But why would Jiang Yingji, who was always wary of her old master, choose to dabble in "orthodox" witchcraft?
After all, to learn this witchcraft, she would need to be personally taught by her old master.
Therefore, the "witchcraft" she used to treat Yu Tang was essentially exorcism, but modified to allow them to share a connection… much like twins with a strong innate bond, who can share each other's senses to a certain extent.
This "witchcraft" goes even deeper. While they don't share each other's senses, they can deeply connect their physical constitutions and use their own power to dispel the corrosive influences on the other.
Of course, it's not easy; not everyone can succeed... and it's only thanks to their shared constitution that they can do this.
However, Jiang Yingji underestimated the erotic runes and the influence of Yu Tang's triple "Muse" on her.
But if she gives up...
Now her choices are few: either give up completely... or seek help from that old monster.
She glanced again at Yu Tang, lying naked on the bed. The beautiful young woman's body was breathtaking. Although she was asleep, her brows were slightly furrowed in distress. Her lower body and buttocks were wet and sticky, and a trace of white fluid clung to her pink lips. She had masturbated again, experiencing a small orgasm before falling into a deep sleep.
Seeing this, Jiang Yingji's resolve hardened. She quickly dressed, her feet shimmering in silver-soled, patent leather high heels, revealing her snow-white insteps… She wasn't wearing underwear, as it was already soaked.
Her breasts were the same; full, rounded, and proudly shaped, they strained against the bodice of her dress, creating a deep, alluring cleavage. The tips of her breasts protruded from the silk fabric, forming two sharp, erect nipples, incredibly tempting.
However, she didn't see anything wrong with it. Yingluo Manor had long since lost its normal servants. Besides the servants controlled by her exorcism magic, there was only the old monster Jiang Hua, who rarely left the Taoist temple.
But now, there was another one: Xiang Anping…
Jiang Yingji walked outside the villa and casually summoned the old exorcist servant, without any regard for his gaze.
"To the Temple of Longevity..."
The hunched, expressionless old man silently followed behind Jiang Yingji. She trusted this old servant who exorcised spirits... and used him very effectively. Crucially, he was always honest, unlike the previous servants who always tried to make blatant moves.
So they disappeared from the world.
However, the Queen of Shanghai didn't notice that in her mind, this seemingly honest servant's poker-faced expression, with its pair of dim, yellowish eyes, was constantly fixed on her plump, round buttocks, revealing an unspeakable lewdness and desire.
The Temple of Longevity.
Jiang Yingji looked around the furnishings with disgust. Although it belonged to the Yingluo Manor, she hadn't been here for many years.
If it weren't for Yutang, she would never have set foot here.
Jiang Hua chuckled. Judging from his appearance alone, the old man was remarkably lean yet vigorous, possessing an air of otherworldly wisdom. Even more astonishing was that despite his advanced age, his hair and beard were still jet black, his face was wrinkle-free, his skin smooth and rosy, and his eyes were kind and benevolent.
At first glance, it was truly difficult to discern his age, which explained why some high-ranking officials and powerful figures genuinely regarded him as an "immortal."
"Hehe, Yingji, what brings you here?"
Jiang Hua, accompanied by two young disciples, stroked his beard and smiled. Jiang Yingji frowned; she felt absolutely no liking for this "ancestor."
Just the mere fact that he had allegedly molested her during her teenage years… made her unwilling to utter a single word to this "ancestor," treating him like a complete stranger for so many years.
"So it was for little Yu Tang..."
"Hehe, of course, no problem. I'm practically her half-master..."
Jiang Hua didn't refuse, but Jiang Yingji shook her head, looking at him coldly, and said, "I must be present too."
She completely distrusted this old ancestor, and knew all too well that this old monster's methods were unpredictable. It wouldn't be surprising if even she fell for his tricks, so she had prepared a backup plan.
The old monsters behind her, the exorcists, were all ancient powerhouses. Although they weren't proficient in "witchcraft," they were more than capable of seeing through Jiang Hua's methods as a backup.
After speaking, Jiang Yingji turned and left...
Watching the beautiful figure disappear into the distance, Jiang Hua's gaze immediately darkened and deepened, and after a moment, a smile appeared on his lips.
His fingers curled into claws, kneading them as if savoring something, while his purple tongue licked her lips in a lewd manner.
He had already touched every part of her body, except for her hymen, which that man had gotten there first, but even that had been carefully explored by his tongue long ago.
Those unrestrained, luscious lips—before they were even lipsticked on, were already glistening with desire from his sucking.
Those delicate, snow-white feet in high heels—still slightly plump like a young girl's, their small, white toes, like snow-white diamonds, were being sucked and licked by him, each tender toe being carefully tasted until it turned red.
He had felt the soft, supple, boneless touch of her feet countless times with his face.
A tender, rosy bud, like a newly sprouted flower, hardened abruptly upon first stimulation under the lips and tongue…
And then there was the barren, delicate vulva…
Parting the plump, tender lips revealed moist, supple, almost translucent pink flesh…
This rare, exquisitely yin body should have been his exclusive possession, but tragically, it was ultimately deceived and taken by another man.
And that man's name was Li Zhiyu.
The utterly humiliating defeat he suffered over twenty years ago, against all odds, remained vivid in his memory, for it was the closest he had ever come to death.
Although he survived, he was forced to swear an oath never to lay a hand on Jiang Yingji, nor to take the virginity of any girl.
However, oaths are not omnipotent; he had already discovered their flaws…
Indeed, he couldn't act on his own initiative, but what about those who offered themselves up?
Moreover, once he achieved mastery of alchemy, he could even break free of such an oath.