Wandering Swordsman |

To prevent his unfamiliar appearance from frightening Situ Meng, Shen Mo immediately removed the disguise and took off the black veil, revealing his true face.

After revealing his face, he saw a hint of surprise in Situ Meng's eyes, which left him momentarily at a loss for what to do.

He immediately closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, there was no hesitation in his eyes.

"Release her pressure points first," he murmured to himself, "Let her choose for herself."

With a light touch of her fingertips, she released the pressure points one by one. Situ Meng's body trembled, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly moved her fingers.

The moonlight shone down, illuminating her eyes, which were as clear as autumn water.

She looked at Shen Mo and immediately sensed something amiss within her body—a burning desire rose from her dantian, entwining her mind like vines, gradually consuming her reason.

She bit her lip, her face growing increasingly flushed, her breathing rapid, and her hands unconsciously gripping her clothes as if trying to suppress the flames that were about to spiral out of control.

"I..." Her voice trembled slightly, filled with shyness and determination. She slowly raised her eyes and looked directly at Shen Mo.

In that instant, her gaze burned like starlight.

"Young Master Shen..." she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse, yet each word clear, "I... the poison within me has ignited, and perhaps in a moment, I will lose my senses..."

She paused, her cheeks flushed red, but she still forced herself to look at him, tears glistening in her eyes.

"If...if it must be this way...I...I am willing to entrust myself...to you."

Her voice trailed off, almost a whisper: "Afterwards... you won't have to take responsibility. I... will keep this a secret... for the rest of my life."

Shen Mo's heart trembled violently.

He gazed into her tender, shy eyes and assumed it was the result of poison, a hallucination caused by the "You Tan Yin" drug bewitching his mind.

Unbeknownst to him, she already knew the answer in her heart—if she had to prove her innocence, she would rather be Shen Mo. But if it were anyone else… she would rather die.

But Shen Mo didn't know. Because of the Black Wind Gang incident back then, he was the one who saved her, and from that moment on, she kept Shen Mo in her heart.

Shen Mo felt as if his heart was being torn apart and his throat was tight.

The current special circumstances are causing him great inner turmoil. He cannot betray Murong Qing, but he also cannot abandon Situ Meng.

After struggling internally for a moment, he slowly adjusted his breathing, forcibly suppressing his chaotic thoughts, as if locking a wild horse in a cage.

"No." He shook his head, his voice firm. "I still have a way, I can give it a try."

He slowly sat cross-legged, his back to the moonlight, casting his shadow over her: "I have a special aura within me that might suppress the evil poison. Let's try meditating and circulating our energy first. If that fails... then... then we'll resort to that last resort."

He dared not mention the words "Heavenly Demon Aura," and instead referred to it as "Special Aura."

He feared she would resist, and even more so, he feared that once she learned the truth, the trust in her eyes would turn into hatred for the members of the evil cult.

So he kept it a secret.

Situ Meng was slightly taken aback, then nodded gently and sat cross-legged as instructed. Her back trembled slightly, and she placed her hands on her knees, trying her best to concentrate and suppress the surging desire within her.

Shen Mo took a deep breath and slowly placed his palms on the "Mingmen" and "Lingtai" acupoints on her back.

In an instant—

The demonic energy surged like an undercurrent, seeping into her meridians from his palm.

The aura was icy cold yet intensely fiery, like a black flame creeping into her body. As soon as it entered her body, it clashed fiercely with the poisonous fire of "You Tan Yin"! Her meridians felt as if they were being pierced by a thousand needles. Situ Meng groaned, her body trembled violently, and cold sweat instantly soaked through her clothes.

Shen Mo frowned, focusing all his efforts on guiding the demonic energy through her eight extraordinary meridians to annihilate the poisonous fire one by one.

The demonic energy coiled like a black dragon, and wherever it passed, the poisonous flames dissipated and the fire poison stagnated.

But at this very moment—

"Youtan Yin" is the most potent poison in Japan. It is made from nine kinds of hallucinogenic poisons. It has set up a "poison trap" deep in her heart meridian. Once the external force suppresses it too much, it will backfire and erupt!

boom!

A burst of intense poisonous fire shot up from her dantian and clashed violently with the demonic energy!

In an instant, the demonic energy within Shen Mo's body went out of control, erupting like a volcano and surging wildly through his meridians!

"Oh no!" He felt a chill run down his spine, but it was too late to stop.

A soft "hiss" was heard, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Situ Meng's outer robe, inner robe, and undergarment were instantly burned to ashes by the demonic energy!

The fabric turned to ashes and scattered in the wind, revealing a jade-like body, smooth and lustrous under the moonlight, with exquisite curves and skin as white as snow.

Shen Mo's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly closed his eyes, but his palm remained pressed against her back, not daring to leave her side for even a moment.

His breath hitched, his heart pounded like thunder, and his ears rang as if the world was spinning.

"I...I..." His voice trembled, and he could barely speak.

Situ Meng, completely naked, felt a chill run down her spine as the cold wind brushed against her skin.

She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, her cheeks flushed like the sunset, but she neither screamed nor struggled.

She simply closed her eyes gently and whispered like the wind, "Young Master Shen... don't stop... I... believe you."

That one sentence, "I believe you," struck Shen Mo like a thunderbolt, shattering the struggle and shame in his heart.

He gritted his teeth, suppressed his mind, and re-condensed the Heavenly Demon Qi. Instead of suppressing it, he guided it with gentle force, like spring water melting ice, slowly integrating the poisonous fire into the demonic energy and then gradually leading it out of his body.

Under the moonlight, the two stood back to back, their breaths mingling. One was black, the other white; one was evil, the other pure. They achieved a strange balance on the edge of life and death.

Shen Mo's palm was still pressed against Situ Meng's back, his demonic energy surging like an undercurrent, fiercely battling the poisonous fire of "You Tan Yin".

The poison seemed to possess a spirit, and just as it was about to dissipate, it suddenly launched a counterattack! A blazing line of fire shot from her dantian straight into her mind, instantly devouring her last shred of clarity.

"Ugh..." Situ Meng groaned softly, her body trembling violently, her eyes suddenly opening—but they were devoid of any spirit, only a hazy sea of ​​desire remained.

She turned around abruptly, her hair disheveled like a waterfall, her cheeks flushed red, her lips slightly parted, and her breath hot.

She looked at Shen Mo, her eyes devoid of shyness and reason, filled only with the most primal desire, like wildfire spreading across the land, burning away all etiquette and constraints.

"Young Master Shen... I... want you..." Her voice was hoarse, trembling with a seductive quality. She suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, her whole body entwining around him like vines. Her jade-like body pressed tightly against his firm chest, their burning skin touching, arousing a shiver.

Shen Mo was shocked and hurriedly tried to retreat, but the other woman's strength was surprisingly great.

Although women are inherently weak, the poisonous fire triggered her instincts, causing her to unleash astonishing power.

She tilted her head back, her lips almost touching his, her eyes vacant yet burning, as if searching for the only salvation in her life.

"No..." Shen Mo gritted his teeth, his voice suppressed like a trapped beast, "Miss Situ, please calm down!"

But she wouldn't listen.

You Tan Yin had completely taken control of her mind, driving her to rush toward the nearest source of yang energy—it was her survival instinct, her only hope for survival.

Shen Mo's eyes were tightly closed, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. He knew clearly that simply channeling his inner energy was no longer enough to neutralize the poison.

Although the demonic energy is powerful, it can never replace the fundamental principle of the harmony of Yin and Yang. If she delays any longer, she will surely die.

But he... had no way out.