A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 623: The Hunter Becomes the Hunted (2)

He managed to get one knee under himself, but his other leg refused to respond properly.

"...You..." he muttered, cold eyes locked onto Viper. "What did you... do to me?"

Viper calmly straightened her half-open robe, completely unhurried.

Thick strands of his seed still slowly leaked down her inner thighs, but she paid it no attention.

Then her cold, elegant smile had returned.

She gazed down at him with quiet disdain.

"Heh. I’ve dedicated centuries to perfecting this physical form. It’s not just about my cultivation; it’s about every aspect of my being. My skin, my fragrance, the way my internal structures contract... even the subtle toxins I can emit through intimate touch."

A faint, cold smile touched her lips.

"This body was trained to become the perfect honey trap. Men who enter me don’t just enjoy themselves... they slowly lose their strength, their clarity, and eventually their lives. By the time they realize something is wrong, it’s already far too late."

She tilted her head slightly, looking down at Han Wei as he struggled on the floor.

"You lasted longer than most. I’ll give you that much."

Hearing all of that, Han Wei’s eyes widened in pure shock as he realized what this woman was.

’A specialized cultivator...?’

His breathing grew heavier as the weakness continued spreading through his limbs.

He finally recognized this woman’s identity.

These specialized cultivators were not ordinary experts who simply pursued higher realms.

These were people who abandoned balanced development and instead refined a single aspect of themselves to an extreme, almost monstrous degree.

Some specialized in poison, some in assassination techniques, some in soul attacks... and a rare few, like the woman in front of him, specialized in turning their own bodies into living weapons of seduction and control.

Such cultivators were extremely rare.

And more importantly... they almost never appeared alone.

Only major forces with deep foundations and vast resources would be willing to invest centuries into creating something like her.

The pieces suddenly clicked together in his mind as Han Wei’s face grew darker as the full weight of the situation sank in.

’Dammit... I really was clouded by lust!’

He gritted his teeth, cold sweat sliding down his temple.

Not only had he let his desire for her body override his caution, but he had also grown overconfident after advancing to his new realm.

That subtle sense of superiority... believing that with his current strength, no mere attendant could pose a real threat had made him careless.

And now he was paying the price.

His arms trembled as he tried to push himself up further, but the weakness in his body only deepened.

Whatever toxin she had released through their intimate contact was still spreading, steadily eroding his strength and spiritual energy.

Viper watched him calmly as she took a slow step closer, bare feet silent against the polished stone.

"Oh? You’ve realized it," she said softly. "Good. That saves me some explanation."

Her cold eyes gleamed under the soft glow of the spirit lamps.

"Unfortunately for you... realizing it changes nothing."

With a casual flick of her wrist, a slender, cold-gleaming sword appeared in her hand.

The blade was thin and elegant, yet the sharp aura it emitted made the air around it feel heavier.

A cruel smile slowly curved her lips.

"Men truly are pitiful creatures," she said, voice soft and almost pitying.

"No matter how strong they become, no matter how many years they cultivate... the moment they see a beautiful body, their vigilance collapses. Lust clouds their judgment. Desire makes them reckless- Ah, maybe the exception are those stoic major sects disciples."

She pointed the tip of the sword lightly toward Han Wei’s neck, the cold metal reflecting the golden light of the spirit lamps.

"But, the majority of them are just like you. You recognized that something was amiss. You even possessed the upper hand. And still... you chose to bury yourself within me first before striking."

Her cruel smile widened slightly.

"In the end, you men are all the same."

Han Wei bit down hard on his lip, the metallic taste of blood spreading across his tongue as he forced his trembling body to move.

Viper watched his struggle with quiet amusement.

She slowly raised her slender sword.

"Don’t worry," she said softly, almost gently. "I’ll make it quick. Consider it a small mercy for the pleasure you gave me earlier."

Then the sword began to descend—

But before the blade could reach him, a casual voice drifted over.

"Ahh~ Old Han, it really is getting harder to watch~"

In the next instant, a dark chain shot through the air with a sharp .

The chain smashed against Viper’s descending sword, knocking the blade aside with overwhelming force as spark flew.

Almost at the same time, a second chain lashed out like a striking serpent and slammed into her body.

Viper’s eyes widened.

She hastily raised her sword to block, but the impact still sent her flying backward.

"Ughh!"

Her bare feet skidded across the polished stone as she was forced several meters away, long dark hair whipping around her face.

Han Wei’s eyes widened in shock.

He looked up, vision still slightly blurry from the toxin, and saw a familiar broad back standing protectively in front of him.

"...Ohh... Brother Ye Mo!"

Ye Mo slowly pulled the chain back, letting the dark metal coil around his arm.

Right now, he was wearing a plain wooden mask that concealed most of his face, leaving only his eyes exposed.

He looked down at Han Wei and gave a faint smile.

"Old Han, you really should learn to control yourself."

Han Wei’s expression stiffened.

Ye Mo chuckled at the sight.

"Don’t look at me like that. I’m not saying you can’t have desires."

His gaze shifted briefly toward Viper.

"Everyone has them. Lust, greed, anger... they’re all part of being human."

He tapped his chest lightly.

"The problem is when you stop controlling them, and they start controlling you."

"..."

Han Wei remained silent at the words.

Ye Mo shrugged.

"You don’t need to kill every desire inside yourself. That’s impossible."

"Just remember who’s supposed to be in charge."

He glanced at Han Wei again, and a faint smile formed beneath the wooden mask.

"So what I’m saying... is that you should control your desires, Old Han. Don’t let them control you."