Chapter 46
"These are the disciples of the Medicine Sect who have been implanted with demonic seeds?" Qi Muyuan looked at the two disciples in the prison below, their bodies shrouded in demonic energy, and asked, "Weren't they supposed to have a way to suppress the demonic seeds?"
These two disciples are clearly deeply possessed by demonic possession.
Han Tao's gaze was deep, and he did not answer his question.
He walked over to one of the disciples trapped in the magic array and sent a stream of spiritual energy into the disciple's heart meridian.
The feeling of spiritual energy clashing with demonic energy within one's body is indeed unpleasant. The disciple was in a state of madness, and if it weren't for the restraint of the magic array, he would probably have rushed out and injured someone.
Qi Muyuan used the same method on another disciple, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and transmitted his voice, "This demonic seed, why is it different from what I expected?"
This disciple's demonic seed was not in his dantian, but actually existed in his sea of consciousness.
The sea of consciousness governs a person's mind. If a demonic seed is planted in it, not only can the person fall into demonic ways, but the person who planted the seed can also control them.
Han Tao did not answer his question. Instead, he focused his mind back on the Dragon Soul and, enduring the pain, extracted a wisp of demonic energy from the Demon Seed.
"You..." Qi Muyuan's brows furrowed in disbelief as he looked at the demonic energy that suddenly appeared in his hand.
Only after seeing that his aura was pure and there was no sign of him being possessed by demons did he stop his hand from drawing his sword.
Han Tao glanced at him and sent him a telepathic message: "Come and help quickly."
After saying that, he pressed the demonic energy in his palm onto the disciple's forehead. When Qi Muyuan looked over, he saw that the disciple had actually pulled the demonic seed out of his sea of consciousness.
Qi Muyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he finally understood what he meant by "help". He cursed and cursed, and sword energy swirled in his palm, forming a small cage.
The demonic seed that Han Tao had pulled out was placed in the sword energy cage.
The full appearance of the demon seed was revealed to the two of them. Qi Muyuan glanced at it, frowned, and said, "Why does this demon seed look malnourished?"
Although he had never seen a demon seed before, he felt that the demon seed in front of him was a bit shriveled.
"Does the demonic seed inside you look the same as this?" He glanced at the dark demonic seed again. "Why were you able to pull out the demonic seed from his sea of consciousness?"
He guessed, "Could it be that the demonic seed within you is of a higher level?"
The dungeon was dimly lit, and Han Tao's face was half-hidden in the shadows, his expression unreadable.
"This isn't the place to talk." He looked thoughtfully at the cage formed by the sword energy. "We'll talk about it when we get back."
"Wait a minute." At this moment, Qi Muyuan inadvertently glanced at the mark on the disciple's hand, took a few quick steps forward, and when he saw it clearly, his expression changed, "It's a disciple of the Sword Sect!"
Han Tao frowned: "Are you sure?"
Looking at the clear sword mark on the back of his hand, Qi Muyuan said coldly, "I'm absolutely certain."
But why would disciples of the Sword Sect appear here? And why are they fallen demons?
But now was clearly not the time to ponder these things. Han Tao made a note of the matter and struck the disciple on the back of the neck with a palm.
Once his disciples had completely lost consciousness, he carefully erased their memories and said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"
Qi Muyuan closed his hand and nodded.
The moment the demonic aura disappeared, the entire prison was suddenly filled with white light. The white light was fierce, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be tiny needles that were indistinguishable to the naked eye.
"Draw your sword quickly!" Han Tao urged telepathically, "Use the sword techniques of the Sword Sect."
The sword energy that had just been drawn suddenly froze, and Qi Muyuan almost suffered a backlash from the technique. He roared, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Before he finished speaking, the sword technique transformed into a powerful, all-encompassing attack, unleashing countless vast and sharp sword energies that began to annihilate.
Han Tao estimated the time, grabbed Qi Muyuan's shoulder, and leaped into the air: "Let's go!"
As soon as the two came out, they found that the outside was already bustling with noise.
Shi Guiyuan stood in front of the crowd as if he had expected this, his face cold, and said loudly, "Capture them."
"Don't suppress it with your cultivation level, use the sword energy from before." Han Tao reminded him, then tapped his toes on the ground. "Shadow, come out."
Ying Buqing reluctantly awoke, and Han Tao knew his master's meaning without needing to be told.
In the dead of night, shadows filled the world, and a shadow hid among them, unnoticed by anyone.
"Who?" Alarm bells rang in Shi Guiyuan's mind, and his body instinctively turned to the side, a strand of hair falling down from his temple.
He turned around and saw a ghostly figure flash by, then disappear into the shadows, making it impossible to discern its form.
Shi Guiyuan was startled and angrily asked, "Who is acting so suspiciously?"
Naturally, no one could respond to him. The shadow's cultivation level was determined by its master's cultivation level. It was one thing for it to be woken up from its deep sleep by its master to go down the mountain to get something, but it was unexpected that it was pulled up again in less than an hour.
Ying was a little depressed, especially after hearing Shi Guiyuan say that he was acting suspiciously.
He was born a shadow; stealth is his innate skill. How can he be described as sneaky?
But no matter how much Shi Guiyuan provoked him, he remained motionless, blending into the shadows.
