Immediately, a large hand—clad in the wide, flowing sleeve of an ancient official's robe—reached toward him, trailing a heavy chain. Jiang Hua yanked his cock free—even as it was still ejaculating—and scrambled backward to evade, but the chain lashed out and coiled around his body, bringing with it an agonizing, tearing sensation. Jiang Hua saw a figure—an exact replica of himself—retreating, its eyes now utterly vacant. Meanwhile, he found himself shackled by chains and dragged rapidly toward a swirling vortex.
Jiang Hua realized that his primordial spirit had been forcibly extracted. He sensed that the chains' hold was not particularly strong; he could break free in a matter of seconds.
Yet, in those very few seconds, the chains pulled him into the vortex. With a sudden blur before his eyes, he found himself in an entirely different space!
Immediately, a fist glowing with golden light came crashing toward him.
The moment he dragged Jiang Hua in, the old servant severed a portion of his own primordial spirit—withdrawing about sixty to seventy percent of it—leaving behind a remnant that instantly turned dull and vacant.
However, the very next second, that ethereal, near-dissipating manifestation of the primordial spirit suddenly flared with brilliant light. It became remarkably solid and tangible, growing significantly in size.
Seeing this, the old servant knew he had succeeded. By severing a piece of his own primordial spirit manifestation during the abduction, he had rendered it ownerless—effectively a "seed." Jiang Hua, who had reached the "True One" realm but lacked such a manifestation, served as the "fertile soil."
Once the seed landed on the fertile soil, it took root and sprouted instantly, flourishing into a towering tree.
Furthermore, by severing his own primordial spirit, the old servant had managed to break free from Jiang Yingji's control. This was his masterstroke: a ruse to swap one entity for another—a "cicada shedding its skin" to escape.
With a ferocious expression, the old servant turned and lunged toward Jiang Yingji. The cost of this maneuver had been immense—he had even suffered a permanent regression from the "True One" realm. Never in his two lifetimes had he ever endured such a devastating loss. He was determined to make this wretch his own personal captive forever!
Moving with explosive speed, the old servant darted behind Jiang Yingji like a phantom. He seized her by her slender, shapely waist, tearing her away from Li Dong's side.
"Ah…!"
The turn of events was so sudden that Jiang Yingji—who had been completely immersed in the intimate bond with her son—was caught entirely off guard. She could only let out a startled cry before the old servant pressed his hand against her lower abdomen. Channeling a surge of spectral energy into her, he stirred the unabsorbed "Pure Yang" essence still lingering within her body.
An irresistible wave of drowsiness washed over her; her delicate frame went limp, leaving her completely at the old servant's mercy. Clutching the now-limp beauty, the old servant soared toward a spatial vortex that had suddenly manifested in the air.
Earlier, his actions had shattered the fabric of space, creating weak points—fractures resembling cracks in glass—that opened up several passages leading to the outside world.
Though he had no way of knowing how long these fissures would remain before the space mended itself, they were, without a doubt, genuine escape routes!
Meanwhile, nourished by his mother's milk, Li Dong felt a constant, warm current flowing into his *dantian*. A tingling, crawling sensation—much like the movement of ants—spread outward from his *dantian* to every corner of his body.
It was an utterly irresistible sensation, akin to being cradled in amniotic fluid, where one felt as though they were being reshaped and nurtured anew—so profound that he nearly forgot where he even was.
But the very next second, the sensation vanished abruptly—as if the amniotic fluid enveloping him had been suddenly drained away—and his awareness of the outside world rushed back in. At that moment, a cry from Aunt Yingji reached his ears, jolting him fully awake. His eyes snapped open, and he saw the hunched figure of the old servant abducting Aunt Yingji and soaring rapidly into the sky.
Though he did not know why the old servant—Aunt Yingji's own attendant—had suddenly snatched her away, Li Dong immediately scooped up Sister Lan Yan and gave chase.
Li Dong felt his body grow remarkably light; his speed was even greater than it had been during his previous state of "demonic possession." In the blink of an eye, he had closed the distance to the old servant.
Seeing Li Dong in pursuit, the old servant mustered his remaining strength to drive him back. Yet, even though Li Dong held back to avoid endangering Aunt Yingji, he still overwhelmed the old servant, leaving the man with no capacity to retaliate.
As Jiang Yingji nearly slipped from his grasp, the old servant—driven by a desperate resolve—abruptly changed course, hurtling toward a spatial rift located not far from Luo Shaowen.
If Luo Shaowen could intercept Li Dong, the old servant would be able to escape with Jiang Yingji.
Sure enough, Luo Shaowen struck out, shattering the spirit of Jiang Hua—who was still dazed and bewildered by the unfolding events—before turning to intercept Li Dong.
Engaging Li Dong in combat, Luo Shaowen—now free from Jiang Yingji's interference—was once again able to wield the power of space. Meanwhile, burdened by holding Tang Lan Yan, Li Dong could not fight at full strength and quickly found himself at a disadvantage.
Forced downward by Luo Shaowen's spatial manipulation, Li Dong plummeted toward the ground, where a cluster of razor-sharp white jade spikes suddenly erupted from the earth. Meanwhile, Luo Shaowen moved with lightning speed—overtaking the others—and seized the old servant by the shoulder. A moment earlier, as the spatial portal drew near—close enough to touch—the old servant felt a glimmer of hope, believing salvation was within reach. But in the next instant, half his body went numb, and the Queen of Shanghai, whom he held in his arms, was snatched away.
"No!"
He lunged with his free hand, but caught only a scrap of fabric; the delicate *qipao* tore instantly.
Jiang Yingxian's exquisite, bare body was seized by Luo Shaowen, leaving the old servant with no choice but to plummet into the portal alone.
Li Dong, who was also falling, witnessed the entire scene: Aunt Yingxian's porcelain-white, naked form falling into the arms of Luo Shaowen.
Stunned to his core, Li Dong nearly forgot that he, too, was in mortal danger.
Yet, just as he was about to collide with a cluster of sharp spikes, a wisp of purple mist surged from within his own body.
Enveloping him, the mist altered his trajectory, pulling him into a nearby spatial vortex—one that was already shrinking and on the verge of vanishing.
In a flash, the scenery before Li Dong's eyes shifted. In the distance stood a forest of skyscrapers, while beneath him churned the turbulent, surging sea. He had been transported from the Black Street to the open waters off the coast of Shen City!
His only solace was the lithe, slender body held firmly in his arms—Lan Yan.