Chapter 175: Chapter 92: Terrifying Spirit, Hunting Demons

Xiongshan County, Prince Qing’s Mansion, in the secret chamber.

Li Xuan was overjoyed to see that Wei Yao found it effective.

Although "The Six Tombs’ Glorious Continent Travelogue" is hard to distinguish between reality and fiction, it at least made Li Xuan aware that the "background of the Starry Continent might be very vast."

Against such a grand backdrop, the Great Yin is like a fleet sailing on mysterious, dark seas, and the Li family is merely one ship of this fleet.

There are storms, peril, and various unknown dangers on this sea.

Thus, only if the ship of the Li family becomes sturdier can Li Xuan feel a greater sense of security.

Even if he were powerful alone, it wouldn’t ensure his family’s safety.

He cannot always stay by the Li family’s side, nor can he carry them with him.

Frankly speaking, they were fortunate to have the Prime Minister guarding around Xiongshan County; fortunate as well that the surrounding area hasn’t been plagued by demonic disturbances, allowing him to stir up trouble in the capital without concerns.

But if just once, the Hundred Flowers Mansion faced another threat like the Red Shadow Demon Fiend, would his Li family be wiped out in an instant?

Taking advantage of the time at home while cultivating heirs with his wives, Li Xuan wished to seize this opportunity to see if he could strengthen the Li family, at least by setting up a framework and drafting a blueprint.

He also considered using skeletons and evil ghosts to gain some advantage.

However, skeletons and evil ghosts have no beliefs and cannot worship him, the "Headless Buddha."

Moreover, these beings have no potential for growth, basically remaining unchanged after being summoned.

Besides, these beings would attract too much attention, putting the Li family at risk of being labeled as collaborators with demons, making them pariahs both inside and out.

"Husband, so incredible..."

"When I look at this painting, I feel as if the world within it is flooding into my mind, as if I’m thoroughly merging into the painting. It’s such a wonderful feeling, truly wonderful..."

As Li Xuan pondered, Wei Yao was intently gazing at the "Little Snow Map," her eyes fixed and unable to look away, her little face flushed with excitement.

Initially, Li Xuan shared in the joy, but after about the time of two incense sticks, he noticed Wei Yao’s obsessive stare at the painting, without blinking, and began to sense something amiss. He said, "Wei Yao, stop for a moment."

"I, I want to look a little longer. This feeling is so wonderful." Wei Yao’s little face turned from red to crimson, her legs squirming incessantly.

And this redness reminded Li Xuan of the scene atop the bed.

This is...

"Wei Yao!" Li Xuan shouted sternly.

Yet, Wei Yao couldn’t hear his words, entranced by the "Little Snow Map."

Li Xuan reached out to grab the painting.

Wei Yao surprisingly moved her hands, shifting the painting away to prevent him from taking it.

Li Xuan tried to grab it again.

Wei Yao dodged repeatedly, pleading, "Husband, let me look. I beg you... I... I will let you do whatever you want to me."

Saying this, she held the painting with one hand while the other reached for her waistband, gently pulling to remove her pants, ready to let her husband do as he pleased — all just to continue viewing the "Little Snow Map".

Li Xuan’s eyes widened in horror, his hand struck quickly like lightning, tapping the pressure points on Wei Yao’s wrists.

Wei Yao, feeling the pain, instinctively let go.

Li Xuan swiftly seized the "Little Snow Map" in his hands.

Wei Yao was stunned, then immediately cried out, "Give it back to me."

"Husband, give it back to me."

Her eyes showed clear obsession.

Seeing that Li Xuan was unmoved, she attempted to kneel, trying to do the things she previously refused, to please Li Xuan.

Li Xuan cast aside the "Little Snow Map," holding her tightly as she struggled, pleaded, and cried.

And so, about the time of one incense stick later, she recovered.

Wei Yao lay exhausted in Li Xuan’s embrace, her sweaty hair sticking to her forehead, her long legs powerless, resting softly on Li Xuan’s thigh.

A faint licentious air lingered in the room.

Wei Yao breathed deeply, her eyes reflecting a mixture of contemplation, fear, and shock.

She reached out, gently caressing Li Xuan’s cheek, asking, "What kind of being have you become..."

Li Xuan replied solemnly, "Not much."

"Huh?"

Wei Yao smiled, questioning.

Li Xuan explained, "The horrors on this land may have long started, and we are realizing it late. My recent performance may simply be..."

He thought a moment and offered a comparison: "Like a martial artist just beginning to temper the body through running."

"Is that so..."

Wei Yao lowered her eyes, remaining silent for a moment.

A resolution brewed within this silence.

Then, she began describing her recent feelings in detail.

Li Xuan listened quietly, pondering.

From Wei Yao’s description, he formed a hypothesis.

The reason for Wei Yao’s obsession might actually be an "addiction."

It’s like a small ant suddenly experiencing the intense joys and sorrows of a human, emotions so much stronger than ever before, breaking past its original thresholds, leading to intense stimulation and an addictive allure.

To verify, Li Xuan asked, "Is looking at the painting more enjoyable, or being intimate with me?"

With an experimental spirit, Wei Yao sincerely replied, "Looking at the painting is more enjoyable."

She quickly added, "It’s not just a little more enjoyable, but much, much more."

Li Xuan suddenly understood the terror of "spiritual dominance."

This pleasure from a high spiritual experience had already surpassed the pleasure limits that a lower spiritual being could experience.

Wei Yao continued, "However, after going through that just now, although I’m weak, my mind seems much clearer now."