PID Chapter 46.2

Qiuqiu let out a startled chirp and spat out a small fireball in panic. However, it missed its target and landed on the black mist covering the walls instead. Realizing its mistake, Qiuqiu hurriedly extinguished the flames—it knew instinctively not to attack its master’s black mist.

 

Although Qiuqiu’s fireball missed, it caused the demonic cultivator to flinch slightly to one side. In that moment, Xiao Mo raised his hand and grabbed forcefully.

 

The demonic cultivator screamed in agony as he plummeted from midair, clutching his head and writhing on the ground in pain.

 

Xiao Mo had shattered most of his spiritual consciousness!

 

Demonic cultivators were rarely mentally stable to begin with—this one was no exception. Severely affected by backlash from his own cultivation technique, he couldn’t withstand Xiao Mo’s black mist invading his sea of consciousness. With such weak mental defenses, even more opponents like him would simply be food for Xiao Mo.

 

As Xiao Mo continued to shred apart his spiritual consciousness bit by bit, waves of desire and obsession spilled out into the air—filling Xiao Mo’s senses with an intoxicating aroma.

 

Xiao Mo twitched his fingers slightly and extracted all of the demonic cultivator’s core thoughts in one swift motion. A darker-than-black mist emerged from within—the essence of all his desires—and left his body entirely.

 

The demonic cultivator’s screams abruptly ceased as his legs convulsed once before going limp. With all his core thoughts removed, his face went completely blank.

 

Xiao Mo didn’t immediately absorb it; instead, he observed the demonic cultivator’s reaction carefully. After all, this was his first time completely extracting someone’s core thoughts—it was different from merely sampling their strongest emotions as he usually did.

 

The demonic cultivator’s eyes were vacant, his body convulsing in pain but no longer screaming. His mouth hung open, allowing clear drool to drip out. Both Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan froze for a moment before Xiao Mo hesitantly asked, “Did he… become stupid?”

 

Chu Jinglan analyzed the situation calmly: “You already shattered most of his spiritual consciousness. That might have something to do with it.”

 

“Ah, this is bad,” Xiao Mo muttered, realizing the issue. “I introduced a variable into the experiment, so now I can’t confirm the results.” He twirled the extracted core thoughts around his fingertips, momentarily unable to find a control group for comparison. Despite the glaring flaws in his “experiment,” he decided to proceed.

 

If these core thoughts weren’t absorbed, they would eventually return to the demonic cultivator’s body.

 

Using Xiao Mo’s vision, Chu Jinglan observed the dense, pitch-black core thoughts—large in volume and ominous in appearance. He asked, “Are you really going to consume all of that?”

 

Xiao Mo replied casually: “The arrow is already on the string—might as well give it a try.”

 

With a flick of his fingers, Xiao Mo absorbed all of the demonic cultivator’s core thoughts.

 

This particular individual had almost no pure or kind thoughts; his mind was overwhelmingly filled with malice and an insatiable hunger for blood and flesh. To Xiao Mo, these core thoughts tasted like richly sauced braised meat—a heavy dish. Delicious, but eating too much of it became cloying.

 

As he consumed the thoughts, Xiao Mo turned to Qiuqiu and decided to give it some practice as well. Pointing at the demonic cultivator’s body, he instructed: “Be good—burn him. But don’t let the fire touch the floor or my black mist.”

 

Even if its flames were naturally powerful, Qiuqiu still needed to learn control. It spat out a fireball onto the demonic cultivator’s body and carefully managed the range and intensity of the flames to meet Xiao Mo’s requirements.

 

Despite being burned alive, the demonic cultivator showed no reaction whatsoever—he truly seemed to have become completely brain-dead.

 

The golden flames glowed as Qiuqiu painstakingly controlled them bit by bit. Hovering nearby, Qiuqiu worked diligently. Chu Jinglan couldn’t help but find the scene bizarre—after all, it was common enough to see people roasting chickens with precise control over heat, but watching a bird carefully roast a human was an entirely different matter.

 

Chu Jinglan thought about saying something to Xiao Mo when Bai Xue Tuanzi stirred slightly within his inner sea. Observing what was happening outside, it froze momentarily in confusion.

