Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

Fairy, don't go, I have a MOD. (Author: Caged Bird)

Mu Tianmiao is bound to a cultivation MOD system, which comes with a hundredfold increase in cultivation through dual cultivation! Female cultivators' favorability is boosted! He can even be resurrected after death! He is thriving in the Immortal Shadow Sect.

Master Li Xizhao, a Nascent Soul stage expert, is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He wears a hairpin given to him by Li Xizhao, and his veil is made from Li Xizhao's old clothes, yet he secretly absorbs Li Xizhao's clothes. Elder Tang Ruoyin of the Alchemy Room is aloof and gentle, yet she took the initiative to seduce Li Xizhao three years ago. Elder Lin Yanluo of the Weapon Refining Room is a little devil, a genius of the Nascent Soul stage, yet she wears a sachet given to her by Li Xizhao around her neck. The sect is so poor that they can't even afford to eat. Mu Tianmiao is quick-witted. He implements a membership system for the Alchemy Pavilion and makes vibrating toys for the Weapon Refining Pavilion. Master Li Xizhao is so angry that he kicks Mu Tianmiao out of the house, but he still approves the plans without hesitation.

Enjoying life and making money at the same time, this is probably the daily life of a cultivator?

Chapter One: The wicked will be punished by the wicked.

Wind Whisper Valley, a blood moon hangs in the sky.

In the deep pool, the dragon that was about to transform into a dragon finally let out a deafening scream, and its huge body exploded.

The sky was filled with the blood of the dragon, like a scalding downpour, drenching the area within a hundred feet.

The two cultivators were unable to dodge in time, and the dragon's blood splattered like flowers falling from the sky.

The two were originally from the same sect, and their joint effort to kill this dragon should have been a cause for celebration.

But the moment the dragon's blood touched them, their expressions changed simultaneously.

A heat that burns from the depths of one's bones, as if someone had stuffed an entire volcano into one's dantian.

My heart was pounding like a drum, each beat pounding against my eardrums. My breathing became rapid and hot, as if it were drying out my lungs.

The male cultivator looked at his fellow disciples a dozen meters away.

The female cultivator swayed, her Qingfeng sword fell to the ground, and she slumped down limply...

My energy is being depleted...

The two people looked at each other.

At this critical moment...

Another person burst through the entrance!

"Tsk tsk tsk."

A lazy voice came from behind them.

The male cultivator turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Under the moonlight, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the trees, arms crossed.

A smile, as if he enjoyed watching the drama unfold, played on his lips.

"Impressive. If I hadn't been there, your plan would have succeeded."

The male cultivator's face turned deathly pale in an instant, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and he cried out in disbelief.

"Weren't you dead?! How come you're still here?!"

Mu Tianmiao tilted her head and smiled even more happily.

He didn't answer the question, but instead slowly walked up to the two of them.

Looking down at the female cultivator who had fallen to the ground, her body weak and feverish, her breath sweet as orchids, he saw her.

Then she looked at the male cultivator whose face looked ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"You despicable bastard."

Mu Tianmiao shook her head, her tone filled with undisguised contempt.

"You clearly know that the dragon's blood contains aphrodisiacs, but you didn't tell your senior sister, hoping to take the opportunity to get close to her."

"If I hadn't overheard your plan, you would have succeeded."

The female cultivator suddenly looked up, and her eyes, which were hazy with passion poison, suddenly burst with disbelief.

She turned her head with difficulty to look at her fellow disciple.

"Junior brother... what... what he said... is it true?"

The male cultivator opened his mouth, about to explain, but Mu Tianmiao was even faster, flicking a pill directly into his mouth!

The male cultivator swallowed instinctively, his pupils dilated suddenly, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and his voice burst out like a flood.

"Yes! I already..."

He suddenly covered his mouth, pressing both hands firmly against it, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

Mu Tianmiao laughed heartily and turned to the female cultivator, saying:

“Look, as soon as the Truth Pill was fed to him, he immediately covered his mouth.”

The female cultivator was not stupid; even though she was currently in a state of mental confusion, she knew that this was the truth!

The poison of passion burned within her, and she was on the verge of losing consciousness. But in that instant, her dreamy, peach-blossom-like eyes clearly reflected extreme anger.

She didn't look at her junior brother again, but instead raised her hand and tremblingly grabbed the hem of Mu Tianmiao's clothes.

"No matter who you are... help me... take me... take me away..."

Mu Tianmiao looked down at her and smiled.

He didn't immediately hug her, but turned around and walked to the edge of the deep pool, taking out a gourd from his pocket.

The gourd was aimed at the mountain-sized corpse of the dragon, and a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted.

The dragon's corpse, blood, and broken scales were completely absorbed within three breaths, leaving not a single scale behind.

The oriole is unaware of the mantis behind!

Then he bent down, put one hand under the female cultivator's knees and the other hand to support her back, and lifted her up horizontally.

It was burning hot in my arms, like holding a ball of fire.

The female cultivator whispered in his ear, "Don't kill him. Wait until I return to the sect...and personally...investigate everyone...before...killing them!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Tianmiao abandoned the idea of ​​eliminating the problem altogether. Since this beautiful woman had her own methods, he might as well let her do it.

A sword light flashed beneath their feet and shot into the sky.

