Reverend Ecstasy

Xinzi's third eye opened, divine light flashed by the manuscript, scanning its content. In Yuemi's handwriting, two sets of oddly similar mnemonics lay there. The first depicted a cultivation method that Xinzi had heard of, but never seen. The second seemed like a slight alteration that perverted that cultivation method's core principles.

Ignoring the manuscript, Xinzi shifted his attention back to Yuemi. She too observed him with scrutiny—so much so that he could only see his reflection in her wide-open eyes.

"Where did you learn all these crude mortal habits from? The clan elders wouldn't approve."

"The mortal world, of course. Beautiful place, full of whores, manwhores, and all kinds of obscenities. Truth be told, I too think that the Hengye clan has not kept up with important trends. Take the Taiyang clan, for example. Thanks to their Divine Ancestor, the cunt-chasing Yanglong, they've long learned to value carnal bliss. It's important for mental balance. When I killed and masqueraded as the Taiyang clan's crown princess, Taiyang Yuan, that fancy idiot, taught me his clan's number one dual cultivation method—by default, the Great Desolation world's number one orthodox dual cultivation method: the Blissful Extinction Art. The fancy fool hoped that, on the day of his coronation, we'd 'practice' it together so my cultivation base would rise as fast as his. It's the only method I know that enables the partners to ignore all cultivation gaps. So, I made slight adjustments and turned it into a harvesting method." As the words rolled off Yuemi's tongue, her tone grew crueler.

"A pity that my worried old man saw through my plot and sent Hengye Wuxin to stop it. I still believe that I would have succeeded. Taiyang Yuan is so stupid. But then again, he is a God." Here, Yuemi stopped, and again tugged on Xinzi's collar.

"Which one of them do you want? The Taiyang clan's Blissful Extinction Art, or my Blissful Extinction Harvest? I've had several guinea pigs experiment with both, and can guarantee that they will make your Yang Qi supreme, and at the same time, turn you into a pillar of bliss that will ravage your partner's senses.

But where the original benefits all partners equally and contains no danger, my method robs the partner's cultivation, and if they prove to be too weak, can destroy their mind—or worse—kill them with torturous pleasure. Mhm…thrilling prospects." While Xinzi's eyes shifted back to the manuscript, Yuemi's knee pushed against his crotch, testing the curvature of his meat as if trying to see if the stainless heart didn't impact the nerves.

"Maybe we should start with the Xinzi-body first. Yeah, I'm already crossing many jurisdictions here. Your Zhen-body is so appealing though, especially with that limitless Blood Energy. I can't resist it." True to her words, Yuemi pushed towards Xinzi's lips, kissing him through her mourning veil. At first, he didn't avoid it. But emboldened, the Lord-Regent set her veil aside, trying to take Xinzi's lips into hers. Xinzi raised his index, making Yuemi kiss it instead, before pushing her back and grabbing her head in his large hands.

"I've seen my fair share of whores, but you, Lord-Regent, outshine them all. Clearly, you missed your calling. But like you said, my Zhen-body is too precious to test this type of technique with. That said, I can't resist you either, and blame myself for it. So, I will have to give you a preview, just a little taste, to make you hold on for the main course," Xinzi said, and with his hands tightened around Yuemi's soft cheeks, pulled the Lord-Regent towards his chest.

Though tall by mortal woman standards, Yuemi looked tiny in Xinzi's embrace. Her legs trembled, and as her tongue sought his, the Divine Form leaped out of the mortal shells, becoming coiling waves of darkness that intertwined in a unique form of Soul Melding.

In that state, Xinzi had access to all of Yuemi's thoughts, emotions and desires. But the Lord-Regent soon realized that Xinzi didn't give her full access, only enabling her to see what he wanted her to. In frustration, she chased the hidden thoughts and shackled needs—losing notion of time. The chase went on, with the mortal bodies' lips meshing all the way. Still, each time that Yuemi got close to what Xinzi hid, he'd open a little before denying her access once more.

"Zhen'er, you d…" Frustration piled up fast, but before Yuemi could rage at Xinzi's behavior, the smooching stopped, and the Soul Melding came to an abrupt end. By the time that Yuemi had regained her senses, Xinzi's Divine Soul had vanished from the scene—leaving Yuemi, her manuscript, and the Zhen-body hanging there.

Yuemi's face twisted into a frown. Countless possibilities flashed through her mind, and she checked her storage ring. Said ring had not left her finger, but one probe of Yuemi's Spiritual Sense enabled to see that:

"Official paper…ink and…oh Lords in Heaven. The Face-Erasing Whip and Lord-Regent Seal are…gone?"

Indeed. How could she be so careless? Gods all had a preternatural mastery of spatial laws. Xinzi might not have crossed the Divine Consecration Ladder, but possessed all of the average true deity's abilities. With his Zhen-body to rely on, he could unleash them at will, making stealing the content of someone's storage ring—even Yuemi's—child's play.

"What…is he trying to do?" Again, waves of conjectures raced through Yuemi's mind, her Spiritual Sense spread out, tracking Xinzi's Divine Soul—it'd long returned to the Xinzi-body. Confused, Yuemi vanished, unaware that carefully selected images of what occurred in this room now fluctuated before several elders: showcasing an overbearing regent openly molesting the Sovereign of the Night.

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As the great elder seethed from Yuemi's recent actions, Xinzi's Divine Soul returned to the Xinzi-body. And at last, our monk's eyes flashed with life. Alas…

"UGH!" The maids had cleansed some of the Face-Erasing Whip's damages, but much more remained. As soon as Xinzi returned, the pain assaulted him like a stampede of frenzied horses. Having expected this, he bit his lips to blood, restraining the screams of agony.

At that time, both the great elder and maids released their cultivation bases, suppressing Xinzi's torments.

"Greatest One!" Faced with his lord's sufferings, the great elder couldn't consider Yuemi's insolence and rushed to Xinzi's side—or at least he was about to. Xinzi, however, denied him with a wave of his hand.

Face-Erasing Whip and Lord-Regent Seal appeared subsequently, standing at the left and right of a parchment written in Yuemi's personal ink and handwriting.

"The…the Lord-Regent has…has…orders. Receive…t-the…decree." Fighting through the pain, Xinzi said, forcing the great elder to spin towards Yuemi's Decree.. But what he saw on the piece of paper made his jaw drop, and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets.