Chapter 281: Forcibly Taking the Heavenly Dao Lord, Stealing Immortality Flow, Third Nirvana (3)
Su Qing's hands were bold, shamelessly gliding up from her foot.
Her plump, luscious leg had a touch and feel that was simply divine.
So soft, it made him want to grab and squeeze it without restraint.
He took his time savoring the springy texture of her perfect skin, enjoying the shifting expression on the Heavenly Dao Lord's face.
When dealing with a wicked woman like her, the process should absolutely be savored.
Her condition had only gotten worse. She couldn't muster any real resistance.
It was clear she was trying hard.
But that hand kept moving up, gently brushing across her skin.
Her body couldn't help but tremble.
Compared to yesterday, when there was still hope—today, there was none.
Her strength was completely gone, and now there was even the risk of it being absorbed.
Her disciple had been turned against her, ignoring every word.
Struggling was pointless. Resisting meant nothing.
She was slowly becoming meat on the chopping block. That alone could drive anyone mad.
Su Qing easily pinned down her legs with one hand and held her wrists with the other.
His eyes gazed hungrily at her divinely beautiful face.
"Su, do you even know what the consequences of this are?"
She spoke coldly, realizing she couldn't break free.
"And what consequences would those be?"
Su Qing was curious what she'd come up with.
"The power of my past life—it's not something you can withstand."
"If you go through with this, there's only one outcome: you'll explode. Bet you didn't expect that."
She let out a cold sneer.
She wanted him dead, no question—but she also cared deeply about her purity.
"Of course I expected that. That's why I'm using you as the conduit."
"With your help, that kind of outcome won't happen."
Su Qing replied slowly.
As he spoke, his hand reached the tattered Dao robe and tugged.
A sharp tearing sound echoed.
"Ignorant fool."
She spat those four words as she closed her eyes.
With a low groan, the two finally became one.
The Heavenly Dao Lord's eyes were filled with hatred and the desire for revenge.
Not afraid to die, huh?
Then fine—let him burst completely!
Under her control, the Immortal Flow surged directly into his body.
Su Qing could clearly feel the wildly invasive energy.
He felt it ravaging his meridians.
Anything tied to the Immortal Path wasn't something a regular body could handle.
It was like trying to shove lake water into a tiny water bottle—the results would be catastrophic.
Under normal circumstances, he'd be blown to pieces in seconds.
Yes—he'd explode like a firework, scattered to bits.
If he were the main character, backed by destiny, maybe he could barely survive.
But a minor villain like him? Zero chance.
But luckily, he had a trump card prepared just for this.
If he checked his internal state now, he'd see a faint purple glow emerging.
That purple light drifted through his body, healing the damage.
What needed breaking was broken. What needed fixing was fixed.
Destruction and recovery ran side by side, forming a strange balance.
Nine Deaths Heavenly Silkworm Technique—rebirth through death!
The Heavenly Dao Lord couldn't suppress the sounds leaving her mouth—soft groans escaped.
Part of it was pain like she'd never felt before.
The other part was the trauma of her immortal energy being stripped away.
She could feel it—what once belonged to her was now his.
That feeling was unbearable.
Even harder to understand: he should've exploded by now.
If she were the one bearing it, even if incompatible, she could store it temporarily.
But someone at Su Qing's level? He shouldn't last more than a few seconds!
Normally, ten seconds would be enough to finish him.
But he was still alive. Not only that—he kept absorbing like a bottomless pit.
It was... absurd.
Did he have some kind of energy-storing artifact?
She stared hard at Su Qing.
Given their position, he should've been enjoying himself.
But the young man's face was twisted with pain.
His brows were furrowed, eyes shut tight, teeth clenched, body trembling.
From that alone, she knew the Immortal Flow had entered him without resistance.
So maybe... he was just incredibly talented?
Just as she pondered this, Su Qing seemed to reach his limit.
His vitality visibly began to drain. It looked like he was done for.
Was it over?
In her heart, she didn't know what she felt—part triumph, part something else.
But mere seconds later, he recovered a trace of vitality.
Then... resumed enduring the pain.
In an instant, she realized:
He had a life-sustaining technique. And it was high-level!
Immortal energy was absurdly pure. To survive this meant his technique was elite.
Even so, the pain was real. His spell couldn't reduce it.
He was just some clever little villain, but he had such terrifying willpower?
The Heavenly Dao Lord momentarily forgot her shame, overwhelmed by the shock.
She wanted to see where his limit was.
Techniques like that shouldn't last long.
Even if he survived once—what about the second time? The third?
But what she didn't expect was that he endured three full death-rebirth cycles.
Not only that, he came out of it stronger—his life force and presence grew even more intense!
How was this possible?!
Not knowing anything about the Nine Deaths Heavenly Silkworm Technique, she couldn't believe what she saw.
It was... incomprehensible!
After his third Nirvana, Su Qing finally felt the soul-crushing pain begin to ease.
Each rebirth was like shedding his old self—his talent and comprehension improved across the board.
This was merely the threshold for containing the Immortal Flow.
What's more, the energy that had entered still hadn't been fully digested—it lingered in his body.
It was clear that if he could absorb it all, his strength would rise even further.
Even so, his current power had already skyrocketed.