[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 8] Chapter 8

Chapter Eight: The Temptation of Embracing the Moon "
This beauty is truly wonderful." Yang Cun's heart stirred. He glanced back at An Qiao and smiled, "No need, I'm

not hungry ."
He really wasn't hungry. He hadn't eaten much at the banquet yesterday, and after all that eating and drinking,

his stomach hadn't rumbled at all. He was being very kind, and he was full of energy, showing no signs of fatigue.
Damn it, if I always had this kind of energy, handling any number of women wouldn't be a problem, right? Hehe, my beloved

beauty, here I come! Yang Cun chuckled mischievously while maintaining a serious demeanor. Of course, he had important business to attend to;

primarily, he wanted to inquire about any new discoveries at Longchi.
Yang Cun walked out of Yipin Tower alone, though this was only on the surface. With Yang Shu's special instructions, quite a few people were

secretly protecting his safety. However, this didn't stop him

from being watched closely as soon as he stepped out the door.
Damn it, do you think I'm a pushover? Anyway, even if it's just to make up the numbers, I'm now a Fourth Dan cultivator, a Fourth

Dan master, understand? "Afraid of you flies?" Yang Cun thought arrogantly, finding a

reason to feel superior.
The streets were bustling and lively. Because Yang Cun was dressed in ordinary scholar's robes,

he didn't attract much attention in the crowd, except for his handsome appearance. He enjoyed this ordinariness. Compared to being

worshipped and feeling immense glory, this was more practical and, most importantly, safer.
First, he went to the clinic of Shi Jingtian's junior brother. They had made many

preparations he heard they were going to buy her a large plot of land. He wondered if it had materialized yet. If they hadn't, then Lianxin

and the others should still be on the mountain.
Shi Jingtian's junior brother didn't know Yang Cun's identity, only that he was his senior brother's friend. His attitude was friendly but also

quite casual. As Yang Cun went in to question him, the man, while taking the pulse, nodded and said, "Young master,

don't worry. My fellow disciples and I have found plenty of men. Our master will be able to move in soon."
With that one sentence, he gave Yang Cun the answer he wanted.

Yang Cun then politely withdrew, only to encounter Shi Jingtian, who was about to enter, at the door. The latter's face immediately showed respect. Knowing that Yang Cun disliked having his identity revealed, he could only bow and

say, "You've arrived?"
"Yes, no need to be so formal,"
Yang Cun replied and left without lingering. After taking a few steps, he turned back and asked, "

What did Old Master Chen do with that person?"
"Reporting to young master,"
Shi Jingtian quickly bowed, obediently replying like a schoolboy, "My father-in-law is waiting for your instructions. He

has already interrogated him, but there's no information yet."
"Good. Go back and tell your father-in-law to send someone to the Duke's mansion. Remember, I need

a living person."
A dead person is useless. He wondered who had

the leisure . Tu Hao? Heh...
"Yes, this humble subject remembers, I'll go right away." Ignoring
Shi Jingtian's uncomfortable flattery, Yang Cun's figure disappeared into the crowd again. When

the attending physician, Bai Shenyi, saw his senior brother arrive, his enthusiasm was different from when he saw Yang Cun. He quickly got up

and walked over, smiling, "Senior brother, you're here, why don't you come in? What are you doing standing at the door?"
Shi Jingtian walked out again, saying, "I have something to attend to, so I'll leave first. Please keep an eye on Master's manor

for a while ."
"Oh, okay, senior brother, don't worry, I'll personally supervise the construction this afternoon."
Watching Shi Jingtian leave in a hurry, Bai Shenyi was too embarrassed to ask any more questions.
Heading towards the mountain where Grandma Liu lived, the streets were crowded, making it unsuitable to use his internal energy to move wildly. He wanted to test

the power , but looking at the crowds coming and going, Yang Cun decided against it. "I'd better buy a horse and go. Otherwise, walking like this,

by the time I arrive, it'll probably be quite late." Yang Cun looked around but

couldn't find a place to buy horses. However, a unique gaze couldn't help but catch his attention.
Unlike the furtive watchers in the crowd, this gaze was unrestrained and bold, fixed on him,

making it hard to ignore.
"Damn, can you even spy so openly these days?" Yang Cun frowned in dissatisfaction and turned around abruptly. He

