After a month of training, Yang Kai had gained very little. Unable to kill many demon beasts, he naturally hadn't obtained many Blood Pearls — though that was secondary.
The real problem was that the demon beasts he'd encountered were all too weak. Fourth-stage demon beasts couldn't even withstand a few moves before him now, and the weaker fifth-stage ones were still somewhat lacking. Without the crucible of truly difficult battles, there was simply no way to achieve any breakthrough on top of his current foundation.
Yang Kai yearned for the baptism of blood and powerful foes!
It wasn't a complete waste, however. Over the course of this month, almost without realizing it, Yang Kai had stumbled upon another way to use the Beast Soul Skill.
The Beast Soul Skill he'd obtained from the lingering wills of those two formidable demon beasts wasn't limited to offensive use alone! Though Yang Kai himself was still exploring this new application, and it remained far from perfected.
On this particular day, after Yang Kai had slain three fourth-stage demon beasts, in a stretch of jungle thirty li away, a woman's eyes snapped open, a flicker of cold menace and surprise passing through her gaze.
This woman's dress and the features of her face were slightly different from those of the people of the Great Han. She was a member of the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom's warriors.
She was not ugly — one might even say she was beautiful — but for some reason, this woman radiated an intensely eerie feeling, like a venomous beauty coiled and waiting to strike, ready at any moment to sink her fangs, dripping with poison, into someone and deliver death.
Anyone who laid eyes on her would not dare feel the slightest contempt.
Her attire was quite revealing. A pair of jade-white arms were left bare, and the tight-fitting short top on her upper body could not conceal her magnificent figure. With a raise of her arm, her flat, taut belly and delicate navel were laid bare for all to see. Her lower body was even simpler — shorts that barely reached her hips, displaying two long, shapely legs in full.
She gazed in Yang Kai's direction, a faint, cold smile lingering at the corner of her lips, and slowly rose to her feet. Though her petite, curvaceous body was small, it was filled with incomparable explosive power.
Once she stood, the two people behind her instinctively took several steps backward. Staring at the back of this Heavenly Wolf Kingdom woman, their eyes were full of wariness and hatred.
They were a man and a woman!
Had Yang Kai been present, he would have been greatly astonished — for these two were none other than Disciples of Ghost King Valley. Jin Hao and Leng Shan.
The two outstanding disciples of Ghost King Valley were now both fixed on the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom woman. As they stared, their Zhenyuan surged uncontrollably, and killing intent flickered in their eyes.
"Roar..." Just then, several dozen demon beasts in the surrounding area suddenly bared their fangs and snarled low at Jin Hao and Leng Shan, a clear warning and show of hostility.
The Heavenly Wolf Kingdom woman turned slowly, casting a deeply meaningful glance at Jin Hao and Leng Shan. The two of them shuddered from head to toe and hastily suppressed both their killing intent and their Zhenyuan.
"You can't kill me!" The woman from the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom was named Zi Mo. Having been at her side for a month or two now, that was all the information Jin Hao and Leng Shan had managed to learn about her.
Zi Mo let out a cold snort. "Just this once. If you dare harbor any such thoughts again, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
Though their eyes were filled with humiliation, neither Jin Hao nor Leng Shan dared show any insolence. Jin Hao hastily lowered his head. "Your subordinate and Junior Sister wouldn't dare. Please rest assured, Miss Zi!"
Zi Mo studied him deeply for a long moment before breaking into a radiant smile. "You should consider yourselves fortunate to have fallen into my hands. Had you accidentally fallen to my Senior Brother or Senior Sister instead, I'm afraid you would already be wishing for death by now."
As she spoke, Zi Mo strolled forward with leisurely grace, her slender waist swaying gently, each step delicate and measured, a faint smile still playing at her lips.
Jin Hao stole a glance from beneath his lashes and couldn't help but swallow hard.
Zi Mo's figure was absolutely exquisite, and her style of dress was daring in the extreme — utterly unlike the women of the Great Han. Though he had been around her for quite some time now, every time he looked, it sent a fresh jolt of sensation through him. Especially that flat belly and that delicate navel — for a young man like Jin Hao, brimming with vigor, they held an enormous pull.
He often fantasized about what it would be like to strip this bewitching woman bare and ravage her thoroughly, to savor her body's delights, to listen to her pleas and screams. How blissful that would be!
But Jin Hao dared only think it. In Zi Mo's presence, he wouldn't dare harbor so much as a stray improper thought.
This woman from the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom was someone who killed without blinking an eye — more ruthless and bloodthirsty even than a Disciple raised in Ghost King Valley.
Zi Mo walked up to Leng Shan and stopped. Still smiling gently, she watched as a look of revulsion and discomfort surfaced on Leng Shan's face. Leng Shan's body trembled faintly, yet she didn't dare make a sound.
Zi Mo chuckled softly. She extended one slender, jade-white hand and lifted Leng Shan's delicate chin, gazing into those crimson, thin lips.
In the next instant, she suddenly leaned forward and pressed her own lips against Leng Shan's mouth.
Jin Hao drew a sharp breath, subtly bending forward, quietly sticking out his rear. He could feel every drop of his blood boiling.
Smacking, wet sounds of kissing filled the air as Leng Shan weakly struggled — though this only seemed to further excite Zi Mo. Accompanied by soft, lilting laughter, Zi Mo slipped one hand inside Leng Shan's clothing, roaming and exploring without restraint.
Jin Hao watched with eyes red from envy.
Leng Shan held an elevated position within the sect — even he himself wouldn't dare be impertinent toward her. Yet all these days, she had been helplessly subjected to this other woman's unbridled caresses, made to experience every conceivable forbidden pleasure.
That slender, serpentine tongue had invaded her mouth. The fullness of her chest was being kneaded beyond recognition. Her pert, round buttocks were now covered by a delicate hand, continuously shifting shape right before his very eyes.
This wasn't the first or second time. During this period, Jin Hao had witnessed it at least seven or eight times, and each time left him burning with desire, suffering unbearably.
Leng Shan's feeble resistance gradually gave way to submission. The two women tangled together, their breathing quickening, the sound of rapid heartbeats filling the air, stirring the imagination to wild flights.
Jin Hao forced himself to turn away. He was afraid that if he kept watching, he would lose control entirely.
After a long while, Zi Mo finally released Leng Shan. Their lips parted, a glistening thread of saliva still connecting them.