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Remember, your internal energy frequency must be in sync with mine.
I will take the lead, and you will assist.
"My master and I, working together, will help Young Master Wang... avert this catastrophic calamity!"
She practically forced out the last few words through gritted teeth.
That voice was filled with a sacred sense of mission, and a kind of... unknown, vengeful, and depraved excitement.
The three streams of true energy, originating from different sources yet strangely intertwined, formed an invisible, high-speed rotating vortex beneath the narrow stone table.
Fang Yanqing's Emei Nine Yang Skill is extremely powerful and yang.
Like the blazing sun, it carries the scorching heat and majesty that burns everything in its path.
Zhou Zhiruo's Emei Nine Yang Skill is like the rising sun, pure and flawless, full of vibrant, unrefined pure yang energy.
What belonged to Wang Meng, however, was a powerful internal force that they had never experienced before, full of domineering and aggressive energy, seemingly capable of devouring everything.
These three forces should have been irreconcilable.
However, under the forceful harmonization and guidance of Wang Meng's domineering inner strength at the core, they did not repel each other, but were instead forced to form a distorted and dangerous balance.
A miniature aura, centered on Wang Meng's menacing spear, is slowly taking shape.
The air in the courtyard began to feel thick and scorching. The leaves on the stone table moved without any wind, and their edges began to curl slightly and turn yellowish.
Zhou Zhiruo could feel her internal energy being continuously transmitted out through her jade foot, which was pressed tightly against her master's, and then merged with her master's even more refined and powerful internal energy, ultimately being injected into Young Master Wang's bottomless body.
It was a strange feeling, as if the two of them, master and disciple, had transformed into a stream, striving to fill a bottomless sea.
Fang Yanqing, however, felt it more acutely and was even more terrified than she did.
She could clearly feel that the huge thing in Wang Meng's crotch was becoming hotter, harder, and bigger at an alarming rate!
It was like a piece of divine iron being forged through countless hammerings. Under the "forging" of the true energy of the two, the masculine aura it emitted almost melted her soles.
not good!
A thought flashed through her mind like lightning.
His internal energy is too domineering!
Zhi Ruo's skill was still shallow, and her Nine Yang Skill had been greatly reduced in power due to her loss of mental focus. The three forces had lost their balance and were about to... about to get out of control!
She tried to pull her foot away, to warn her apprentice, but it was too late!
There was a sharp, tearing sound, like silk being ripped apart!
The violent energy that had accumulated to its limit beneath her feet finally found an outlet!
Wang Meng's high-quality trousers, bulging to their limit at his lower body, seemed to be simultaneously cut by countless invisible sharp blades, instantly exploding into countless butterfly-like black fragments that scattered in all directions!
In an instant, the area shrouded in shadow beneath the stone table, filled with taboos and sins, was completely and utterly exposed to the light of day!
Zhou Zhiruo's exclamation and Fang Yanqing's short, desperate gasp, suppressed in her throat, rang out at the same time.
That...that...that "source of demonic energy" that the two of them had just been "purifying" with the soles of their feet through the fabric was now presented to them nakedly, ferociously, and with a strong visual impact!
It was simply too big, far beyond what Zhou Zhiruo, as a young girl, could imagine.
The entire spear pulsated slightly with Wang Meng's breath, radiating a scorching heat and an intense, almost tangible, masculine aura.
"what……"
Zhou Zhiruo felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and all the blood in her body rushed to her head with a "boom." The string of reason in her mind snapped completely and decisively!
Fang Yanqing, on the other hand, was struck dumb.
Her jade foot, still pressed against it, trembled violently as if it had touched a red-hot iron. But due to extreme horror and humiliation, it instinctively and spasmodically tightened its grip!
She is finished.
She was completely finished.
Now, there are no more excuses, no more lies, that can cover up this living, hard, and full of... facts!
However, just as the master and disciple were on the verge of a mental breakdown and their souls were scattered, Wang Meng, the instigator, remained as steady as Mount Tai.
He looked at his torn pants, then at the pale faces of the master and apprentice. Instead of feeling embarrassed, he showed a solemn and dignified expression.
"...The demon has manifested."
He spoke slowly, his voice deep and resonant, yet like a great bell, striking heavily into Zhou Zhiruo's chaotic mind.
"Look!"
He pointed with his chin to his monstrous member, his tone so matter-of-fact and so full of righteousness: "This is the demonic energy that you two, master and disciple, forced out of my body and solidified into a tangible form!"
It was so ferocious that it could tear off clothing to reveal its true form!
Demonic Fiend... Manifestation?
Zhou Zhiruo's brain, which had already stopped functioning, slowly and laboriously tried to understand these words.
Her gaze, uncontrollably, fell once again on that thick, bluish-purple "demon's aura," seemingly otherworldly. Now that he'd said that, it looked...it really did seem like something bad!