saw someone who shouldn't be there.
On the second floor of a teahouse across the street, the person watching him smiled slightly, bowed, and curtsied as he turned. The smile was gentle,

the movements charming and full of tenderness.
That alluring figure stunned Yang Cun for a moment. He murmured to himself, "Lan Yue?"
Indeed, standing in front of the open window on the second floor was Lan Yue, the famous dancer from Zui Sheng Lou. He had just performed a dance at Zhao Qinyun's

arrangement last night, and now he'd run into her on the street. What a coincidence. Yang Cun smiled without showing any emotion.
"Sir, my lady invites you for tea. Please don't refuse."
A young maid with her hair in two buns appeared beside him, her eyes filled with fear as she stared at Yang Cun.
"Oh? Then I'll trouble you to lead the way."
With a forced smile, Yang Cun decided to go up and see what was going on. What did this alluring beauty want?

To throw herself into his arms ? Heh heh, his nearly forty years of romantic encounters across two lifetimes had blossomed

brilliantly these past few days!
Damn it, heaven still had eyes and knew how to compensate.
Before even stepping onto the second floor, a faint scent of wine filled the air. Yang Cun's face remained amiable and docile,

but inwardly he couldn't help but sneer.
The first floor was packed with customers, bustling with noise, but the second floor was eerily quiet. Only a fool

would believe . This top beauty must be really rich. With such financial means, why didn't anyone help her redeem herself? Or was she

simply born with a taste for the life of having her arms embraced by thousands and her lips tasted by thousands? Of course not. In this era where

women have no status and can only depend on men for survival, which woman doesn't want stability? The wealthy one

is probably her master, right?
Yang Cun understood this in his heart, but his face still maintained the anticipation of seeing the beauty.
"That day, I was ignorant and offended Your Excellency, I deserve to die. Today, I have prepared wine and food, hoping Your Excellency will forgive my

ignorance of your noble status."
Lan Yue swayed again, kneeling half-squatting there, with no intention of getting

up . Her lowered head and brows perfectly embodied the allure of a seductive man.
Her skin was like jade, her face like a peach blossom, and her eyes, like silk, shimmered with a captivating charm, capable of effortlessly stealing a man's heart .

Soul. Today, Lan Yue wore a bamboo-colored palace dress with a plain-colored gauze over it, revealing a glimpse of her bare chest .

It was far more alluring than the demure dress of the other day, her cleavage on full display, making Yang Cun swallow

hard .
It was just an embroidered shoe, after all. Besides, it hadn't actually hit him. Why the endless apologies? Wasn't

she tired of using this as an excuse? Why didn't she just say she wanted to seduce him? Glancing at the rounded cleavage that revealed

her figure, Yang Cun fantasized about the feel of it before

stepping forward with a serious expression, deliberately adopting the demeanor of a gentleman. He took Lan Yue's arm and helped her to her feet, smiling as he said, "Why be so polite, Miss?

I didn't mean to blame you. Besides, didn't you apologize yesterday? Why bring up the past?"
"Ah..."
Without warning, Lan Yue stumbled, as if she had lost her balance, and suddenly fell into Yang Cun's arms.

A fragrant breeze wafted towards her, but Yang Cun didn't move, simply watching Lan Yue's performance.
The scene that should have been of a soft, beautiful woman in his arms didn't happen. In the nick of time, Lan Yue barely managed to steady herself,

looking up shyly with a feigned fear on her face, and said directly, "I deserve to die, I've been so rude to you, sir."
Yang Cun said it was alright, but he felt a little disappointed. Knowing full well that the beauty standing before him

was either a venomous thorn or a ruthless vixen, how could he still harbor the expectation of having her in his arms? Wasn't that just asking for

trouble? The ancients were wise enough to know the saying, "Lust is a knife above one's head."
While Yang Cun was agonizing over this, the beauty rose and offered him a seat with a charming smile, her figure graceful and

swaying. "It is truly my honor that you, my lord, have graced me with your presence. If you don't mind, I have

some knowledge of tea ceremony; how about I brew you a cup?"
she said tenderly, gazing at the moon as she poured wine for Yang Cun.
Her eyes sparkled as she fixed her gaze on Yang Cun's face, her allure tinged with a hint of reserve, making Yang Cun's heart

itch .
He picked up the wine cup, held it to his nose, inhaled the aroma, and took a small sip before smiling and saying, "It is indeed

fine wine ; then I will trouble you, young lady."
Yang Cun's face remained calm, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was no longer a virgin, and fortunately, the first courtesan he

encountered was the beautiful Lianxin. If he hadn't experienced the pleasures of a woman, he

didn't know how embarrassing he would be right now.
"Yes."
Bowing her head in greeting, Lan Yue showed no surprise, exuding confidence, as if she had known all along that Yang

Cun couldn't escape her grasp. She swayed her slender waist and retreated, kneeling down beside a small table.
Only then did Yang Cun notice that a tea set had already been laid out on the small table in the corner of the room. It seemed this wasn't a chance encounter, but rather something planned

. However, Yang Cun was displeased with Lan Yue's confidence, extremely displeased.
Damn it, you think you can take me down with that pretty face? Compared to her, the beautiful Lianxin is also a stunning beauty.

Although the two aren't in the same category, with the An sisters and Li Caiyu added to the mix, I refuse to believe I'm

inferior you. Oh, and there's also the demoness from the Demonic Sect. He wondered what it was like to be with a vixen;

she had already been so enchanted by his playing the flute. If he were to pin her down and ravage her… just thinking about it made him want to slap

himself . Why did he have to act like a gentleman

? If he had simply taken her body in the world of Vajra Seal, she wouldn't have almost killed him in Suzhou. Now he was left only with longing, unable to have her.
Looking at Lan Yue kneeling there, every movement deliberately seductive, Yang Cun felt a surge of

resentment. Seducing her, huh? Be careful, or I might unleash my beastly nature and make you suffer. He wondered

what would happen if he used all the methods he used on Li Caiyu last night on this woman. Of course, if necessary, he had

many other ; after all, those 6V films he watched in his previous life weren't for nothing.
Lan Yue, who was washing tea and boiling water, blushed suspiciously. She gave him a coquettish glance and said sweetly

, "Master, looking at me like that makes me really uneasy."
Yang Cun then realized that he had been staring at her half-hidden cleavage, drooling. He figured

his gaze must have been incredibly lewd, and tried to hide it by saying, "Your beauty is truly captivating." But
secretly, he despised himself.
He'd already played with and tasted those perfect breasts, and now he was drooling over a pair he couldn't even see clearly?
It was strange, though; Lan Yue's every smile and gesture seemed to possess an infinite magic, captivating men

.
She was indeed a star; she had some skill. Taking a sip of wine, Yang Cun's gaze became even more

unrestrained , boldly fantasizing about the beauty before him. He wasn't afraid of being slapped for his actions.
For a moment, the room was silent, except for the faint sound of noise from downstairs. The steam rose and fell, and the beauty's every movement

exuded a unique charm. Her face was full of coquettishness, and her alluring eyes would occasionally glance at Yang

Cun , impossible to shake off.
The steam gave her originally jade-like cheeks and neck a delicate pink hue, making her look

exceptionally seductive. Yang Cun's gaze, even more unrestrained than before, was imperceptible to Lan Yue. She smiled seductively at Yang Cun and

poured boiling water into the teacup.
Under the allure of her captivating smile, Yang Cun's manhood stirred, lying beneath him, eager to begin.
Unbeknownst to him, several cups of wine had been consumed. Just a whiff of the strong liquor told Yang Cun to put down his cup

and stop drinking, for he was already on an empty stomach and was beginning to feel slightly tipsy. Getting any more drunk wouldn't be good.
Through his hazy, drunken eyes, Lan Yue appeared even more alluring. Only she could make the tea-brewing process so

captivatingly alluring. No, I must teach An Qiao this when I get back, so I can satisfy my cravings

in .
Just then, I saw Lan Yue carrying a tea

tray .
"Please, Your Highness, have a taste,"
she said, kneeling down. Her straight back was perfectly upright; how could she be so dignified?

