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A group of four, led by Zhao Yang, ascended the steps, surrounded by chaotic winds. Occasionally, massive boulders tumbled down, and the intermittent presence of Fire Crows disturbed the air. In Zhao Yang's Divine Sense, he perceived that countless individuals had begun their ascent on the Sky Ladder from all directions of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain. In some areas, battles had already erupted, with the occasional elongated scream echoing through the air—likely from someone who had fallen from the Sky Ladder.
As they climbed higher, Heavenly Mechanism Mountain grew narrower. Powerful Loose Cultivators and elders from smaller sects at the Divine Transformation Stage would soon cross paths.
Three miles away, a young man standing with his sword had slain everyone around him. He leaped onto a small floating island beside the Sky Ladder and retrieved an oval-shaped Ancient Treasure before jumping back onto the ladder. Sensing Zhao Yang's gaze from afar, the young man looked up as well, a wicked smile creeping across his face.
"It seems there are indeed true experts among the Loose Cultivators and some smaller sects in the cultivation world," Nangong Wuxin remarked as he observed the situation from dozens of miles away, realizing that the sword-wielding youth would be a formidable opponent.
Meanwhile, a woman in red and a Blue-Clad Man wielding cymbals had also dispatched everyone nearby. They soared upwards and entered a seemingly shallow cave at the edge of a cliff. Moments later, they emerged holding a deep blue Ancient Treasure that radiated a strong light; it was impossible to discern what it truly was from a distance.
The Blue-Clad Youth kissed the Red-Clad Woman on the cheek and burst into laughter, appearing quite pleased as he spoke animatedly. The Red-Clad Woman nestled against him shyly, looking like a delicate bird.
Zhao Yang's group couldn't help but pause, grinning foolishly as they watched the unfolding scene between the two in this desolate wilderness—an ideal setting for what was about to happen.
Nangong Wuxin regained his composure and nudged Zhao Yang. "Hey Zhao Yang, that book 'Gentleman' you gave me three years ago is worn out. Can you get me another one? Where did you even buy it? I’ve traveled for a year with my scholar friend and haven’t seen anyone selling it."
"That was my exclusive treasure; I spent quite a bit of silver on it. What’s wrong? Have you come of age yet?" Zhao Yang teased. For someone who had been to university, even if he didn't watch such things directly, hearing his roommates play certain sounds over time made him accustomed to them.
"I'm not of age yet—still a few months to go—but I’m still a virgin!" Nangong Wuxin boasted, having picked up that term from somewhere.
Song Baliang had never encountered such topics nor discussed them with anyone. Confused, he gazed at the couple embracing and kissing in the distance and muttered to himself, "What are they doing? Are they fighting? Absorbing each other's power? I think that guy might be in trouble!"
Nangong Wuxin had never witnessed such live demonstrations before. As he watched the couple reach a critical moment filled with infinite allure, he swallowed hard, lost in thought as his face turned crimson while feeling somewhat embarrassed and bending slightly backward.
Zhao Yang was at a loss for words; he didn't know what to say to his friends who had never received any education on such matters.
As the man and woman began to undress at the cave entrance, preparing to engage in intimate acts, suddenly the man, who had already removed half of his shirt, froze. He pointed at the woman, speaking frantically, and started to back away.
"What’s going on? Why did he stop?" Scholar Xiu exclaimed in frustration, just as the moment was reaching its peak.
"Exactly!" Nangong Wuxin echoed, equally annoyed.
They both wished they could be that man, rushing over to tackle the woman and continue the scene playing out in their minds. However, the man remained motionless, which was becoming increasingly exasperating.
"If I were that guy..." Nangong Wuxin muttered, feeling a sense of regret, but they were all on Sky Ladder and couldn't get any closer.
Before he could finish his thought, his eyes widened in shock as he watched the man fall.
"This..."
"See? I told you! That guy is dead!" Song Baliang shouted excitedly. He elaborated animatedly, "When two cultivators are engaged in a True Qi duel, it's best to keep a distance. If they make physical contact and suddenly separate, it can lead to bodily collapse. With them locked in such close proximity—mouth to mouth and fully undressed—if their True Qi connection breaks, it will definitely result in mutual destruction unless one of them has an exceptionally high cultivation level and an immense amount of True Qi..."
Now it was Zhao Yang, Nangong Wuxin, and Scholar Xiu's turn to look at Song Baliang as if he were an idiot.
"What would you do if you were that guy?" Zhao Yang teased Nangong Wuxin.
Nangong Wuxin's expression turned awkward. "Forget it; this is really disappointing."