It was so ferocious, so terrifying, and full of evil!
"master!"
Zhou Zhiruo turned her head sharply to look at Fang Yanqing, her voice trembling with tears and urgency: "What should we do?"
The demon has emerged!
Fang Yanqing: "..."
She opened her mouth, unable to utter a single word, and stared intently at Wang Meng as if he were a monster.
This man's ability to twist the truth is simply divine!
Wang Meng ignored her despair and instead gave Zhou Zhiruo a new, unquestionable order.
"There is no turning back now!"
Now that the demon has lost the restraint of clothing, its ferocity has become even greater!
"Zhiruo, Abbess!"
His voice suddenly turned stern.
"Today, the three of us will either completely purify it, or we will be devoured by it and fall into the demonic path together!"
His words were full of inflammatory and tragic sentiment, instantly igniting Zhou Zhiruo's innocent heart!
In the girl's eyes gleamed a fanatical light, a mixture of a sense of mission and fear.
She looked at the hideous "demon," took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and with a tragic air of going to her execution, extended her soft, still slightly trembling jade foot once more.
This time, there were no more clothes to obstruct the view.
When the soles of her feet first truly and intimately touched the hot, elastic, almost living skin of that enormous spear…
"ah!"
An uncontrollable scream, filled with strange excitement, escaped from deep within Zhou Zhiruo's throat.
That startled scream, filled with strange excitement, became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
When Zhou Zhiruo's cool, innocent feet touched Wang Meng's hot, hard, massive spear that seemed to contain the energy of a volcano, the balance of energy between the three of them was completely shattered in that instant.
An unparalleled, extreme sense of stimulation, like the most explosive lightning, suddenly burst open from Wang Meng's tailbone, instantly piercing through his limbs and bones, and rushing straight to the top of his head!
From Wang Meng's throat, a low, beast-like roar, somewhere between pain and ecstasy, burst forth, which he could no longer suppress.
His upper body arched backward suddenly, his strong back slamming hard against the cold stone chair back with a dull thud.
His steel-like abs contracted to their limit in an instant, the bulging muscles clearly defined, exuding an explosive sense of power.
Beneath the stone table, the menacing spear, which had been tended to by the beautiful feet of the master and disciple, seemed to sense its master's will and underwent its most drastic and ultimate transformation.
It suddenly and spasmodically thrust forward, the entire gun swelling to a terrifying size due to extreme blood engorgement, its veins bulging, as if it were about to burst at any moment!
Fang Yanqing and Zhou Zhiruo both felt that the huge thing between their feet was pulsating wildly and violently at a terrifying frequency, and the scorching temperature was almost burning blisters on the soles of their feet!
"not good!"
Only those two words flashed through Fang Yanqing's mind. But it was all too late. Where are the plum blossoms? I sing of them in the empty forest, but where are you in the forest...?
The very next second, with Wang Meng's earth-shattering roar, that ferocious behemoth also let out its most violent and ultimate roar!
"puff!
Poof! "
A thick, scalding, snow-white liquid with a strong, fishy smell erupted from the tip of the enormous, purplish-red spear with unimaginable, thunderous force, like volcanic lava bursting from a dam!
The force and power of the shot were so great that they even produced a series of heart-stopping, piercing sounds in the air!
Before Zhou Zhiruo could even react, she felt a hot, viscous liquid, with a tremendous force, drenching her from head to toe!
Her exquisitely beautiful face, still bearing traces of tears, her jet-black hair, her pale pink dress symbolizing the purity of a young girl… were all completely covered in that sudden, aggressive surge of masculine essence in an instant!
Warm, viscous liquid slowly flowed down her forehead and cheeks, some even flowing into her slightly open mouth, which was agape in shock. An indescribable, primal, fishy smell instantly filled her entire oral cavity.
Fang Yanqing, who was sitting on the other side, was not spared either.
Although the apprentices helped with the workload, the amount of spray was simply too great, and the range was too wide.
Countless viscous droplets flew over Zhou Zhiruo's head and splashed precisely onto her pale, beautiful face.
Her once spotless, moon-white Taoist robe was now stained and smeared with the filthy flow of the lewd liquid, leaving it a mess.
The entire courtyard was instantly filled with a strong, lingering, and uniquely masculine scent.
Time seemed to freeze completely at that moment.
Zhou Zhiruo froze completely, like a beautiful statue splashed with white paint, motionless.
She could feel the sticky, slippery texture on her face and body, and smell the unfamiliar, dizzying odor. Her mind was completely incapable of thinking.
Fang Yanqing felt ice-cold all over, as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She slowly reached out and, with trembling fingertips, wiped a little white, viscous liquid from her cheek.
She looked at the tiny thing on her fingertip, then at her apprentice's disheveled and pitiful state.
She is finished.
Both of them, master and disciple, are finished.