Heart Tugging Golden Needle.
This was a treasure of the Hua family, forcibly implanted into Mo Hua's sea of consciousness to suppress the divinity of this 'Divine Shaman.'
Mo Hua's divine sense was profound; ordinarily he was not wary of this Golden Needle and rarely affected by it. But at this very moment, the needle suddenly surfaced, emanating an extraordinary divine mystery that instantly eroded Mo Hua's reason, stirred up the desires in his heart, and confused his nature.
From the Jade Fragrance Pavilion below, intimate murmurs, like demonic sounds, poured into Mo Hua's ears, constantly arousing his carnal desires. Even using the heavenly demonic law of Severing Emotions, Mo Hua could not cut off these desires. Because the 'anchor' of his humanity—his Little Junior Sister—was right beside him at this moment. The more he tried to sever it, the more stable the anchor became, and the stronger the thoughts in his heart grew.
Mo Hua couldn't help turning his head to look at the person beside him.
At this moment, Bai Zixi was in disguise, wearing the Concealing Cicada Cloak, a gold-thread Dao robe, and a painted-skin mask, appearing as an elegant, handsome man. But this disguise was made by Mo Hua himself, and with his divine sense, he could see through layers of concealment to his Little Junior Sister's true form. He could see her graceful figure and her flawless, beautiful face.
Since childhood, Mo Hua had been devoted to formations. His pure Dao heart had almost never harbored lust between man and woman. But now, the Hua family's nine-colored Golden Needle was drawing it out bit by bit, like fine wine, becoming stronger and stronger.
The Dao heart was supremely clear, but affection was at its peak. In Mo Hua's heart, an indescribable longing for his Little Junior Sister arose.
He quickly restrained his mind, not daring to think too much, and shifted his gaze upward to look at her face. But that exquisite, dreamlike countenance instantly shattered Mo Hua's defenses again. Especially when he saw between her crystal-clear, rosy lips, Mo Hua couldn't help thinking, 'What does Little Junior Sister's lips taste like?'
This somewhat dangerous thought had barely arisen when Mo Hua forcefully suppressed it. But as soon as he pushed it down, desire surged back like a flood, overwhelming him.
Mo Hua couldn't help leaning closer to Bai Zixi's lips.
Bai Zixi was stunned. She could sense that her little junior brother's state was off—his mind was unstable, his emotions roiling violently. She was about to wake Mo Hua when she suddenly caught sight of his eyes.
These were eyes she had never seen on her little junior brother before. His gaze was usually clear and bright, occasionally dazed when looking at her, but only for a moment. Now, his eyes were deep as the sea, as if holding an unfathomable intensity of emotion. The obsession at the bottom burned like fire, making her heart feel hot.
For a moment, Bai Zixi's ice-like heart fluttered, and she forgot to react.
In that brief hesitation, Mo Hua had drawn close to her face. Bai Zixi could see up close his serene, gentle face, like a painting, and those captivating eyes. Seemingly infected by Mo Hua's intense emotion, Bai Zixi's heart trembled, and she inexplicably felt confused.
Their foreheads pressed together, their flawless faces mirroring each other, like a pair of heavenly beauties. Their breaths were inches apart, as if they could feel each other's breathing—one like an orchid's fragrance, the other as clear as ink.
Their breathing grew heavier, emotions brewing, as if a string were tugging at both their hearts, trembling violently. Both were trying to suppress their feelings, but under the burning passion, their lips couldn't help drawing closer.
Just as their lips were about to touch, a karmic stir occurred in the void. Bai Zixi seemed to sense something, her mind suddenly clearing; she knew some things must not be done. Flustered, she reached out and gently pinched Mo Hua's waist.
The pinch was somewhat painful. Mo Hua gradually came back to his senses, his eyes clearing. They both stopped, frozen in place.
