Looking at Qin Hao's handsome face, Shen Suning had only one thought in her mind at this moment: "He is right. My mortal desires are not extinguished, and lust has risen again. I... I want him!"
As soon as this thought popped up, Shen Suning startled even herself, but the next second—
An unprecedented clarity suddenly exploded in her mind. It was a feeling akin to enlightenment.
Ten thousand years of cultivation, countless confusions, suddenly all unraveled at this moment.
She had always thought she was cultivating the Dao of Ruthlessness, that she had to sever all emotions and desires to achieve the Great Dao.
But at this moment, she realized she was wrong, completely wrong.
Emotions and desires were not shackles to be severed, but the true heart that needed to be faced.
She had been suppressing herself, deceiving herself, telling herself she didn't need those things.
But the more she suppressed and deceived, the stronger the deepest yearning in her heart became.
Up until now, she finally faced her inner heart, admitting that she was indeed, as Qin Hao had said, the most lustful nun in the entire Three Realms and Nine Heavens.
The moment Shen Suning faced her true heart, the shackles of her inner demons shattered with a loud bang.
Shen Suning's body suddenly stiffened, followed by a vast power surging wildly within her. This was her lost cultivation.
Qin Hao could feel Shen Suning's cultivation skyrocketing madly.
Void Refinement Realm... Tribulation Crossing Realm... Immortal... Golden Immortal... Immortal Lord... Immortal King.
Finally, Shen Suning's cultivation settled at the peak of the Immortal King Realm, even superior to what it was before she lost all her powers.
After her cultivation was restored, Shen Suning stared straight at Qin Hao. The look in her eyes was no longer the shy, evasive, and hesitant gaze from before.
Instead, it was a gaze that sent a chill down Qin Hao's spine.
Her eyes held blazing heat, yearning, and a sense of absolute determination to have him.
Qin Hao subconsciously took a step back. A bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
Seeing Qin Hao retreat, Shen Suning lightly licked her red lips, a seductive smile curling up at the corner of her mouth.
At this sight, Qin Hao could not help but shudder, involuntarily retreating several more steps.
"Haohao~"
Shen Suning finally spoke, her voice as soft as a pool of spring water, making Qin Hao's bones go soft just hearing it.
Shen Suning snapped her fingers, and the next second, the mighty power of an Immortal King imprisoned Qin Hao, leaving him unable to move, not even able to speak.
Shen Suning reached out a finger and stroked Qin Hao's lips.
"Haohao, do not blame me for binding you. In case you are unwilling to call the person behind you, I would just have to watch the cooked duck fly away."
Qin Hao twitched the corner of his mouth. He really wanted to tell Shen Suning to undo the confinement and stop playing these games. Actually, he could take the initiative.
Unfortunately, right now he could not utter a single word.
Shen Suning's kisses rained down, landing on Qin Hao like raindrops.
Dense and overwhelming.
Forehead, brows, nose bridge, cheeks, chin...
She did not spare an inch of Qin Hao's body. Every kiss was urgent and heavy, as if she wanted to use Qin Hao to fill the tens of thousands of years of emptiness in her life entirely.
Qin Hao looked utterly disdainful. She was an Immortal King, could she not have a bit of technique? Was this how you kiss someone? Clumsy and desperate, completely devoid of rhythm, only knowing how to rub vigorously.
Getting his face covered in saliva.
Qin Hao closed his eyes.
Whatever, he could not move anyway.
He could not resist anyway.
And anyway... it actually felt quite comfortable.
The moonlight fell upon the two of them. The bamboo forest rustled, and the ripples in the pool swayed gently.
......
In a flash, a month passed, and Qin Hao had long since regained his mobility.
For the first few days, Shen Suning was still high and mighty, but later on, Qin Hao turned the tables and took charge.
Qin Hao glanced at Shen Suning, who was lying limp on the ground, and took out a loose robe from his storage bag to drape over her.
Sensing Qin Hao's approach, Shen Suning's eyes darted away evasively, and she said with lingering fear, "We cannot continue, I am going to break."
Hearing this, Qin Hao could not help but chuckle. His assessment of Shen Suning was that she was terrible at it but loved to play; her combat power was not in the same dimension as his wife Ruyan at all.
He reached out and pinched Shen Suning's cheek, chuckling softly, "Rest well. Our one-month lease is up, and it is time for me to leave."
Shen Suning had been paralyzed on the ground, her body so sore and weak like a puddle of mud that she did not even want to move a finger. But the moment Qin Hao said this, she shot up like she had been struck by lightning.
Her beautiful eyes stared straight at Qin Hao, her voice hoarse and carrying a hint of disbelief.
"What did you say?"
Qin Hao looked at Shen Suning, reaching out to pull up the slipped robe and cover her again.
"The lease is up. I have to go."
Go? He was leaving?
Shen Suning's mind buzzed. She subconsciously reached out and grabbed Qin Hao's sleeve.
"You are not allowed to go!"
The moonlight fell on Shen Suning's face. Her colored glass-like pupils were now filled with panic.
Right now, Shen Suning was like a drowning person clutching the last piece of driftwood. She looked at Qin Hao, her voice even softer than before, carrying an imperceptible tremble.
"Haohao, I beg you, do not leave me. As long as you do not leave me, you can make me do whatever you want. I am already yours now. Are you planning to just eat me up, wipe your mouth clean, and not take responsibility?"
Qin Hao rubbed her little bald head and smiled as he said,
"You are not the only Dao Companion who wants me to take responsibility, you know."
Hearing this, Shen Suning's gaze became firm, and she promised Qin Hao,
"I will get along well with them, Haohao. Rest assured, I just want to stay by your side. I will be sensible."
Wrapped in Qin Hao's robe, Shen Suning's eyes turned red. Her hands tightly gripped Qin Hao's sleeve like a pet abandoned by its owner.
Where did she look even slightly like an almighty Immortal King at this moment?
Her voice was muffled. "Haohao, it is fine if you do not want to stay. I can go with you."
"My cultivation has reached the peak of the Immortal King Realm. I can help you fight, I can protect you, I can—"
Hearing Shen Suning's words, Qin Hao's eyebrows could not help but rise. So sensible?
Meeting Shen Suning's expectant gaze, Qin Hao spoke,
"Suning, do not forget, you are still the abbess of the Wangchen Nunnery."
"If you leave with me, what will happen to this entire sect? Wangchen Nunnery is a Holy Land, after all, with tens of thousands of disciples. If you go with me, what will they do?"
Shen Suning's body stiffened slightly. Just now, her entire heart was tied to Qin Hao, and she truly had not considered what would happen to Wangchen Nunnery if she left.
"Alright, you are an Immortal King expert, after all. Do not act like a child. A brief parting is only for a more beautiful reunion next time."
After saying that, Qin Hao activated his jade pendant and directly returned to the Qin Family's estate.
Meanwhile, Shen Suning, who had just been conflicted about what would happen to Wangchen Nunnery if she left, instantly lost all her hesitation the moment she saw Qin Hao disappear.
What Wangchen Nunnery? How could a mere Holy Land compare to her Haohao?
She was going to find Qin Hao, and she would stick by his side even if she had to be completely shameless to do it. Hmph, if Haohao dared to ignore her, then he had better not blame her for using a few Immortal King methods to ruthlessly bring him under her control!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
