Chapter Eighty-Four: Mirror Flower, Water Moon (Part Two)

Lush green grass grew in abundance. Deep within the valley, the waters shimmered. A pair of long, shapely, beautiful legs parted, revealing a sliver of a glistening, translucent pink curtain. Trickling jade nectar, like divine dew from the heavens, slid down the valley.

Leng Tian swallowed with difficulty. He stared at the exquisite, jade-like body floating before him. Worst of all, the woman was using a slender, delicate finger to gently caress her mysterious valley, her red lips parting as she let out a soft, melodious, and lingering moan.

Leng Tian felt his spear rising high below. *Since you are trying to tempt me, I might as well let myself be tempted,* he thought. He immediately tossed aside his loincloth, stepped forward, and thrust his spear inside.

Her voice was as melodious as a hundred birds singing, or the bubbling of a spring amidst green hills and clear waters. Leng Tian's movements were wild. His large hands gripped her slender waist, his feet moving in a rapid rhythm as he counted aloud, "One hundred and one... two hundred and thirty-two... eight hundred... one thousand..."

The two of them were like a volcano. One breathed heavily, his hips thrusting violently, while the other's melodious moans drove him into an even greater frenzy. Leng Tian accelerated his thrusts, his figure blurring like a phantom as he carried the woman forward for a hundred meters. During this span, his hips thrust hundreds of times. With a loud roar, he yelled, "Three thousand and one! Off to the afterlife you go!"

Leng Tian and the woman reached the climax simultaneously. As his spear released its essence, a sudden burst of immense power erupted from his waist, sending the woman flying dozens of meters away. A flush rose to the surface of her snowy-white skin, and with a roaring boom, she exploded into fragments, sending violent waves of energy sweeping in all directions.

With a wave of his arm, his astral qi surged, dispersing the oncoming wave of energy. Leng Tian pulled his loincloth back down, covering his still-proudly standing spear.

"Hmph... three more left. Come out, all of you! Let's see what other tricks you have. Bring them on, I'll take them all." Leng Tian's eyes flashed like lightning as he scanned the surroundings. But after waiting for a long time, the remaining three women did not appear. Thinking the illusion had been broken, he prepared to sit cross-legged and rest.

Suddenly, the space before him warped. Leng Tian found himself standing outside a village. The village was surrounded by mountains, with a wide, flat plain in the center. To one side of the village, a rushing river flowed down from a high mountain.

A few robust men were working hard by the river, pulling a fishing net. Though they were drenched in sweat, happy smiles adorned their faces. They chanted in unison, their steps steady and powerful, working together to drag the net out of the river inch by inch.

Not far from the riverbank, several children were playing and laughing while watching a herd of horses graze. The sun was at its zenith, and curls of kitchen smoke rose from the village. The aroma of cooking food drifted far and wide, and even Leng Tian could catch a faint, delicious scent.

Leng Tian was visibly moved. This was clearly a creation of the illusion array, yet it felt so incredibly real. The creator of this array was truly a peerless genius.

In truth, Leng Tian did not yet know that the reason the array's creator could fashion such realistic illusions was related to the Spirit Illusion Heavenly Fox. What Leng Tian also did not know was that the two fox sisters would help him immensely in the long years to come, saving Huo Wu and the others from mortal danger on numerous occasions.

The rapid thudding of horse hooves echoed from behind the village. Even with Leng Tian's eyesight, he could only see a billowing cloud of dust rushing down the rear mountain, heading straight for the village.

As they drew closer, Leng Tian finally saw a band of fierce-looking men, all mounted on horseback and armed with weapons, charging like demons toward the peaceful, quiet village.

The robust men pulling the net by the river turned pale upon seeing these uninvited guests. Dropping the fishing net, they bolted toward the village. The playing children also huddled together in terror, their small bodies trembling, their eyes filled with dread.

Hundreds of horses galloped into the village. Dozens of strong villagers wielding weapons gathered to confront the intruders. It was unclear what they were arguing about, but a fierce dispute erupted, and in the blink of an eye, they began to slaughter each other.

The riders possessed decent cultivation bases. In contrast, the furious villagers were far too weak. Before long, they were cut down on the spot. Women and children wept and screamed in terror. The ruthless bandits brutally swung their blades, slaughtering all the children, leaving only the frail elderly and the women.

Leng Tian flew toward the village. Although he knew it was only an illusion, his instinct was to slaughter anyone who harmed the innocent, whether it was real or fake.

However, despite his speed, which should have brought him there instantly, he could not get a single step closer to the village. He was anxious but helpless, forced to watch as the bandits wantonly violated the village women.

Leng Tian's eyes nearly split with rage