In the distance, the woman finished dressing and wore a triumphant smile as two brilliant blue Ancient Treasures appeared in her hands.
"What kind of treasure could cause them to fight like this, even to the point of turning against each other?" Scholar Xiu pondered aloud.
Zhao Yang was also somewhat curious, but the Spirit Pearl on his chest did not indicate that there was anything valuable nearby. He guessed that it was at most a high-quality magical artifact or something akin to a Low-Level Dao Artifact. These items were not in short supply for him, but they were incredibly precious for an Ordinary Cultivator.
The group detested such acts of mutual slaughter and treasure theft, but considering the treachery of the Cultivation world, they quickly came to terms with the situation despite seeing it for the first time. They looked toward the Sky Ladder, which still had a considerable distance to cover, and prepared to continue their journey.
Suddenly, a scream echoed from afar.
They saw a Red-Clad Woman holding two Ancient Treasures let out a cry as she was dragged into a cave by some enormous creature.
Zhao Yang watched clearly, and his hair stood on end in horror, for the creature that had taken the woman was a gigantic, multicolored Mountain Python, its body covered in dense patterns and slime, looking exceedingly grotesque.
“Better not provoke me; otherwise, I’ll tear you into eight pieces even if I have to uproot the entire Heavenly Mechanism Mountain,” Zhao Yang muttered. He had been afraid of snakes since childhood—not allergic, but simply disgusted—something that could only be described as a form of racial bias.
“Amitabha, it seems I misjudged that Benefactor,” Song Baliang said while reciting a Buddhist chant.
“How so?” Scholar Xiu asked, and both Zhao Yang and Nangong Wuxin became interested in Song Baliang's words.
“There’s a giant python in the cave. That Benefactor must have wanted to save the Male Benefactor, so she pushed him out of the cave to face the python herself. However, due to her excessive strength, she accidentally pushed the Male Benefactor off the cliff. Thus, it was an accidental killing. Buddhism teaches that ignorance is no sin; this Benefactor sacrificed herself to save another and is truly a role model for us…”
Zhao Yang and his three companions continued to ascend the steps. After about an hour of walking, they suddenly spotted a Pavilion not far from the Sky Ladder. A narrow chasm separated them from it, and inside the Pavilion lay an extraordinarily alluring woman who was gasping softly.
The four stared at this scene with wide eyes, especially Nangong Wuxin. Despite his youthful appearance, he had been educated by Gentleman over the past three years and had long yearned for such experiences. Seeing something so provocative made his nose bleed instantly.
This scene was undoubtedly more intense than what they had just witnessed with the couple earlier. The distance between them and that couple had been too great; moreover, the man was not someone he could claim as his own. It left him feeling restless and unsatisfied. But now it was different; this stunning beauty was right before them, dressed very revealingly. Every part that should be exposed was indeed visible, especially with her draped in a thin veil that allowed glimpses of her figure. What made it even harder to bear was her breathy gasps as she caressed herself as if under some aphrodisiac spell.
Soon, Scholar Xiu’s nosebleeds also spurted out. Enchanting Woman held a sparkling Night Pearl in her hand, wiped it from her white and tender face, then crossed the Night Pearl across her jade neck, holding the huge Night Pearl in her long and soft hands slowly Scroll down and Night Pearl rolls into her breasts. Those breasts were as white and tender as jade, as if a drop of fresh and delicious milk could be squeezed out with just a gentle press. Enchanting Woman snorted, as if she was a little hot. She gently pulled off the pink fig leaf covering the jade peak. The four people watching couldn't help but stand on tiptoes and look inward at the same time, wanting to see more clearly. . Then, the woman gently pressed Night Pearl between her breasts. This scene made Song Baliang who didn't understand the relationship between men and women couldn't help but swallow, scratched his legs, and his expression was a little soft. And Zhao Yang's saliva has turned into a waterfall. Enchanting Woman stuck out her tongue and slowly licked her lips, and the charming juice immediately shone on her lips. The woman continued to press her hand down, Night Pearl highlighted her enchanting figure under his black gauze, and NightPearl shines out her jade peak, looking so want people to reach out. And Enchanting Woman's movements haven't stopped yet. The Night Pearl rolled down her chest and onto her as white as jade, slightly baby-fat belly. The jade fingers traced it, delicate and fragrant, making people feel a little bit. Rubbing his hands, he also wanted to touch them. Night Pearl stopped at the woman's abdomen, and the woman's hand lifted up the black gauze and followed the gazes of the four people. The woman gasped and hummed, raised her feet, clamped her flawless legs together, and put her other hand into her mouth, her voice trembling slightly.
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