Yang Cun chuckled inwardly at this sight. He reached for a cup, but Lan Yue turned away, slightly blocking

his movement, and smiled, saying, "This servant will serve Your Highness."
Without rising, she placed the tea tray on the table and brought a cup to Yang Cun's lips.
This girl was quite direct, and Yang Cun wasn't embarrassed; he opened his mouth and drank the tea from Lan Yue's delicate hands.
A bittersweet taste mingled with the fragrance rushed down his throat. After finishing it, as Lan Yue reached for another cup, Yang Cun's

back suddenly stiffened. He suddenly remembered Gao Lianxin. Oh
no! He'd been tempted by her beauty and actually drunk it like that. What if she, like Lianxin before, added something to it when

she .
When the next cup was brought over, Lan Yue noticed Yang Cun's strange expression. Her eyes flashed, she smiled, and brought the tea

to her own lips, sipping it without hesitation.
Yang Cun understood the meaning behind this simple action; this beauty was shrewd and calculating. He raised an eyebrow, smiled, and grabbed Lan

Yue's hand, gulping down the remaining tea. He then clicked his tongue in admiration, "Tsk tsk, this tea is really

fragrant."
His words were ambiguous. He bent down slightly, his face only centimeters away from Lan Yue's, closed his eyes, and took a deep

breath , savoring the moment. He added, "But you smell even better."
The fragrance of roses was intoxicating.
Yang Cun caught a fleeting look of disgust in Lan Yue's eyes, and his smile deepened. So this girl

was forced? Interesting.
It was impossible to discern anything beyond shyness on Lan Yue's face. She struggled slightly, and when she couldn't break free,

she smiled sweetly and said, "My lord, is it that my tea doesn't suit your taste, and you don't wish to drink it anymore?"
Yang Cun, believing he had seen through Lan Yue's thoughts, chuckled inwardly. He didn't release her hand,

but instead used his other hand to lift her chin, lowering his head and gently pressing his lips to hers, saying, "I still prefer

the taste of a beautiful woman."
Sensing her struggle as their lips met, Yang Cun didn't point it out.
Lan Yue readily complied, handing him the tea tray and placing it on the table. She then hooked her arms around Yang Cun's neck and

whispered, "If my lord doesn't mind my plain appearance, then I will serve you."
With that, she extended her delicate tongue and offered it to Yang Cun's mouth.
Because Lan Yue remained kneeling, her head tilted back, passively receiving Yang Cun's kisses while seated on the stool, she found it difficult and strained,

her breathing becoming unsteady and labored, even becoming slightly labored.
An unintentional movement caused Yang Cun's eyes to darken. He pulled her up from the ground, draping her across his lap

, and unceremoniously took her offered tongue into his mouth, sucking on it while his hand moved to Lan Yue's breasts.
Unlike the previous women's naiveté, Lan Yue's flirting skills lived up to her reputation. Her tongue, once inside Yang Cun

's mouth, actively explored, teasing his tongue as it swirled within. As Yang Cun wantonly kneaded and played with her

breasts he felt a buzzing in his head, and his erection became erect.
Perhaps sensing the change in Yang Cun's body, Lan Yue's actions became bolder. Her small hand slipped inside his clothes,

pressing against his chest, slowly teasing his nipples.
Yang Cun's breath hitched, and a burning sensation rose in his lower abdomen.
A moment of confusion flashed through his mind; he couldn't even tell whether he was playing with her or she was playing with him. One

thing was certain: he wanted her, desperately wanted her, and couldn't wait to enter this woman's body and

release his pent-up desire. His aroused lust grew restless, and his penis swelled even more. Yang Cun released his lips and buried his face in Lan

Yue's jade-like neck, licking and sucking fiercely, his hands applying even more force, kneading her shapely

breasts they lost their form.
"Mmm...Master, be gentle..."
Lan Yue's soft moans rang out at close range, like a tiny, hairy insect burrowing into his heart

. A surge of blood rushed to his head, and Yang Cun felt as excited as if he were under the influence of drugs. He stood up, sweeping the cups and saucers off

the table ,

and without any tenderness, he pressed Lan Yue down on top of him, simultaneously grabbing her already flimsy clothing and ripping it hard.
The "swish" sound was exceptionally clear in the space filled with gasps for breath. His eyes reddened as he looked at

the unperturbed beauty beneath him, Yang Cun lowered his head and bit down on her nipple, which trembled alluringly in the light.
"Ah..."
Lan Yue's soft moans immediately rang out. She clutched Yang Cun's head with both hands,

tears , and pleaded, "Master, Master, please be gentle...it hurts..."
Yes, Yang Cun was doing it on purpose. His sharp teeth were now aimed at her body; it was no wonder she was in pain. Having been

so easily aroused by this woman, how could Yang Cun let it go? Since he didn't intend to take her for the time being,

he had to at least leave a memento. To be fair, Lan Yue's body was beautiful, especially her alluring breasts.