 

Finally, Qiuqiu reduced the demonic cultivator entirely to ash without leaving even a scorch mark on the floor. Pleased with its achievement, it chirped joyfully and turned to its master for praise. Flapping its wings excitedly at Xiao Mo, it quickly realized that its master wasn’t responding.

 

Qiuqiu tilted its head in confusion: “Cheep?”

 

Meanwhile, Chu Jinglan’s physical body twitched slightly—a single finger trembling faintly. Within his inner sea, Xiao Mo’s black mist form drifted lazily up and down as if intoxicated.

 

“Xiao Mo?” Chu Jinglan called out cautiously.

 

Even Xiao Mo’s voice sounded light and airy: “I… I think I’ve gotten lighter…”

 

At that moment, Xiao Mo felt as though he were floating on clouds—or rather, as if he was a cloud himself. Soft and fluffy, utterly comfortable. He wanted to drift aimlessly—to float wherever he pleased.

 

Chu Jinglan watched as Xiao Mo’s black mist form swayed gently within his inner sea. Initially worried that something had gone wrong after consuming so many core thoughts, Chu Jinglan observed him closely for signs of madness like what had overtaken the demonic cultivator earlier.

 

But after a while of watching Xiao Mo’s behavior, Chu Jinglan realized this state wasn’t insanity—it was more akin to… drunkenness?

 

The Inner Demon had overeaten the demonic cultivator’s core thoughts and somehow ended up in a drunken stupor.

 

How was this supposed to be handled?

 

Chu Jinglan’s knowledge didn’t include anything that could address the current situation. As he pondered, he was caught off guard when the black mist ball floated toward him and collided with him.

 

In an instant, an overwhelming and indescribable sensation surged through Chu Jinglan’s entire body!

 

His heart and mind trembled violently, as though gentle ocean waves had wrapped around his heart, leaving his brain blank and half his body electrified. His breath became chaotic in an instant.

 

Any contact with spiritual consciousness amplifies perception exponentially. Strong attacks cause unbearable pain, while gentle touches can make one dissolve into a spring breeze-like comfort.

 

Xiao Mo, in his intoxicated state, hadn’t exerted much force during the touch.

 

As is widely known, force is mutual. The black mist ball also trembled instantly, softening completely. Xiao Mo let out a muffled groan, his voice trembling in confusion: “Uh… what is this?”

 

Chu Jinglan snapped: “Don’t move!”

 

“Chu… Chu Jinglan?” Xiao Mo’s voice wavered. “I feel strange…”

 

“I know! Just don’t—!”

 

“Ah!”

 

As Xiao Mo spoke, he instinctively scooted closer to Bai Xue Tuanzi (the white ball). Both of them let out muffled groans simultaneously. Now things were even worse—the two balls were practically melting.

 

Normally, within Chu Jinglan’s inner sea, they occupied separate halves of the space. Chu Jinglan rarely used the power of his consciousness to avoid conflicts over bodily control. Occasionally, a glance or expression belonged to him—like the cold-as-frost look he had given the demonic cultivator in the dining hall.

 

It could be said that Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan had always maintained clear boundaries within their shared space, never crossing into each other’s territory. But now, the black mist ball had pressed itself close. Even though it wasn’t intentional, Chu Jinglan felt both numbness and pressure from its proximity.

 

This was almost akin to fighting for control of the body.

 

Except… the atmosphere wasn’t tense or confrontational—it was just chaotic.

 

At this moment, Chu Jinglan didn’t dare hand over control of his body to Xiao Mo. Who knew what Xiao Mo might do in his current state?

 

Chu Jinglan struggled to suppress his voice: “Don’t move! Let me think of something! You—Xiao Mo!”

 

Xiao Mo rolled around clumsily, forcing both balls into a breathless state. The black mist ball knew something was off but couldn’t resist how comfortable it felt pressing against Bai Xue Tuanzi. The closer it got, the better it felt. Xiao Mo’s mind was hazy and disoriented as he acted instinctively. Finally, unable to endure any longer, Chu Jinglan snapped—Bai Xue Tuanzi abruptly expanded and pushed down on the black mist ball.

 

He had acted on impulse, simply wanting to quiet the black mist ball down. However…

 

This action only added fuel to the fire.

 

The black mist ball let out a high-pitched moan that sounded melodious yet fragile—enticingly beautiful but unsettlingly seductive.

