LWGP - Chapter 261
Chapter 261: Pink
The potency of a poison gas is demonstrated in two ways.
1. It's so fast that it's difficult to dodge and difficult to cure.
2. It's so subtle that it's difficult to detect, and still difficult to cure.
The pink poison gas Wang Jiu and the others were now facing belonged to the first category. It was fast and troublesome, a special poison gas that acted on both soul and body. No one managed to avoid it, including Wang Jiu.
The moment she was hit, a familiar feeling washed over her—she remembered the first few days after the game launched, when she had obtained a bed.
It was a huge bed, with a single purpose—everything served the purpose of "sleeping."
Back then, it had taken her a considerable amount of time to adapt. But now... sorry, she couldn't adapt.
Desire and lust.
Desire: The urge to possess the beauty of others.
Lust: The release of one's own desire.
Fortunately, it was only Wu Geng at the moment. To be honest, Wu Geng was a coarse man; neither his looks nor his build matched Wang Jiu's aesthetic standards. And she was a person who was picky to her very bones. For the first one or two seconds, she could barely resist the poison's effects.
Wang Jiu noticed that only one negative status was currently displayed in her status bar, and it had a rather long name—Pink Memories.
This... was truly toxic.
And in those one or two seconds, Wang Jiu seized the opportunity to retrieve the Spirit Core and was about to flee.
The dragon's body had already melted away like a curtain of dew, revealing several treasure chests. Everyone was now exposed to one another without any cover.
Naturally, besides Wang Jiu, the most attractive people, Mo Ran and Xing Yao, had also been hit by the poison gas.
As emperors, one was rumored to have countless lovers but in reality had always been diligently building his empire, while the other had crushed all the men of an era, was insulated from love, and could satisfy all her aesthetic needs just by looking at herself in the mirror every morning. Neither of them had much need for "desire."
But this time, they couldn't resist either. Mo Ran bit her pearly teeth, her pink, moist lips turning a shade of crimson under the pressure.
It was too overpowering, so much so that they didn't even have time to pay attention to the treasure chests.
Weakness, fatigue, unable to use their spirit power, their bodies aching all over as if they were ordinary people. All their skills were grayed out and silenced.
Just as Mo Ran sensed something was wrong, a dark shadow flashed before her eyes. She saw Master Huai Ying and another person suddenly attack, their advance ferocious.
It was obvious that there was a reason Liu Jin and Hao Tian had taken a liking to her in the past. At this moment, she was also being targeted by Master Huai Ying and his companion.
Startled, she knew she was no match for them and was about to retreat when Xing Yao came up from behind and blocked them, shielding Mo Ran behind him.
Master Huai Ying and his companion had lost their reason. Furthermore, everyone was in the same weakened state, no different from ordinary people. The advantage lay with whoever had more people. Xing Yao couldn't hold off two people by himself. Mo Ran drew a short sword and swiped it across Master Huai Ying's throat.
Master Huai Ying retreated, a curved blade from under his sleeve about to counterattack.
The advantage of the First Spacetime was in martial arts and spirit cultivation. In terms of fighting skills, Master Huai Ying and the others could easily dominate people from other spacetimes, including Wang Jiu.
They truly couldn't win in close combat.
However, Mo Ran and Xing Yao only saw Mo Chunqiu, who ranked fourth in the Mt. Buzhou Sect, get struck in the neck by a swift knife-hand from Wang Jiu, who had appeared from behind.
Taking advantage of this, Mo Ran and Xing Yao immediately swept up more than half of the treasure chests and decisively turned to flee into a corridor.
The tip of the blade pierced his throat but failed to completely sever his head because Wu Geng had arrived from behind. Wang Jiu fled as well.
In pain, Mo Chunqiu pulled out the blade and, along with Wu Geng and Master Huai Ying, chased after the trio of Wang Jiu who had already retreated into the corridor.
The corridor connected to many passages. Wang Jiu ran in front, leading the way, as her soul was the strongest and could see the path ahead.
The distance between them and Wu Geng's group gradually widened.
"We can't keep running. The stamina drain is too severe."
Although it had a rather romantic name, Pink Memories was actually extremely tyrannical. Not only did it dispel all positive statuses when it took effect, but it could also eliminate other negative statuses, leaving the poisoned person with only this one status.
Its negative effects primarily targeted desire, but to make this desire irresistible, it even caused people to lose their strength, becoming ordinary and weak.
