Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 253: The Path of Lust

Chapter 253: Chapter 253: The Path of Lust

Yang Jian cast the Five Thunders Skill, causing the Jiao Dragon to cry out in pain. It grabbed Princess Long Ji and leaped into the dense forest to escape.

Yang Jian quickly revealed his true form and pursued them, diving into the forest as well, but the Jiao Dragon and the princess were nowhere to be seen.

It turned out that a stone cave had appeared on the ground, with dried leaves crushed all around and trees broken. The Jiao Dragon had drilled into this cave.

He laughed, "Just as Nezha said, a little Jiao Dragon causing trouble here meets me today; this is your fate."

"Attack!"

Yang Jian shouted sharply, turning into a breeze and following into the cave. Inside, it was pitch-black, with not a hint of light.

He then formed a spell with his fingers, and a flash of Three Samadhi Fire appeared between his brows, instantly illuminating the cave as bright as day.

Suddenly, a sharp maw lunged at him. The cave was not large, making it difficult to wield his long spear, so Yang Jian transformed it into a sharp sword and slashed at the creature.

It is said: With perfected swordsmanship, cut down the Jiao Dragon wherever it may be.

The monster cried out in pain and burrowed deeper into the cave. Yang Jian had held back his strength, not having seen Princess Long Ji yet.

Seeing the creature retreating again, Yang Jian laughed disdainfully and followed, entering a very narrow entrance. Inside, it was spacious, like the hall of the Kunlun Palace. The ground was even, and the princess lay on the ground, unconscious.

This place was a dead end, with only a small hole at the top through which sunlight shone down, illuminating the center of the stone cave.

In the center, a long weapon stood glistening—a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword!

Beside the sword on a stone, there was a bundle. Yang Jian picked up the sword and swung it twice; it felt very handy.

He then opened the bundle, finding a light yellow robe:

Light goose-yellow, thick as a copper coin. Bone protrudes like clouds, gleaming with morning glow.

Belonging to Wu and Ji, centered. Yellow and lush, a grand robe, gleaming all over with golden light.

He shook out the robe and put it on, then picked up the sword again. Remembering Princess Long Ji’s safety, he approached her, only to hear two children shouting:

"Grab the thief!"

Having a strong sense of honor, Yang Jian shouted, "Stop spewing nonsense! I have cultivated for many years; how could I steal your things!"

"The items are in your hands. If not you, then who stole them?"

Yang Jian found himself at a loss for words, but the weapon felt perfect in his grip, and he was reluctant to part with it. Upon seeing a murderous glint in his eyes, one of the children asked:

"Who are you?"

Yang Jian replied, "I am Yang Jian, disciple of Master Yuding, from Yuquan Mountain, Golden Mist Cave!"

Upon hearing this, the two children immediately prostrated themselves and said, "We are the Golden-haired Children of Wuyi Mountain, waiting here under heaven’s decree for our teacher. You have finally come today."

Yang Jian found this strange. After a few questions, he sent the children to Xiqi to join Jiang Ziya.

He then examined Princess Long Ji, lifting her into the sunlight. Only then did he notice she was an exceptionally rare beauty.

"Rumor has it that Princess Long Ji is the Heavenly Emperor’s own daughter. Befriending her could be valuable in the Heavenly Court." Thinking this, he flicked a finger of green light, and she immediately regained consciousness.

Princess Long Ji, not being an ordinary person, quickly understood what had happened and thanked Yang Jian.

Yang Jian inquired about her injuries. Long Ji mentioned her lower back, and, without overthinking, he offered his excellent external medicine to help treat it.

Princess Long Ji’s expression changed, but seeing Yang Jian’s sincerity, she reluctantly removed her outer robe and agreed to his request.

As she turned her back, revealing her smooth, white shoulders and partially exposed spine with a slim waist that could easily be held, Yang Jian couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Having cultivated for years, he hadn’t thought much about fantasies, needing to restrain his desires and maintain his virgin status. He hadn’t even practiced manual skills much.

Initially focused, the atmosphere now made him struggle to suppress his growing excitement.

"Ah... more gently, Taoist friend!"

Distracted while applying medicine, Yang Jian’s hand increased its pressure slightly. He quickly apologized and tried to focus, but his mind wandered even further.

Princess Long Ji, in pain, regained clarity, questioning why she was here when she had similar medicine in her abode. Annoyed, she wanted to end it quickly.

Yang Jian, unable to control himself, seized the opportunity to hold her from behind.

"Yang Jian! What are you doing!"

"Your Highness, this humble Daoist..." Flustered, Yang Jian saw no one around. Usually austere and dignified, his suppressed desires surged forth. Practicing Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill had unexpectedly kindled his evil tendencies, sealing Long Ji’s Qi Sea with two fingers.

Now, despite her Golden Immortal status, Princess Long Ji was but a weak woman.

Yang Jian, unable to restrain himself, pressed her thighs tightly, causing her pain, and she struggled to push him away.

"My lady, though you are a high-born princess and I am not, amongst Chan Sect’s third generation disciples, I rank first. This fortunate intimacy is not an insult to you but a blessing for Yang Jian."

"Yang Jian, you scoundrel!" Long Ji sobbed uncontrollably.

Usually mingling with cultivators, she disdained ordinary folks, feeling that those with great talent naturally ranked above others. Previously, people she met, respectful of her cultivation or status, treated her with utmost courtesy.

She never expected Yang Jian to act worse than an ordinary person.

Little did she know, cultivators often only cultivate the body, rarely the mind.

"I divined, and it’s an auspicious day. Why push away and miss a perfect moment?"

Yang Jian reached to untie her chest wrap. Powerless, Long Ji’s struggles couldn’t rival Yang Jian’s strength, and she, helpless, could only endure, sweat, and tears mixing.

Yang Jian took the opportunity to slip his hand inside her undergarments. Stunned, Long Ji tried to block him, but her clothes were already in tatters, leaving her no choice but to cling to her inner garment.

Yang Jian’s lustful laugh surprised even him, yet seeing Long Ji defenseless, he pounced. The warmth and fragrance against his chest, he kissed her face gently.

Long Ji, blushing and angry, turned her face to avoid him but couldn’t escape, her tears flowing.

Distracted in her sadness, Yang Jian exploited the moment to remove her inner garments completely.

In the stone cave, new blood of the begonia splattered, one an immortal falling to mortal dust, the other a deity revealing true nature.

So it is said:

A rare lecher emerges from Yuding Sect, Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill turns mysterious beast.

Heavenly Eye disregards three realms’ suffering, Immortal Rope binds mortal heart deeply.

A true prince masks a hypocrite, beneath goose-yellow robe lies a beastly heart.

Don’t say there’s no lust in immortals, just look at the Desire Forest in the Immortal Mountain!

Note: Wrote this plot early in the morning before heading out. I must be mad.

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