Chapter 1484: Stirring Desire

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Chapter 1482: Stirring Desire

Heart-Tugging, Emotion-Arousing Golden Needle.

This was the Hua Clan’s treasure, forcibly implanted into Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness to suppress the Divine Nature of this Divine-Shaman.

Mo Hua’s Divine-Sense cultivation was profound; he usually did not fear this golden needle, nor was he often affected by it.

But at this moment, this needle suddenly surfaced, emitting an unusual Divine Dao mystery that instantly eroded Mo Hua’s reason, stirred the desires deep within his heart, and clouded his mind.

From the Flower Tower below, intimate whispers, like demonic sounds, poured into Mo Hua’s ears, continuously arousing his lustful thoughts.

Even when Mo Hua invoked the Heavenly Demon Law of Supreme Emotion-Severing, he could not sever these desires.

Because his Little Senior Sister, the “anchor point” of his humanity, was right beside him at this very moment.

The more he tried to sever them, the more stable the anchor point became, and the stronger the thoughts in his heart grew.

Mo Hua couldn’t help but turn his head to look at the person beside him.

At this moment, Bai Zixi was in a disguised state, wearing the Divine Concealment Cicada Garment, a golden-threaded Daoist robe, and a Painted Skin Mask, appearing as a graceful and handsome gentleman in this mundane world.

But this disguise was originally crafted by Mo Hua himself. With his Divine-Sense, he could see through the layers of concealment at a glance, revealing the true form of his Little Senior Sister.

He could see her graceful figure and her flawless, breathtaking beauty.

From childhood to adulthood, Mo Hua had always been devoted to Formations, his pure Dao Heart almost never troubled by desires between men and women. Yet now, the Huà Clan’s nine-colored golden needle was gradually drawing out such desires, drop by drop, and like aged wine, they grew increasingly intense.

The Dao Heart was pure, yet the affection was profound.

An indescribable longing for his Little Senior Sister arose in Mo Hua’s heart.

He quickly restrained his thoughts, not daring to dwell on them, and shifted his gaze upward to look at his Little Senior Sister’s face.

But that exquisite, ethereal, and dreamlike visage instantly shattered Mo Hua’s mental defenses once more.

Especially when he saw his Little Senior Sister’s crystal-clear, rosy lips, Mo Hua couldn’t help but wonder:

“What do Little Senior Sister’s lips taste like?”

This somewhat dangerous thought had barely surfaced when Mo Hua forcibly suppressed it.

But as soon as he suppressed it, the desires surged back like a flood’s Backlash, raging and swelling once more.

Unable to resist, Mo Hua slowly leaned closer to Bai Zixi’s lips.

Bai Zixi was stunned.

She could sense that her Little Junior Brother’s state seemed somewhat off—his mind was unstable, and his emotions were churning violently.

Bai Zixi was about to wake Mo Hua when she suddenly caught sight of his eyes.

They were eyes she had never seen in her Little Junior Brother before.

Her Little Junior Brother’s gaze had always been clear and bright. When he looked at her, he occasionally seemed dazed, but only for a moment.

But now, her Little Junior Brother’s eyes were as deep as the sea, as if filled with an intense, unresolvable affection.

The obsession in his gaze burned like a raging fire, searing one’s heart.

For a moment, Bai Zixi’s icy heart was thrown into disarray, and she forgot to react.

In the moment of her hesitation, Mo Hua had gradually drawn close to her face. Bai Zixi could see up close that painting-like face, compassionate and gentle, and those captivating eyes.

Seemingly infected by Mo Hua’s intense affection, Bai Zixi’s heart trembled, and she inexplicably felt a bit dazed as well.

Their foreheads gradually pressed together, flawless complexions reflecting each other, like a pair of jade-like figures with celestial grace.

Their lips were now mere inches apart. Between them, they could almost feel each other’s breath—one as delicate as an orchid, the other as cool and clear as ink.

Breaths grew heavier, emotions simmered, like a taut string pulling at both their hearts, trembling intensely.

Both were struggling to suppress the feelings in their hearts, yet beneath the scorching desire, their lips couldn’t help but draw closer.

But just as their lips were about to touch…

A subtle shift in cause and effect stirred in the unseen.

Bai Zixi seemed to sense something, her mind instantly clearing. Knowing some things must never be done, she panicked and reached out, giving Mo Hua a light pinch on the waist.

The pinch stung a little.

Mo Hua gradually regained his senses, his eyes clearing as well.

Just like that, they both froze in place, motionless.

Yet their foreheads remained pressed together. Mo Hua could still see up close Little Senior Sister’s delicate, flawless skin, her nearly perfect face, the red lips so close to his own, and the orchid-like fragrance of her breath.

The intense emotions from moments ago still lingered in the narrow space between them.