This was pretty much the same as having all other negative statuses combined. In any case, Wang Jiu and the others were afflicted. After running through just a few corridors, they felt as exhausted as an ordinary person who had just run a marathon.
However, if they were like this, Wu Geng and his group were probably in a similar state. So, stopping should be fine. At the very least, they needed to recover.
Mo Ran leaned lightly against the wall, unable to control her slight panting. But she also inexplicably heard other panting, followed by the sound of someone bumping against the wall.
She froze and looked back, only to see Xing Yao pinning Wang Jiu against the wall, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her waist.
Mo Ran was very surprised. In her view, Xing Yao had undoubtedly lost his composure, unable to resist the desire within him, and was therefore... on Wang Jiu. But she quickly realized she couldn't blame Xing Yao, because the moment she saw this scene, a powerful impulse within her was madly driving her to get closer.
This poison was too terrifying.
Mo Ran was ruthless with herself. She bit her tongue, using the pain to stimulate herself and forcibly avert her gaze. But she still caught a glimpse of Xing Yao trying his best to control himself, saying to Wang Jiu in a low voice, "You should go."
Wang Jiu was also affected, but she was much better off than Xing Yao and Mo Ran. At least she didn't have the impulse to actively "attack" them. Instead, she was the one being held by Xing Yao.
"You're holding me down. How am I supposed to go?" Wang Jiu's voice was a bit hoarse and weak, but her thoughts were still relatively clear, which made Xing Yao feel a rare sense of embarrassment. Especially the collarbone and soft waist he could feel under his palm, which felt like burning charcoal, making his palm scorch. He wanted to move it away, but he was afraid he would regret it if he did.
"Sorry." Cold sweat beaded on Xing Yao's forehead as he forced himself to let go, his fingers even trembling from the pain.
Just as Wang Jiu moved a step to the side, she happened to glance at Mo Ran not far away. As if thinking of something, she squinted at Xing Yao. "No wonder you told me to leave. Afraid I'd get in your way?"
Xing Yao and Mo Ran: "..."
What do you mean by that?!
Xing Yao was so angry he laughed. He pressed one hand against the wall, his fingers gripping so hard that they scraped off stone dust, and gritted his teeth. "Both of you, go together!!"
Wang Jiu: "??? Then you might as well leave and make room for her and me."
Are you insane!
Xing Yao: "..."
Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, then she understood. Her emotions surged, aggravating the poison's effects. The taste of blood from her tongue couldn't suppress its rampage. She glanced at Wang Jiu, for whom she usually felt not the slightest bit of goodwill, and a blush crept onto her cold, snow-white face.
Damn it, this blasted poison is utterly tyrannical!
Doesn't it even care about the target?
She would rather choose anyone at random than get involved with Xing Yao or Wang Jiu.
Unable to bear it, Mo Ran decisively wanted to leave this side room, but she faintly heard subtle sounds coming from other distant corridors within the ruins.
Was that Wu Geng and the others?
System: "Do you really think being with Wu Geng and his group is better than being with Wang Jiu or Xing Yao?"
System: "Your Majesty, search your conscience and tell me."
Shut up!
As Mo Ran hesitated, she once again suppressed the impulse within her, but she couldn't hold back a gasp. Just then, Xing Yao couldn't hold back either. He lowered his voice, his teeth seemingly biting into his own heart as he said something to Wang Jiu.
"If you say one more word of nonsense... I definitely won't be able to hold back."
"Wang Jiu..."
He really couldn't hold back. As he said this, he inadvertently saw Wang Jiu—whether intentionally or not—lick her lower lip. Her thin lips became moist, pink like a blush.
Her expression was cold, keeping others at a distance, but her eyes held a soft charm, as if she were sizing him up, being picky, yet not refusing.
It was an extremely provocative and alluring gesture, endlessly stirring one's desire to conquer.
Under normal circumstances, Xing Yao would definitely have been able to resist, but not now.
He was provoked.
Even the charm this woman exuded at all times from their past interactions seemed to stack up and explode all at once.
In an instant, Xing Yao took a breath and suddenly grabbed Wang Jiu's arm, pressing her against the wall again.
Just as he lowered his head, his lips, which should have been mixed with the blood from biting his tongue, were about to touch that cold, soft skin.
A hair's breadth away, a voice crossed the distance and reached his ears first.
"Have you thought this through? If something really happens, I'm not taking responsibility."
