After approaching Fang Meiyun,
he lowered his head, looked at Fang Meiyun lying on the ground, unable to resist,
and let out two sinister chuckles. Then he crouched down and gently stroked Fang Meiyun's face with his hand while saying:
"Did you really think that little trick of yours could fool me?
Girl, are you playing tug-of-war with me?"
Fang Meiyun couldn't move.
Her eyes, full of hatred, were fixed on Wang Shaoyang.
She opened her mouth and suddenly spat directly in his face.
Wang Shaoyang was just about to open his mouth to speak.
The saliva, impossible to stop, went straight into his mouth.
It slid down his throat with the smoothness of a Dove chocolate.
Wang Shaoyang exploded with rage. He raised his hand to slap her, but suddenly stopped and smiled while saying:
"Do you think that will make me angry and take revenge?
It's just saliva. You still don't understand men."
With a proud expression he said:
"A libertine man like me, as long as the woman is beautiful, everything about her is perfect. Except for immortal cultivators, all women poop. And if one of them did, for me it would be a delicious delicacy."
"Everything a beautiful woman has is good. I unconditionally accept everything from a beauty. The most perfect things in the world are beautiful women."
Then he lay back on the ground, looked at Fang Meiyun and opened his mouth:
"If you don't believe me, spit on me again. As many times as you want, I'll swallow them all."
"Disgusting, bastard, beast!"
Fang Meiyun cursed under her breath. In that man she saw a trace of Meng Zihao.
But Meng Zihao's lustfulness didn't even compare to his.
"Bastard? Beast? What fine insults."
Wang Shaoyang made a delighted face:
"When a beauty insults, it's always a pleasure. I'm so excited I can't take it anymore. Come on, show me your real face. I want to see how beautiful you really are to have to disguise yourself like this."
Saying this, he extended both hands and held Fang Meiyun's face, which was twice as big as a normal person's, like a big pork cake, and began to cast a spell.
But after just a few moments of casting, his face turned whiter than Old Wang from the neighboring village who had been dead for seven days.
That woman… had actually not used a spell to make herself ugly!
Nor had she used a magical artifact?
Was she really that horribly ugly???
Seeing that face with features compressed by fat and that body like a mountain of flesh,
Wang Shaoyang felt his stomach churn. Had that thing he just swallowed come from such a hideous woman?
How was it different from a jujube seed spat out by an eighty-year-old woman?
Maybe even worse.
Just as he thought about getting up to kill her,
he suddenly discovered his body no longer responded.
"What's happening to me…?"
He had barely spoken when his eyes locked onto a thread.
It was a thread as thin as a mustard seed.
One end was on Fang Meiyun, and the other passed through his chest, coiled around his soul.
At that moment, his entire soul was already under her control!
Although he wanted to resist, he horrifiedly discovered that now he was like a mere spectator of his own body.
The control was no longer in his hands.
"What kind of technique is that? Weren't you already incapacitated?"
Wang Shaoyang asked in a trembling voice.
"Didn't I say a moment ago? Your name is Ji Bochang, but your life won't be very long."
Fang Meiyun answered without getting to the point, manipulating Wang Shaoyang's body to stroke her greasy pig-like face.
"Tell me, Ji Bochang, do men only love beauties? Don't ordinary women deserve their gaze? Or are they not even considered people by you?"
Wang Shaoyang's hands, out of his control, stroked tenderly.
But his tone was one of absolute panic as he said:
"That's not true either… It's just that this humble cultivator prefers beauties. Everyone has their tastes. Before I began cultivation, in my hometown many ordinary women lived in harmony with their husbands until old age. After all, most people in the world are ordinary. I just have some power, so I can afford to choose…"
"Then, if an ordinary man became a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, would he also be like you?"
Fang Meiyun manipulated Wang Shaoyang to lie down on her.
His obese, deformed body was like a puddle of mud, in which Wang Shaoyang sank deeper and deeper, invaded by terror.
He didn't like fat flesh! That was 99% fat and 1% lean meat! Who could stand that?
"Madam… If an ordinary man reached the Nascent Soul Realm, he'd probably be like me too. That's why… I've only made the mistake that all men make. I beg you, madam, give me a chance."
Even in panic, Wang Shaoyang did not forget to answer Fang Meiyun's question.
"Then that means all men deserve to die!"
Fang Meiyun's face twisted with rage:
"As soon as they have power, they want to put all the women of the world into their harems!"
"You can't generalize like that. What's wrong with men loving beauties? Aren't women naturally attracted to the powerful? When there's mutual consent, you can't blame only the men. Madam, would you also pay attention to a vulgar and ordinary farmer?"
Though near death, Wang Shaoyang could not tolerate that argument and answered firmly.
"It's natural for women to admire the strong! But men being womanizers is reason enough for them to die!"
Fang Meiyun shouted furiously while hugging Wang Shaoyang tightly:
"You said you liked women? Then today I'll make you truly experience what a woman is!"
After finishing speaking, she manipulated Wang Shaoyang to begin dual cultivation.
And she activated her secret technique, determined to absorb Wang Shaoyang's spiritual power completely.
Three days and three nights later.
Wang Shaoyang lay on the ground with a lost gaze, gaunt face, and weak breathing, looking at the sky.
During those long three days,
after losing control of his body, he had practically no rest.
His cultivation at the middle Nascent Soul Realm had fallen to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
While Fang Meiyun's had risen to the middle Nascent Soul Realm.
With a flushed face, energized and radiant, she put on her magical robe.
Fang Meiyun looked coldly at Wang Shaoyang.
"Now you have two choices: ask for death or ask to keep living. Which do you choose?"
"I want to live…"
Wang Shaoyang answered weakly.
It wasn't because he feared death.
But because his heart was full of hatred.
If he didn't take revenge on this woman,
he wouldn't rest even in the grave!
"You want to live? Then I won't please you. All the men in the world, except my beloved, deserve to die!"
Fang Meiyun let out a cold laugh and raised her hand, reducing Wang Shaoyang to dust.
The pink Taoist robe he wore also disintegrated with the wind.
Seeing the scene, Fang Meiyun's mood improved considerably.
There was one less despicable man in this world!
In the mountain temple behind the Star Watchers Sect.
At midnight, under a starry sky, an old Taoist sat under a tree contemplating the mysteries of the stars.
Suddenly, a piercing scream broke the stillness of the night.
The old man slightly frowned and instantly appeared before the door of a room in the temple.
Upon opening it, he found Xiao Junle with his face soaked in cold sweat, sitting on the bed, repeatedly murmuring the name Meiyun.
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