Chapter 125: Pure Land Of Ultimate Bliss

Chapter 125: The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss

At the entrance to the secret cave, Zhao Changhe finally understood why Fayuan had no time to enter it.

For it was merely a small door behind the great Buddha statue, wide enough for only one person to pass through, leading to a narrow path below. If they filed in one by one, before a few could enter, the Demon Suppression Division would arrive—what a scene...

Even if he fled alone, once the Demon Suppression Division arrived and saw no one, they would naturally know there was a secret passage, easily interrogate the exit, block it from outside, and his death would be even more miserable.

All he could say was that the Demon Suppression Division’s arrival this time was far too sudden, leaving Fayuan no advance warning.

Now Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling hesitated slightly. The situation below was unknown; there might be traps. Should they first notify Gong Chaoqun and enter together, or would it be better to block the entrance and wait for their prey?

But at this moment, Fayuan was undoubtedly severely wounded, so much so that even Zhao Changhe was confident he could defeat him. If they didn’t strike while the iron was hot and finish him off, what if he used some secret technique below to recover quickly, causing further complications?

Neither of them was timid. They exchanged a glance, saw the determination in each other’s eyes, and nodded. Zhao Changhe dared not release the Flower-Picking Celestial Maiden directly, fearing she might cause trouble behind them, so he sealed her acupoints and locked her in a nearby monk’s cell.

The Flower-Picking Celestial Maiden huddled inside, aggrieved, pouting and muttering: “You don’t trust me, you might as well let me go with you... If you go in and die at Fayuan’s hands, and he comes out, I won’t survive either... Let alone him, if you come out too late and those big soldiers outside see a woman with her acupoints sealed here, I’ll...”

Zhao Changhe twitched his mouth: “Stop blabbering. I’ll release you when I come out.”

With that, he rushed ahead of Yue Hongling and entered the hidden door.

Yue Hongling glanced at the aggrieved Flower-Picking Celestial Maiden, then sealed another acupoint before following Zhao Changhe into the hidden door.

You’ve behaved passably for now; I’ll settle accounts with you later.

The passage was long and very dark. Yue Hongling, with her high cultivation, used her full night vision to barely make out Zhao Changhe cautiously walking bent over ahead. His large broadsword was deliberately held in hand, lest he be caught off guard by an enemy; his left hand carried a bow, and a quiver hung at his waist, making him look like a vigilant hedgehog.

She felt he had matured in many ways, nearly a seasoned wanderer, yet some things...

He was also large, like a bear, and being blocked by him in front gave her an inexplicable sense of security, as if she didn’t need to do anything...

Just as she was slightly distracted, Zhao Changhe suddenly stopped ahead.

They were extremely close, front and back. When he stopped, Yue Hongling’s inertia pressed her against his back, and she quickly retreated.

Zhao Changhe: “...”

The ancients didn’t wear stiff bras.

What was that soft touch on his back just now...

“Why did you stop so suddenly!” Yue Hongling looked ahead, still seeing nothing, and suspected Zhao Changhe had done it on purpose. Somewhat embarrassed and angry, she transmitted her voice: “Want me to go first?”

Zhao Changhe hadn’t yet learned voice transmission. Helplessly, he lowered his voice to the barest whisper: “I thought I heard some strange sound just now... but it’s gone now. Not on purpose.”

Yue Hongling looked at him suspiciously but said, “You, with your inability to even transmit voice, forget it. Let me go first.”

Zhao Changhe said helplessly, “It’s too narrow here. How can you get to the front?”

“Turn sideways.”

“...”

Zhao Changhe turned sideways against the wall, pursed his lips, and gestured for Yue Hongling to pass.

Yue Hongling looked awkwardly at the cramped space, barely wide enough for one to squeeze through sideways, and regretted her words.

But since she had given the order, she had to see it through even if it meant crawling. Yue Hongling also turned sideways, slowly shuffling step by step, squeezing past Zhao Changhe.

The two faced each other directly, rubbing and pressing close. The touch on his back just now was nothing compared to this; it nearly cost little Changhe his life.

And Yue Hongling herself? When had she ever been so intimately close to a man? Especially the moment they faced each other, she could feel his breath on her forehead, electricity coursing through her everywhere. Before she could move past, she felt herself going weak.

Shame and anger flaring, she forced herself to speed up, darting sideways in a rush, then stopped ahead, panting with relief as she leaned on her knees: “Alright, you behind me—don’t you dare... don’t you dare let your mind wander like when you sat behind my horse! If you dare press up against me, I’ll chop you up!”

Zhao Changhe bent over and said nothing.

I didn’t let my mind wander when I sat behind your horse... Oh, that was when I thought you were a fake that day...

But now I really do.

Guess why I’m bending over?

She smells so good...

Yue Hongling walked a short distance ahead and soon regretted her foolish decision to switch to the front.

Because not far ahead, she really did hear a sound... proving Zhao Changhe hadn’t lied; he had heard it first...

Strange, how could his five senses be so sharp? It shouldn’t be; he was only at the fourth level of the Xuan Pass, and from the perspective of internal energy, which most affects the senses, he was only at the third level. Had his internal energy broken through recently? Even if it had, it was only the fourth level... Perhaps that strange internal energy of his really had some tricks.

