While Ji Mo was not paying attention, Nie Qian stealthily dropped some white powder into the teapot.
Fearing detection by Ji Mo, she didn't use a potent poison but rather a colorless and odorless sleeping agent.
"Young Master, please have some tea."
Nie Qian poured a cup of tea and handed it to Ji Mo.
"Thank you, Granny."
Ji Mo suspected nothing and drank it down in one gulp, even smacking his lips and praising its taste.
Nie Qian watched Ji Mo with a smile, waiting for him to collapse.
However, Ji Mo remained completely unaffected.
Nie Qian poured another cup.
After Ji Mo finished it, he was still fine.
She poured a third cup, and the result was the same.
Nie Qian began to panic.
What was going on? Had the drug failed?
At this moment, Ji Mo also poured himself a cup of tea and offered it to her, sighing, "Granny, I didn't realize you were outwardly cold but inwardly warm. I misunderstood you. I'll toast you."
Initially, Ji Mo had a poor impression of Nie Qian due to the sneak attack.
But to his surprise, she had arranged accommodation and poured tea for him, which moved him greatly.
Outwardly cold but inwardly warm?
What nonsense was this?
Nie Qian looked utterly bewildered. She took the tea and took a sip.
She wanted to confirm if the sleeping agent had indeed failed.
As the tea touched her throat, she panicked. A wave of dizziness washed over her as the drug took effect.
Nie Qian had no idea why Ji Mo was unaffected, but her heart was already in turmoil.
It was over. Even the most cunning fox would eventually meet its match; she had fallen.
"You... shameless..."
Her face was filled with terror.
After falling unconscious, wouldn't she be at his mercy? Her three thousand years of chastity were about to be ruined.
"Granny, what's wrong?"
Ji Mo looked at the unconscious Nie Qian and rushed forward to check on her.
Upon discovering that she was merely asleep and unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He carried Nie Qian to the bed and, looking at her graceful back, couldn't help but swallow. He felt a tickle in his heart.
"I can't hold back anymore. Let's do it."
Ultimately, emotion triumphed over reason, and Ji Mo reached out his sinful hand.
...
The next day, Nie Qian slowly opened her eyes, stretching lazily.
She felt as though she had a beautiful dream last night, a very comfortable and unforgettable experience.
When she realized her surroundings, she let out a sharp scream.
That's right, after falling unconscious last night, she must have been violated by that Ji Mo.
She felt like crying but had no tears. Then, to her surprise, she discovered that she was still a virgin, her purity intact.
Facing a beautiful woman at his mercy, what man in the world could resist? Was Ji Mo a saint?
She didn't believe it and carefully examined her body.
Then, another, even sharper scream erupted.
"You... pervert... I will kill you!"
Nie Qian gritted her teeth, her fists clenched so tightly they creaked, her anger reaching a boiling point.
That damned Ji Mo wasn't even human. He had actually left embarrassing marks on her back.
Looking at the neat, purplish-black circular bruises on her back, Nie Qian wished she could flay Ji Mo alive.
At that moment, she would rather he be a lecher than a psychologically twisted demon. Who knew what she had endured while unconscious.
Nie Qian put on her clothes and prepared to confront Ji Mo, even if it meant mutual destruction, she had to kill that devil.
She stepped out of the room and felt the surge of spiritual energy flowing within her. Instantly, she froze.
"This majestic spiritual energy... I've become a Demon Saint!"
Her body was enveloped in a sky-piercing demonic aura, and a domain spread out, covering the surroundings.
Controlling the power of a domain was the mark of sainthood.
Clearly, she had indeed reached the Demon Saint realm!
She had become a saint just by sleeping?
Who could believe it!
Coming to the pond, Nie Qian was once again profoundly shocked.
The lotus in the pond was emitting a radiant glow, its entire being suffused with chaotic energy. It had transformed into the legendary Innate Spiritual Root.
The Chaotic Green Lotus!
"Qing Lian, how did you become like this? Has ten thousand years passed?"
Nie Qian felt as though everything was a dream. Had she slept for ten thousand years in one go!
"Granny, are you silly? It's only been one night. I told you, my Ji Mo brother, he's not human. He's... a god!"
Qing Lian's tone was filled with deep resentment. If Nie Qian hadn't confined her to the pond, she would have eloped with Ji Mo long ago.
"Ah, you mean our transformations are all thanks to that human!"
Nie Qian's mind went blank!
Then, she eagerly questioned Qing Lian, wanting to understand the entire process.
Meanwhile, Ji Mo was strolling through the forest, a lingering, silly smile on his face.
"Tsk tsk, Granny's back was really something. Cupping therapy felt so good. If only I had better tools, some scraping would have been even more satisfying."
Ji Mo sighed softly, feeling a sense of heroic talent going to waste.
It was so difficult to find someone suitable to practice skills like scraping and cupping.
He headed north, deeper into the Tongtian Mountain Range.
He recalled that the tea tree was on the highest peak to the north, and it would likely take another two or three days to reach it.
To enjoy a good cup of tea, the journey was truly arduous.
What troubled him was that he hadn't encountered any wild game along the way. Even if he spotted one or two from afar, they ran as if they had seen a ghost.
"Big cat, you are the king of the forest, why are you running?"
"And you, three-legged toad, what are you doing? Look at you, as if I would eat you."
Ji Mo helplessly complained to the fleeing tiger and golden toad.
At this moment, he was unaware that his fearsome reputation had completely spread throughout the Tongtian Mountain Range.
After walking for a while longer.
A blood-covered figure lay by the roadside.
Indeed, there was no good end for sycophants.
Ji Mo walked up and asked softly, "Brother, are you alright?"
The person before him was Wang Wanjian, whom he had met before.
He never imagined that fate could be so strange; Wang Wanjian, on the brink of death, had encountered Ji Mo again.
Wang Wanjian was even more severely injured this time, his breath faint, clinging to his last gasp.
He heard a voice calling to him and slowly lifted his eyelids.
"Mr... Mr. Ji!"
Tears welled up in Wang Wanjian's eyes. He never thought he would see his benefactor again before his death.
Unfortunately, he feared he would have no chance to repay his kindness in this life.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Ji Mo patted his shoulder, telling him to relax.
As long as he hadn't breathed his last, he was confident he could save him!
"Run... Mr. Ji, run quickly, there's a demon..."
Wang Wanjian used his last ounce of strength to urge Ji Mo to flee, as a demon king was nearby.
If that demon king discovered him, it would likely harm Mr. Ji.
Ji Mo frowned. Without a word, he immediately abandoned Wang Wanjian and ducked behind a large tree.
Roar...
A gust of foul wind swept over him, and a massive black bear spirit roared as it charged out of the dense forest, lunging towards Wang Wanjian.
Wang Wanjian showed a bitter smile and resignedly closed his eyes.
Just as he was about to be crushed by the bear's claws, a cold glint suddenly flashed.