Lustful Depravity: The Villain system!-Chapter 32 - 9) The Black frost land.

His eyes went to Zhao Meng.

This fucking bastard, it's all his fault.

Obviously.

However, his eyes went to the jade pendant on his chest.

There was a separate glow about this.

Come to think of it, isn't this the same pendant, given to him by father?

And after receiving this pendant his cultivation started to regress?

'I can sense the plot... There must be an immortal sleeping there, and bet, that is going to be a stunning woman,'

But his eyes turned to leopard and fox.

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Meanwhile,

Ye Chen, And a few other members of the Gold and Snow sect were also present here.

There was even his sexy mentor.

Saintess Ningxue.

And she possesses the aura of a "Female lead".

She was a vision of celestial allure, a goddess sculpted from the most intoxicating fantasies of mortal men.

Her curves were a masterpiece of nature's indulgence, full and plump in all the right places.

She was also an F-cup with large plumpy melons and wide hip, perky buttocks.

Her jade-like skin glowed with an ethereal luster, smooth and flawless, as though carved from the finest immortal jade, warm to the touch yet exuding an innate coolness that sent shivers through one's soul.

Her hourglass figure was the very embodiment of temptation, like she was born for mankind to sin.

Her slender waist accentuated the generous swell of her bosom and the sumptuous roundness of her hips, a perfect balance between delicacy and decadence.

Draped in sheer silk robes embroidered with delicate blossoms, her attire barely veiled her mesmerizing assets, teasing the eye yet denying full indulgence, those cleavage looks creamy and want to make one shove their face, right into them.

They are natural pillows.

The fabric clung to her body like mist, emphasizing the tantalizing dips and swells of her flesh, the deep valley of her cleavage drawing gazes like a celestial abyss, impossible to escape.

Her long, raven-black hair cascaded in silky waves down her back, adorned with golden hairpins and intricate jade ornaments that jingled softly with her slightest movement.

Her eyes, like the spring's first blossoms, shimmered with an enchanting emerald glow.

Her plump, cherry-red lips curled into a playful smirk, exuding a confidence that spoke of one who knew the power of her beauty.

She was tall, and sexy yet looked pure.

The face of the devil and the body of the devil.

(The devil looks visually appealing to the eye, not angles. )

The only wish in life is to grab those melons and clap em cheeks.

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"Master, I had seen Zhao Meng from the Zhao family go in that direction, maybe we should add him, I heard he has an ability of healing," one of the disciples of the gold and snow sect uttered.

"Oh!"

Saintess Ningxue's emerald eyes flickered with thought as she gazed in the direction Zhao Meng had supposedly gone, pointed by the disciple.

The disciple had seen it previously but decided to say now, because, why not?

Zhao Meng can be a good help.

..

Her expression remained tranquil, yet beneath her serene demeanor was a sharp mind that weighed every possible outcome.

A healer is definitely a good help but is it worth taking the risk?

As someone from the gold and snow holy land, of course, they have sent a scout to check before coming to explore here.

Some of them have even prepared the teleportation talisman if needed.

"Healing ability, hmm, the guy who managed to obtain the inheritance of Nature Turtle," she murmured, her voice melodious yet carrying an undeniable sharp authority.

"That could be useful... but from what I know, Zhao Meng is known for his arrogance. If we find him, will he even cooperate?"

She has heard a few rumors about him, since he is famous for getting the inheritance.

Heeding this, the disciple hesitated for a moment.

"Master, if he refuses, we can always use force. The sect's mission is more important than his personal whims... Plus, with him, even if someone is injured, we can heal them, rather than sending them back,"

Hmm?

Ningxue's lips curled into a faint smirk.

That's a likely scenario but this disciple is a little short-sighted.

There is no way, he can heal infinitely.

He is bound to be exhausted.

Not to mention, Zhao Meng might be the focus of the Zhao Family at the moment.

But then again, this is a wasteland.

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"Hmph. Using force? Against someone from the Zhao family? That would only invite unnecessary trouble. But... if he were to meet an unfortunate fate inside these ruins, who could blame us?"

Her words carried a cold undertone, one that made the surrounding disciples swallow hard.

She was as ruthless as she was beautiful.

She was a sword core.

Heart as calm yet sharp and lethal as a sword.

Ye Chen, who had been standing silently beside her, finally spoke.

"Master, if Zhao Meng is heading in that direction, we should follow. There may be treasures, and if he's alone, he may have already claimed something valuable... Or maybe, he is in problem,"

Ningxue nodded. "Agreed. Let's move, I want to meet this guy, maybe, he can be my disciple..."

With a flick of her sleeve, the group advanced, their figures gliding across the frost-covered ground like phantoms in the night.

The quiet silence stretched before them, shrouded in mist, with the sign of the village getting buried.

Ye Chen clenched his fists.

This was his chance.

If he could find something valuable before Zhao Meng, he might finally get a solid status within the sect.

Previously, he had a jade sword but now.

He doesn't even have that, and the backfire from burning pure essence already pushed him to the first stage of the Qi Master realm.

Yes, his cultivation regressed further.

Not to mention, he had long hated the arrogant scion of the Zhao family.

Especially Zhao Bai, who stole his 'crush'.

That Zhao Bai, was shameless grabbing the ass cheeks of his crush, making his blood boil, recalling it.

Damn it.

He doesn't hate losing a bitch but he hates himself for losing such a precious sword.

Meanwhile,

Ningxue's mind wandered.

She had never trusted someone Zhao Meng, and if there was an opportunity to weaken the Zhao family's influence, she would take it.

As they moved deeper into the ruins, a sudden gust of wind carried a faint scent of blood.

"Something's wrong," Ningxue murmured, halting the group.

Ahead, a battle was taking place.

A Phantom Snow Leopard. A Nine-Tail Fox Spirit.

And...

Zhao Fan.

"That's Zhao Fan!!! The number 1 genius of this era, he is already at the golden core realm..." she said in a small tone.

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