 

Caught off guard, a gasp escaped from Chu Jinglan’s throat as well. His body collapsed onto the narrow bed frame in their cabin while the black mist ball trembled uncontrollably and shot out of his inner sea entirely. Chu Jinglan regained full control of his body.

 

Just as Chu Jinglan regained control and looked up, he saw Xiao Mo’s humanoid form suddenly materialize mid-air before falling straight down. Without hesitation, Chu Jinglan reached out—and Xiao Mo landed perfectly in his arms as he caught him securely.

 

The Inner Demon, perhaps out of habit from maintaining a disguised identity for so long, had instinctively wrapped himself in spiritual energy to maintain his tangible humanoid form. Trembling uncontrollably, his entire body was limp as he lay in Chu Jinglan’s arms.

 

Chu Jinglan wasn’t faring much better. Unlike the Inner Demon, who had no blood or need for breath, Chu Jinglan’s breathing was completely out of sync after the earlier incident. Even though he tried to suppress it, faint gasps still escaped him. His face had flushed with a faint red hue, though most of it was hidden behind his mask, making it hard to see.

 

Holding the still-trembling Inner Demon, Chu Jinglan felt a hint of regret for not stopping Xiao Mo from consuming the entire core of thoughts earlier.

 

He had known that people could get drunk on alcohol but hadn’t anticipated that an Inner Demon could get “drunk” on thoughts.

 

The result? Both man and demon ended up in this sorry state.

 

Chu Jinglan worked to steady his breathing as Xiao Mo let out two soft groans. The trembling in Xiao Mo’s body gradually subsided. He instinctively gripped Chu Jinglan’s arm and tried to push himself upright.

 

Chu Jinglan supported him, helping him sit up. Though Xiao Mo had left the inner sea, it was unclear whether he was still intoxicated. The black mist cage around the room hadn’t been dispersed yet either. Chu Jinglan steadied Xiao Mo and looked into his eyes.

 

Xiao Mo’s gaze was still hazy—he didn’t seem fully conscious.

 

Pressing his lips together, Chu Jinglan tried calling him: “Xiao Mo?”

 

Xiao Mo let out a soft hum, his eyes slowly moving. Sitting in Chu Jinglan’s lap, his unfocused gaze wandered for a moment before finally settling on Chu Jinglan.

 

For a second, Chu Jinglan thought he had recovered. But in the next moment, Xiao Mo pressed a hand against Chu Jinglan’s shoulder and leaned closer.

 

Chu Jinglan froze.

 

“You smell so good,” Xiao Mo murmured, his eyes becoming hazy again. “You look… delicious…”

 

By now, Chu Jinglan’s breathing had fully stabilized. Hearing Xiao Mo’s words, his gaze darkened slightly. The demonic cultivator they had just dealt with had been consumed by an overwhelming desire for human flesh and blood—clearly leaving its mark on Xiao Mo. In his drunken state, Xiao Mo was now exhibiting similar thoughts.

 

Chu Jinglan looked at him steadily and asked: “You want to eat me?”

 

The hidden red lotus markings on Xiao Mo’s forehead began to surface, while his pitch-black eyes were replaced by a dark crimson hue—radiant yet eerie, dangerously beautiful and captivating.

 

Xiao Mo’s crimson eyes shifted slightly as he replied: “Can’t I?”

 

By then, Chu Jinglan’s spiritual consciousness had completely calmed down. He asked coldly: “How do you want to eat me? Gut me open and devour my raw flesh?”

 

Xiao Mo’s muddled mind seemed to struggle with the question for a moment before he replied: “No.”

 

He repeated softly: “No.”

 

Thankfully, it seemed that the influence of the demonic cultivator’s core thoughts wasn’t too deep—perhaps it had only amplified Xiao Mo’s thoughts about eating without fully assimilating the idea of consuming human flesh.

 

But how long would this state last?

 

Chu Jinglan continued speaking to Xiao Mo: “Then how do you want to eat me?”

 

Xiao Mo furrowed his brows and thought hard for a while. His crimson eyes lingered on Chu Jinglan’s masked face before he suddenly reached out and removed the mask. He stared intently at Chu Jinglan’s face for a few moments with great effort before finally slumping weakly and muttering:

 

“Not eating anymore.”