The only thing Yang Cun could think of upon seeing them was the snow-white steamed buns he'd seen during the New Year in his previous life. One glance was enough to make his mouth water

uncontrollably. The areolas surrounding her cherry-like nipples were a dark red,

unlike .
The woman he was now pinning down on the table possessed a mature body. Only when Lan Yue

could no longer bear the pain and began to sob did Yang Cun release her. A ring of teeth marks was now visible on her snow-white breasts,

hidden within the dark red mark. Even with the crimson color, Yang Cun was still not satisfied, continuing to lick and tease

her breasts, coating them completely with saliva. When Lan Yue showed signs of arousal, Yang Cun grinned and continued to bite.
After this happened several times, her jade-like body was covered in spots, and Lan Yue's eyes

welled up with tears from the pain. She bit her trembling lower lip, but even so, she showed no sign of displeasure.

She glared at Yang Cun and said coquettishly, "Your Highness is so cruel! Are you planning to bite me to death like this? It really hurts

."
With a wicked smile, Yang Cun looked up at her, forcefully parted Lan Yue's legs, and with a sudden thrust, slammed his thigh into

her already slightly wet lower body before saying, "Bite you to death? Such a delicate beauty, this Highness can't bear to do that."
"Mmm..."
Such stimulation immediately elicited a moan and a seductive cry from Lan Yue, a sound that went straight to the bone. Lan Yue's

eyes became hazy, and she trembled as she hugged Yang Cun's arm, saying tenderly and shyly, "Your Highness's heart is made of stone.

Just consider it pity. When you pity me, please be gentle."
This was a blatant invitation. The time was ripe; if nothing happened, it would be a real shame for his

erect member. While Lan Yue's eyes lost their clarity, Yang Cun's lecherous gaze, typical of a lustful scoundrel

, cleared. After a moment of restraint, Yang Cun bit Lan Yue's neck again.
It wasn't that Yang Cun was a dog who liked to bite, especially women; it was just that his member was painfully swollen, throbbing with desire.

If it were any other woman, there would be no need for such agonizing effort; why would he need to bite to control himself? But this

woman wasn't someone he could simply take off her pants and leave, or

easily settle by taking her as a concubine. Yang Cun knew he couldn't act impulsively, absolutely not.
Damn it, wasn't this torture? Being able to see and touch but not touch was

truly . How could he not leave his mark on his pent-up desire?
Amidst Lan Yue's seductive screams and groans, Yang Cun still bit her skin until he tasted

blood whispering in her ear, "I have things to do today. I'll pamper you properly another day."
Then he stood up and left before Lan Yue could react, his steps unsteady, more like a

hasty retreat .
His neck was bitten, blood seeping through the teeth marks, quickly congealing. The bright red stood out starkly against the snow-white skin.

Lan Yue lay motionless, her body limp, her desire aroused by Yang Cun through various means, her

mind racing , yet she couldn't understand. The Duke of Zhenguo was clearly aroused too, so why had he run away? Could it be… he

was impotent?
This thought sent a chill down her spine.
"Miss, the Prince wishes to see you,"
a figure entered silently. A
barely perceptible glint flashed in Lan Yue's eyes. She silently rose, pulled up her torn clothes, casually draped

a cloak over herself, and followed the newcomer.
Meanwhile, Yang Cun, whom Lan Yue believed to be impotent, was now utterly miserable, hiding in a deserted

alley
, suffering terribly. "Damn it, I'll never do something like this again. It's killing me!"
Looking at his robes bulging like a tent, Yang Cun, burning with lust, was filled with regret.