Mo Hua’s desire was instantly rekindled.

But as he glanced up and met Little Senior Sister’s clear, bright eyes, his face flushed as if on fire, turning as red as an apple.

Bai Zixi had intended to say something, but seeing her usually thick-skinned Little Junior Brother blushing like an apple, her heart inexplicably trembled again, and she found herself at a loss for words.

In the awkward yet intimate atmosphere, they remained pressed together a little longer before reluctantly parting, their foreheads no longer touching, the distance between their lips growing wider.

Mo Hua felt a pang of loss.

Bai Zixi’s heart, too, felt inexplicably empty.

Sitting there, both at a loss, they resembled two children who had tried to do something mischievous but failed, unsure what to say, afraid to look at each other.

After what felt like an eternity, they spoke at the same time:

“Junior…”

“Senior…”

But as soon as they spoke, their eyes met again. Remembering everything that had just happened, as if each other’s breath still lingered on their lips, they immediately averted their gazes.

This time, both fell silent with unspoken understanding.

Mo Hua silently crouched to the side, his mind blank, unsure what to think.

Whenever a thought arose, his mind filled entirely with Little Senior Sister’s image, especially her captivating eyes, fair skin, exquisite face, and…

Mo Hua immediately shook his head, forcefully gathering his thoughts, calming his emotions, and attempting to meditate.

But this time was different from before.

In the past, Mo Hua would quickly enter a state of serene meditation, his heart as still as water.

Now, no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts remained turbulent, his mind still filled with Little Senior Sister’s captivating appearance from moments ago.

Mo Hua sighed inwardly.

“No wonder Master once said that as people grow older, their thoughts multiply, and meditation becomes increasingly difficult.”

Mo Hua could only gather his focus once more, forcing himself into meditation. It took him twice as long as usual to barely steady his mind.

With his mind somewhat settled, Mo Hua gradually remembered where he was and why he had come here.

At the same time, he quickly and keenly noticed another peculiar detail:

How had he suddenly become so confused?

Because Little Senior Sister was too beautiful?

That was true… but Little Senior Sister was usually beautiful too, and he hadn’t felt like this before.

Was it because… of that golden needle left by the Huà Clan Ancestor?

Mo Hua could vaguely sense that it was precisely the Heart-Tugging, Emotion-Arousing Golden Needle left by the Huà Clan Ancestor that had just stirred his mind, aroused his desires, and suppressed both his rationality and Divine Nature.

“It must be the golden needle’s fault! This needle is disturbing my Dao Heart!”

Mo Hua nodded, not feeling at all that he himself was also part of the problem.

But then another question arose:

“But why did this Heart-Tugging, Emotion-Arousing Golden Needle… suddenly disturb my mind and suppress my Divine Nature precisely at this moment?”

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

The emergence of things must have a beginning.

With his keen Divine Sense and meticulous nature, Mo Hua wouldn’t truly believe this to be mere coincidence.

The sudden activation of the Heart-Tugging, Emotion-Arousing Needle must have been triggered by some specific ‘inducement.’

With this thought, Mo Hua’s heart tightened, and he finally noticed that within the narrow space of the beam, the sounds of intimate contact between a man and woman were still audible.

These were the sounds of pleasure made by Miao’er and the Dao Court Division man during their intimacy.

It was precisely these sounds of intimate pleasure that had stirred Mo Hua’s desires, or rather, triggered the Heart-Tugging, Emotion-Arousing Needle within his Sea of Consciousness.

This was normal in itself, yet Mo Hua still felt something was amiss.

He calmed his mind, banishing all desires and distracting thoughts, and listened carefully to these sounds of pleasure once more. Indeed, he detected something, his expression changing slightly as he whispered: “This is… the Joyous-Union Sect’s technique.”

Back in the Great Wilderness, True Person Zhuge had once said that the Huà Clan’s Heart-Tugging, Emotion-Arousing Golden Needle was a treasure of the Joyous-Union Sect from ancient times.

As for this woman named Miao’er, her sweet nothings and intimate murmurs initially sounded like nothing more than the sensual sounds of a man and woman’s intimate affairs.

But after meditating to block out distractions and listening carefully, these sensual sounds contained a special technique designed to stir human desires.

And such techniques, related to men and women, were most likely some secret method of the Joyous-Union Sect.

It was the Joyous-Union Sect’s secret technique that had stirred the Joyous-Union Sect’s ancient treasure, namely, the Heart-Tugging, Emotion-Arousing golden needle within his Sea of Consciousness.

Upon hearing this, Bai Zixi was somewhat surprised, “Joyous-Union?”

Mo Hua turned to look at Bai Zixi, about to say something, but influenced by the earlier emotions, his gaze first involuntarily fell upon Little Senior Sister’s lips, crystal clear, red as jade, shimmering with a lustrous glow.

