"As expected, he wouldn't stay still." Luo Shaowen looked down at the strange phenomenon happening to his body; he knew exactly what was going on.
The Pure Yang Heart was inherently in conflict with the Seven Sins Sect. Even if he used Zhao Zhiran's superb techniques and equipment to cleverly forge a "Pure Yang Body," he couldn't truly gain the Pure Yang Heart's approval.
Conquering Tang Lanyan was precisely for this reason; he had given the restless Pure Yang power within him a worthy opponent. Nothing tempered the body better than a fierce, evenly matched, and deadly act of intercourse. Of course, the War Queen wasn't so easy to conquer. His own strength was greatly diminished, and after being repeatedly overwhelmed by Tang Lanyan, he thought of his beloved niece, Luo Xuetang.
He knew about the Pure Yin Body. Over a decade ago, the injuries he sustained dealing with Li Zhiyu were far more severe than he had imagined, and his niece had been a great help.
However, this time, the situation had changed unexpectedly.
It wasn't that Xuetang's body couldn't nourish him anymore, but rather that the degree of nourishment exceeded his expectations.
His previously somewhat weakened Pure Yang Heart seemed to have received rain after a drought, subtly stirring and beginning to rebel and stir again.
He hadn't expected the Pure Yin Body to have such a significant enhancing effect on Pure Yang. This meant that he couldn't rely on Xuetang to improve his constitution in the short term; otherwise, it would be tantamount to nurturing a sun-like bomb within his body.
But he wasn't frustrated, because in the changes occurring in his Pure Yang Heart, he vaguely sensed the true reason for Li Zhiyu's strength.
The extremely potent restorative effects of a pure Yin body.
Now he finally understood that the renowned Queen of Shanghai, Jiang Yingji, must also possess a pure Yin body like Xue Tang. Only this could explain Li Zhiyu's extraordinary strength.
He also finally glimpsed the true method to tame "Li Zhiyu"—
A pure Yang heart and the Seven Deadly Sins are natural enemies. Although he was currently suppressing it with external forces, he was only keeping the pure Yang heart dormant; it wouldn't truly accept him.
Originally, he had no way to stop the pure Yang heart from remaining dormant; it was a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.
But now, he discovered that as long as he had sex with his niece, the pure Yang heart would be forced to intensify, making it difficult to remain dormant.
If he could further suppress the restless pure Yang heart, his control over it would deepen even further.
Capturing the War Queen, Tang Lanyan, at any cost, was probably the best decision he had ever made.
Only a powerful, agile body, as slender as a female antelope and as explosive as a leopard, possessing unparalleled vitality, could truly unleash the fighting instinct of the Pure Yang Heart.
And he, by utilizing the Pure Yin Body, could continuously repeat this process, ultimately turning the impossible into possible, and truly and completely controlling the Pure Yang Heart!
Standing to the side, Luo Qin trembled, unaware of what Luo Shaowen was thinking.
But that expression, seemingly materializing greed, like that of a ferocious beast, filled her with an indescribable sense of crisis.
Suddenly, she knelt down, her large eyes brimming with tears, crying, "Uncle... Waaah, don't... kill me..."
Luo Shaowen turned to her, giving her a half-smile for a moment, then said, "Why would I kill you? You're far more useful than those two idiots."
Women were incredibly useful to Luo Shaowen. While Luo Qin couldn't compare to Xue Tang, Yu Tang, the War Queen, or Zhao Zhiran, she was still naturally abundant in yin energy, making her useful to him.
He could satisfy his lust by having sex with her, and she would also be presentable at the banquet.
Contrary to popular belief, the banquet was actually very important to Luo Shaowen, not merely a means to win people over.
The Seven Sins Sect was born from the dark side of humanity; corrupting humanity and spreading this evil was its "mission," the very foundation of its existence.
Moreover, conquering women connected to the God of War was one of life's greatest pleasures.
Therefore, he wouldn't let the Demon Queen and Yu Tang go… and would ultimately have them appear at the banquet.
Luo Qin suddenly felt as if she saw a demon laughing. If her uncle had previously been somewhat cautious, as if afraid of being discovered,
now he was like a demon unleashed.
"Crawl over here."
Luo Shaowen, sitting on the sofa, said to Luo Qin.
The woman instinctively crawled over, her hips swaying. Her backless dress wasn't strapless; it was held up entirely by her youthful, firm breasts, which trembled as if they were about to leap out of their restraints.
Just as she crawled to Luo Shaowen's feet, a large, unusually hot hand slipped inside her dress, pulling out her white, smooth breasts and kneading them in its grasp.
"Ah...so hot~"
Luo Qin felt her breasts almost melting in Luo Shaowen's palms. His fingers, grasping her breasts, felt like five red-hot irons, yet not the scorching heat she had imagined. Instead, they forcefully melted into her body, like an electric shock, making her inexplicably weak and trembling with an unusual heat.
She moaned and looked up, only to see a scalding, fiery dragon before her.
The monstrous shaft, nearly as thick as a child's arm, curved slightly upwards, its surface adorned with pulsating, bulging veins. Its entire body was a dark reddish-black, taut and exceptionally glossy.
The glans was deeply swollen, like a purple egg, with a trace of creamy white fluid faintly visible in the folds. Amidst the rising masculine aura, there was a subtle, musky fragrance, like the slightly fermented vaginal aroma of ripe fruit mixed with milk and nectar.
Luo Qin's eyes widened in surprise, a flush of intoxication rising on her cheeks.
She was, of course, familiar with this scent. She had long noticed the unique nature of Miss Luo Xuetang's constitution; her skin was flawless, like fine curdled cheese, without a single blemish.
The love fluid possessed an unforgettable, musky fragrance, extremely rich and intense, as if fermented from fruits, cheese, and nectar in a flower field—fresh, slightly pungent, and intensely aphrodisiac, yet far from being cloying.