Soon, he followed a path so familiar it was second nature, descending into the demonic cult's underground cavern. The guards at the entrance knew him well, and he walked straight along the narrow trail by the stone wall, heading for the Demon Queen's residence.
From within came a woman's voice, a laugh so charming and alluring it was bone-melting. The sound was seductive and soul-stirring, brimming with endless, mature feminine charm. This was followed by the enticing, rhythmic "tap-tap-tap" of high heels striking the ground, drawing nearer. Accompanied by a rich, intoxicating scent of a mature woman, a stunningly beautiful, voluptuous, and seductive figure swayed gracefully from behind a screen. She twisted her slender, willow-like waist with every step, her movements a captivating dance. Her full, ripe, peach-like buttocks swayed behind her, creating mesmerizing ripples of flesh. Her posture was the epitome of seductive grace as she slowly walked to the grand, luxurious throne in the main hall, its seat covered in black silk, and sat down elegantly, crossing a pair of long, beautiful legs sheathed in ultra-sheer black stockings.
This bewitching woman was none other than the leader of the "Evil Moon Cult," the "Profoundly Bewitching Demon Queen," Yin Luoyan. Today, she wore an incredibly sexy, long black gauze dress. The material was as thin as a cicada's wing, clinging tightly to her curvaceous, fiery figure. The dress was daringly bare at the shoulders, held up only by a few thin black ribbons tied into an exquisite bow at the nape of her snowy-white neck, revealing a vast expanse of skin as smooth and delicate as jade. The neckline was plungingly low, her two full, towering breasts nearly bursting through the thin gauze. The high, firm peaks were barely contained by a black lace half-cup bra, which squeezed them together to create a deep, tempting cleavage that invited endless imagination. With her slightest movement, the pair of snowy-white mounds quivered as if alive, sending out soul-snatching ripples.
Her waist, so slender it seemed it could be encircled by a single hand, was cinched tight by a black corset inlaid with tiny rubies. Her abdomen was flat and firm, but the curve below her waist flared out dramatically, outlining a perfectly round, full, and magnificently large buttocks. Now, leaning back in her seat, the high, uplifted curves of her rear were pressed against the black silk, making them look even more fleshy, like a perfectly ripe, juicy peach, full of astonishing elasticity and temptation.
The skirt of her dress was slit high from the thigh, revealing a pair of full, jade-like legs wrapped tightly in ultra-sheer black thigh-high stockings. The stockings had a fine, smooth texture, clinging to the fleshy softness of her thighs. They were almost transparent, hinting at the original pinkish hue of her skin. At the top of her thighs, intricate black lace patterns coiled around the full flesh, the edges squeezing out a circle of pale, tender skin, a sight that sparked the imagination. Below her slender ankles was a pair of black stiletto heels with at least a ten-centimeter heel. The uppers were adorned with dark red, subtle phoenix patterns, adding a touch of the sinister and noble.
The silver dragon was already coiled obediently on a small stone platform beside her throne. When Mo Xingyun entered, its black, narrow eyes fixed on him warily, and it let out a few low hissing sounds from its throat.
Mo Xingyun dared not be negligent and quickly stepped forward. Enveloped in the intoxicating, mature scent of her body, he respectfully knelt on one knee. "Duan Xing pays his respects to the Holy Mother. May you live for a thousand years in peace."
He then gave a general report of what he had seen and heard during his time away, omitting certain details.
The Demon Queen, Yin Luoyan, leaned lazily on her black jade throne. Her soul-snatching, seductive eyes narrowed slightly, a glint passing through them. She did not speak immediately, but instead extended a slender, jade-like finger, painted with scarlet nail polish, to gently tease the small silver dragon coiled on the armrest, letting its cool tongue lick her fingertips.
For a moment, the great hall was silent, save for Mo Xingyun's slightly hurried breathing and the sweet, yet faintly wild and intoxicating, scent emanating from the Demon Queen.
"Oh?" After a long while, the Demon Queen murmured, her voice bone-meltingly seductive. "The mission failed? My dear Xing, when did you learn to return empty-handed and disappoint me?"
Her red lips parted slightly, her breath as sweet as orchids. Each word was like a feather gently tickling Mo Xingyun's eardrums, yet they carried the weight of a thousand catties, forcing his head to bow even lower.
Mo Xingun's heart tightened. He knew that while the Demon Queen appeared bewitching and charming on the surface, she was in fact ruthless and cruel, and extremely strict with her subordinates. Maintaining his kneeling position, he said in a deep voice, "Reporting to the Holy Mother, this mission... it was indeed this disciple's incompetence. The Immortal Palace's defenses were far more stringent than I anticipated. Around that Wei Miaoshu, there were not only the obvious maids and guards, but also several hidden masters of considerable cultivation. I had found a perfect opportunity to strike and kill her in one blow, but unexpectedly..."