Yue Hongling set aside thoughts about Zhao Changhe’s situation for now, cautiously slowed her pace, and moved forward a bit more.

The sound grew louder. Not only sound, but also a faint, soft glow.

It turned out they had reached the end of the passage, blocked by a bend that had hidden the light; otherwise, they would have seen it earlier. Now, with just a slight turn around the corner, they could see a fairly large hall ahead, illuminated by several night pearls hanging around. Clearly visible in the hall were statues of Maitreya, Guanyin, and many wrathful Vajra warriors, exuding a murderous aura.

Unlike the Buddhist hall above, this place was strewn with silk, fragrant with flowers, and filled with a decadent atmosphere. Several pairs of men and women were indulging in wanton pleasure; the strange sounds they had heard earlier came from this.

Yue Hongling’s face flushed crimson. She didn’t look at anything else, only scanned the faces of the men present—and didn’t see Fayuan.

She quickly understood: this underground cave was clearly closer to the temple. Fayuan had first fled into the back mountain, then reached the passage exit, and then come through the back mountain passage. The time it took was actually much longer than the time she and Zhao Changhe had taken to get here from the temple. He probably hadn’t arrived yet!

So these people, engaged in their blissful ritual, had no idea what was happening above!

At this thought, Yue Hongling felt both amused and embarrassed.

If they struck now, they would hit the wrong target. If Fayuan sensed something amiss here, he might take another fork and vanish. The best plan was to wait here for Fayuan to come, and when he tried to perform dual cultivation or healing, strike with a surprise attack—that would be a sure kill.

But this plan meant she and Zhao Changhe would have to squeeze at this entrance and watch their live sex show, for who knew how long!

Yue Hongling didn’t want to watch at all. She had only glanced at faces, not looking at anything else, and quickly shrank back, closing her eyes.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Zhao Changhe came up close. “What’s ahead? Why are you backing up... Uh... uh...”

He was taller than Yue Hongling, so she couldn’t block his view. One glance and he saw the scene ahead.

He quickly realized the same issues Yue Hongling had thought of... To be honest, this scene might be shocking to Yue Hongling, but to him, it was just a drizzle. A man who had watched thousands of films—what was this? Just this?

But when watching films, if a stunningly beautiful female warrior was leaning against his chest, that was a different story!

It could kill a man!

Yue Hongling, eyes closed, gritted her teeth: “Zhao Changhe, if you dare hug me, I’ll, I’ll... I’ll chop you to death!”

Zhao Changhe: “...”

You’re now backing up into my arms—don’t you feel it? Instead of telling me to move away, you’re telling me not to hug?

This lady’s mind has been addled by this pink atmosphere, it seems...

Wait, no... Zhao Changhe sniffed. The floral scent here was off...

Xia Ji... no, the poison resistance of the Six Harmonies Divine Art kept surging, eliminating the faint toxins in his body. He was a hundred percent sure this was a formless, odorless poison gas with one effect: aphrodisiac, a lust poison!

This wasn’t some cult ritual; these people were using the poison’s effect to harvest and seduce captured or deceived women!

Even Yue Hongling was starting to get dazed... But he was perfectly clear-headed. The poison resistance of the Six Harmonies Divine Art was even more outstanding than Yue Hongling’s internal energy, which was a whole level above his. This art was becoming more and more interesting...

Yue Hongling in his arms was breathing faster and faster, her body beginning to twist slightly. It seemed her reason was still intact, unwilling to do anything, but her body instinctively sought comfort.

Zhao Changhe lowered his head slightly, looking at the blush spreading from her face down to her neck, which should have been snow-white. His heart raced wildly.

He knew that if he hugged her now, kissed her, she would agree, she would definitely resist but yield.

But...

Zhao Changhe's eyes grew clearer, and suddenly he pointed a finger at Yue Hongling's back.

Yue Hongling's entire body shuddered, then she felt a gentle, vast true qi flow into her heart meridian, expelling the poisonous miasma and guarding her spirit platform.

She instantly came to her senses, understanding what had happened, and silently guided that strand of true qi to regulate her chaotic breath, saying nothing.

At that moment, from another passage ahead came Fayuan's weak, furious roar: "Playing, playing, you're still playing here! The temple's been destroyed, and I'm playing with your mother!"

With those words, the blood-soaked Fayuan finally staggered into the arena, kicked a monk aside, and pinned a woman to the ground, ready to act: "Let me drain some essence, recover quickly! Once I get out, I'll catch Yue Hongling off guard and—"

"Twang!" An arrow flew like a shooting star; just as he pressed down on the woman beneath him, the arrow pierced through his mouth, exiting the back of his head, skewering him clean through.

Fayuan never expected the killing intent to erupt here; his mouth emitted meaningless "heh heh" sounds as he fell backward. The last sight in his eyes was the passageway ahead—the Yue Hongling he had just spoken of, leaning like a little bird against a man's chest, the bowstring in the man's hand still trembling, his eyes frozen with icy murderous intent.

To his dying breath, he could not understand that in this scene, the calmest and most clear-headed main force was not the Yue Hongling he feared, but that seemingly most lecherous, scandal-ridden man who had been entangled with brothels since arriving in Yangzhou—Zhao Changhe.

If Fayuan could choose again, he would never let any heavenly maiden seduce such a man.