Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest-Chapter 729 - 15: Standing Out Alone_2

The white-robed nun initially chanted softly, but after just a few dozen breaths, the Joyful Sound grew louder and the surrounding environment began to transform:

Three Buddha statues that were previously on the lotus seat vanished, replaced by three "Bodhisattvas" who were neither distinctly male nor female, handsome yet not male-like, elegant yet not female-like, merely gazing downward with a slight, ambiguous smile.

On either side, the many Arhats also transformed into handsome men and beautiful women, whose attractiveness and physique were unparalleled, a hundred times more stunning than any created by the professional medical aesthetics of the Korea Dance Troupe, and they busily engaged in rewarding each other.

Pink mist gradually permeated the air, accompanied by a sickly sweet scent lingering around the noses, with their ears completely filled by the Joyful Sound.

The three of them sat on their cushions with their eyes closed, sealing off their senses, firmly guarding their Dao Hearts. Unfortunately, as the phantom sounds grew and the magic flared, Tang Xiaolian was the first to falter.

Her skin flushed cherry red, her throat involuntarily squirming, and an intense surge of emotion seemed to burst from her chest. Though her mind was consumed by fright, her body began to move uncontrollably.

"Yan, Yan, Yan..." Her tongue felt like it was tied in knots as she began to spout gibberish, and her mind uncontrollably filled with countless images.

She saw herself following Yan Yu, traversing waterfalls, canyons, caves, and flower fields. Whether faced by illusion realms, mechanisms, vicious insects, or sword arrays, all were effortlessly solved by their collaboration.

No, no, that’s not right. I barely played a role that time; it was mostly because Captain Yan was too amazing, practically carrying me through.

The two of them acquired the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu and the Liangyi Micro Dust Sword before parting ways. She felt an unspeakable reluctance, often checking her phone to casually chat with Captain Yan, joke around, or be the butt of his teasing, thus maintaining this odd friendship.

But it wasn’t enough.

When the idea of wanting more began, Tang Xiaolian couldn’t exactly say; she didn’t even know if this was what "liking" someone meant. Thus, when Yan Yu asked her earlier, she could proudly claim, "I’m not planning on dating or liking anyone at the moment."

However, as the Joyful Sound in her ears intensified and rang louder, those previously unclear emotions began to surge violently, like a seed buried in the soil suddenly sprouting a tiny tender shoot... freewёbnoνel.com

Doomed, doomed, doomed! I’m going to die, die, die! Turns out I do actually like Captain Yan a little—ahhh, save me, how could this happen!

The moment such a thought emerged from her heart, it grew uncontrollably like wild vines. She instinctively wanted to suppress these emotions, but her limbs quickly weakened, her heart thumped violently, even her breathing became rapid.

Emotions wreaked havoc, self-control lost!

Tang Xiaolian’s body went limp and she collapsed onto Yan Yu, her mouth uncontrollably confessing:

"Yan Yu, I think I kind of like you."

Yan Yu’s expression remained unchanged, not even his eyebrows twitched.

Pathetic, that’s all it takes? Even Hongyu lasted longer! No wonder you’re just an ordinary member in the team.

"I actually..." Tang Xiaolian murmured, her gaze suddenly becoming desperate, clearly still trying to resist the influence of the Joyful Sound, "I... ahhh! This is too abrupt! Quick, forget everything I just said, ahhh!"

She screamed, began grasping her head and rolling on the ground as if trying to dig out the sound embedded in her brain.

Yan Yu had no time to deal with her breakdown because Chen Lingyun was also moving closer.

"Do you think..." she whispered, biting Yan Yu’s earlobe, her voice intimate, "when I said ’I like you’ just now, I was trying to see your embarrassed expression?"

Wasn’t that the case? Yan Yu thought to himself, but remained silent.

"No, actually," Chen Lingyun’s soft, warm breath lightly brushed his neck, "It’s me who’s embarrassed. I showed that kind of smile because I didn’t want you to notice my shyness."

I believe you’re terribly crafty, woman... Damn, what are you touching?

If it were any other place, Yan Yu might not mind playing along, but right now, he needed to withstand the Joyful Sound; could he afford to break so easily? Is my pride worth nothing?

Seeing Chen Lingyun starting to lift the hem of his clothes, Yan Yu finally couldn’t keep still; with a slap, he quickly knocked her restless hand away.

