Chapter 894 - 972: How to Handle It?

The Kumu Elder was already at the end of his strength.

Even an ordinary person could kill him...

No, an ordinary person couldn’t kill him.

After all, he was in the Unity Realm. Even if an ordinary person hacked at him with a knife for a year, they wouldn’t leave a scratch.

But Chen Mo was no ordinary person. He directly summoned the Wan Chuan Fan and reaped the Kumu Elder’s life.

Then Chen Mo began rummaging through the corpse, wanting to find the antidote to the powder the Kumu Elder inhaled from his space ornaments.

However, there were too many bottles and jars in the Kumu Elder’s space ornaments.

Chen Mo sniffed bottle after bottle, but before checking even half, the restlessness within him was already hard to suppress.

Seizing his last shred of rationality, Chen Mo stored the Kumu Elder’s corpse into the Blood Pearl, then picked up the Purple Star Sword that had fallen to the ground, and then carried Zuoqiu Yiren, intending to leave the place and head to the Illusory Thunder Pool to suppress the turbulence within him with the pool’s aid.

But he never expected that the powder was even more violent than the previous Dragon Pearl, completely awakening the beastliness within him.

As soon as he stepped out of the main hall, Chen Mo could no longer hold back.

He summoned the Heaven-Melting Tripod and then entered it with Zuoqiu Yiren in his arms.

Zuoqiu Yiren had long since lost her reason, rubbing constantly against Chen Mo and tugging at his robe, kissing his neck.

Once inside the Heaven-Melting Tripod, as soon as Chen Mo placed Zuoqiu Yiren on some grassland...

This time, without waiting for Zuoqiu Yiren to make a move...

There was just the sound of "rip."

The clothes on Zuoqiu Yiren were directly torn off by Chen Mo.

Without any tenderness, Chen Mo then proceeded to bully Zuoqiu Yiren.

The latter not only showed no resistance but rather responded passionately.

What Zuoqiu Yiren did not know was that after her scream...

The repercussion she might have suffered from using that Strongest Sword, which would have hindered her cultivation progress, was slowly being repaired.

Not knowing how long passed.

The Ice Spirit did not know how long she slept.

She was awakened by a symphony of noise.

When she opened her eyes in confusion and glanced toward the direction of the sound...

The scene that entered her view caused her eyes to widen with disbelief.

"What... what are you doing?!"

The Ice Spirit couldn’t help but utter.

And it was precisely her voice that startled Chen Mo, making him look in her direction.

"You..." The Ice Spirit’s expression changed, noticing that Chen Mo’s eyes were still blood-red.

And upon seeing her awake, he immediately reached out to pull her over.

Yes, the Ice Spirit was lying no more than a meter away from Chen Mo.

"No." The Ice Spirit was scared, her body felt like it was falling apart, and she still hadn’t recovered from her long sleep.

But Chen Mo ignored her words and pulled her into the fray, bullying her alongside.

"Are you a beast?" The Ice Spirit’s delicate body was trembling.

But soon, her gaze became dazed as well.

...

Again, not knowing how much time passed.

Inside the Heaven-Melting Tripod, everything was quiet.

The grass was slightly messed up, and corsets, skirts, and robes were casually thrown aside, all torn, with a sweet and sticky scent in the air.

Zuoqiu Yiren and the Ice Spirit each lay on one of Chen Mo’s arms, their cheeks slightly red and glistening with a bit of sweat, and their skin seemed noticeably more tender than before.

Especially Zuoqiu Yiren, who appeared more beautiful than before.

They nestled in Chen Mo’s embrace, their brows still carrying weariness, yet to awaken from their slumber.

Each had a beautiful leg resting on Chen Mo.

Soon, Zuoqiu Yiren’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, and the fingers resting on Chen Mo’s shoulder twitched, as she opened her eyes, awakening from her fatigue.

The moment she opened her eyes, they widened instantly, her body stiffening, not daring to move.

Where is this?

Why am I here?

What happened?

Upon awakening, Zuoqiu Yiren hadn’t realized the seriousness of the situation. But as scenes from the main hall replayed in her mind, her face gradually turned from blushing to ashen, then to bright red...

She had inhaled the powder of the Soul-Devouring Demon Fruit, and at this critical moment, Chen Mo appeared.

What happened afterward wasn’t hard to guess.

Her body tensed, then began to tremble slightly, hastily pushing the hand off her waist.

She sat up, hugging her knees, her thoughts wandering far away.

After seven hundred years of purity, it was finally gone.

Given to someone seven hundred years her junior.

For a moment, her heart was full of melancholy.

Unsure of how to handle her relationship with Chen Mo afterward.

Before this, she had clearly told Chen Mo that when he agreed to her terms, she would become his woman.

Amidst her melancholy was a bit of relief, thankful that her body was given to Chen Mo.

Not to the Kumu Elder or the Demon Sect’s Saint Child or something.

In fact, she wasn’t unable to accept being with Chen Mo.

It just happened too suddenly, so suddenly that she wasn’t prepared at all.

She didn’t know why, but she wanted to shout aloud.

And so she did.

"Ah..."

Zuoqiu Yiren’s scream startled Chen Mo and the Ice Spirit awake, their eyes scanning their surroundings.

Another scream followed.

The Ice Spirit flickered to a tree, taking a new skirt from her space ornaments to put on.

Chen Mo also pulled out a robe to put on.

Zuoqiu Yiren, only realizing later, put on her clothes.

Seeing the red-faced girls, Chen Mo raised his hand to smack his forehead, knowing he had caused trouble, and hurriedly apologized to them.

"Yiren, Senior Sister Ice Spirit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it was... Anyway, if you want to hit or scold me, go ahead, I absolutely won’t fight back or retort."

Although it wasn’t Chen Mo’s intention, given that he took their purity, he still felt he had to take responsibility.

Looking at Chen Mo’s apologetic attitude, Zuoqiu Yiren had some grievances to vent on him, but now she didn’t know how to.

After all, it wasn’t really his fault, it was because of the Soul-Devouring Demon Fruit’s powder; the Kumu Elder was the real culprit.

But if she didn’t blame him, how could she handle the issue?

Zuoqiu Yiren didn’t know what to do.

With Zuoqiu Yiren silent, the young Ice Spirit didn’t know what she could say.

After all, as an elder and Chen Mo’s master, not only did Yiren look better but was also stronger than her. If Yiren didn’t say anything, anything Ice Spirit said would seem presumptuous.

Yet if she didn’t speak, it didn’t feel good in her heart either.

The Ice Spirit was also at a loss.

Seeing the two women silent for a long time, Chen Mo didn’t know what to do next.

After a long pause, Zuoqiu Yiren finally spoke up but not about the current matter; instead, she asked about the Kumu Elder.

Chen Mo said that he had already slain the Kumu Elder.

Upon hearing this, Zuoqiu Yiren’s expression improved significantly.