Xing Yao froze. Then, his waist was embraced by Wang Jiu's hand. She pressed her body closer to his, their bodies lightly touching, allowing him to vaguely feel the contours of her form.
This was a triggering proximity.
Thirty percent seduction.
The other seventy percent was probably because Wang Jiu stood on her tiptoes and breathed into Xing Yao's ear like an orchid, "Of course, if you can't get over it, it's fine. You don't move. I'll do it."
The magic was in those five simple words.
You don't move. I'll do it.
The deep breath Xing Yao had taken got stuck in his throat. Before he could say anything, he saw Wang Jiu frown and glance outside. She suddenly said to the two of them, "Someone's approaching."
Xing Yao and Mo Ran were startled, thinking they had to escape.
Wang Jiu frowned and said coldly, "What are you still standing there for? All three of us, together. Let's cure the poison quickly. Is your life more important or your pride? Besides, it's not like it's a painful experience. You won't be at a disadvantage."
She wasn't deliberately causing trouble; she genuinely didn't think it was a big deal.
Whether it was who moved and who didn't, or all three together.
Compared to her, Xing Yao and Mo Ran seemed pretentious. Wang Jiu's way of thinking and personality were so formidable that she appeared normal, while they were the ones who seemed abnormal.
Mo Ran was decisive, after all. After enduring to her limit, she finally made a decision, but said with great difficulty, "I don't need to. You two go ahead."
She was unwilling to go out and face Wu Geng and the others, nor was she willing to couple with the two of them.
Either endure or die; there would be no other choice.
Seeing this, Xing Yao gave a bitter smile and also sat down cross-legged. They both chose to fight against this terrifying poison.
Wang Jiu glanced at them and said coolly, "I just don't get it. Is it really that hard to let my soul possess you and take care of the poison? You'd rather die? Your morals are so noble."
Xing Yao and Mo Ran were stunned.
Uh, she meant letting her soul possess them, not... that?
The two emperors who had let their minds wander were uniformly embarrassed, but they both concealed it. Mo Ran glanced at Wang Jiu and realized that this person was clearly enduring the desire as well, yet she still had a wicked smile on her face.
She did it on purpose, deliberately teasing them.
Mo Ran said with a straight face, "No, it was a misunderstanding. If such an operation is possible, I would trouble you to proceed."
She had seen Wang Jiu operate on Xing Yao before, and there were no side effects. Although Wang Jiu's character wasn't great, she was still trustworthy.
Mo Ran was resolute. Xing Yao glanced at her, wanting to say something but holding back.
He wanted to tell Mo Ran that the feeling of being possessed was actually quite... never mind. It was better than being tortured to death by this poison. Besides, Wu Geng and the others would surely catch up soon.
Wang Jiu's style was always efficient. Since Mo Ran agreed, Wang Jiu didn't say another word and pulled out a book.
《The Joyous Union Art》.
As the two of them felt awkward, Wang Jiu flipped through the book. "Don't be anxious, let me take a look first. There should be records of this kind of thing in here..."
You don't have to explain. Just watch the instructional operation. We don't want to understand the principles!
Fortunately, Wang Jiu quickly found what she was looking for. She directly separated her soul from her body and possessed Mo Ran. Then... out of courtesy, Xing Yao turned around and closed his eyes, but he couldn't block his hearing.
Mo Ran regretted it.
She regretted it so much.
Unable to resist glancing at Xing Yao's back, Mo Ran bit her lip and endured.
That man did it on purpose. He didn't tell her what it felt like to be possessed by a soul.
It was too... Mo Ran almost wanted to separate from her own body to escape this feeling of ultimate intimacy.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on her cheeks. Her expression was like a blood-soaked rose battered by a sparse night rain. Her breathing was restrained, yet difficult to restrain. She could only lightly brush her fingers over her eyelids and bite her lip.
When it was finally over, in a daze, Mo Ran even forgot to check the change in her poison status, lost in a trance and wandering thoughts.
A short while later, when she felt Wang Jiu's soul leave, that feeling... was one of extreme emptiness.
Hearing the sounds from Xing Yao's side, Mo Ran also closed her eyes.
It was over quickly. Wang Jiu's soul returned to her own body.
Neither Xing Yao nor Mo Ran mentioned what had happened before, focusing instead on their own status.
Pink Memories had changed, but the status still existed. It had just become—Unfulfilled Memories.
What the hell!
The game designer is toxic, and that Long Aotian is toxic too!!