Just as Yan Yu was about to forcefully push Chen Lingyun away, someone suddenly embraced him from behind.

Tang Xiaolian! You weak woman, how could you not hold on any longer!

"Yan Yu, I really like you," the soft voice from behind trembled, as if mingling with a strange sobbing tone, "I know this is weird because our usual conversations are very normal, but actually, every time I wish I could talk to you a bit more, yet I’m afraid you’re not that willing, so I pretended to help you gather information from Captain Zhou..."

She was almost pressing her whole body against him, her hands also reaching into Yan Yu’s collar, groping wildly at the position of his chest.

Beside him, Chen Lingyun attached herself again like a water snake, her face still bearing a sweet and seductive smile, continuously brushing and stamping up his neck.

Yan Yu was concentrating on resisting the influence of the Joyful Sound; how could he spare any effort to help these two girls stabilize their Dao Heart? Suddenly, he stretched out both arms lightning-fast, his left hand flicked up the middle finger, snapping a sharp flick on Chen Lingyun’s forehead causing her in pain to fall backward; his right hand reached up, pinching Tang Xiaolian’s cheeks, rendering her unable to utter any more nonsense.

Left hand for subduing, right hand for suppressing!

Once a vast sea, now nothing but a puddle; my fate is mine, not dictated by heavens!

Chen Lingyun fell backward, rolled over, then weakly propped herself up, her black hair disheveled, her eyes filled with grievance, matched with her delicate and perfect features, enough to make any man with a heart of stone stir with emotion.

But Yan Yu’s heart wasn’t made of stone; it was forged of steel, 18K titanium alloy at that! Seeing her sticking to him again, Yan Yu stretched out his left hand once more, tightly grasping her beautiful, fair neck.

Oh, I can’t breathe!

Since Chen Lingyun had been fasting, her body didn’t need sustenance from food or water; naturally, it didn’t need the function of breathing for energy. Even without oxygen, it didn’t matter, and so she just seized the opportunity to wrap around his arm again like a snake.

Tang Xiaolian at his back had already lost control, though held by Yan Yu’s right hand it was impossible to kiss, she pulled his head into her chest, touching his face over and over.

At this moment, Yan Yu was extremely irritated. Two useless things! If they couldn’t resist the Joyful Sound, then be it; they should obediently roll out of this trial, but why come to drag me down!

Hmm, wait...

"Master, isn’t this against the rules?" he spoke sharply, "If they have already lost control of their emotions, they should be sent out, not left here."

The white-robed nun kept her eyes closed, still chanting nonstop, causing Chen Lingyun and Tang Xiaolian to become even more deliriously infatuated.

According to Master Fangcun’s wishes, those who could pass this tr

breakdown of the Five Aggregates should have achieved Perfection in mind, embodying emptiness, possessing roots of wisdom, but Yan Yu did not meet this criteria.

He was still entangled in the mortal world, still had his desires; the reason he wasn’t captivated by the Joyful Sound was merely due to his extremely strong willpower — like a boxing championship meant to select skilled boxers, getting a naturally strong man who knew nothing about boxing, powering through with brute strength, which definitely contradicts the organizer’s original intent.

Although he had reformed, his way of doing things hadn’t changed that easily. From the perspective of the white-robed nun, since you’re not the candidate Master Fangcun was expecting, using some tricks to eliminate you wouldn’t pose a problem, of course.

Seeing that she was determined not to follow the rules, Yan Yu suddenly stood up.

Cloud Dividing Eight Trigrams Step!

Chen Lingyun and Tang Xiaolian were still clinging and grinding against him; suddenly, they found themselves embracing empty air, as Yan Yu used the stepping technique to shake them off, both hurriedly getting up to chase after him.

Yan Yu didn’t leave the Great Hero Treasure Hall, just moved frenetically around within the hall. The two girls, though they tried their best to keep up, their minds were not clear, their spirits veiled; how could they catch up with Yan Yu’s steps?

The white-robed nun continued to drive the Joyful Sound, yet her eyes flashed with disbelief.

Ordinary cultivators, even if they sat on a meditation cushion in their best state to guard their spirit, might not withstand the brainwashing of the Joyful Sound. Yet this person, with his incredibly strong willpower, not only completely resisted the Joyful Sound and his companions’ "backstabbing," but even had the excess energy to bounce around everywhere!