Longevity: Starting from the Qi Tags

Subsequently, Jiang Yuan’s eyes twitched slightly, and all the illusions vanished.

Mu Qianru watched Jiang Yuan’s motionless figure and a faint smile appeared at her lips.

She leaned in, her breath fragrant, and said, “Little brother, isn’t your big sister captivating?”

She then reached out to caress Jiang Yuan’s cheek.

Jiang Yuan however, was not in a rush, he was curious to see how intriguing the method of attacking the divine soul and mind was.

Preparing himself for any future encounters, he would be well-prepared.

“Hee-hee, you’re so handsome, and your qi and blood are so vigorous!”

Her icy fingers touched Jiang Yuan’s face, and upon sensing the robust yang energy emanating from him, she couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.

Then she sighed, “What a pity, while your physical body is strong, your realm is too low, your divine soul is insufficient. Otherwise, how could you fall into such a shallow illusion set by this Holy Daughter?”

Her finger lightly hooked Jiang Yuan’s chin and reassured, “Don’t worry, this Holy Daughter won’t take your life, just your belongings! As for your chastity, although it’s a perfect alchemical furnace, it’s a pity that this Holy Daughter doesn’t want to lose mine on you!”

At this moment, Jiang Yuan lowered his head to look at her hand reaching towards his chest and asked indifferently, “Are you done touching?”

The smile that was originally blooming like a flower on her face suddenly froze, and she looked at Jiang Yuan in astonishment.

Embarrassment crossed her face.

She quickly retreated a few steps, looking at Jiang Yuan’s eyes that had regained their clarity, “I underestimated you, I didn’t expect you to resist my Enchantment Technique!”

“But!” She smiled alluringly, “You’re still destined to be trapped in my hands.”

As soon as her voice fell, she began to dance. Her dance was enchanting and graceful, like a swan gallantly swimming among dragons.

It was as if hundreds of celestial maidens emerged from her body.

Each image was breathtaking, like dancing fairy maidens from the heavens themselves, too divine to be defiled.

Also like witches from the Nine Nether, soul-stealing!

Each image, wearing sheer garments, danced with a silhouette that appeared and disappeared rhythmically.

Her melodious voice poured into Jiang Yuan’s ears.

The bells hanging on her body turned into waves of demonic sounds echoing in Jiang Yuan’s spiritual platform.

“The Dance of the Heavenly Demon?” Jiang Yuan said.

“Correct! Little brother is knowledgeable!” Mu Qianru’s voice echoed from all directions.

Sometimes it seemed to whisper in his ear like a seductive witch.

Sometimes it seemed to originate from the clouds above like sacred incantations.

At this moment, Shu Xiaoxiao’s face was flushed, and a trace of deep longing shimmered in her eyes.

“Young Master~” She murmured.

Upon hearing Xiaoxiao’s voice, Jiang Yuan could not help but shake his head.

“What did this little girl see!”

Then, with a surge of energy, an invisible force of his divine soul instantly covered Xiaoxiao.

Her eyes slowly regained clarity.

Looking up at Jiang Yuan’s profile, her face involuntarily flushed.

Mu Qianru sensed Jiang Yuan’s aura and her initially chaotic steps became disorganized, her expression turned into one of shock.

The aura of the second level of the Spiritual Sea Realm!

It must be fake!

Have I fallen into an illusion?

She looked at Jiang Yuan in front of her and muttered to herself silently.

Especially seeing Jiang Yuan’s gaze still so clear, her heart sank.

No matter if it’s real or not!

Such tremendous potential definitely holds great qi movement, I can’t hold back anymore!

As she exerted her full strength, Xiaoxiao’s eyes became somewhat confused again.

“Young Master!” She looked up at Jiang Yuan, her eyes filled with longing.

Jiang Yuan looked at Mu Qianru who was dancing away with all her might and shook his head slightly.

Forget it! Testing my strength with her is meaningless.

Her so-called Dance of the Heavenly Demon mainly uses illusions to make people’s minds gradually succumb.

In front of me, despite not revealing my double pupil prodigy, all illusions are false.

Her so-called Dance of the Heavenly Demon, besides being visually appealing, has no effect on me.

He glanced again at Xiaoxiao whose gaze was somewhat unfocused, and realized he couldn’t delay any longer.

Then, Jiang Yuan’s voice rang out lightly, “Your dance is good! It’s a pity that I’m currently preoccupied and don’t have time to appreciate your dance!”

As soon as his words fell.

Jiang Yuan’s figure suddenly moved.

Mu Qianru was stunned, he’s so fast!

Could he see through my Dance of the Heavenly Demon?

At that moment, Jiang Yuan raised his hand and slapped.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh——

A river several dozens of feet wide suddenly emerged.

The massive waves reached the skies, thunderous in its path, where any trees within several dozen feet would be swept up in this turbulent torrent.

This river, coming down as though from the peak of a snowy mountain, brought with it an immeasurable force.

Not good!

Mu Qianru’s face suddenly changed, at this moment she finally affirmed, Jiang Yuan could see through her Dance of the Heavenly Demon.

The next moment.

Hum

The river suddenly turned into a ferocious roaring dragon.

Mu Qianru waved her hand, and a red umbrella suddenly appeared in front of her, flickering.

In an instant, the two collided.

Her figure continuously retreated.

The impact was so powerful that she was slightly taken aback!

But she wasn’t flustered; her cultivation level was threefold higher than Jiang Yuan’s.

Moreover, the red umbrella in her hand was a defensive dharma tool with eight forbidden arrays, she didn’t believe that she would lose just because her Dance of the Heavenly Demon was ineffective.

Depending on the protection of the umbrella in front of her, she retreated repeatedly, Jiang Yuan’s palm strike didn’t cause her much damage.

Just as she was about to sigh in relief, preparing to counterattack.

Jiang Yuan’s figure had already appeared in front of her.

Looking at the red umbrella in front of him, Jiang Yuan raised his hand and grabbed.

Mu Qianru’s figure stumbled forward, the umbrella in her hand suddenly slipped out, revealing her shocked expression.

Jiang Yuan took this opportunity to land a punch on her soft abdomen.

She was immediately sent flying backward, her soft waist bending backward like a shrimp.