The Taixuan Mirror

"Sis, my bone marrow and blood have been ruined. I'm nothing but a cripple. I can't do it."

On the bed, Chu Yang looked terrified as he shielded himself and scrambled backward. His eyes darted around, searching for a chance to escape. He didn't dare look at the woman before him, whose beauty was like that of a celestial maiden.

Her skin was as white as snow, her hair as dark as a waterfall, and her face as lovely as a peach blossom. Yet her eyes held a cold, haughty authority, and her presence towered over all living beings like that of a female emperor.

The woman's name was Mu Qiuxue. She was the peerless female emperor who stood above the Myriad Worlds and ruled over the ages: the Tai Xuan Empress.

Chu Yang, on the other hand, was merely from a powerful family in the Great Qian Dynasty of the Tianyuan World.

Mu Qiuxue's eyes gleamed like stars as she said coldly, "You have two choices: take off your clothes and cultivate dual cultivation with me, or die."

The bone-chilling cold and emotionless stare left Chu Yang trembling with fear.

He had no other choice.

A possibility suddenly occurred to him. He had run into a female fiend. The greatest pleasure of female fiends in the cultivation world was to capture virgins like him, absorb their yin energy to nourish their yang, and increase their cultivation.

Every man who had been drained this way died without exception.

Either way, he was going to die.

If he could enjoy such a beautiful woman before dying, then it would be worth it.

Chu Yang gritted his teeth, stripped off his clothes, lay stiffly on the bed, and said, "Come on. I'll just pretend a ghost is sitting on me."