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Her once clear, watery eyes were now veiled with a misty haze, her gaze unfocused, filled with primal desires and longings.
"Master Long Yan..."
She murmured as if in a dream.
Her body, like a beautiful snake dehydrated, instinctively coiled around her.
Then, she tiptoed and kissed Long Yan with her irresistibly alluring, burning red lips…
"I... feel so bad..."
Chapter 204 Huanji Wants 'Happiness'! Pure Yang True Qi, One Shot, Soul-Piercing
Faced with Huan Ji's kiss, which was full of primal allure under the influence of the drug, Long Yan's eyes remained completely unmoved.
He understood that this was not her intention, but rather that the evil "pleasure" drug was burning away her reason and controlling her body.
"Amitabha."
He softly chanted a Buddhist mantra, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to carry a strange power of calming and soothing the mind, causing Huan Ji's dazed movements to pause slightly.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, Long Yan swiftly pressed several acupoints on Huan Ji's meridians with his fingers like a sword, temporarily sealing her rampaging blood and qi.
Then, without hesitation, he laid Huanji flat on the ground and made her sit cross-legged.
"excuse me."
After speaking softly, Long Yan extended his warm, dry right palm and gently placed it on Huan Ji's smooth, flat back acupoint.
next second!
A vast, pure, and supremely powerful golden Buddhist energy, like the rising sun, flowed continuously from his palm into Huanji's body.
This is the most fundamental pure Yang true energy that Long Yan cultivated after refining the Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing!
This true energy is not only incredibly powerful, but it also contains the miraculous power to cleanse the world of all filth and purify all evil spirits!
Once the true energy entered Huan Ji's body, it was like a golden dragon, rapidly flowing along her meridians.
The "pleasure" drug raging wildly within her body was like a cold, viscous, purple poisonous mist.
The golden dragon and the purple poisonous mist instantly engaged in a silent yet breathtaking battle within Huan Ji's meridians!
"Um……"
Huanji let out a muffled groan of extreme pain.
Her body trembled violently, veins bulging under her skin, sometimes as cold as ice, sometimes as hot as lava!
This is the inevitable reaction of two completely opposite energies clashing violently within her body!
If an ordinary person were to suffer such an impact, they would probably have already lost all their energy and died from their body exploding!
But Huanji's body was extraordinary. The powerful regenerative ability of the "Source of Life" played a crucial role at this moment, firmly protecting her heart and repairing the meridians damaged in the impact.
Long Yan's expression was extremely focused and solemn.
He carefully manipulated his pure Yang energy, like a highly skilled surgeon using the most precise techniques to peel away the stubborn purple poisonous mist from Huan Ji's meridian walls, bit by bit. Then, he gently enveloped it with Buddhist power, slowly "dissolving" and "purifying" it.
This process is extremely mentally taxing.
Large beads of sweat seeped from Long Yan's forehead and slowly slid down his angular face.
Time passed by minute by minute.
After an unknown amount of time, the raging purple poisonous mist within Huan Ji's body was finally completely purified by Long Yan's vast pure Yang true energy!
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Long Yan slowly withdrew his hand and let out a long sigh of relief.
At this moment, the flush on Huanji's face subsided, and her breathing became steady and long again.
She slowly opened her eyes.
In those eyes that had regained their clarity, Long Yan's slightly tired but concerned face was reflected.
She recalled her shameful outburst.
An indescribable feeling of shame and gratitude welled up inside me instantly.
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“Long Yan… Master… I…”
Her voice was still somewhat hoarse and weak, and a charming blush involuntarily rose on her cheeks.
"No need for further words." Long Yan gently shook his head, interrupting her. "Although the poison has been neutralized, the medicine has caused considerable damage to your body. You will need to rest for a while after you return."
As he spoke, he naturally lifted Huanji up from the ground around the waist.
"Let's go home."
She was held firmly in Long Yan's strong arms, feeling the warmth of his chest and the steady, powerful heartbeat.
Huanji gently rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
At that moment, she felt like the safest and happiest person in the world.
Outside the window, a bright moon hangs high in the sky.
The cold moonlight streamed into the already ravaged hall, casting long, long shadows of the two figures leaning against each other... a knife.
Chapter 205 Master Longyan, thank you
The moonlight was as clear as if it had been washed.
The cold, clear light shone on the broken walls and ruins of the Rakshasa Palace.
The night wind howled, passing through the huge hole that Long Yan had blasted open with his fist, stirring up shards of glass and dust, and also blowing his slightly tattered monk's robe.
Long Yan carried the seemingly weightless Huan Ji, step by step, out of this sinful ruin. Behind them lay the lifeless remains of the Night Demon, and the faint scent of sandalwood lingering after being purified by Buddhist light.
His embrace was the most secure rock in the world. Huan Ji nestled within it, like a weary bird returning to its nest.
Although the strange poison in her body has been neutralized, the double strain on her mind and body has made it difficult for her to even open her eyes.
She pressed her cheek against Long Yan's firm, warm chest, quietly listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat.
“Dong…dong…dong…”, each sound like the evening drum of an ancient temple, dispelling the fear and chill deep within her soul. That wandering, frightened heart finally found its harbor.
Long Yan didn't speak, but held her and walked at a moderate pace through the shadows of building rooftops and back alleys in the dead of night in Hong Kong.
