Chapter 810: Chapter 644: Future Son-in-Law of the Taixuan Sect The fire imprint on the ground is scorching; even through the clothes, one can feel the astonishing killing heat within the fire imprint. Baili An frowned and searched the ground with his hand for a moment. He sensed the hostility and killing intent embedded in the Fire Seal Formation, and instantly realized the reason behind Su Jing’s strange transformation at this moment. She is using killing to transform karma tribulation; in a place full of Malevolent Spirits, using killing to stop killing incessantly eliminates these spirits, which can counteract the demonized karma tribulation brought by the black rope karma water inside her body. Unfortunately, this Netherworld Dragon is a Nether creature born from the Heaven and Earth Nine Nethers, its spiritual wisdom is not inferior to that of humans. It sensed the use Su Jing made of this body and promptly suppressed the growth of Malevolent Spirits beneath the earth veins. It intends to let Su Jing be overwhelmed by the black rope karma water within her body, and then feast on it. Su Jing probably did not expect the Netherworld Dragon to possess such wisdom. Thus, she was caught in a dilemma, having no choice but to imprison herself, sealing all the killing angst within a mere three inches of ground. Thinking of this, Baili An couldn’t help but feel deep admiration for Su Jing. He recklessly entered the fire imprint, yet Su Jing managed to suppress her killing instinct with her nature; the stability of her Daoist heart was obvious. However, Baili An, with his sharp sense trained by Ning Feiyan, subtly noticed the direction in which Su Jing’s forcibly suppressed killing intent was developing. Though their lips were apart, a strand of indistinct, black-purple karma breath lingered between Su Jing and Baili An, ambiguously entwining in their mouths. Like wisps of smoke, it slowly converged from her side to his lips and teeth. At this moment, Baili An realized that perhaps Su Jing’s instinctual approach was the genuine solution to the current problem. There was still the enormous trouble with the Netherworld Dragon unresolved, and Baili An no longer paid mind to Su Jing’s teasing in her flat tone. He didn’t bother with even a word of polite small talk, merely sighed slightly and reached to hook her slender neck. After raising his head, he exerted a slight force with his arm, causing her to lean down. Softness akin to water pressed against his chest, while strands of hair slid gently over his ear. Layers of clothing interwoven, she seemed to be wrapped in a faintly cool aura, light and long, very pleasant. Su Jing’s hand rested on the black strands of hair on the ground between them, her already dark eyes grew deeper, as if something dangerous was poised to fall. Under the demonizing transformation of black rope karma water, she oddly quieted, her gaze eerily fixated on the youth beneath her as he raised himself. Her eyes were void of any light, unable to see anything, as she tentatively brushed her lips against the side of her cheek, searching. Like a kitten, sniffing and brushing, just as she touched the corner of her lips, fingers clasping her neck stiffened slightly, as if hesitating. But she didn’t give him time to hesitate, her eyes, cold as the long night, suddenly burned like wildfire ablaze. She opened her mouth and fiercely bit down, with a savage instinct as if to devour him, cupping his face with one hand, attempting to push him down forcefully. Baili An groaned, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth. Fortunately, he was prepared, grasping a handful of her silky hair in his palm. Adopting an assertive stance, he pried open her teeth, capturing fiercely, seizing the lingering soft and rich dark fragrance from her. The sudden dominance finally caused the cold and frantic woman to struggle to cope. The breathing scattered around his nose gradually became erratic; sweat brought on by searing heat permeated her skin, warming the gentle scent from her body even more on her sleeves and clothes. Read complete version only at Nov3lFɪre.ɴet She finally let out a quiet hum of restraint, her hand trembling slightly on Baili An, withdrawing as if escaping. Her porcelain-white face blushed layer by layer, her brows and eyes washed as if by water, her sweat-moistened eyelashes appearing even darker and longer. Baili An gradually adapted to the powerful infusion of the Lotus imprint, seeing her finally calm down, he suspected the Daoist Lotus successfully split into him, allowing her to regain a sliver of sanity. So he redoubled his efforts, as she kissed him intently, a hand like a sleek fish somehow surreptitiously raised his garment. Exposing a small section of his pale, firm waist. Her hand moved up and down, not hurriedly nor slowly, inexplicably with a hint of gradual nibbling as she soothed him. Baili An tightened his teeth, startled to bite her tongue tip, feeling as if his entire being was melting away with her hand, forgetting for a moment how to respond. If the person currently teasing him was Ning Feiyan, Baili An would only think she was playfully flirting with him. But this person was not Ning Feiyan, but the daughter of a righteous Immortal, residing among one of the world’s three great spiritual mountains, living above worldly concerns, strictly disciplined to support the Daoist populaces as her duty. The prolonged breath spilled over Baili An’s face as he recovered, his ears becoming scorching hot, extremely uncomfortable with Su Jing’s contrasting actions, trying to seize her mischievous hand. Who knew her hand seemed to have eyes on it, slipping like a fish over his waist, fingertips carrying a cool smoky meaning as they brushed across his side waist.