Wandering Swordsman |

The Crimson Lotus Demon smiled slightly, a glint of cunning in her eyes. She said gently, "My name is Wei Honglian."

As she spoke, Wei Honglian moved closer to Situ Changkong, finally stopping when they were face-to-face and inches apart. She gently and coquettishly wrapped her arms around his neck, saying, "Brother Changkong, I've already told you my name, don't you still believe me?"

During this intimate contact, the Crimson Lotus Demon secretly applied a hallucinogenic drug, unlike anything ever seen in the Central Plains, to Situ Changkong's neck. Her movements were gentle and swift, almost imperceptible.

Originally, Situ Changkong was extremely disgusted by the way this woman of unknown origin touched him, but the words "Brother Changkong" made him involuntarily think of Situ Meng, and he was stunned for a moment.

In that instant, Situ Changkong felt a slight stinging pain from his neck, followed by a feeling of weakness that quickly spread.

His vision began to blur, and everything in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a thin veil, becoming hazy and indistinct.

The appearance of the Crimson Lotus Demon gradually transformed into that of Situ Meng, which made him even more confused and powerless.

"No, that's not right..." Situ Changkong murmured, trying to dispel the illusions before him. He shook his head violently, trying to stay awake, but the drug had already begun to take effect, causing his consciousness to gradually blur.

"What exactly did you do to me?" Situ Changkong's voice carried a hint of anger and vigilance. His hand unconsciously gripped the hilt of his sword, attempting to draw his weapon in resistance. However, his movements were sluggish and powerless, as if he were stuck in quagmire.

The Crimson Lotus Demon chuckled softly, a smug glint in her eyes: "Brother Changkong, stop struggling, I'm your Dream Sister."

Situ Changkong gritted his teeth, trying to concentrate on resisting the effects of the medicine. The image of Situ Meng kept flashing through his mind, as if she were calling to him, giving him strength. However, each struggle was like floundering in water; the harder he tried, the deeper he sank into the predicament.

"Meng'er...no...I don't believe it..." Situ Changkong whispered, trying to awaken his will with this name.

"Brother Changkong, open your eyes and look carefully. I am Situ Meng." The Red Lotus Demon said softly, her tone carrying a hint of seduction.

Situ Changkong shook his head, trying to shake off the illusion before him. His fingers gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, trying his best to draw the weapon, but his arm seemed to be bound by an invisible force, unable to move. Each breath became heavier, and the scene before him became increasingly blurry.

"No...you are not her," Situ Changkong's voice grew weaker and weaker, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes. He knew he could no longer resist the powerful drug's effects, and his body was gradually losing control.

Seeing this, the Crimson Lotus Demon's lips curled into a wicked smile. She gently patted Situ Changkong's cheek, increasing the dosage of the hallucinogenic drug. In an instant, Situ Changkong felt a strong wave of dizziness wash over him, as if he were in a state of chaos, unable to remain conscious.

Situ Changkong's eyes gradually lost focus, and his body slumped limply into the arms of the Crimson Lotus Demon. Although he tried to struggle at the last moment, the effects of the drug rendered him completely powerless to resist. The Crimson Lotus Demon gently held him, a satisfied smile appearing on her lips.

......

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window, casting bright rays that illuminated the awkward and disheveled scene. Situ Changkong slowly awoke from his slumber to find himself lying on a bed in an inn. His clothes were disheveled, and beside him lay a naked woman—the Red Lotus Demon.

Situ Changkong was immediately overwhelmed with anger and regret.

He never imagined he would fall into such a trap, let alone lose his virginity to this woman when he was completely unprepared.

The scenes from last night kept replaying in his mind, each one like a sharp dagger, deeply piercing his pride and reason.

"Damn it!" Situ Changkong cursed under his breath, his anger almost consuming him. He sat up abruptly, his eyes filled with murderous intent, his fingers gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, as if ready to draw it at any moment.

However, when he saw the Crimson Lotus Demon still fast asleep beside him, a complex emotion welled up inside him.

He knew that killing her now would not only fail to wash away his shame, but would also make things more complicated.

Situ Changkong took a deep breath, trying to calm his turmoil. He knew that the most important thing now was to stay calm and find a way to resolve the current predicament.

So he got out of bed, stood up, straightened his clothes, walked to the window, turned his back to the Red Lotus Demon, and tried to clear his mind.

He closed his eyes, trying to clear the chaotic thoughts from his mind. He knew that acting impulsively would only drag him deeper into the mire. Despite his anger and regret, he understood that only by remaining calm could he find a way out.

Just as Situ Changkong was deep in thought, he did not notice that the Red Lotus Demon on the bed, who had been lying with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes and a playful smile appeared on her face.

She quietly observed Situ Changkong's every move, secretly pleased with herself. She knew her plan was already showing initial success; all she had to do next was guide Situ Changkong step by step into the trap she had already laid.

Situ Changkong stood by the window, looking at the bustling street outside, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

The morning sunlight slanted through the wooden lattice window, casting his long, lonely shadow on the ground. Pedestrians came and went on the street, their cries of vendors, children's laughter, and the sound of horses' hooves clattering on the bluestone slabs blending together, as if it were a world unrelated to him.

He recalled his former ideals and ambitions—to become the master of Jingtian Pavilion and protect the righteous path of the Central Plains; to marry Situ Meng and together they would roam the martial world, their fame spreading far and wide. But now, everything had been shattered by Shen Mo's appearance. He was expelled from the Martial Alliance and became a sinner who "betrayed his sect" in the eyes of the martial world; his former glory was like a candle flickering in the wind, easily extinguished.

"Shen Mo, we'll see!" he muttered to himself, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible, yet it carried a resolute strength. "No matter the cost, I will take back everything that belongs to me."

A sparrow flitted across the eaves outside the window, its flapping wings startling him from his momentary reverie. He clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm, as if trying to awaken his last shred of reason.

Just then, a slight turning sound came from behind. The Crimson Lotus Demon shifted slightly, still with her back to him.

In Situ Changkong's blind spot, her eyelids twitched slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips—she knew that Situ Changkong was currently in a low emotional state and most vulnerable to manipulation. Therefore, she decided to maintain this facade and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Situ Changkong slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the Crimson Lotus Demoness. Bathed in the morning light, her skin was as white as jade, her black hair flowing freely, like a budding night lotus. However, this seemingly delicate appearance concealed a deadly thorn.