He had intended to make the other suffer and teach him a lesson, but his own willpower had failed him, and he was suffering along with him. Seeing

that the alley was quiet and deserted, Yang Cun simply sat down on the ground, clasped his hands loosely, and began to regulate

his breathing . Otherwise, he would have difficulty even walking in his current state.
Four inner cores emerged from his body and circled around Yang Cun as he meditated. Two were pure, one was half gold and half

black, and looked somewhat turbid. Another was gold, as if it were made of pure gold, and the last one

was bright red, blood red, shimmering with an eerie light.
In Yang Cun's consciousness, it was like stepping into a world of fire; heat was the only sensation. His

mouth was dry , his steps were unsteady, he was drenched in sweat, and most importantly, he was drowsy and couldn't muster any energy. With each

step, he could feel the burning heat coming from the soles of his feet.
"Damn it, is this the Flaming Mountains? Where am I supposed to borrow Princess Iron Fan's banana leaf fan?" He
cursed fiercely, but Yang Cun couldn't even spit out a drop of saliva. His vision was blurry,

and he had no idea what strange place he had ended up in.
He tried to use his willpower to sense it, but found himself completely dizzy and disoriented.

He couldn't feel his own body, let alone his strength. This feeling was so similar to… a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. Shivering in his comfort,

Yang Cun recalled this feeling, somewhat like the sensation he had experienced as a soul in the Vajra Seal world.
Could it be… could it be that I'm dead? Yang Cun was terrified. He opened his eyes abruptly, his vision filled with the cold bluestone slabs.
He looked around blankly. It was still the alley he had entered in his lustful rage; everything

was the same. He was still sitting as he had before, though he knew something was wrong, but he couldn't quite grasp it.
"Where did I go just now?"
That feeling of isolation and bewilderment was too real for Yang Cun to truly believe was a dream. He

muttered to himself as he got up, feeling unusually light. The burning pain of lust was gone.
"Hehe, this is a good method. If my second son becomes disobedient in the future, and I don't have a woman to deal with him, I can just

meditate to extinguish the fire. I wonder if it will have any effect on my health."
Yang Cun, who was walking away, did not notice that a small piece of bluestone where he had just sat had appeared

charred , but it quickly returned to normal.
Stepping out of the alley, he saw a middle-aged man waiting there, with a sallow face, an ordinary person who wouldn't attract much attention

. He anxiously looked inside. Seeing Yang Cun pacing out, he quickly turned and left. With a cold laugh,

Yang Cun strode forward and flashed behind the man, slamming his large hand heavily on the man's shoulder. He sneered, "So

eager to help? Then find me a horse."
"Ugh..."
Using only twenty percent of his strength, the man vomited blood. Turning back to look at Yang Cun, his ashen face turned a sallow yellow,

tinged with a bluish tinge. His lips trembled as he said, "Sir, spare me! Sir, spare me! I was just passing by, just passing

by! I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything!"
He coughed several times, spitting out another large spurt of blood. He seemed seriously injured.
Was he faking it? Yang Cun didn't think he could kill someone with a casual slap. He rubbed his chin

thoughtfully , a wicked look on his face, and said, "Just passing by? If you're just passing by, then you're probably

of no use..."
"Sir, I'm not just passing by, I'm not just passing by! There are horses here, please wait a moment, sir."
The ashen-faced middle-aged man hurriedly nodded and bowed, then turned and walked away, as if Yang Cun behind him were a wild beast.
Yang Cun, who had only acted to teach the man a lesson and hadn't expected him to actually return, didn't stop him. After the man left

, he continued walking, but after only a few steps, he heard the "clatter" of hooves behind him. He turned around

and couldn't help but laugh.
Well, there really are such obedient people these days.
Satisfied, he took the reins from the pale-faced middle-aged man's hand. To show his friendliness, Yang Cun wanted to pat him on

the shoulder, but the man knelt down with a "thud," tears and snot streaming down his face, kowtowing repeatedly, "Sir, spare me,

spare me ..."
"Uh..."
Yang Cun paused for a moment, looking at the man with a bit of helplessness, and then changed his outstretched hand to grab his head. It seems bad guys

still have some deterrent effect. Yang Cun ignored the middle-aged man, mounted his horse, and chose a relatively quiet street to leave

the city.
It was still early, and the mountain path wasn't too difficult. Unlike the misty morning, everything around him was very

clear. Thinking that he would soon see Lianxin, Yang Cun was filled with anticipation and didn't feel tired at all.
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