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"Can we start now?" Yvonne Hu asked, her voice trembling. With Shawn Young’s wolfish gaze sweeping over her—especially in front of her own mother, Vivian Fang—she couldn’t help feeling awkward and exposed.
"Yep, let's get started—I'm about to pour the Rooster Comb Blood on you two." Shawn Young pushed down his wild thoughts, stepped forward, picked up the bowls, and began to drizzle the blood slowly over the mother and daughter.
Since there was only a little Rooster Comb Blood in each bowl, Shawn Young was extra careful not to waste a drop. He leaned in close to their alluring bodies, letting the red liquid trickle down from their necks to their snowy chests. The blood flowed over their flawless skin, pooling at that mysterious spot between their thighs, soaking their panties in dark, glistening crimson—a scene that was both strange and wickedly suggestive.
Vivian Fang narrowed her eyes, feeling Shawn Young’s hot breath so close to her skin. It had been ages since a man had gotten this near, and her body was heating up, turning soft. When the Rooster Comb Blood soaked her panties, she instinctively squeezed her legs together, gently rubbing and letting out a dreamy, tempting moan. That sound made Shawn Young want to pin her to the wall and go wild—but now wasn’t the time. He had to hold back!
When Shawn Young poured the blood on Yvonne Hu, his 'big weapon' kept bumping into her—whether on purpose or not. The strong masculine scent made her, eyes squeezed shut, tense up and tremble. That’s the difference between a shy girl and a mature woman! "She needs some awakening. If I dual cultivated with her, she’d really open up!" Shawn Young thought.
At last, both bowls were empty. Yvonne Hu and Vivian Fang kept their eyes shut, lost in their own thoughts. Shawn Young cleared his throat and said, "All right! That’s done. Now you two sit on the floor and don’t move—I’m about to cast the spell!"
"Okay!" Yvonne Hu and Vivian Fang replied together, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
Once they were settled, Shawn Young placed two basins of clean water in front of them. He took a deep breath, trying to shove all those naughty thoughts out of his mind, and focused his energy. Breaking the curse would burn through a ton of Celestial Essence, so he couldn’t afford to mess up.
As Celestial Essence surged through him, Shawn Young’s mind linked to the Sea of Illusions. He formed sword-finger seals and began chanting the Nine Phoenix Purge Incantation: "Stars shift and constellations turn, radiant light flows—above the Ninth Heaven, below the Nine Earths, I call upon the Nine Phoenixes to purge corruption, destroy evil, summon divine envoys, descend with celestial might, unite the Nine Origins—by decree, be gone!"
Stepping forward, Shawn Young pressed his sword-finger to the center of Yvonne Hu and Vivian Fang’s brows. Two dazzling beams of white light shot out from his fingertips, channeling his Celestial Essence. The light slowly seeped into their foreheads, then spread through their bodies, reaching every limb and pore—this was the Nine Phoenix Purge Incantation at work, driving out evil and filth.
Soon, the skin of both Yvonne Hu and Vivian Fang began to twitch and ripple, as if something was squirming beneath the surface. Strange currents wriggled under their skin—Shawn Young knew these were the Soul-Leeches, agitated and trying desperately to escape.
Seeing this, Shawn Young realized the Nine Phoenix Purge Incantation was working wonders. He quickly summoned more power, chanting the Southern Blaze Incantation to boost his strength: "Heaven and earth, disperse all filth! Spirits of the eight directions, heed my command! Southern Blaze—purge!"
Suddenly, a white beam burst from his shoulder, flooding the room with radiant light. Two globes of white energy spun in the air, gently descending to envelop Yvonne Hu and Vivian Fang, wrapping them in a shimmering cocoon.
Crack! Crack! The sound of beans popping echoed through the room. Shawn Young gathered his strength and shouted, "Out!"
The white globes whirled around their bodies, emitting a strange whooshing noise. Suddenly, both Yvonne Hu and Vivian Fang felt a powerful urge to vomit. Unable to resist, they opened their mouths wide—"Blegh!"—and spat out a huge clump of pitch-black gunk into the bowls of water in front of them.
After throwing up the black mass, both women instantly felt refreshed, their bodies light and free, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Their spirits brightened and the gloom in their hearts faded away.
"Whew—done! Most of the Soul-Leeches are out of your bodies. You can open your eyes now." Shawn Young finished the ritual, wiped sweat from his forehead, and spoke from the side.
Yvonne Hu and Vivian Fang opened their eyes and saw, right in front of them, bowls of water crawling with dozens of dark red, wriggling bugs—Soul-Leeches! They squirmed like tiny leeches, disgusting and terrifying. Even stranger, the bugs quickly absorbed the water, swelling up like shiny little black snakes.
"Ah—gross! That’s so nasty!" Yvonne Hu screamed.
"Ugh—so creepy! Are these really Soul-Leeches?" Vivian Fang frowned, trying not to gag.
"Yep, that’s them! Those Soul-Leeches grew and multiplied inside you two. They’re fast and tough, and they love water. Now that they’re out, they’re sucking up all the water to survive. I’ll burn them with Tung Oil right away!" Shawn Young said, pulling out a bottle of Tung Oil and pouring it into the metal bowls. He flicked his lighter—whoosh!—and flames roared up.
In the scorching flames, the Soul-Leeches writhed and struggled, squealing in a creepy chorus. Yvonne Hu and Vivian Fang watched in horror, clutching each other tightly, their bodies trembling with fear.
The bugs were reduced to two piles of black ash, finally dead. Shawn Young let out a huge sigh of relief and collapsed onto the floor, feeling weak and dizzy. The ritual had drained him, but he forced a smile and said, "Phew—finally done! I’m wiped out. You two go wash up, I need a break!"
"Oh! Shawn, are you okay?" Vivian Fang asked, worried by his pale face.
"I’ll be fine. You two go take a shower! I’m heading downstairs for a rest—Lilian’s waiting for me." Shawn Young struggled to his feet, opened the door, and made his way downstairs.
Downstairs, Lilian Grace was anxiously waiting in the hall. She rushed over when she saw Shawn Young, pale and shaky, coming down the stairs. Grabbing his hand, she asked, "Shawn, are you alright? What about Aunt Fang and Yvonne?"
"They’re fine for now, but I’m exhausted. That curse-breaking ritual was no joke…" Shawn Young’s vision blurred and his legs gave out, sending him tumbling into Lilian’s arms. The sweet scent of her body filled his senses, and he thought, "Man, it feels good to rest here. I could sleep like a baby in her arms."
"Shawn, don’t scare me like that! Are you really okay?" Lilian Grace held him close, worried.
"I’m just so tired. Let me rest on your lap for a bit," Shawn Young said, seizing the chance.
"Oh! Okay, okay—sleep. As long as you’re alright." Lilian Grace agreed, not realizing Shawn Young was taking advantage of the moment.
Delighted, Shawn Young put on his best "weak" act, coughed softly, and whispered, "Lilian, sorry for troubling you…"
"It’s no trouble, really. You’ve been through a lot. Just sleep," Lilian Grace replied, her heart overflowing with care.
"Alright, I’ll sleep then—" Shawn Young took the opportunity to hug Lilian’s slender waist, his hand wandering a bit as he pressed her onto the sofa. Resting his head on her lap, breathing in her enchanting scent, he drifted off into a colorful dream. In his dream, he was riding atop Lilian, peeling off her clothes layer by layer, trying to part her tightly clasped legs—but no matter how hard he tried, she wouldn’t budge. Frustrating!