When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

Chapter 129 Albizia Fragrance

The Hehuan Sect is famous for its dual cultivation and illusion techniques, and most of its disciples lurk in various brothels.

They use beauty and magic to seduce people, and practice evil methods through the method of collecting and replenishing energy.

She quickly activated her spiritual power and closed her five senses to prevent herself from being fooled by Qiluo's illusion.

At the same time, she moved her fingers slightly, and a small talisman quietly appeared in her palm. It was the Qingxin Talisman she had drawn before.

It’s a pity that although the Qingxin Talisman can help people keep their minds clear, its effectiveness is probably limited in front of this master of the Hehuan Sect.

Qiluo's fingers snaked around Jiang Song's neck. "What a handsome young man! I, Qiluo, haven't had such good food in a long time."

"This sweet fragrance is of no use to ordinary people, but it is a great aphrodisiac for cultivators like you."

"Sir, why don't you give up your resistance and enjoy a romantic encounter with Qiluo?"

Albizia julibrissin?

Could it be that the incense burning in the incense burner just now was the cassia incense?

Jiang Song was secretly surprised. The cassia incense really had a stimulating effect on cultivators.

But what is even more terrifying is that it can quietly weaken the spiritual power and will of the cultivators, causing them to fall into an inextricable state of joy, and eventually become puppets of the Hehuan Sect's disciples.

Although Jiang Song was shocked in her heart, she did not show it on her face. She knew very well that she could not panic at this moment, otherwise Qi Luo would take advantage of her opportunity.

She suppressed the heat in her body caused by the fragrance of the love tree, and with a flick of her finger, the heart-clearing talisman instantly turned into a clear light, enveloping her whole body.

A hint of surprise flashed across Qiluo's eyes, then turned into a gentle smile. "Young Master, you have great concentration, but do you think a mere Heart Purification Talisman can withstand the secret techniques of my Hehuan Sect?"

Before she finished speaking, Qiluo's figure flashed and turned into a pink smoke, swirling around Jiang Song. The smoke was mixed with bursts of sweet fragrance, which was tempting and intoxicating.

Jiang Song held his breath, exerted his spiritual power to the extreme, and a faint spiritual light appeared around his body, trying to isolate the pink smoke from outside.

However, the smoke seemed to have a spirit, always finding gaps and quietly invading her senses.

Even if her five senses were blocked, it could still penetrate into every pore of her skin, stirring her nerves and making her feel an unprecedented heat and desire.

"Miss Qiluo, you and I have nothing to do with each other, so why are you forcing each other?" Jiang Song said coldly, but he had already prepared for the worst in his heart.

"Haha, sir, you are wrong. In this Drunken Dream Pavilion, everything is a transaction. Since you want to explore the secrets, you must pay the corresponding price."

Qiluo's voice came and went in the smoke, carrying an irresistible charm.

"Okay, I'm willing to pay the price, but please first remove the effects of this acacia incense. Otherwise, how can I guarantee a fair transaction?"

"Young Master's body is the best guarantee." Qiluo chuckled, and the pink smoke became thicker and thicker, almost enveloping Jiang Song completely.

Jiang Song's heart trembled. She knew that she could not delay any longer, otherwise she would be completely eroded by the acacia fragrance and lose herself.

She bit her tongue hard, and the severe pain brought her back to clarity for a short time.

Taking advantage of this momentary opportunity, Jiang Song used the Cloud Piercing Technique to jump out of the window. His body turned into a stream of light, instantly penetrating the night and moving away from the room full of temptation and danger.

Qiluo's scream was torn apart by the night wind, and the pink smoke lingered in the air for a moment before disappearing into thin air.

Jiang Song sped through the night sky and landed in a remote alley. Jiang Song leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, and at the same time circulated his spiritual power to dispel the remaining acacia incense in his body.

Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and her face turned pale, but she felt her body growing heavier and heavier. The effect of the acacia incense was far more profound than she had imagined.

She suppressed the heat surging in her body and prepared to fly back to Xie Mansion on her sword, but she found that the circulation of her spiritual power was somewhat stagnant. The residual poison of the cassia incense was still lingering in her body, affecting her cultivation.

Jiang Song cursed inwardly, the Hehuan Sect's methods were indeed vicious. If she hadn't been so vigilant, she would have become someone else's plaything by now.

"The Hehuan Sect, the Shen family... the waters of this imperial capital are far deeper than I imagined." She whispered to herself.

Suddenly, a slight sound of footsteps was heard at the entrance of the alley. Jiang Song raised his head alertly and saw a black shadow approaching quickly. It seemed that it was holding a weapon in its hand, and it had bad intentions.

"Who!" Jiang Song asked in a low voice, while gripping his swords tightly, ready to attack at any time.

The black shadow revealed itself in the moonlight. It was the man who had been searched by Jiang Song and had his token and invitation letter taken away. He had an angry look on his face and a flame of revenge in his eyes.

"Hmph, do you think you can easily get away with stealing my things? Today, I will let you know the price of offending me, Liu Xunhuan!" The man said viciously, the long sword in his hand shining coldly in the moonlight.

Jiang Song secretly thought that something was wrong. The effect of the Hehuan incense had not yet worn off, and he encountered an enemy again. The situation was critical.

But she didn't show any panic at all. Instead, she sneered and said, "Liu Xunhuan? Your name is quite famous, but I wonder if your swordsmanship is as great as your tone."

Liu Yunfei was enraged by Jiang Song's words, and swung his sword, aiming straight at Jiang Song's vitals.

Jiang Song dodged the attack with a flash of his body, and at the same time, he swung his sword in reverse, and the two swords drew a brilliant arc in the air, heading straight for Liu Xunhuan's throat.

Liu Xunhuan hurriedly stepped back and blocked with his sword. The two swords collided and sparks flew.

Jiang Song took advantage of the situation to retreat and put some distance between herself and Liu Xunhuan. The influence of the Hehuan incense made her afraid to get close to him and engage in a fight.

"Liu Xunhuan, I have no intention of being your enemy, but if you insist on forcing me, don't blame me for being ruthless." Jiang Song said in a cold voice, his eyes like torches, and he exuded an aura that should not be underestimated.

Liu Xun Huan sneered, "Your men are ruthless? Just because of your appearance? Today, I will make you wish you were dead, but you can't live!"

After saying that, he suddenly jumped up and attacked Jiang Song with his sword like a torrential rain.

Jiang Song relied on her flexible body and profound cultivation to barely hold on, but the residual poison of the Hehuan Incense gradually slowed down her movements, and every dodge seemed extremely difficult.

Just when Jiang Song felt powerless and was about to fall into despair, a moon-white figure like the brightest star in the night sky suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, accompanied by a cold and long sword sound.

"Either get out? Or die!"

"What the hell? How dare you let me..."

"what--"

Before Liu Xunhuan could finish his words, he was knocked away by an invisible force and hit the wall heavily. His sword fell out of his hand and he curled up in pain, obviously seriously injured.

Jiang Song looked closely and saw that the person coming was wearing a moon-white robe, with a cold face and eyes like cold stars. He seemed to be walking on the moon, and a faint spiritual power surrounded him.

Like an immortal walking out of a painting, with fluttering clothes and unstained by dust.