Xing Yao and Mo Ran quickly glanced at each other, resolutely not mentioning the content of the status. But they were both a bit hesitant, because they weren't sure what Wang Jiu would do for herself next.
Neither he nor Mo Ran could perform a soul possession, so the only way was...
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.
Wang Jiu had returned to her own body and glanced at them. "You're done with yourselves, but you're not concerned about what I'm going to do?"
Xing Yao: "As long as you need it, both of us can cooperate."
Mo Ran didn't speak, but she didn't deny it either. She just thought of a very soul-searching question: she and Xing Yao didn't have souls and couldn't perform the same operation, so to cure Wang Jiu's poison, was there only one method left?
Then what was the point of her and Xing Yao letting Wang Jiu's soul possess them before?
Either way, they would have to... She didn't know who Wang Jiu would choose.
Wang Jiu, however, didn't seem to care much and just said casually, "No need. I was already satisfied in your bodies just now. I even profited."
She said it so lightly. Xing Yao and Mo Ran: "..."
Quick, is there any topic that can change this awkward atmosphere?
There was.
Xing Yao: "Let's make a pact. This matter must not be leaked."
Wang Jiu: "Oh. Whoever leaks it will be cursed to have Pink Memories as their permanent status."
That... that vicious?
Lao Wang is truly Lao Wang.
Mo Ran and Xing Yao: "Agreed."
Just as the three were about to make the pact, a strange spatial fluctuation occurred. In just a second, a person appeared.
The three of them turned to look at him in unison, and he looked back at them.
Although it was a spiritual soul-based approach, the operational effect was similar, and the situation looked quite... suggestive.
All that was missing was a post-coital cigarette, and the faint pink gas still lingered in the air.
The newcomer was bald, with a refined and scholarly appearance. His eyes were wise and insightful. He grasped the cause and effect in minutes.
Thus, he put his palms together, bowed apologetically yet awkwardly while maintaining his politeness, and said, "Greetings, three benefactors. Am I interrupting?"
The three of them: "..."
It was Wang Jiu who spoke first. "Huai En?"
Huai En: "Long time no see, Benefactor Ah Jiu. You've been poisoned. I should have a way to deal with this poison. Do you need help?"
It was clearly a friendly statement, but it put the three of them in a difficult position.
If they said the poison was already cured, what would he think?
If they said it wasn't cured, could they refuse his help? But once he got his hands on them, he would probably be able to see the truth.
And for such a tyrannical poison, could he really cure it? Why didn't you come earlier, you bald donkey!
Perhaps their hesitation revealed something to Huai En. He was taken aback and subconsciously glanced at Wang Jiu. That look... was hard to describe. In any case, the bald donkey put his palms together again in front of the three of them and said with great compassion, "Amitabha."
He looked at Xing Yao and Mo Ran with pity and regret, the kind of compassion a monk would have for victims.
The three of them: "..."
Mo Ran and Xing Yao suddenly felt that although the Third Spacetime was the youngest, it produced monsters.
One Wang Jiu was enough, and now there was another mysterious monk with a power level of one million.
Perhaps seeing that Huai En had misunderstood Wang Jiu, Xing Yao took the initiative to say, "Master, you've misunderstood. This..."
But Huai En smiled tactfully. "Benefactor, there is no need to explain. This poor monk understands."
No, I don't think you understand.
Just then, the sound of fighting came from outside, right in the corridor outside the side room. Two groups of people were fighting.
As they fought, someone was cursing.
"Oh ho, you, Wu Geng! Usually so sanctimonious, yet you engage in such shameless acts with Huai Ying and the others. And to think those cultivators regard the Mt. Buzhou Sect as a sacred place of Daoism. I see you're just a bunch of lustful demons!"
Wu Geng was furious. "Bai Qiushui, don't you dare slander my Mt. Buzhou Sect."
Bai Qiushui: "Slander? Are we blind? Look at your faces, brimming with lust. Who knows how many years you've been messing around. You really knew how to put on an act in the past."
Mo Chunqiu: "Nonsense! We were poisoned."
Bai Qiushui: "Oh ho, so you really did cure the poison!"
Mo Chunqiu: "You!"
Master Huai Ying: "What's with all the nonsense? Kill them!"
Amidst the chaotic battle, an attack broke through the wall and flew directly into the side room, crashing right into Wang Jiu's group of four.
Bai Qiushui was stunned. He quickly scanned the four of them, and his mouth twitched, especially after seeing Huai En. "This poison is that powerful? Even the bald donkey got hit?"