The light and shadow of this city that never sleeps flashed past them like streaks of light. The dark corner that once suffocated Huan Ji in despair now appeared peaceful and harmless under the faint golden Buddhist light naturally emanating from Long Yan.
She even had the leisure to count the neon lights flashing on the high-rise buildings, feeling that they were no longer cold, but like warm stars in the night sky.
Suddenly, a nauseating roar, mixed with pain and rage, came from the dark, narrow alley filled with garbage.
A stench filled the air as several monstrous beasts, transformed from those who had taken "happy" drugs, were drawn by the scent of living people, like wild dogs drawn by the smell of blood, and burst forth frantically from the garbage heap and the darkness.
They had lost their human form; their muscles were twisted and knotted beneath their skin, their mouths dripped with foul-smelling saliva, and their eyes were filled only with a primal greed for flesh and blood.
Huanji instinctively clutched Longyan's clothes, her body trembling slightly. These lives, twisted by "happiness," were a boulder weighing on her heart, a nightmare she could not escape.
However, Long Yan didn't even put her down. He stopped, his gaze calmly sweeping over the approaching monster. There was no anger or fear in his eyes, only a deep, all-encompassing compassion.
He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered a few Buddhist mantras imbued with supreme majesty.
"Vajra Lion's Roar!"
"Buzz!!!!"
A ring of golden sound waves, visible to the naked eye and seemingly solid, suddenly spread out from him.
This is not simply a physical sound wave, but a Buddhist mantra for subduing demons that directly affects the soul, representing the ultimate manifestation of righteousness and Buddhist power.
The demonic beasts froze in mid-air, their violent, ominous red light extinguished instantly, like a candle flame blown out by a gale.
Then, like puppets with broken strings, they collapsed silently to the ground, their bodies quickly turning to ashes and dissipating in the night wind.
Their souls, utterly distorted by drugs and desires, were completely shattered by this solemn lion's roar, achieving ultimate purification and liberation.
Throughout, Huanji only felt the constant warmth of Longyan's embrace and the reassuring Buddhist chants that rang in her ears like the tolling of an ancient temple bell.
She slowly raised her head, gazing up at Long Yan's profile, which appeared even more handsome and resolute in the moonlight. The last trace of fear in her heart vanished, replaced by unprecedented awe and indescribable admiration.
After an unknown amount of time, the city's hustle and bustle gradually faded away.
Long Yan carried her to a secluded rooftop terrace overlooking the entire Victoria Harbour.
In the distance, the lights of thousands of homes fall like stars to earth, and the moonlight and neon lights are reflected on the sea, like a magnificent Milky Way flowing quietly.
“Master Longyan…” Huanji’s voice was so soft in the night wind that it was almost inaudible, yet incredibly clear, “Thank you.”
Long Yan gently put her down, letting her lean against the railing beside him, and together they gazed at the dazzling sea view in the distance. He calmly replied, "It was nothing."
"No..." Huanji gently shook her head, her clear eyes reflecting the city's prosperity, yet shrouded in an unyielding sorrow and self-reproach. "You saved my life, but I... am the source of all this disaster. The Oni Clan is right, it was me... it was me who brought 'happiness' to this world... My 'source of life,' which can bring withered trees back to life and make springs sweet in our land, has become poison that creates monsters here... Am I... a sinner?"
Her voice trembled, filled with the anguish of self-doubt. She couldn't forgive herself, whether intentionally or not. She wished she had never possessed that power.
Long Yan remained silent for a moment.
He turned his head, and in the moonlight, for the first time, he gazed intently and deeply into Huan Ji's eyes. His gaze was as deep as the starry sea, as if it could pierce through all her vulnerability and unease.
“Look at these myriad lights,” he began slowly, his voice deep and powerful, like the highest sacred chant, capable of soothing the wrinkles in one’s heart. “Under each lamp lies a story, a story of joy and sorrow, good and evil. Power itself is neither good nor evil; good and evil reside in the heart. Whether your ‘source of life’ is a spring of sweet water or poison does not lie in the water itself, but in the person who uses it.”
He reached out and gently brushed away a strand of hair that had been ruffled by the night breeze from Huanji's cheek with his fingertips. His movements were natural and gentle, unlike those of a martial monk who had just experienced a life-or-death battle; he seemed more like a considerate older brother.
"The demonic forces steal your power to do evil; their sins are theirs, not yours. If you are trapped by your inner demons and imprison yourself because of this, then that is the real sin, that will cause pain to your loved ones and joy to your enemies."
His words, like a warm ray of light, precisely shone into the darkest, dampest corner of Huanji's heart, dispelling the long-suppressed gloom and self-doubt.
“Your power is not the source of evil.” Long Yan’s gaze was firm, as if it could give people endless courage, “but rather the hope to end this evil. It began because of you, and it will also end because of you.”
Huanji stared at him blankly, tears glistening in her eyes. These tears were no longer tears of pain and self-blame, but tears of gratitude for being understood and redeemed.
Unable to contain her surging emotions any longer, she gently rested her head on Long Yan's strong shoulder, feeling that unique sense of peace.
Long Yan's body stiffened slightly, but he ultimately did not push her away. He could even smell the faint fragrance of her hair, like grass after rain.
The two nestled together quietly, gazing down at this world, scarred yet still beautiful. The night breeze carried the salty dampness of the sea and the freshness of the rain.
Before we knew it, the eastern sky was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.