 

Xiao Mo casually tossed the mask aside and slid downward, his body limp. Since he was already sitting in Chu Jinglan’s lap, Chu Jinglan instinctively raised a hand to support his lower back to prevent him from falling.

 

Realizing he couldn’t eat Chu Jinglan, Xiao Mo’s expression turned sulky. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and he shot Chu Jinglan a resentful glare.

 

Under normal circumstances, this would have been the start of an argument. But given Xiao Mo’s drunken state, Chu Jinglan wasn’t sure what he intended to do.

 

“You… you—” Xiao Mo opened his mouth as if to start quarreling, but his intoxicated mind couldn’t string together coherent words. Visibly angry now, he seemed like a drunk losing control. Chu Jinglan let him fume and reached for the mask that had been thrown aside.

 

But Xiao Mo, who had finally found an outlet for his frustrations, suddenly grabbed Chu Jinglan’s outstretched hand.

 

Chu Jinglan froze: Is this argument escalating into a fight?

 

The next moment, however, he stiffened completely.

 

The Inner Demon, oblivious to boundaries, opened his mouth and bit down on Chu Jinglan’s hand.

 

The first bite was too big—Xiao Mo himself seemed to find it awkward and loosened his grip slightly. He then shifted to nibbling on one of Chu Jinglan’s fingers instead. Satisfied now, Xiao Mo looked at Chu Jinglan with crimson eyes that glimmered with lazy arrogance and smug triumph, as though he’d won some sort of battle.

 

Chu Jinglan’s pale and slender finger rested against Xiao Mo’s rosy lips. The faint chill of Xiao Mo’s spiritual form traveled from the fingertip straight to Chu Jinglan’s heart, making it beat wildly again despite having just calmed down moments ago.

 

Looking at Xiao Mo in his drunken state, Chu Jinglan found himself at a loss for words.

 

Even the tip of the Inner Demon’s tongue was cold as frost and snow.

 

Dressed in vibrant robes, Xiao Mo sat bonelessly in Chu Jinglan’s lap, lightly biting his finger. His ink-black hair fell softly against his cheek as his gaze wandered between innocent confusion and deliberate allure. With just one glance, he could captivate anyone’s soul.

 

The saying that Inner Demons are most adept at unsettling people’s minds was proving undeniably true.

 

One of Chu Jinglan’s hands was caught in Xiao Mo’s mouth while the other rested against his waist for support. If anyone were to walk in on this scene, there was no way they’d interpret it innocently.

 

Fortunately, the only other being in the room was Qiuqiu—a newly hatched bird with an extremely pure and simple mind.

 

Qiuqiu hopped over to them and tilted its head in confusion at their posture before chirping inquisitively: “Cheep?”

 

Chu Jinglan snapped back to reality and immediately tried to pull his finger away from Xiao Mo’s mouth.

 

But sensing his movement, Xiao Mo refused to back down. Using both hands, he grabbed hold of Chu Jinglan’s hand and pushed the finger further into his mouth.

 

Chu Jinglan: “…”

 

His entire body tensed up as he struggled to speak: “Let go.”

 

The Inner Demon hummed softly around his finger: No.

 

Meanwhile, Qiuqiu hopped around excitedly: “Cheep! Cheep-cheep?”

 

The only sane and sober person in the room—Chu Jinglan—was left speechless: “…”

 

Finally reaching the end of his patience, Chu Jinglan tightened his grip on Xiao Mo’s waist and twisted sharply. Xiao Mo felt dizzy from the sudden movement and instinctively released Chu Jinglan’s finger as he was flipped onto the bed.

 

Before Xiao Mo could react further, something bound his hands tightly.

 

It was a rope that Chu Jinglan had pulled out from his storage device—the same one originally meant for sparring with Jing Lei.

 

Xiao Mo didn’t struggle but instead curiously examined his tied hands. Chu Jinglan pressed down firmly on his wrists and spoke through gritted teeth: “Stay still.”

 

Qiuqiu chirped anxiously as it hopped closer—it thought they were about to start fighting. No! No! The master and the other master can’t fight each other!

 

Chu Jinglan grabbed the spirit pet pouch and swiftly tucked the clueless little bird inside to prevent further interruptions.

 

Finally, the world was quiet again.

 

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