Shi Guiyuan then discovered that whenever he moved, the ghostly figure would appear, seemingly omnipresent, as if it were deliberately targeting him.
"Let's go!" Han Tao glanced at Shi Guiyuan's livid face and sent a telepathic message to Qi Muyuan.
Qi Muyuan understood, and the sword techniques of the Sword Sect, which he had not used for a long time, became more and more proficient and faster, almost turning into afterimages in an instant.
Amidst the swirling sword energy, many disciples fell to the ground.
Fortunately, he did not intend to hurt anyone. After forcing everyone back, his sword energy violently rushed towards the layers of formations.
Han Tao's lips twitched as he listened to the crackling sounds of the formation breaking, strongly suspecting that it was revenge.
With a shadow holding Shi Guiyuan back and no array blocking his way, Han Tao led him around the Medicine Sect before finally returning to his residence.
Without exchanging a word, the two entered their respective rooms. He removed the defensive array as he walked and crept into the bedroom.
Fu Mingxu, who had just fallen asleep, was startled awake by the noise beside him, his eyes still drowsy.
Upon seeing that the person who came in was Han Tao, he blurted out, "Why are you climbing into my bed in the middle of the night?"
Han Tao had no time to explain. He knew that although he and Qi Muyuan had been very careful, it wouldn't be so easy to fool Shi Guiyuan.
He loosened his collar, exposing his long, powerful neck, and said in a low voice, "Don't talk, just suck my blood."
Fu Mingxu was shocked: A duck that flew in at midnight?
Han Tao, with his keen senses, could hear a multitude of hurried footsteps approaching from afar. He brought his neck close to Fu Mingxu's mouth and urged him, "Bite quickly."
The two were so close that Fu Mingxu could hear the sound of blood flowing in his arteries, and the sweet smell of dragon blood automatically came to mind.
What's the difference between this and putting a plate of his favorite dish in front of him?
Although he wasn't very hungry, it wouldn't hurt to eat a couple of bites, right?
"What exactly do you want?" Fu Mingxu suppressed his instincts and asked suspiciously, "Do you still need the Chaos Qi?"
He won't allow the reciprocation incident to happen again in such a short time.
Han Tao guessed his thoughts with a little effort. Warm breath brushed against his head, and a deep voice came from above: "I don't want you to give anything in return. Will you take it?"
Such a good thing?
Fu Mingxu's eyes widened, all sleepiness gone.
Who can resist delicious food that's free?
He tilted his head back, licked his lips, and took a bite.
"Hmm."
Han Tao groaned. Although Fu Mingxu was very careful when he bit into the flesh for the first time, he could still feel the teeth piercing his skin and his lips and tongue greedily sucking the flesh.
In particular, the other person's warm breath fell entirely on the skin of her neck.
He raised his head, and there was a brief blankness in his golden eyes.
The sweet taste filled his mouth, and the suppressed arousal began to stir again. Following his instincts, Fu Mingxu's hands involuntarily clung to his shoulders.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Fu Mingxu, who was immersed in the sweet taste, was suddenly awakened and bit him again in other places on his neck.
The bite was very firm; although it didn't break the skin, it left clear teeth marks.
"Who's here?" He hadn't even wiped the blood off his lips, and he didn't even notice the position between the two of them.
Shi Guiyuan's voice came from outside: "Lord Han, there are thieves infiltrating the Medicine Sect tonight. Please come out and meet them."
Fu Mingxu looked at him and lowered his voice: "Thief? Is he talking about you?"
“You could say that.” Han Tao pulled his hand down, his gaze sweeping over the redness rising in the corner of his eyes. “I’ll handle it, you don’t need to come out.”
Fu Mingxu suddenly realized, calmed down, tasted the sweetness on his lips, and nodded.
Han Tao inadvertently caught a glimpse of his subtle movements, her gaze froze, and she stood up amidst the noise outside.
Only when his hands fell off the other person's shoulders did Fu Mingxu realize what he had subconsciously done.
“You volunteered to let me drink your blood,” he said somewhat guiltily, his cheeks flushing as his eyes caught sight of the two teeth marks on his neck. “Let me get you some medicine to apply.”
"Need not."
After saying that, Han Tao walked towards the door, so fast that Fu Mingxu didn't have time to call him back.
"Squeak."
The door was finally opened from the inside, and Si Yang Xianjun and Qi Muyuan were standing together. Qi Muyuan looked innocent, Shi Guiyuan looked ashen, and the other disciples of the Medicine Sect looked confused.
"What is it?"
As soon as Han Tao came out, everyone's eyes were drawn to him.
His clothes were loose, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he spoke, and two teeth marks on his exposed neck were clearly visible in the swaying light.
One of the marks was bright red, which gives an idea of how hard the person bit it.
Qi Muyuan's eyes widened, completely unable to believe that this guy could still ignite his partner's passion in such a short time. He glanced at Si Yang Xianjun and was immediately a little jealous, but also began to admire Han Tao's methods.
Looking at it this way, Shi Guiyuan's grand-scale capture of the thief seems more like disturbing the other party's romantic night.
The scene was awkward for a moment. Han Tao straightened his clothes and, under everyone's gaze, remained calm. "I just heard there were thieves inside. I wonder how Sect Leader Shi found our place?"
"My partner is shy, so he's not comfortable coming out to meet you all."