Really?"
Although this was a little dragon that his mother had given him, the dragon had now grown up and he knew he couldn't beat it, nor could he force someone to his body to suck its blood.
But what if Han Tao did it voluntarily?
“Really.” Han Tao looked straight at him, his tone almost coaxing, “As long as you’re willing to pay.”
remuneration?
Fu Mingxu thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Shall I treat your injuries?"
Han Tao suddenly stood up and said calmly, "Then there's nothing to talk about."
"Hey, calm down." He wasn't about to let the duck that was already in his mouth fly away. Fu Mingxu quickly grabbed his hand and said hastily, "Name your terms!"
Han Tao looked down at him: "Are you sure?"
Fu Mingxu's heart skipped a beat, but without thinking, he replied, "Of course!"
Han Tao sat down again, his gaze lingering on Fu Mingxu until the other man was terrified before he slowly spoke: "I will give you dragon blood, and you will give me back the chaotic energy."
His expression was indifferent, but his hands clenched involuntarily, as if he were talking about something so mundane.
Repaying kindness?
Fu Mingxu finally understood, his face flushed even more, and his eyes widened: "Are you serious?"
"The blood I lost can be replenished by the chaotic energy," Han Tao began to lie without changing his expression.
The reason sounded impeccable. Fu Mingxu looked him over carefully for a few moments and saw that he looked very serious and didn't seem to be doing it on purpose.
Moreover, that heart's blood was lost in order to save himself.
Upon closer reflection, he seemed to have no reason to refuse.
Han Tao's gaze fell on the surface of the cold pool, patiently waiting for his answer.
A gentle breeze blows, the new sun slowly sets, and the earth is once again bathed in the warm sunlight.
"Alright then." Fu Mingxu deliberately avoided looking at him, awkwardly tugging at the cuff of his blue robe. "I agree."
He had barely finished speaking when he was enveloped in the shadow of his tall figure.
Fu Mingxu leaned back instinctively, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.
"you.."
Before he could finish speaking, Han Tao covered the back of his head with one hand and leaned down to block his breath.
Their breaths instantly intertwined, and the act of replenishing the chaotic energy made the air ambiguous and viscous. Fu Mingxu collapsed onto the grass, unable to support himself, as Han Tao's aura swept over him like a tidal wave.
Fu Mingxu's eyes reddened, and as his breath was being taken away, he even mistakenly thought that his suppressed period of heightened sensitivity had returned.
The grass beneath him was damaged, as he nervously plucked quite a bit of it.
Their heartbeats quickened, their blood flowed faster, and a feeling of predation almost instantly overwhelmed Han Tao's mind.
He poured out his unspoken longing onto those two lips he had longed for, maintaining his last shred of clarity with the utmost restraint.
"Enough..." Fu Mingxu managed to utter a word during the only brief moment of silence, unable to discern the true reason behind all these changes.
In the end, Han Tao symbolically caught a wisp of chaotic energy before finally letting him go.
"Get up." Fu Mingxu nudged him.
(Please let it go, the two of them didn't do anything! Which word is supposed to be locked?! There was nothing below the neck, sob sob sob)
The two finally sat up from the grass. Fu Mingxu didn't dare to look at the dark clouds churning in those golden eyes, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a certain spot on the black shirt.
His cheeks turned as red as blooming camellias, and he roared angrily, "You're vulgar!"
Han Tao tensed up, startled by him.
Once he calmed down, Fu Mingxu insisted on going down the mountain now.
Han Tao reluctantly agreed and asked for his opinion: "Carry me or carry me on your back?"
With those two demon bone chains around him, he can't leave.
Fu Mingxu was short of breath, so he made him squat down and lean on his back. As he did so, Fu Mingxu tapped Fu Mingxu's neck with his finger and threatened, "Watch out for your blood!"
The two had been gone for a long time, so naturally they had to deal with the mess left behind by the Tianxuan Sect.
...
After Fu Mingxu and Han Tao disappeared, Xie Buwen led the crowd who had followed to watch the excitement to Fengyou Mountain. As soon as he saw Fengyou Zhenjun, his heart pounded violently. The inexplicable sense of panic did not lessen in the slightest when he saw the spiritual plants all over the mountain.
He helped Feng You up. He had been severely injured and his cultivation level had dropped from the Mahayana stage to the Nascent Soul stage. Silver strands had appeared in his originally black hair.
