Chapter 561: Fatal Red Lips

Zuan was speechless. "We nearly lost our lives in a trial in a feudal dynasty, yet this woman ended up in the Primordial World? Could it be that this secret realm still assigns different trials based on the entrants' cultivation levels?"

He certainly remembered the past event the other person mentioned. In the world of "Investiture of the Gods," there was a mysterious Primordial Fierce Beast whose origin was unknown. Her single appearance was remarkably domineering, as she drained the renowned Holy Mother Guiling into an empty shell. Holy Mother Guiling was an extraordinary figure, one of the four great disciples under the Lord of Heaven-Interception Sect. Even in the Primordial World, her cultivation was top-tier. It was only because she had been restrained and immobilized by Daoist Jieyin, the leader of the Western Sect, that the Mosquito Daoist seized the opportunity to drain her into an empty shell.

After draining Holy Mother Guiling, the Mosquito Daoist traveled west, where she absorbed three grades from the Western Sect's Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit. This act delayed the birth of Buddhism in the Western Sect by a full millennium. Afterward, there were no further records of the Mosquito Daoist in the entire Investiture of the Gods world; she seemed to appear out of nowhere and then vanish into thin air.

Zuan was a bit flustered. From the looks of it, the Mosquito Daoist was this very person who had transmigrated to that world? "What's the point of fighting then?" he thought. "That's the Primordial World, where gods and buddhas walk everywhere, and Da Luo Golden Immortals are less significant than dogs. If the Mosquito Daoist could thrive there, how could the two of them possibly deal with her now?"

However, Zuan ultimately didn't give up. Instead, he tried to reason, "If we hadn't brought you back early, you probably would have been slapped to death by Daoist Jieyin of the Western Sect upon his return. So, you should be thanking us."

Pei Mianman, standing nearby, was completely bewildered and couldn't understand what he was saying.

The Mosquito Daoist, however, was filled with shock and uncertainty. "Brat, how do you know Daoist Jieyin?"

A myriad of mythical beasts galloped through Zuan's mind. It truly was Daoist Jieyin! He hastily asked, "What cultivation level have you reached now?"

Perhaps seeing that he also knew about that world, the Mosquito Daoist seemed more inclined to chat. "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. This trip to the secret realm was very fruitful for me. Actually, those gains were secondary. The main thing is that I witnessed a different world and learned that cultivators could be so incredibly powerful. Now I have a clear direction for my future endeavors. Looking at the masters in this world now, they are nothing more than frogs in a well."

Her tone was natural as she spoke, inadvertently revealing the demeanor of a true master. It was predictable that after returning and entering seclusion for a period, she would emerge as one of the world's top-tier powerhouses.

Zuan complained endlessly in his heart, "Are you the protagonist or am I? If I went to the Investiture of the Gods world, perhaps I could also acquire some top-tier magical artifacts." However, he also secretly suspected that the world the Mosquito Daoist went to might not be real. After all, the Yin Ruins secret realm was established by Wu Geng alone. Although Wu Geng was very strong, he wasn't strong enough to create a Primordial World. It was more likely that he had created a false Primordial World to deceive the Mosquito Daoist. After all, in that secret realm, Wu Geng was a god; he could set things however he wished. But how did Wu Geng know about "Investiture of the Gods"? Had he read it from later generations, or had he personally experienced those events?

At this moment, the Mosquito Daoist continued, "You're right. If you hadn't summoned me back in time, I might have died there..." As she spoke, her face flushed. In truth, shortly after arriving in that world, she had been captured by Daoist Jieyin, utterly powerless to resist. She was imprisoned for an unknown duration before finally escaping when the boy guarding her became careless. She then absorbed three grades of the Western Sect's Golden Lotus, but she had already sensed Daoist Jieyin returning. She had originally intended to fight to the death; even if it meant being killed by Daoist Jieyin, she would drain the Golden Lotus completely, making him suffer the consequences of provoking her.

Zuan cupped his hands. "Since we have shown you kindness, we don't ask for repayment. Let's part ways here; we'll meet again."