But their foreheads were still touching. Mo Hua could still see his Little Junior Sister's delicate skin, her near-perfect face, her red lips close to his mouth, and the orchid-scented breath between them. The intense emotion from moments ago still lingered in the cramped space. Mo Hua's desire was immediately stirred again.
But a slight lift of his eyes to see Little Junior Sister's bright gaze sent a blush like fire across his face, turning it red as an apple.
Bai Zixi wanted to say something, but seeing her usually thick-skinned little junior brother blushing like a fruit, her heart trembled again, and she didn't know what to say either.
In an awkward and ambiguous atmosphere, they stayed pressed together for a while longer, then had to slowly separate, foreheads no longer touching, the distance between their lips growing. Mo Hua felt a loss. Bai Zixi's heart also felt inexplicably empty.
They sat there, at a loss, like two children who wanted to do something wrong but didn't succeed, not knowing what to say or daring to look at each other.
After who knows how long, they spoke at the same time: 'Li—' 'Jun—'. But as they spoke, their eyes met again, thinking of what had just happened, as if the breath of each other's lips was still there, and they quickly averted their gazes.
This time, both tacitly said nothing more.
Mo Hua crouched aside in a daze, his mind blank, not knowing what to think. Whenever he tried to think, his mind was filled with images of Little Junior Sister—her moving eyes, fair skin, exquisite face, and—
Mo Hua quickly shook his head, forced himself to focus, calm his mind, and enter meditation. But this time was different. Usually, he would quickly enter a state of stillness, like still water. Now, even trying hard to meditate, his mind was unsettled, still full of Little Junior Sister's just-now captivating appearance.
Mo Hua sighed inwardly. 'No wonder Master said that as one grows up, thoughts multiply, and meditation gets worse...'
He again had to gather his mind, force himself into focus, spending twice the usual time to barely stabilize his mind.
Once his mind was somewhat steady, Mo Hua gradually remembered where he was and why he was here. At the same time, he keenly sensed another suspicious point: Why did I suddenly get confused? Because Little Junior Sister is too beautiful? That might be—but she's always beautiful, and I've never been this confused before... Is it because of that Golden Needle?
Mo Hua could vaguely feel that it was the Hua family ancestor's Heart Tugging Golden Needle that had stirred his heart, aroused his desires, and suppressed his reason and divinity. 'It must be the Golden Needle's fault! It disturbed my Dao heart!' Mo Hua nodded, fully believing that he himself had no problem.
But then another question arose: Why did this Heart Tugging Golden Needle choose this moment to disturb my mind and suppress my divinity? Mo Hua frowned. Everything that arises has a cause. With his keen divine sense and meticulous mind, he wouldn't believe it was a coincidence. The sudden activation of the needle must have had a specific 'trigger.'
With this thought, Mo Hua's heart tightened, and he noticed that the intimate sounds of a man and woman still echoed in the narrow space under the beam. It was the sounds of pleasure between Miao'er and that Dao Court Department man. This sound had aroused Mo Hua's desires—or rather, triggered the Golden Needle in his sea of consciousness. That was normal, but Mo Hua still felt something was off.
He calmed down, eliminated all distracting desires, and listened carefully to the sounds of pleasure once more. He indeed sensed something and, his expression changing slightly, whispered, 'Union...'
Back in the Great Wilderness, Lord Zhuge had said that the Hua family's Heart Tugging Golden Needle was an ancient treasure of the Union Sect. And this woman named Miao'er—her sweet talk and intimate murmurs at first seemed merely erotic sounds of love between men and women. But after meditating and filtering out distractions, listening carefully, these sounds contained a special method for stirring human desire. This kind of method, related to men and women, almost certainly was some kind of secret technique of the Union Sect. It was this Union Sect secret technique that had triggered the Union Sect ancient treasure—the Golden Needle in his sea of consciousness.