"Ancestor." Xie Buwen's palms were sweating with nervousness, and he only breathed a sigh of relief after the old man woke up.
When Feng You woke up, he found himself surrounded by a crowd. He scanned the spot where the two of them had stood, and when he didn't see anyone, he suddenly grabbed Xie Buwen's arm and said coldly, "Issue the sect's assassination order! Han Tao stole our sect's Heaven and Earth Profound Mirror and destroyed our Feng You Mountain. From this day forward, he is the mortal enemy of the Heavenly Profound Sect!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding crowd fell silent.
Xie Buwen didn't even have time to react before blurting out in confusion, "The Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror is the magic weapon of True Monarch Yuan Tong. If it leaves the territory of the Heavenly Mystic Sect, it will awaken the mirror spirit. How could it be stolen?"
Feng You's face was terribly dark. Of course he knew what Xie Buwen meant. So when he used the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror to enter the market, it was only because the market belonged to the Tianxuan Sect.
He even knew that the one who attacked him earlier was the spirit of the Xuanjing mirror.
Even knowing all this, he still didn't want the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror to fall into the hands of the people of Hantao.
Seeing the murderous look on Fengyou Zhenjun's face, Xie Buwen realized he had spoken out of turn and quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "The Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror is an item of our sect, and it is a treasure left behind by a True Immortal to protect the sect. Han Tao is truly not taking our Heavenly Mystic Sect seriously!"
Dao Heng, who had followed, frowned and carefully asked, "Is there some misunderstanding? Is it possible that City Lord Han can take away the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror?"
Xie Buwen felt he had no reason not to believe Fengyou Zhenjun's words. In his view, if Hantao had a clear conscience, why would he have fled before they arrived?
"Pass on my order." Xie Buwen stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the inner disciple before him, and said, "The City Lord of Yunhan City has seized a treasure of my Tianxuan Sect. From this day forward, he and..."
Just as he was issuing the sect leader's decree, a group of menial disciples suddenly rushed out from Fengyou Mountain.
Zhang Hengbo carried the unconscious Zhang Yanran inside. Finally, Ye Chen, seeing that he was exhausted, offered to carry her, saying, "I'll carry her. There are many powerful figures here; this is an opportunity."
"Okay, thank you!" Zhang Hengbo did not hesitate, carefully placed his junior sister on his back, and rushed to the front.
Before Xie Buwen could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Hengbo, who rushed over.
"Grandmaster, I, Zhang Hengbo, now appeal to the sect leader against True Lord Fengyou." He bowed to the ground, holding the memorial tablet of True Master Haoqing in his hands, his face full of grief. "True Lord Fengyou disregarded the fact that my senior sister Zhang Anran already had a marriage recognized by the Three Lives Stone, and forcibly used my senior sister's Yin body as a furnace to feed her the Hehuan Pill, draining the last bit of spiritual energy from her body, causing her to perish completely."
He spoke so fast that Xie Buwen was terrified and angrily retorted, "Nonsense!"
Zhang Hengbo gave a bitter laugh: "Didn't the sect leader say that we could exchange our senior sister for her once we found the Heavenly Profound Beast? Then why was Junior Sister Yanran, who brought the Heavenly Profound Beast with her, subjected to soul-searching?"
Xie Buwen was rendered speechless by his repeated questioning. He didn't want Zhang Yanran to search his soul, but who could stop Fengyou Zhenjun from doing what he wanted to do?
"Nonsense!" Feng You stared at him coldly, her eyes like knives. "I think you're colluding with Han Tao from the inside, not only to seize our sect's treasure but also to ruin the reputation of the Tianxuan Sect, isn't that right?"
"Such a traitor who has betrayed his sect, today I will cleanse the house!" Feng You's hand flashed with spiritual light, clearly intending to take Zhang Hengbo's life.
But Zhang Hengbo was not afraid of him. He was prepared to die, but before he died, he wanted to uncover the unknown filth of the Phoenix Wandering True Lord.
The moment the light touched the ground, it was blasted away by a sword aura.
Qi Muyuan's gaze was cold: "True Lord? Ah, no, Feng You, why are you so angry? I think this disciple's words are quite certain..."
Feng You interrupted him coldly: "Sect Leader Qi, what do you mean by this? Do you think what he said is true?"