Chapter 819: Feng Yanqi's Strange Fetish

"It's an earth and wood dual-spirit root," Ye Mo exclaimed, shocked. Theoretically, few people on Earth possess spirit roots due to the scarcity of spirit chi. Yet, he had discovered several.

"What's that?" Huang Mei asked curiously.

Ye Mo replied, "Huang Mei, thank you for saving my life. You cultivate ancient martial arts. If you wish to continue, I possess a cultivation method that can elevate you far beyond the Great Heaven realm."

Huang Mei, exceptionally intelligent, sensed Ye Mo's implication. Calmly, she asked, "Does this mean there's more?"

Ye Mo nodded. "Yes. If you prefer not to cultivate ancient martial arts, you could cultivate truth, as I do."

"Cultivate truth?" Huang Mei repeated, unfamiliar with the concept.

Ye Mo hesitated. "Have you heard of immortals? It's not a legend. Their absence stems from Earth's lack of spirit chi. Truth cultivation, simply put, aims for ascension to the immortal realm. However, this opportunity is exceedingly rare; perhaps only one in 100,000 cultivators succeeds." (He was referring to the Luo Yue Continent.)

"What?!" Huang Mei was speechless.

After a long pause, she said shakily, "I must cultivate truth. I must—"

Huang Mei, impulsive by nature, had previously schemed for powerful individuals. This presented a far more suitable path.

Ye Mo nodded, about to explain truth cultivation, when he saw Feng Yanqi and Brother Chen together. The woman was truly brazen! Brother Chen, unable to resist her advances, was embraced from behind. Before he could proceed, however, she spun around, throwing him to the ground and engaging in erotic activity atop him.

"Master, tell me," Huang Mei prompted.

"Oh, right," Ye Mo said, awkwardly glancing at her. "Um—Please, call me Ye Mo. Truth cultivation and ancient martial arts share similar beginnings. We unblock our meridians—"

He paused, noticing Brother Chen visibly shrinking, as if drained of blood. Though he hadn't used his spirit sense to examine their private parts, Ye Mo knew Feng Yanqi was absorbing Brother Chen's blood essence through sexual activity.

Brother Chen grew increasingly gaunt, while Feng Yanqi's complexion brightened and her demeanor intensified. Ye Mo recalled dual cultivation methods; some mutually beneficial, others exploitative. Feng Yanqi, not a truth cultivator, was likely using a Gu insect.

This realization disgusted him, extinguishing his previous physiological response. Her fetish was intense; Brother Chen resembled a mummy, yet she relentlessly continued, determined to drain him completely.

He finally understood Feng Yanqi's motive in gathering that group; it was for her cultivation. But why had she brought Huang Mei? What were her plans?

Subconsciously, Ye Mo glanced at Huang Mei, causing her to shiver. She sensed a strange look, noting his hesitant speech, suggesting preoccupied thought.

Realizing this, he said, "I'll formally teach you truth cultivation tomorrow night."

Huang Mei rose, looking at Ye Mo. "Be wary of Feng Yanqi. Something feels off. We started with six; by the second day, one was missing."

Ye Mo was startled. He hadn't anticipated her swift action. Brother Chen was the second victim.

"How did you meet her? How did you become involved? What's your purpose here?" Ye Mo asked, surprised.

As he finished, he sensed Feng Yanqi's power surge; she had reached the Earth level.

Before Huang Mei could respond, Ye Mo stopped her. "Return to your tent. We'll talk tomorrow night. Feng Yanqi is returning."

"How do you know?" Huang Mei asked instinctively, then nodded and left, sensing a connection to truth cultivation.

Upon returning, she heard Feng Yanqi's scream. Ye Mo, Huang Mei, and the other two men emerged from their tents to find Feng Yanqi, clothes torn, yelling, "Quickly! Save Yinzhu!"

"What happened, Yanqi?" the man in his thirties asked.

"Yinzhu fell off the cliff! Save him!" she cried, eyes filled with worry.

"What about little Chen?" the usually silent middle-aged man asked.

They investigated the cliff, discovering a bottomless chasm.

"How did Chen Yinzhu fall?" the man in his thirties questioned skeptically.

Feng Yanqi wiped her eyes. "I needed to relieve myself and asked Brother Chen to accompany me. After finishing, I twisted my ankle, and he helped. He hugged me—"

"You were near the cliff?" Huang Mei asked incredulously.

Feng Yanqi blushed. "No, it was further away. But when I stood, Brother Chen hugged me, and my pants were untied. He—he—"

Everyone understood. Chen Yinzhu's affections for Feng Yanqi were evident.

Unabashed, she continued, "I struggled, but he held me tighter. Then, overcome by—by excitement, we were near the cliff. He tripped. I'm so sorry."

Ye Mo sighed. Her acting was superb. Without his spirit sense, he might have believed her. Yet, her actions had indeed harmed Brother Chen.

Silence fell. The man in his thirties, his face grim, had not expected Chen Yinzhu to leave with Feng Yanqi, and he regarded her with contempt. A beautiful woman, yet her preferences were peculiar, even relieving herself outdoors.

"Let's return. It's too late to find him. We'll discuss this tomorrow," the middle-aged man stated.

Huang Mei spoke up, "I heard of mountain ghosts that subconsciously lure people to dangerous places at night. Women, with weaker yan chi, are more susceptible—"

"Huh!!" Feng Yanqi screamed, instinctively looking at Ye Mo.