Bai Zixi was surprised, 'Union?' Mo Hua turned to look at her, but as he did, influenced by the lingering emotion, his gaze involuntarily fell on his Little Junior Sister's lips—crystal clear, rosy like jade, gleaming faintly. The thought, 'What do Little Junior Sister's lips taste like?' once again lingered in his heart. Though the Golden Needle's effect was suppressed by his meditation, his heart still raced, and his gaze held a trace of heat and panic.
Realizing his mind was disturbed again, Mo Hua quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at his Little Junior Sister, especially her lips. Bai Zixi, having seen his gaze, guessed his thoughts, and her heartstrings trembled; she too lowered her gaze. They were like two children who had done wrong, each looking down, but still talking normally.
Mo Hua said, lowering his head, 'This woman... called Miao'er... should be from the Union Sect...'
Bai Zixi also kept her gaze lowered, 'How do you know?'
Because of the Heart Tugging Golden Needle—but this wasn't something Mo Hua could explain well, so he said, 'I... guessed...'
'Oh...' Bai Zixi murmured softly.
Then they were both silent for a moment, then startled: Union Sect! That means—
Both leaned over the beam to look below. At that moment, Miao'er and the man were still being intimate. Their clothes were half removed; the man lay while Miao'er was on top of him, kissing. But now, there was something different. The man on the couch was no longer moving much, as if asleep. The woman called Miao'er was still kissing, but it seemed more like she was 'sucking' something.
Mo Hua's pupils contracted; he could see a kind of 'yang energy' from the man being drawn into Miao'er's mouth. The harder she sucked, the paler the man's face became, lost in a haze like a pig being butchered.
'Is this... Union Sect's harvesting?' Mo Hua couldn't help exchanging a glance with Bai Zixi; both saw surprise in each other's eyes. It wasn't unusual for the Union Sect to exist, nor for them to harvest men. But that a Union Sect female cultivator could sneak into the largest brothel in Houtu City of Kun Prefecture as a courtesan and openly harvest a Dao Court Department cultivator—that was audacious to the extreme. In these years of peace under the Dao Court, when demonic paths were hidden, it was nearly impossible. But now, the world was indeed changing...
Mo Hua's gaze turned grave.
Bai Zixi whispered, 'What do we do?'
Mo Hua thought for a moment, looked again at the Dao Court Department man being harvested by Miao'er, his eyes shifting, and shook his head, 'It's not that simple. Let's watch first...'
Bai Zixi nodded.
While they were whispering, below the beam, the woman called Miao'er seemed to have had her fill. She got up from the man, looking still unsatisfied, dressed herself, and sighed softly with a smile, 'The taste of a strong man... truly extraordinary...' She patted the man's cheek and cursed with a coquettish laugh, 'You men are all unfaithful; your mouths full of sweet talk, but in your hearts, you see one and want another, wishing you could change women every day... Today, you've fallen into my hands; it's your fortune. When I tie you up and lock you below, I'll have cloud and rain with you every day, making you feel ecstasy, sucking all your yang energy dry... I'll have to work hard, sacrificing myself to serve this lecherous man, to keep this love rat from going out to harm other sisters...'
Miao'er laughed sweetly, beautiful yet like a man-eating demoness.
But Mo Hua's eyes flickered. 'Tie you up... lock you below?' What was below? The Union Sect's prison? Or—
As Mo Hua wondered, the Union Sect's Miao'er had already taken out a shackle made of wet ox sinew and began tying up the Dao Court Department man. She seemed not to be doing this for the first time, so she was skilled, quickly binding him several times. But just as Miao'er was about to lock the sinew shackle tight, a large hand suddenly pressed down on hers.
Miao'er was startled and looked up. The man who had supposedly been 'sucked' and half bound had somehow already freed himself from the ropes, his eyes open, looking at her with a cold smile. In a contemptuous voice, he said, 'Lady Miao'er, courtesan of Jade Fragrance Pavilion, minor elder of the Union Sect, harvesting and attempting to murder a Dao Court Department officer—caught red-handed. Come with me to the Dao Court Department.'