Chapter Fifteen: The Sixth-Level Breakthrough

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Ling Yinyin crouched before the wild white sandalwood tree, pondering how to handle it. First, she needed a proper tool to chop the necessary parts into sections. She stood up, intending to ask the matron about it.

Just as she turned, a shadow suddenly appeared before her, and she nearly stumbled into the person’s embrace.

“You!”

Ling Yinyin stopped just in time. Upon recognizing Mo Yin, her angry expression instantly faded, replaced by laughter. “Your head... it’s so black.”

They were close enough that she caught a faint, strange stench—the black mud smeared over his wounds, likely some secret herbal concoction.

Mo Yin ignored her teasing.

“Where are you going?” he asked coldly.

“I want to see the matron.”

“She’s resting. You’re not allowed to go.”

“You just came back from her place?”

“Mm.”

Mo Yin’s gaze darkened. “Did you say something to the matron?”

Ling Yinyin was puzzled. “Huh?”

He tossed a thick object at her feet with an annoyed grunt. “See for yourself.”

She squatted and saw what appeared to be a book, crafted from animal hide with the skin’s texture still visible. On the ancient cover, mysterious characters were inscribed.

She couldn’t understand them. Turning the book as a modern person would—from right to left—she was suddenly confronted with vivid erotic illustrations, including realistic depictions of human and beast.

Her face flushed red instantly. She hurled the scorching object back at Mo Yin, scolding him furiously: “You pervert!”

“...?”

How was she turning the tables on him?

Mo Yin’s expression darkened. “You’re holding it upside down.”

What had she seen to get so angry?

He flipped the book over from the other side—the Beastman Bible—and was immediately blinded by the images.

Smack!

He slammed the book shut, shocked.

In disbelief, Mo Yin reopened it from the front and flipped through several pages. He discovered that this sacred text not only detailed 108 ways to care for females but also 108 positions for mating with them.

The knowledge was extensive and comprehensive.

The two stared at each other awkwardly, both embarrassed beyond words.

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Recalling the events of the previous day, Ling Yinyin felt both ashamed and angry. “I don’t have time to deal with your antics!”

She had more important matters to attend to.

Mo Yin said, “Don’t go out for the next few days.”

“Why? Are you trying to imprison me?”

“If I say don’t go, then don’t go.”

That morning, while using the Shadow Red Evil Fire, Mo Yin had keenly sensed a fluctuation in his powers.

He had a premonition that he might break through at any moment.

If he were to become frenzied during the breakthrough, Ling Yinyin’s presence would be crucial.

But Ling Yinyin didn’t understand the reason; she only knew she was losing her freedom and felt frustrated.

“I’m sick of saying ‘annoying,’ but I have to say it—you’re really annoying.”

With that, she lowered her head and walked to a corner, sitting with her knees hugged tightly, looking pitiful.

After a moment of silence, Mo Yin approached, lifted her up from the ground, and placed her on a stone bed.

“Let go of me, you stink.” She wrinkled her nose.

Mo Yin lay down beside her, wrapping his arm around her slender waist and pulling her close, whispering, “Don’t move.”

He hadn’t rested much the previous night, had gone hunting late, and was called away early by the matron, leaving him exhausted.

Ling Yinyin fidgeted, refusing to stay still, so he domineeringly wrapped his snake tail around her and nestled his head against her neck, inhaling her scent as he quietly closed his eyes.

Unable to move, Ling Yinyin pinched the flesh on his hand to vent her frustration.

To her surprise, Mo Yin showed no reaction, letting her pinch as much as she liked. Before long, his breathing grew heavy—he had clearly fallen asleep.

Ling Yinyin admired his endurance.

With such patience, he could succeed at anything.

She gave up struggling—futile.

...

For the next few days, the two were inseparable, practically glued together.

No, more precisely, Mo Yin clung to Ling Yinyin like a persistent slug.

There were a few bouts of mating urges, but since Ling Yinyin was always nearby, Mo Yin remained relatively calm. When he became delirious and tried to mate, Ling Yinyin slapped him back to clarity.

One night, Mo Yin’s condition worsened.

Ling Yinyin, lying in his arms, was drenched in sweat from his burning body heat. She got up and touched his forehead—it was frighteningly hot.

“Mo Yin, you have a fever,” she said worriedly.

The symptoms were clearly different from the mating phase. She guessed this was the breakthrough phase he had mentioned.

Mo Yin curled up like a coiled snake. His normally pale skin turned an intense crimson; sweat poured down his face, and his breathing grew faster and faster.

Ling Yinyin felt uneasy. He looked like he was having a seizure. Aside from wiping his sweat, she didn’t know what else to do.

Mo Yin had warned her that if he lost control, she should run far away immediately.

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He didn’t want to bear the guilt of hurting the females again.

Ling Yinyin stayed by his side throughout.

Mo Yin trembled violently, clutching his abdomen as the Shadow Red Evil Fire raged uncontrollably inside him, the temperature soaring as if it would consume its host.

He opened his eyes, blurred by sweat, but he could feel Ling Yinyin nearby.

“Yinyin...”

Ling Yinyin quickly asked, “What’s wrong?”

Mo Yin’s expression was pained as he gasped, “I... I have to...”

Before he could finish, he suddenly transformed into a massive black python, his eyes glowing crimson. The snake slithered beneath her clothes, coiling tightly around her body, scales pressed against her skin, cooling her down in reverse.

Typically, snakes are cold-bodied, but Mo Yin’s was hotter than Ling Yinyin herself.

The black snake opened its mouth, fangs piercing her skin.

Upon hearing her cry out in pain, it seemed to regain some control, withdrawing its fangs with a face full of struggle.

Unable to resist, it bit her again.

Seconds later, it regained consciousness, pulled out its fangs, then bit again.

...

Ling Yinyin knew he was fighting desperately, but after several rounds of this torment, she was suffering greatly. Better a quick pain than prolonged agony. She pressed down Mo Yin’s head and shouted through the pain, “If you want to drink, just drink! Stop dragging it out!”

The snake paused, its tense body relaxing as it lowered its head and began to suck her blood.

But it seemed to have no effect.

The evil fire inside him still roared restlessly, threatening to burst forth at any moment.

He slid off Ling Yinyin and darted into the darkness like a shadow.

“Hiss—!!!”

A roar erupted, and suddenly the forbidden zone was ablaze with brilliant flames shooting skyward.

Ling Yinyin: “...”

She watched helplessly as Mo Yin transformed into a giant serpent, spewing jets of fire indiscriminately.

The scorching flames spread instantly.

Ling Yinyin even smelled her hair burning.

Good heavens!

Now she really had to run!