Huai En: "??? No, benefactor, you've misunderstood."
Wang Jiu immediately stopped Huai En. "Master Huai En, there's no need to explain. They all understand. The Buddha said, if I don't descend into hell, who will? To save people, a little sacrifice is necessary. Why care about the opinions of worldly mortals?"
Huai En: "..."
With so many people with an average attribute of one million facing off, a chaotic battle should have broken out. However, with the addition of Huai En, Wang Jiu's side was now stronger than Wu Geng's, because the people from the Miezhou Demon Sect were also attacking them.
This was an opportunity not to be missed!
Just as Wang Jiu and the others were about to make a move, the ruins suddenly shook, and the space began to disintegrate.
What was happening?
The ruins were inexplicably starting to collapse...
As Wang Jiu was feeling suspicious, she suddenly sensed a strange fluctuation.
It was the aura of a soul and a body merging. She was most sensitive to this!
Huh?
An idea quickly formed in Wang Jiu's mind. Could it be?
Swoosh! Wang Jiu swiftly darted out of the corridor and soon returned to the place where the dragon's body had disappeared. At this moment, amidst the endless mountain of gold coins, a corpse suddenly sat up.
Spirit Child Daoist.
A soul had merged into its body.
"Long Aotian!?" Startled, Wang Jiu wanted to stop it, but she was a step too late.
Boom!! After the soul and body completely merged, the Spirit Child Daoist, now Long Aotian, opened his mouth and let out a dragon's roar.
The vast space and billions of gold coins all melted into liquid, infinitely compressing into a golden fluid that flowed back onto his body, forming a suit of ancient golden armor.
The System was suddenly surprised: "Gilded King Armor?!! This is one of the three original King Armors of Earth. I can't believe it was on Long Aotian!"
This was new information; Wang Jiu hadn't known this before. But she knew about the three original King Armors from Yin Lao's memories. It was said that they were King Armors forged by the founder of spirit cultivation.
It could be said that they were far more advanced than mecha. They were the earliest "mecha" in the history of primates.
But there were only three sets, mysterious and powerful, and they had been lost for many years. No one knew where they were. She never expected to see one here in Long Aotian's ruins.
She also never expected it to be such a massive mountain of gold coins.
This Long Aotian seemed to be very skilled at illusion and disguise.
As Wang Jiu was pondering, Long Aotian, now wearing the Gilded King Armor, raised his hand and blasted a palm strike at her.
His killing intent was palpable. He probably wanted to kill her to get the Spirit Core.
Bang!! Wang Jiu met his palm with one of her own and was forced back several steps. Long Aotian, however, didn't move. Wearing the Gilded King Armor, he was too strong. Wang Jiu was no match for him. But Long Aotian's face darkened, and he suddenly shot upwards, tearing open the space of the ruins and escaping.
Because Mo Ran and the others had all caught up from behind, Long Aotian didn't dare to face them head-on and directly retreated.
The others also saw the situation and had no intention of letting him go. They all transformed into streaks of light and chased after him.
The strongest group of people from the three spacetimes flew out of the collapsing ruins and into the vast, icy sea and snowfields.
Wang Jiu and Wu Geng were the fastest, closely following Long Aotian. But before they could catch up, they saw the bastard suddenly turn around and fly back, crashing straight towards them.
Was he seeking death? Or was he trying to seize the opportunity to kill Wang Jiu or Wu Geng?
Before their surprise could last for three seconds, they suddenly understood, and their expressions all changed drastically.
Ahead, the Eternal Night descended.
This time, the descent of the Eternal Night was the strongest wave any of them had ever encountered.
That Eternal Night Overlord was still standing on his shuttle, leading a hundred-man legion behind him. These one hundred mecha warriors were all powerful mechanical nobles with an average damage output of over one million. They had descended with only one purpose.
To kill the powerhouses of the three spacetimes!
And Wang Jiu suddenly felt a chill in her soul... that Eternal Night Overlord was looking at her.
His gaze was cold and merciless. He drew his blade, and a river of blades sundered the heavens!
At the same time, a large-scale descent of the Eternal Night Race also occurred over Gobi, Huaxia City, and other major cities. Qing He and the others stood on the city walls, looking at the sky filled with dense starships and mechanical troops, and fell silent.
In this battle, the sky had turned dark.
Because this time, the Eternal Night Race that had come was too numerous, too strong!
It seemed that before the fight even began, they were already meant to despair.
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