Joining the Joyful Union Sect, My Life in the Grip of My Senior Sister

Chapter 527: Borrowing Your Body?

Jun Chengye, as usual, poured a large amount of blood into the blood pool, then solemnly took out a jade vial.

As soon as he opened the vial, a surge of immense blood energy spread out, exuding a fatal attraction for Lin Fengmian.

“What is this?” Lin Fengmian asked.

Jun Chengye smiled faintly. “This is the essence blood of Zhu Rong, the Fire God among the Ancestral Witches. It’s a treasure that’s almost impossible to come by.”

He extracted about one percent of the blood and held it in his hand, looking at Lin Fengmian who was practically drooling and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t be impatient. This drop of essence blood will be yours eventually, but right now, you can’t handle it yet!”

Lin Fengmian nodded, showing an emotional expression. “Master, you are so good to me!”

Jun Chengye chuckled darkly. “Of course, you are my disciple.”

With a light blow, he sent the essence blood into the blood pool, which immediately began to boil.

Lin Fengmian felt an overwhelming surge of scorching hot blood energy rush into his body, and he couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

Jun Chengye teleported behind him and pressed a hand against his back, saying sternly, “Focus on your cultivation! Don’t think about anything else!”

Lin Fengmian didn’t dare to hesitate and immediately began to circulate the True Art of the Twelve Divine Fiends to absorb the Ancestral Witch Blood in the pool.

As the essence blood entered his body, he felt his own blood begin to boil.

His muscles and veins bulged, and his entire body crackled and popped as if he was undergoing a complete transformation.

The process was excruciating, and Lin Fengmian couldn’t help but stand up and scream in agony.

His eyes glowed red, and the surrounding blood rose into the air, infusing into his body, which was wrapped in raging flames.

Soon, Lin Fengmian successfully broke through to the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm and continued to push toward the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Realm, his strength leaping forward once again.

This was a speed that he had never dared to dream of before!

Jun Chengye watched Lin Fengmian in the blood pool with a sinister smile.

This was the last of the three bodies he had prepared for himself, and it would be his final vessel.

He would use this body to enter the Saint Realm!

Back then, that damned Ye Xuefeng had placed a vicious Samsara seal on him. After much pleading, he had finally convinced the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign to help him dispel it.

But after his first false death and possession, he discovered that this cursed seal was like a persistent parasite, following him like a shadow.

Even though he tried his best to suppress the seal’s reformation, the body he possessed would still revert to its original state within a decade.

Even after begging the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign to erase the Samsara Seal again, as soon as he possessed a new body, the seal would reform, causing immense damage to his soul.

If it weren’t for this damned Samsara Seal, how could a Void Realm expert like him have aged so much in just a thousand years?

The Heavenly Fiend Sovereign had explained that the Samsara Seal had been placed on him by Ye Xuefeng, who was at the Saint Realm.

Unless Jun Chengye’s strength surpassed Ye Xuefeng’s from back then, he would never be able to resist this Saint-level Samsara Seal.

But that wasn’t the most painful part. He could have just stopped his body transformation.

What truly drove him mad was that even after switching bodies twice, he was still incapable of performing in bed.

No matter how stunningly beautiful a woman was, the moment he felt even a hint of desire, he would remember that horrifying night, that nightmare he couldn’t shake.

Just thinking about that scene would make him vomit uncontrollably, leaving him completely incapacitated!

Since then, he had lived like a monk, treating women as if they were nothing.

No matter how enchanting or seductive a woman was, to him, they were like floodwaters or wild beasts that did not arouse any desire in him.

It had been a full thousand years since he had last been with a woman!

Was this any way to live?

All this was because of that damned Ye Xuefeng!

Now, with his lifespan nearing its end, Jun Chengye decided to gamble everything!

Using their long-standing relationship as leverage, he begged the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign to help him erase the seal one last time.

This time, after centuries of research into bloodlines and seals, he had made thorough preparations and was confident that he could suppress the Samsara Seal for a hundred years.

Ye Xuefeng, you took everything from me. Don’t blame me for taking everything from you in return.

Once he possessed this kid, he would sacrifice his own body to boost his strength, presenting himself as the reincarnation of Ye Xuefeng from a thousand years ago!

As long as Jun Yunshang believed that he was Ye Xuefeng’s reincarnation, he could trick her into revealing that secret and then kill her.

By then, the throne, the Saint position, the women, and his manly vigor – everything that belonged to him would return!

If he failed, he would simply burn out the last of his life span. What did he have to lose?

Mistakes?

What mistakes?

Ye Xuefeng was also incapable with women, wasn’t he?

Even with his stunningly beautiful sister, he had shown no interest. He must have been impotent too!

Two hours later, the Ancestral Witch Blood in the pool had been completely absorbed by Lin Fengmian.

Although his cultivation level hadn’t increased significantly-he had only reached the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Realm-his physical body had become immensely stronger. He could probably kill an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator with a single punch.

The Demon Emperor Technique was powerful and mysterious, but it was a cultivation method that focused on spells and divine abilities, with little emphasis on physical strength.

The True Art of the Twelve Divine Fiends, on the other hand, was a top-level body-refining technique that complemented the Demon Emperor Technique in some ways.

At this moment, Lin Fengmian felt like he had boundless energy. If Shangguan Qiong were here right now, he could keep her in bed for days.

Besides the physical enhancement, his affinity with fire spiritual energy had also increased by more than a hundred times.

Was this the power of Zhu Rong’s essence blood?

And this was only one percent of it. What if he had the entire drop?

Although Lin Fengmian’s cultivation level had only increased by one stage, his strength had multiplied several times over.

But at this moment, he was on high alert because the reincarnation mark in his consciousness was unusually active.

Lin Fengmian knew that the old ghost was about to make his move!

Although his body was stronger now, after enduring two hours of torment, his mental state was still fragile – the perfect time for possession.

Jun Chengye didn’t disappoint him. He activated the reincarnation mark he had planted and let out a sinister, chilling laugh.

“Wuxie, I treated you well, didn’t I? I’d like to borrow something from you.”

Sensing the disturbance in the reincarnation mark in his consciousness, Lin Fengmian felt his alarm bells ringing. His hands quickly formed seals under the blood pool.

However, on the surface, he pretended to be clueless. “Master, what do you want to borrow?”

Jun Chengye looked at Lin Fengmian and suddenly smiled eerily. “I want to borrow your body!”

With a loud roar, his soul burst out of his body and lunged toward Lin Fengmian.

Lin Fengmian, who had been on guard the whole time, was ready. He condensed several soul needles and methodically stabbed them into the reincarnation mark.

The corners of his lips curled up into a faint smile. “Sure!”

Jun Chengye was stunned for a moment. In the next instant, he realized that his reincarnation mark had disappeared.

But before he could think any further, he crashed into Lin Fengmian’s consciousness, only to find an empty void.

Jun Chengye’s soul looked around the consciousness, but saw only an empty spiritual platform in the center, with no sign of Lin Fengmian’s soul.

Normally, possession involved devouring the target’s soul and occupying their spiritual platform.

But now, he hadn’t devoured Lin Fengmian’s soul, nor could he even approach his spiritual platform, let alone occupy it.

“Wuxie, stop hiding. Come out!”