He paused, choosing his words carefully before continuing, "...unexpectedly, I was intercepted by the Young Master of the Heavenly Star Sect, Wei Wuyin's son, Wei Yufeng. Though Wei Yufeng is young, his swordsmanship is already quite masterful. His moves were fierce, domineering, and exceptionally vicious. Furthermore, disciples of the Celestial Palace had set up a formation to assist him. I fought with him for a long time. Although I managed to kill several of their skilled fighters, I was also wounded in many places and my internal energy was greatly depleted. In the end... in the end, Wei Miaoshu still managed to escape amidst the chaos under heavy guard."
This account was half-truth, half-lie. He deliberately concealed the fact that he had saved Wei Miaoshu and that she had, in turn, helped him escape, attributing everything to Wei Yufeng's power and the Immortal Palace's defenses.
Upon hearing this, the Demon Queen let out a "he he he" charming laughter. The sound was as clear and pleasant as silver bells, yet it held an indescribable demonic charm and seduction. Her full, towering breasts heaved violently with her laughter, the snowy-white flesh beneath the gauze churning with heart-stopping ripples, almost bursting from the tight lace bra.
"Get up, my little Xing," the Demon Queen said in a syrupy voice. "Come to me. Let me have a good look and see which blind fool dared to harm my precious darling."
Mo Xingyun did as he was told, rising to his feet and walking slowly until he stood before the Demon Queen, who was enveloped in rich, mature scent.
The Demon Queen extended a fair, tender hand to gently lift Mo Xingyun's chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. A warm, sweet breath washed over him. Her stunningly beautiful, utterly bewitching face was inches from his own. Her slender, willow-leaf eyebrows were slightly arched, and the small beauty mark at the corner of her eye added a soul-snatching, flirtatious charm.
"The people from the Immortal Palace certainly are ruthless."
The Demon Queen's fingertip traced lightly over a sword wound on Mo Xyun's cheek that had not yet fully faded. The touch was smooth and silky, yet with a hint of coolness, making Mo Xingyun's heart tremble.
Her gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if she wanted to see right through him. "Wei Yufeng... hmph, the spawn of that old bastard Wei Wuyin, seems to have inherited some of his ruthlessness. But, Xing, tell me honestly. Besides this... what else did you see in the Immortal Palace? Did you hear anything interesting?"
Mo Xingyun feigned contemplation for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "Reporting to Your Majesty, this disciple did indeed make some unexpected discoveries within the Celestial Palace. From my secret observations, it seems the Celestial Palace is not as united as it appears. Especially the Immortal Empress, Ning Xuefei..."
"She and Wei Wuyin seem to be at odds, with a deep rift between them. I happened to overhear them arguing fiercely."
"Oh?" A sharp, almost imperceptible light flashed in the Demon Queen's beautiful eyes, showing her clear interest in this news. "Go on, I'm listening." A playful smile curved her full, red lips. Her jade hand slid slowly down Mo Xingyun's chest, feeling through his rough clothes the frantic beating of his heart beneath, which was pounding with nervousness.
"Furthermore..." Mo Xingyun continued, "I also discovered that the father and son from the Heavenly Strategy Mansion, Dong Yuanhong and Dong Hao, were also guests at the Immortal Palace. The young master, Dong Hao, was frivolous in his words and actions, showing clear signs of flirting and making improper advances toward Empress Ning and her daughter, especially... especially toward Wei Wuyin's daughter, Wei Miaoshu. It seems... it seems the Tianxing Immortal Palace and the Heavenly Strategy Mansion are considering a marriage alliance, but judging by Wei Miaoshu's expression, she is utterly disgusted by him."
The Demon Queen's soul-snatching eyes never left his face, her full chest rising and falling slightly, the deep cleavage beneath the dress faintly visible.
"My little Xing, your eyes have become even more observant than before," the Demon Queen said with a charming laugh. "This Wei Miaoshu... what does she look like? How does she compare to an old relic like me?"
This question struck Mo Xingyun's heart like a searing brand. He couldn't help but picture Wei Miaoshu's face, so lovely whether smiling or pouting, her innocent and charming beauty, and the faint, delicate scent of a young girl that had wafted from her when they embraced in the mountains. He forcefully suppressed the strange fluttering and ache in his heart, his voice slightly hoarse as he said, "Wei Miaoshu... is still young. Her appearance, while certainly refined and otherworldly, cannot... cannot be compared to Your Majesty, a peerless fairy of unparalleled charm and beauty who captivates all. In this disciple's heart, all the women in the world combined could not match half of your enchanting grace and splendor."