As he was about to pull Pei Mianman away, his vision blurred. The Mosquito Daoist had already blocked their path. "Trying to leave? It's not that easy. Hand over the 'Phoenix Nirvana Sutra,' and perhaps I can grant you a swift death."

Zuan looked utterly speechless. "You've already experienced a world teeming with immortals and buddhas, and you even absorbed three grades of the Golden Lotus of Merit. Are you seriously still fixated on a book that might not even grant immortality? Are you kidding me?"

The Mosquito Daoist's face flushed, and she snorted. "It's precisely because I've seen that world that I yearn even more for immortality and becoming an immortal. If I could have fully absorbed all twelve grades of that Golden Lotus, perhaps I wouldn't need your 'Phoenix Nirvana Sutra.' Unfortunately, I didn't finish absorbing it, so I can only come to you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out to grab Zuan, moving at a speed far greater than their previous encounters. Clearly, she had improved significantly in the secret realm. Zuan's cultivation had also improved by now, and he hastily activated "Sunflower Phantom" to split into three figures that ran in different directions.

The Mosquito Daoist sneered, "That trick again!" A hint of gold flickered in her eyes, faintly revealing the blurry image of a golden lotus. "Got you!" She completely ignored Zuan's two false clones and directly attacked his true body.

Zuan reacted quickly enough, hastily holding his sword horizontally in front of him. With a crisp clang, Zuan was sent flying backward. It took him a moment to regain his footing, a trace of blood already seeping from the corner of his mouth, his internal energy churning violently. The Mosquito Daoist's gaze fell upon the Tai'a Sword in his hand. "This sword is indeed good. I'll gladly take it for myself later." Clearly, she had been deeply impressed by this sword during their previous encounters before entering the secret realm. As soon as she finished speaking, she continued her attack on Zuan. Having gained much in the secret realm, she was confident she could subdue him within three moves.

Just then, a black rose bloomed nearby. The Mosquito Daoist's brows furrowed slightly as she sensed the destructive power contained within the black flame; she certainly didn't dare let this black rose explode on her. She raised her hand and, with a single palm strike, directly dispersed the vibrant rose. Looking at Pei Mianman not far away, she said, "That brat's strange movement technique is still a bit troublesome, but you, however, are far too weak." Even so, her gaze unconsciously lingered on Pei Mianman's chest for a few seconds. Due to the recoil from her own palm strike, Pei Mianman had been forced back quite a distance, causing a tumultuous ripple across her chest. She subconsciously looked down at herself, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes. "Hmph, these vulgar breasts," she thought, "I'll definitely drain them completely later!"

At this moment, Pei Mianman's face was exceptionally solemn. "Is that so?" she challenged. From her palm, she conjured a small owl-shaped bronze vessel, which then rapidly enlarged. Faintly, a huge owl flew out, and wherever it passed, the surroundings instantly turned into night. This kind of night was very strange. For cultivators, even in darkness, they could typically perceive objects, though perhaps not as clearly as in daylight. But this night seemed to swallow all light; even cultivators couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces.

Zuan's heart stirred. He had heard Pei Mianman mention this: it was the ability of Lady Hao's Owl Vessel, which could create a night domain where others could not see at all, but for Pei Mianman, it was as clear as day. He hastily dodged to the side to avoid being attacked by the Mosquito Daoist based on her memory of his position. He would temporarily leave the rest to Manman and avoid causing her more trouble.

Just then, the Mosquito Daoist's wild laughter echoed through the darkness. "Hahahaha, little girl, you really are 'big-chested and brainless.' Don't you know that mosquitoes are most active in the dark?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a muffled groan came from Pei Mianman, and the surrounding darkness gradually receded. Zuan inwardly cursed, "This is bad." Just as he was about to act, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder. The Mosquito Daoist's teasing voice came from in front of him: "You're as cunning as a ghost, boy. Instead of asking you, it would be better to just drain your vital essence directly and then extract your memories from it."

At this moment, Zuan could finally see clearly: the Mosquito Daoist was standing just inches in front of him, leaning into his embrace like a lover. Her lips seemed poised to kiss her lover's neck, but the next moment, she bit down fiercely. In that instant, Zuan felt a wave of weakness as his vital essence was swiftly drained into her mouth.