Chapter 34: Keep Going! Keep Draining My Cultivation!

Han Yang and the other two followed closely behind, while Zhu Ganglie’s eyes never left Bai Suzhen’s rear, saliva almost dripping down his chin.

Bai Suzhen thought to herself, “Here come three more foolish demons, this gift served on a silver platter—who knows how long I’ll be able to feed on them!”

Yet on the surface, she remained smiling gently, her demeanor soft and enchanting.

After walking for about half an hour, a concealed mountain cave appeared before them, its entrance veiled by vines so subtle it could easily be missed.

“Gentlemen, the sky grows late. Why not stay the night in my cave dwelling? The treasure site is still half a day’s journey from here,” Bai Suzhen said softly, pointing towards the cave.

Han Yang put on a harmless, simple-minded expression and chuckled foolishly, “Sounds good, Miss Bai. We’d be honored.”

Yet inwardly, he snorted coldly: Trying to lure us into your lair? I’ll see what tricks you’re playing!

Hearing of the overnight stay, Zhu Ganglie’s eyes lit up as he rubbed his hands eagerly. “A fairy’s cave must be beautiful! This old pig has never seen a fairy’s boudoir!”

The Jiaolong remained silent but vigilant, scanning their surroundings warily as if guarding against some unseen threat.

Bai Suzhen laughed coquettishly and led the three inside.

The interior of the cave was far more spacious than it appeared outside, decorated with exquisite taste—stone tables and stools, all complete, plus a stone bed laid with soft animal pelts.

Yet the air carried a faintly sweet, cloying fragrance.

Han Yang quietly activated the Eye of Discerning Illusions; nothing within the cave escaped his sight.

He discovered that the seemingly ordinary cave was in fact riddled with complex formations and seals; any misstep could unleash disastrous consequences.

“Please, gentlemen, have a seat,” Bai Suzhen invited warmly, presenting them with some spirit fruits and fine wine.

“Come, brothers, let’s toast Miss Bai!” Han Yang said heartily, raising his cup.

Zhu Ganglie and the Jiaolong had not fully taken human form, still maintaining their beastly appearances.

Zhu Ganglie struggled to grasp his cup with his thick pig hooves, tilting back to gulp down the wine, a few drops escaping his mouth to dampen the fur on his chest.

The Jiaolong was bolder, bringing his massive dragon head close and swallowing the wine in one gulp.

Han Yang and the others raised their cups, appearing to drink down the wine with gusto, but secretly circulated their inner energy to expel the liquid through their fingers, letting it drip to the ground.

Bai Suzhen’s eyes glittered with delight, watching their reactions: “These three fools fall for it so easily!”

“This,” she said with a light laugh, “is my treasured Hundred-Flower Brew, aged for many years. How do you find it?”

Han Yang feigned drunkenness, hiccupped slurringly, “Excellent wine! Miss Bai is truly hospitable!”

Silently, he kept the Eye of Discerning Illusions open, every detail within the cave laid bare.

The formations glowed faintly, set to activate and consume their prey once the time was ripe.

Han Yang conveyed the situation telepathically to Zhu Ganglie and the Jiaolong: “This serpent demon wants to absorb our essence, and the cave is full of traps. Be on guard!”

Zhu Ganglie’s plump face was puzzled as he whispered back, “Big brother, Bai Suzhen is so beautiful, she can’t be bad, right? Look at that slender waist and those long legs—tsk tsk…”

Han Yang retorted sharply, “Beauty’s a blade with a shining edge! You pig-brain! Wait for my signal before you do anything!”

The Jiaolong nodded silently in understanding.

Seeing that the three showed no sign of poisoning, Bai Suzhen grew suspicious and pressed a few more cups of wine onto them.

Han Yang, feigning intoxication, staggered to his feet and took the opportunity to pull Bai Suzhen close, wrapping an arm around her slim waist and whispering in her ear, “Miss Bai, you’re truly beautiful…”

Bai Suzhen shivered inwardly, cursing silently, “This bird demon is disgusting!”

Yet she maintained her composure, replying softly, “Sir, you’re drunk. Let me help you inside to rest.”

Han Yang collapsed against her, allowing her to support him into the stone chamber.

Once inside, he “passed out” on the stone bed, eyes narrowed as he observed her.

Bai Suzhen eagerly began loosening her clothes, revealing pale, flawless skin.

Han Yang cursed inwardly, “Damn! How long has it been since Bai Suzhen saw a male demon? She’s in such a hurry!”

Leaning close, Bai Suzhen exuded a pulling force.

Suddenly, Han Yang understood: “So that’s it! She’s trying to absorb my yang energy!”

He smirked coldly as he quietly activated the third level of his Vajra Immovability Technique.

Bai Suzhen tried to draw his cultivation energy, but found nothing withdrawing; instead, a surge of heat flooded into her body, making her restless and flushed.

She intensified her suction, her face growing redder.

Han Yang opened his eyes, smiling faintly at her, “Miss Bai, feeling comfortable?”

Startled, Bai Suzhen met his teasing gaze, her heart pounding wildly.

“You… you’re not drunk?”

Han Yang flipped her onto her back and whispered in her ear, “Miss Bai, now it’s my turn…”

Bai Suzhen felt an irresistible draw, but instead of the expected pleasure from absorbing essence, her own cultivation burst out uncontrollably like a breaking dam.

Her eyes widened in terror, her enchanting demeanor vanishing, replaced by panic.

“What’s happening? My cultivation…”

Her voice trembled, once sweet tones now sharp and harsh.

At that moment, a series of system notifications echoed in Han Yang’s mind:

[Current cultivation +10 years]

[Current cultivation +15 years]

…

“Miss Bai, how does it taste?”

Bai Suzhen struggled desperately but found herself immobilized, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand.

In a panic, she shouted, “Stop! Stop! If you keep absorbing, I’ll lose all my thousand years of cultivation!”

Han Yang ignored her pleas, continuing to channel the Vajra Immovability Technique, greedily drawing in her cultivation.

Bai Suzhen’s complexion paled further; her once plump skin shriveled like a withered flower.

She felt her life force draining swiftly.

Just as despair threatened to overwhelm her, a strange energy suddenly surged into her body.

Warm and comforting, it nourished her, replenishing her lost cultivation.

Her cultivation, once plunged to rock bottom, began to climb rapidly—and faster than the rate it had been lost.

Her thousand years of cultivation soared, breaking through to 1,100 years in mere moments.

“What… what is this?” Bai Suzhen could hardly believe the flood of power filling her.

Her terror shifted instantly to ecstatic joy.

Like a woman discovering a new world, her prior begging and fear vanished, replaced by greed.

She clung tightly to Han Yang, voice trembling as she said, “Don’t stop! Keep going! Keep absorbing my cultivation!”