Chapter 1488: Chapter 1143: Qingqing’s Robe, My Heart’s Longing—Though I Do Not Go, Do You Not Send Word? (Monthly Ticket Request)

Accompanied by the bursting of the poison sack and gallbladder in the abdomen, a strange scent mixing bitterness and sweetness suddenly spread, permeating the entire Inner Mausoleum space.

Jiang Dali felt no immediate abnormality, exerting force in his arms to forcibly break free from the still twitching, thick, slippery snake body, releasing his skin that was burning painfully, then landing his feet on the ground covered in venom and sticky blood.

A wave of dizziness and heat rose between his brain and chest, nearly causing him to stumble and fall.

"Hmm!?"

Jiang Dali shook his head vigorously, thinking it was the effect of the poison. Raising his palms, he prepared to harness Vajra True Strength to expel the poison.

Even with his Golden Bell Unbreakable Body, immune to all poisons, he struggled to withstand the intense damage of the Orochi Poison.

The venom of the snake exceeded any known poisons, its toxicity far surpassing the Demon Dragon.

However, as he began to gather his Qi Fortune, he felt an increasing heat throughout his body. The Essence Qi mobilized seemed suddenly ignited by a fiery essence in the air, instantly transforming into countless fire lines throughout his meridians.

He felt like he was about to ignite in flames; his handsome and resolute face turned a bright red, his eyes burning, and his head swimming.

In an instant, the earlier scene outside the tomb gate with Murong Qingqing reemerged in his mind, magnifying an intrinsic spiritual and physical demand.

"This is... not good!..."

Jiang Dali’s expression changed slightly. He uttered a low shout, eyes flashing with astonishing Divine Power, preparing to gather momentum and spirit, forcibly suppressing it.

Yet, he was unaware of the fragrance formed by the interaction between the Orochi Poison Bag and gallbladder.

The Orochi Poison was the most sinister in the world, lethal to any who encountered it, unbearable even to Heavenly Human Realm experts.

Only the bile within the Orochi’s gallbladder could neutralize the poison.

However, once neutralized, the poison and bile would combine to form a unique stimulating substance.

This substance wasn’t a typical poison, but a stimulant triggering various reactions and harnessing the body’s potential. Absorbing it naturally would be beneficial and harmless.

Yet, attempting to expel it during this period would intensify the stimulation, akin to pouring oil on a fire, only increasing its intensity.

This substance would amplify all physiological reactions, naturally becoming the most potent aphrodisiac.

At this moment, Jiang Dali’s reckless actions not only failed to ease his nearly exploding, heated body but pushed it further towards a dangerous edge, his mind blazing like it might burst, his whole body hot as if set aflame.

He let out a long howl, relying on his last bit of rationality to leap out of the tomb filled with the special fragrance, onto the ground outside in the dark.

A strong, unusual masculine scent radiated from his fiery, towering physique, adding a special masculine aroma to the already strange air, releasing an extraordinary signal.

In a flash, a graceful figure swiftly approached, her expression both infatuated and resentful, red cheeks showing delight and irritation. She seemed shyly unable to face him, yet deeply affectionate, suddenly clinging to Jiang Dali, wrapping thick arms around his neck, softly murmuring a whisper long suppressed.

Swish!——

From another side, another red shadow flashed by.

Dongfang Bubai, typically proud and dignified with luminous eyes, now appeared slightly hazy, yet still managing to maintain some clarity due to her body sharing blood with the Orochi, observing the entangled couple with gritted teeth and whispered as she exerted restraint.

"Embrace it naturally, and it will pass smoothly, do not resist."

After saying this, she suddenly pulled several Golden Needles from her sleeve, quickly piercing several major points on herself. She let out a muffled grunt, her body losing mobility, collapsing to the ground, unable to move a finger.

In an instant, Dongfang Bubai slightly gasped, a lock of hair falling across her sweat-beaded forehead, her whole body starting to sweat. Her previously spirited, pretty face turned glowingly red like a blooming peony, her sharp brows gradually softening into delightful curves, furrowing slightly. Her dark eyes looked towards the entangled duo, a mysterious allure rising, enchanting and obscured like smoke, seemingly forming a watery mist.

The last shred of pride and solid defense in her heart seemed on the verge of crumbling from an unknown anger and emotion, angrily cursing inwardly.

"Damn it!"

The sensations of floating and relaxation began to release from Jiang Dali’s blazing body.

He felt that only he and Murong Qingqing remained in the world.

Contrary to the usual imposing and cold Qin Mo image, at this moment Murong Qingqing seemed to return to her past self serenading self-pity in a tavern, evoking a desire to cherish and protect.

But more moving than such an image was her unreserved and sincere emotion, abandoning all shyness and reserve, boldly blooming under his blazing gaze, exuding boundless youth, as if liberated from societal constraints, wholly forgetting oneself.