Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

The strength and subtlety of his spiritual awareness also increased by several levels.

Mid-stage Grandmaster level, a natural progression!

Chen Mo broke through from the early stage of Grandmaster to the middle stage in just a few months.

Such a terrifying speed of breakthrough, if it were to get out, would be enough to cause the Dao hearts of those struggling in the early stages of the Grandmaster realm to collapse.

This is completely beyond common sense and beyond our comprehension.

in the secret room.

He opened his eyes again, and a fleeting image of stars appearing and disappearing seemed to flash in his eyes.

"call!"

Chen Mo exhaled a long breath of stale air, which lingered and did not dissipate.

A faint white arrow of air formed in the air and shot a hole the size of a fist into the cave wall.

He clenched his fist, feeling an immense power far exceeding anything he had ever experienced before. He felt that as long as he made a move, he would possess the supreme power to cause mountains to collapse and the earth to split.

It's time to leave quarantine!

Chapter 120 Caught in the Trap

Chen Mo stepped out of the secret room, and the soft sunlight came into view.

"Master, you've emerged from seclusion?"

When Lan Jian and Zhu Jian, who were guarding not far from the secret room, saw him come out, their faces immediately lit up with joy and they hurriedly came to greet him.

Chen Mo nodded slightly.

Lan Jian reacted quickly, immediately turning to Zhu Jian and saying, "Zhu Jian, quickly go and report to the Master that the Master has emerged from seclusion!"

Zhu Jian responded, turned around nimbly, and quickly left.

This was an order personally given by Mu Wanqing, so they naturally dared not neglect it.

"Miss Lan Jian, how long have I been in seclusion?"

Chen Mo said calmly.

Lan Jian counted on his fingers, looking somewhat dim-witted.

"Twenty days."

“Master, it has been a full twenty days since you went into seclusion.”

She replied with a smile, "But Master, you haven't had any food or water for twenty days, you must be hungry."

"Please come with me, and I will instruct the servants to prepare a meal."

Twenty days of complete fasting seemed unbelievable to them.

Twenty days?

Chen Mo was somewhat surprised. He hadn't noticed the passage of time while he was in seclusion, but he hadn't expected so much time to have passed.

He followed Lan Jian through the corridors of Lingjiu Palace and arrived at an elegant pavilion built on a cliff.

The view here is expansive and the scenery is superb.

After washing up briefly and changing into a clean, moon-white robe, Chen Mo went to the table in the pavilion.

"Hmm? What's that smell?"

He suddenly smelled a peculiar odor permeating the attic.

It smells wonderful, refreshing and pleasant, giving one a sense of well-being.

"Reporting to the Master."

Lan Jian replied with a smile, "This is the 'Heavenly Mountain Mind-Concentrating Incense' refined by the Old Master."

"It is made with dozens of rare medicinal materials such as Tian Shan snow lotus and calming sandalwood powder, and is refined using special methods. It has the effect of calming the mind and spirit."

“In the past, every time the old master finished his seclusion, he would instruct me to light this incense to calm my mind.”

"oh?!"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. As expected of the senior sister of the Xiaoyao Sect, she has such attainments.

The table was now laden with exquisite, yet not extravagant, dishes.

As soon as he sat down, a fragrant breeze wafted over him.

A soft, warm body, filled with eagerness and longing, suddenly threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Husband."

Mu Wanqing buried her face in his chest, her voice slightly choked, but mostly filled with reassurance.

During this time, although she was familiarizing herself with the affairs of Lingjiu Palace and comprehending the martial arts of the stone wall, her heart was always with Chen Mo.

Chen Mo chuckled softly and gently patted her back. "Alright, alright."

"This seclusion has been a bit long, I'm sorry to have worried you."

"Come on, sit down and have something to eat."

He could sense that Mu Wanqing's aura was much more solid than before.

Mu Wanqing then let go of his hand somewhat embarrassedly, her pretty face slightly flushed as she sat down beside him, still very close to him.

"Cuckoo..."

Another graceful figure stepped into the pavilion; it was Wanwan.

"As soon as Sister Mu heard the news that the little master had emerged from seclusion, she rushed over without stopping."

Her words were teasing, but her gaze flickered almost imperceptibly the moment it met Chen Mo's.

After twenty days apart, the young monk's aura... seems even more unfathomable.

He was sitting there, yet he seemed to be completely one with his surroundings, exuding an indescribable transcendence.

Mu Wanqing blushed even more at her words, gave Wanwan a reproachful look, but did not refute her.

The four sword attendants standing to the side, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, covered their mouths and chuckled softly.

Half an hour later.

The group had eaten and drunk their fill, and almost all the dishes on the table were gone.

"good to eat."

Mu Wanqing put down her chopsticks with satisfaction, a sweet smile on her pretty face.

I don't know if it was because the food was really to my liking, or because I was in a good mood; maybe it was both.

She turned to Mei Lan Zhu Ju, who was standing to the side, and said, "Who cooked this time? Their skills have improved; they deserve a reward."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a soft "ah" was heard, which came from Chrysanthemum Sword.

She covered her forehead, an unnatural blush rising on her face, her eyes becoming somewhat unfocused and dazed.

"I...I feel a little dizzy, and my body...is so hot..."

Almost simultaneously, Mei Jian, Lan Jian, and Zhu Jian also developed the same symptoms!

Each of them had a face like a peach blossom, and their eyes were sparkling with tears.

Their breathing became rapid and involuntarily quickened, their bodies went slightly weak, and they almost couldn't stand up.

"Um?!"

Mu Wanqing and Wanwan also immediately noticed the abnormality in themselves.

An indescribable heat rose from his lower abdomen and quickly spread to his limbs and bones.

My head was spinning, my heart was racing, and a thrilling desire seemed to surge deep within me.

Their pretty faces turned bright red, like ripe peaches.

Her beautiful eyes were even more watery and alluring, almost dripping with moisture.

"This is...poisoning?!"

Chen Mo frowned, put down his teacup, and immediately looked inward at himself.

Sure enough, he also felt a warm current rising quietly from his dantian, flowing throughout his body, bringing a tingling sensation that made his mind and spirit flutter.

This doesn't seem to be poison?

not good!

He looked up abruptly, his gaze sweeping over the incense burner in the corner of the room, where wisps of pale white smoke were rising, before recalling the appetizing meal he had just eaten…

Concentration incense...foods with special spices...changes in medicinal properties...calming the mind...moving emotions...

Chen Mo's mind raced, and he immediately understood the key point.

"Damn it, I've been infected!"

At this point, the medicine had fully taken effect.

Mu Wanqing, Wanwan, and the four women, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, quickly lost their remaining rationality under the overwhelming effects of the drug.

They felt that Chen Mo, standing before them, seemed to exude a fatal attraction.

"Husband...I'm so hot..."

Mu Wanqing was the first to lose control, letting out a soft moan as she leaned against him.

Her arms wrapped around Chen Mo's neck like water snakes, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

"Little...Little Master..."

Wanwan still had a sliver of clarity and tried to use her internal energy to resist, but the strange feeling in her heart made it impossible for her to concentrate.

Her delicate body trembled slightly, and she looked at Chen Mo with seductive eyes, her voice so sweet it could drip honey.

The four women, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, were already deeply infatuated; they had never experienced such a shock before.

They felt weak and powerless all over, their minds filled with only the figure before them, and they involuntarily moved their feet to gather around her.