“What would Little Senior Sister’s lips taste like?”

This thought inexplicably lingered in Mo Hua’s mind once more.

Although the golden needle’s effect had been suppressed by his meditation, his heart still raced uncontrollably, and his gaze held a trace of heat and fluster.

Realizing his mind was in turmoil again, Mo Hua immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at Little Senior Sister, especially her lips.

And from that brief glance just now, Bai Zixi had already seen the look in Mo Hua’s eyes, guessing her Little Junior Brother’s thoughts. Her heartstrings trembled, and she too immediately lowered her gaze.

The two of them were like children who had done something wrong, each looking down, yet continuing their conversation normally.

“Little Senior Sister, is the Joyous-Union Sect… a Demonic Path sect?”

Bai Zixi also kept her gaze lowered, “How did you know?”

Because of the Heart-Tugging, Emotion-Arousing Golden Needle…

However, Mo Hua found it difficult to speak such words openly, so he only said, “I… guessed.”

“Oh,” Bai Zixi murmured softly.

After a moment of silence, both of them froze in realization.

Joyous-Union Sect!

Didn’t that mean…

Simultaneously, they leaned forward to peer down from the beam. At that very moment, Miao’er and the man were still entangled in intimacy.

Their clothes were half-undone, with the man lying down and Miao’er draped over him, their lips still locked in a kiss.

However, the situation had already taken a different turn.

The man lay on the bed, barely moving, as if he had fallen asleep.

Meanwhile, the girl named Miao’er continued kissing him on her own.

But rather than a kiss, it seemed more like she was sucking something out of him.

Mo Hua’s pupils contracted slightly as he could see something resembling yang energy being drawn from the man’s body into Miao’er’s mouth.

The more fiercely she sucked, the paler the man’s face grew, his consciousness fading as if he were a pig.

“Is this the Joyous-Union Sect’s dual cultivation harvesting?”

Mo Hua couldn’t help but exchange a glance with Bai Zixi, both seeing surprise in each other’s eyes.

In this world, the existence of the Joyous-Union Sect was not surprising.

Nor was it surprising that the Joyous-Union Sect harvested men through dual cultivation.

But for a female cultivator of the Joyous-Union Sect to infiltrate the largest brothel in Houtu City of Kun Province, posing as a courtesan and openly harvesting a cultivator from the Dao Court Division, this was audacious to the extreme.

In an era of peace under the Dao Court and the Demonic Path lying low, such a thing was almost impossible.

Yet now, it seemed the world truly was beginning to change.

Mo Hua’s gaze turned grave.

Bai Zixi whispered, “What should we do?”

Mo Hua thought for a moment, glanced again at the Dao Court Division man being harvested by Miao’er, his eyes flickering slightly, and shook his head.

“It’s not that simple. Let’s watch the show first.”

Bai Zixi nodded.

As the two whispered to each other, below the beam, the woman named Miao’er seemed to have had her fill. Reluctantly, she climbed off the man, draped her clothes over herself, and sighed softly, a faint smile on her lips.

“The taste of a strong man… truly is extraordinary.”

She reached out and patted the man’s cheek, giggling as she scolded him: “You men are all heartless scoundrels, sweet-talking with your mouths but loving one after another in your hearts, wishing you could change women every day.”

“Today, falling into my hands is your good fortune.”

“Once I tie you up and lock you away below, I’ll make love to you every day, bringing you ecstasy and draining every last drop of your yang energy.”

“I, Miao’er, will endure the hardship of serving you, you lustful ghost, so that you won’t go on to harm other sisters with your insatiable desires.”

Miao’er giggled sweetly, appearing beautiful yet resembling a man-eating female ghost.

But Mo Hua’s eyes flickered.

Tie up… lock away below?

What was “below”? A Joyous-Union Sect prison?

Or perhaps…

As Mo Hua pondered, Miao’er of the Joyous-Union Sect had already taken out a restraint made of wet ox sinew and began tying up the Dao Court Division man.

She seemed to have done this before, as her movements were skilled. In no time, she had wrapped the man three times over.

But just as Miao’er was about to secure the ox sinew restraint completely and tie the man firmly, a large hand suddenly pressed down on hers.

Miao’er was taken aback. She looked up and saw that the man she had just “harvested” and bound for the most part had somehow freed himself from the ropes and opened his eyes. He was staring at her with a cold sneer, his voice icy as he said:

“Lady Miao, the renowned courtesan of Jade Fragrance Pavilion, a junior Elder of the Joyous-Union Sect, guilty of dual cultivation harvesting and murdering an Archive Officer of the Dao Court Division.”

“Caught red-handed, you are under arrest. Come with me to the Dao Court Division.”