A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World

After a series of rapid exchanges, Purple Death suddenly accelerated.

Using the slippery stones and the waterfall’s mist to her advantage, she executed a dazzling feint, pretending to strike at Shadow mask before twisting her flexible body mid-air.

"..!"

Her long legs whipped around like a python, catching Shadow off guard for a split second.

With a powerful surge of spiritual energy, she threw Shadow off balance and slammed Shadow onto the ground.

BOOM!

In the same fluid motion, she mounted Shadow, her smooth thighs clamping tightly around Shadow waist as she straddled Shadow torso.

Droplets of water and sweat traced seductive paths down her full breasts, narrow waist, and toned abdomen as she loomed over Shadow dominantly.

Purple Death remained firmly straddling Shadow, her half naked, sweat-glistened body pressing Shadow down against the wet stones.

Her voluptuous breasts heaved with every breath as she glared at Shadow.

Even without turning her head, she had long since noticed the three weaklings hiding among the distant rocks.

If those pathetic ants could figure out that this puppet was using her to train, then of course she had noticed it too.

But she simply didn’t care.

In fact, for the first time since being trapped in this damn place, she felt genuinely refreshed.

’Finally... a decent fight!’

Her blood was pumping, her spiritual energy was flowing freely, and the frustration that had been building up inside her was being released with every strike.

Purple Death had been feeling strangely restless lately.

Her body would heat up for no reason, and that soul-numbing, shameful pleasure from the last time Li Feng had touched her kept resurfacing in her mind at the worst moments.

No matter how much she tried to meditate and suppress it, the memory would creep back... that overwhelming sensation that made her legs weak and her mind fuzzy.

That was exactly why she had been meditating non-stop near the waterfall, trying desperately to drown those thoughts in cultivation.

But right now, beating this puppet was the best outlet she had found.

A wild, beautiful smile appeared on her face as she raised her fist once more.

"Hmph! Since you want to be my punching bag so badly... then I won’t hold back!"

BOOM!

Her glowing purple palm slammed down again, striking the ground beside Shadow’s head and sending cracks spreading across the stone.

Her half naked body moved with powerful, flexible grace as she continued venting her pent-up emotions through the fight.

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Purple Death unleashed a relentless barrage of palm strikes.

For a while, she was clearly dominating, her voluptuous figure shifting and twisting beautifully atop Shadow as she attacked.

However, as time passed, Shadow gradually began to adapt.

At first, Shadow only blocked.

But soon, Shadow started predicting the timing of her strikes.

Its movements became smoother and more precise.

Shadow began using minimal force to deflect her powerful blows, conserving energy while learning her patterns.

As time past, Purple Death’s bright, wild smile slowly faded.

Her brows furrowed as she noticed the change.

Bam!

She threw another heavy palm strike toward Shadow chest, but this time Shadow tilted it body at the last moment, letting the force glance off it shoulder.

At the same time, Shadow hand lightly tapped her waist... not to attack, but to subtly disrupt her balance.

The counter made Purple Death’s eyes narrow dangerously.

"You...!"

She increased her speed and power, her half naked body glistening as she moved faster and more aggressively.

But the more she attacked, the clearer it became... this damn puppet was learning at an alarming rate.

Every exchange, Shadow defense grew tighter.

Its reactions sharpened.

Even while being pinned and beaten, Shadow was absorbing her combat style like a sponge.

Purple Death’s expression shifted from satisfaction to irritation, then to a mix of anger and disbelief.

Whoosh!

At that exact moment, Shadow suddenly moved.

With a burst of dark energy, its slipped out from under her like a shadow, retreating several meters away in an instant.

Shadow landed lightly on a wet stone near the edge of the waterfall.

Purple Death was left straddling empty air for a brief second before she quickly stood up, breathing heavily.

She glared at Shadow, ready to chase, but paused when she saw its posture.

Shadow stood silently for a moment... then slowly raised its hand and scratched his chin in a very human-like gesture, as if deep in thought.

Its skull mask tilted slightly, almost like its was analyzing something complicated.

The black energy around him flickered quietly while Shadow replayed their entire fight in its mind.

"..."

Purple Death’s eye twitched at this blatant ignoring of her.

Still, she hadn’t had enough yet.

Just as she was about to launch another attack—

CRACK...!

A loud sound echoed from above.

A massive, thick branch from the enormous Divine Tree suddenly descended from high above, breaking through the mist and looming over the waterfall area like a giant serpent.

Purple Death froze instantly, her body tensing on full alert.

Even the three hiding among the rocks turned stiff as statues.

They all knew this huge Divine Tree was... anything but ordinary.

Purple Death’s gaze shifted sharply to the lower part of the newly appeared branch.

There, standing in perfect formation, was a group of white cloak wooden puppets.

’Wooden puppets..?’

Her sharp purple eyes narrowed.

She could clearly see the wooden limbs and joints on their bodies.

But the confusion on her face only deepened as she took in their current... dramatic poses.

One puppet stood with its arm dramatically extended forward, fingers curled.

Another had both hands planted firmly on its hips, head tilted back arrogantly.

A third one pointed toward the sky with one hand while the other rested regally on its chest.

Their white cloak fluttered elegantly in the wind, making the whole ridiculous scene look oddly majestic.

The other white-cloaked puppets struck similar strange poses as the thick branch slowly descended.

Purple Death’s mouth fell open slightly.

Her beautiful purple eyes were filled with pure confusion.

"...What the hell is this?"

Before she could finish her sentence, the wooden puppets sprang into action.

WHOOSH!

WHOOSH!

WHOOSH!

In perfect synchronization, they performed flashy backflips and aerial spins, leaping off the branch with surprising agility.

They landed gracefully in a wide circle around Purple Death, surrounding her in an instant.

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