Chapter 70

The light rain came suddenly, dark clouds obscuring the scorching sun, and this umbrella that came just in time was truly well-named. The road was moistened by the raindrops, and the wind carried the scent of the earth.

A robust vehicle was speeding down the road.

In front of the driver's seat, a scorpion with disheveled long hair knelt, her head moving frantically. Even though her tongue was numb, she still vented the burning heat within her body wildly. If she could, she would have crawled onto the man in front of her, but she was held down by a powerful force, leaving her no choice but to kneel and vent her desire.

She yearned to be filled.

The cigarette in the hero's mouth trembled as it slowly burned out. Eventually, he couldn't help but howl: "Oh, damn, that's so good, oh..."

Suddenly, the hero sensed a change in the scorpion's aura and couldn't help but look over. The lust in her eyes was gradually fading, clearly indicating that she was regaining consciousness.

Regaining consciousness was fine, but she couldn't regain her strength. Just as the scorpion was about to regain her senses, a drum-like heartbeat echoed from the hero's heart. His soul emblem activated, and countless tendrils shot out from the gourd heart, piercing into the scorpion's nervous system.

The scorpion felt as if she was pierced by a thousand needles, the pain almost making her faint. The lust in her eyes finally cleared. The scenes that had just unfolded were like a knife cutting through her, almost causing her blood to run awry. She wanted to scream out her boundless hatred and pain.

She had never hated anyone as much as she did at this moment. Even if she killed him a thousand times, it wouldn't satisfy her. Even if she ate his flesh and drank his blood, it would only make her hate and hurt more.

The scorpion couldn't muster any strength; her body was already filled with the tendrils of the gourd. But this pain was nothing compared to what she felt. The hero, sensing her gaze, leaned in and said, "Do you want to kill me?"

In the midst of her extreme hatred and pain, the scorpion became unusually calm. She said coldly, "You deserve to die, but I won't let you die so easily."

The hero's claw gripped the scorpion's chin, and he grinned, "Hey, you have the right to hate me, but not to kill me, because you can't. And you all treated me as cannon fodder. Why shouldn't I take some interest from you?"

The hero controlled his emotions, not revealing that he already knew the old bandit hadn't been saved by the Dragon Emperor. He also restrained himself from yelling at the scorpion about fairness, as his former loyalty had been treated like waste. He could only say that he lacked the power to resist back then and had to submit to survive.

The scorpion laughed coldly, "That's because your life is cheap. You were always cannon fodder, and cannon fodder should have the awareness of being cannon fodder."

Hearing the word "awareness," the hero laughed, stretched out his foot, and pressed the scorpion's face against the steering wheel, saying, "I have already become aware, but you haven't. So I will make you clearly aware of the taste of being bullied and unable to resist."

The speed of the vehicle and the roar of the engine gave the hero a sense of pleasure, making him feel that even if he had three thousand women, he wouldn't trade this moment.

The more truths he knew, the more he hated. So the word "fairness" was shattered under his foot.

The scorpion's face was deformed by the pressure, but she felt no pain or anger, for she was already in extreme pain and hatred, needing no further expression.

Looking at the scorpion's eyes, the hero said appreciatively, "Do you think my life is so cheap that I don't deserve to wag my tail for you? Wrong, I don't deserve to wag my tail for the Dragon Emperor, and neither do you. If I tell the Dragon Emperor what just happened, I will show him how enchanting your cherry lips look when they open in desire. Then, even if you wag your tail, he will only hate you more. Because you have already knelt before me, begging for his favor. If the Dragon Emperor sees that I have enjoyed what he hasn't, what do you think his expression will be?"

The hero's words were so naked and bone-chilling.

If it could benefit her father, the scorpion would be willing to do it. In the world, everything was so naked. Survival didn't give you the chance to show your inner depth; it required direct and brutal action.

The scorpion was caught in the hero's words. No matter how cold and ruthless she appeared, she was still a girl who had grown up under her father's protection. No matter how worldly she pretended to be, she was just standing on the heads of cannon fodder, acting old and experienced. No matter how indifferent she seemed to life, she still had a human weakness: the fear of becoming even more lowly than those she once considered beneath her.

Finally, the scorpion said shakily, "You can't reveal this. You will ruin me and my father."

The hero finally waited for the scorpion to beg. He flicked the cigarette butt that had burned out and blew smoke in her face, saying, "I can, but I have a cultivation method that doesn't release essence. I need strength, and your yin essence is very strong. If you are willing to offer yourself and cooperate with me in this cultivation, I will swear an oath and curse, and today will be as if I never saw you."

The scorpion glared at the hero with hatred, "Fine, you swear the oath first."

Would the oath and curse be effective on the hero? It was like farting! The hero took out an oath and curse scroll from the scorpion's storage ring and swore the oath.

After the oath and curse took effect, the scroll turned to ashes.

The hero swore the oath, and under his greedy gaze, the scorpion took off her clothes.

In the Natural Creation Heart Sutra, there was a somewhat domineering auxiliary cultivation method: Nine Dragons Absorbing Yin.

Nine Dragons Absorbing Yin could retain essence without releasing it, resulting in the woman losing a large amount of yin essence without receiving yang essence in return. This method did not require physical intercourse, only the close contact of bodies and the merging of souls.

But the hero, adhering to the principle that waste is shameful, took advantage of the close contact to touch her. If there was tofu to eat, why not eat it?

As the cultivation method operated, the tendrils penetrated the scorpion's body, and the two souls intertwined.

Then, pure yang energy flowed from the soul emblem through the tendrils into the scorpion's body.

In the scorpion's dantian, there was a cluster of gas as white as jade, emitting a maiden's fragrance. This was the yin essence! This cluster of yin essence was so strong that it was almost liquid, showing how extraordinary the scorpion's talent was.

The stronger a woman's talent, the more abundant her yin essence.

When the tendrils penetrated the yin essence, the pure yang energy immediately attracted it. The pure yang energy was like a perverted goldfish uncle, constantly luring the little sister to come and see the goldfish.

As the yin essence actively entered the tendrils, it was slowly guided to the gourd heart by the hero.

The yin essence, being "yin" first, was a先天真元 (先天真元 means "innate true essence") that women were born with.

The second level of the Natural Creation Heart Sutra, "Harmonizing Qi to Form Essence," transformed true essence. The innate true essence was invaluable to the hero. A little innate true essence could be transformed into a vast amount of pure yang energy.

After the yin essence entered the gourd heart, the foundation-building breathing method also began to operate.