The night wind howled, and he glanced down at the male cultivator below who was still standing there, his hands tightly covering his mouth. His laughter drifted down from the high sky.

"I'm telling you, just wait here for the poison to take effect. The Dragon Poison won't make you explode, but it'll easily reduce your cultivation by one level! Hahahaha..."

The sword light pierced the blood moon, and the laughter faded into the distance.

On the ground, the male cultivator finally released his hands from his mouth and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

The roar echoed through the valley for a long time, but Mu Tianmiao could no longer hear it.

The sword light pierced through the clouds, and the blood moon's glow dyed the entire sky dark red.

As Mu Tianmiao sped along on his sword, he glanced down at the female cultivator in his arms.

Upon seeing this, he almost lost control of the sword light.

The female cultivator curled up in his arms, her burning body temperature seeping through her soaked robes, making the skin on his chest tingle.

Her legs were twisted together uneasily, and she bit her lower lip so hard that it drew blood.

Because Golden Core cultivators have far greater self-control than ordinary people, she forcefully suppressed all those charming voices in her throat, only occasionally letting out a very light and delicate breath.

But her eyes don't lie.

Those eyes were now shimmering with tears from the poison of passion, with two vibrant crimson tinges at the corners.

Yet a sliver of clarity remained deep within his pupils, gazing up at Mu Tianmiao's face with an extremely complex expression.

"Holding such a beautiful woman in my arms is truly a wonderful thing."

Mu Tianmiao spoke in a flippant tone, as if he were commenting on a fine wine.

"Luckily, I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others in distress, otherwise, tsk tsk tsk."

The female cultivator didn't speak, but simply stared at him intently with her peach blossom eyes.

The night wind tousled her long hair, the jet-black strands cascading like a waterfall in the moonlight. She parted her lips slightly and finally let out a very soft murmur.

The sound was like a feather, lightly brushing against my eardrum.

"...If we don't get the antidote...what...what will happen?"

Her voice was broken and intermittent, clearly indicating that speaking itself had exhausted most of her willpower.

Mu Tianmiao thought for a moment and answered honestly.

"Losing one level of cultivation is nothing compared to the natural effects of this dragon blood. Although it is highly toxic, it is not fatal. Just bear with it and it will pass. It's just a matter of cultivating again for a year or two."

He paused, then added.

"However, if this dragon blood is refined into a pill, the effect will be more than just that. If one does not have intercourse with a human to detoxify, the spiritual energy will flow back into the meridians, causing the body to explode directly."

"Luckily, you only got some undiluted liquid, it's not a dead end. Just bear with it, I'll just..."

He originally intended to find a place to drop it off, then take the dragon's corpse from the Demon Refining Pot and fly away, thus completing the deal satisfactorily.

But before she could utter the next few words, the female cultivator's expression suddenly changed.

That sliver of clarity was swallowed up by a stronger emotion.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and the knuckles of her fingers, gripping his clothes tightly, turned white from the force.

"I absolutely... absolutely cannot fall below my cultivation level..."

Her voice suddenly stopped trembling, replaced by an almost obsessive firmness.

"no way…"

After saying that, she tilted her head back and kissed Mu Tianmiao's neck.

The moment her warm lips touched his carotid artery, Mu Tianmiao froze.

What's worse, she not only kissed him, but also sucked and licked his neck, as if she regarded it as some kind of magic potion.

The warm, soft touch spread from the side of my neck, sending a tingling shiver down my spine to the top of my head.

"You..." Mu Tianmiao's breath suddenly became disordered, and the sword light beneath his feet shook violently.

He was by no means a celibate old monk. Holding a beautiful woman in his arms and feeling this deadly touch on his neck, his spiritual energy immediately went astray.

The golden sword light traced a crooked arc in the air before plummeting straight down.

"Holy crap... the plane crashed!"

The clouds and mist whistled past my ears, and below me stretched a continuous mountain range. A silver river meandered through the valley, its surface shimmering in the moonlight.

The sword light fell out of control at an extremely fast speed. Mu Tianmiao only had time to hold the person in his arms tightly before the two of them crashed heavily into the river.

boom!!

A huge splash of water erupted, startling birds flying in the forest on both banks.

The icy river water instantly swallowed the two people.

But even the icy river water couldn't suppress the scorching heat emanating from the female cultivator's body.

She didn't let go in the water; instead, she clung even tighter, like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.

Mu Tianmiao choked on some water and hurriedly carried her to the surface of the river.

When the two surfaced, their soaked robes clung to their bodies, and seaweed clung to their hair; they looked utterly disheveled.

"You woman..." Mu Tianmiao wiped the water off her face, panting as she glared at the person in her arms.

The female cultivator was also looking at him.

The river water soaked her long hair, which clung wetly to her cheeks, and water droplets rolled down her eyelashes, making it hard to tell whether they were from the river or tears burned by the poison of passion.

Her face was still as radiant as the sunset, but there was something else in her eyes besides love that was hard to describe.

"I will never lower my standards."

She spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice hoarse and stubborn.

"You can do anything to me... but don't make me lose face... You don't know how many years it took me to get to where I am today... you don't know..."

"Whether you're gentle or rough... I'll accept it... umm..."

The murmurs made Mu Tianmiao uneasy...