"He he he... You little puppy, your mouth is still as sweet as ever. You really know how to please me."
The Demon Queen was shaken by his blatant flattery, her full, towering breasts heaving like stormy seas, almost breaking free from the thin black lace bra to reveal a large expanse of dazzlingly white flesh.
She suddenly leaned forward, her warm, full red lips almost touching his earlobe. Breathing like orchids, she whispered, "So... my good Xing, did you take this rare opportunity to have a little taste of that little beauty from the Immortal Palace?"
Mo Xingyun felt a blast of hot air on his ear, a tingling sensation like an electric current shooting through his limbs. The member between his legs, already restless, instantly and uncontrollably hardened into a rigid bulge in his coarse trousers.
His face flushed crimson in an instant. He hurriedly lowered his head, his voice stuttering, "Holy... Holy Mother, you are all-seeing! This disciple... this disciple's mind was solely on completing the mission you gave me. How... how could I dare to have any improper thoughts!"
"Is that so?" The Demon Queen slowly straightened up, her seductive, silken eyes looking Mo Xingyun up and down, her gaze full of mockery and understanding. "Looking at your red face and pounding heart, it doesn't seem like you had no improper thoughts at all. For a member of our demonic cult to have no interest in such a great beauty... that's quite pathetic, isn't it? But a failed mission is a failed mission. I must give you a small punishment to help you remember, so you don't disappoint me again next time."
As soon as she finished speaking, the jade hand that had been gently caressing his chest suddenly flipped without warning. A sinister, cold, and strange cyan-blue energy, like a venomous snake emerging from them, viciously struck the Dantian acupoint on Mo Xingyun's chest!
"Pfft!" Caught completely off guard, Mo Xingyun felt a bone-chilling coldness invade his lungs. his internal energy instantly surged into violent chaos. A sweetness rose in his throat, and a mouthful of blood sprayed uncontrollably onto the black jade floor before him. His body swayed violently, and he nearly fell to the ground.
"This is your punishment for your failure this time," the Demon Queen Yin Luoyan's voice suddenly turned cold, losing all of its former seduction and warmth, her eyes filled with an unquestionable authority. "To remind you that my orders are not to be failed! And my patience is limited."
She paced back to the grand, luxurious black jade throne and once again reclined lazily, elegantly crossing her pair of full, long legs wrapped in black thigh-high stockings. As the skirt slipped, it revealed the smooth, pale, tender flesh of her upper thigh and the intricate, complex black lace patterns.
"However..." the Demon Queen's tone shifted, a playful smile returning to her eyes. "The information you brought back about the inner workings of the Celestial Palace is not entirely useless. Especially the dirty laundry between Ning Xuefei and Wei Wuyin, and that pair of lecherous father and son from the Heavenly Strategy Mansion... hmph, that can be put to good use."
Her soul-snatching eyes swiveled around Mo Xingyun, and her red lips curved into a smile. "Since that little princess of the Immortal Palace, Wei Miaoshu, seems to have taken a bit of a liking to you, and the Immortal Palace and the Heavenly Strategy Mansion want to use her for a marriage alliance... hmph, hmph, I have a marvelous idea that will kill two birds with one stone."
The Demon Queen beckoned to Mo Xingyun with a slender, jade-like hand, her voice turning sweet and seductive again. "Xing, I am giving you a new, and more important mission. You must do everything in your power to get back to Wei Miaoshu's side. Use all your charm to get close to her, to tease her, to seduce her!"
Hearing this, a storm surged in Mo Xingyun's heart. She wanted him... to seduce Wei Miaoshu?! This... this was utterly absurd!
He forced a few words out from between his teeth. "This disciple... accepts the order. It's just... just that I am dull and afraid... afraid I am not up to the task..."
"Not up to the task? He he he..." The Demon Queen let out a bone-meltingly wanton laugh. She extended a sexy foot clad in a black, pointed-toe stiletto heel and used the cold, gleaming tip to lift Mo Xingyun's chin, rubbing it back and forth across his jaw in an extremely ambiguous manner, feeling the muscles tensing with nervousness beneath his skin.
"A young girl in the first flush of love, innocent of the ways of the world. How hard can she be to deal with?" The Demon Queen extended a slender, jade-like finger painted with scarlet nail polish, gently hooking Mo Xingyun's chin and forcing him to lift his head, to meet her eyes that seemed capable of devouring everything.
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