Forced to Be a Villain: Starting With My Brain Extraction System Chapter 157: Elder Yan Yue is Too Seductive!

"I heard what happened in the secret realm. It is a relief that you are alive and well."

Elder Yan Yue's indolent tone suddenly snapped Zhiran out of his reverie. She lounged lazily in the pool, completely bare, her back pressed to the stone rim, with her voluptuous thighs submerged below the water. The outline of her butterfly tattoo shimmered faintly.

Sadly, the ascending vapors gradually gathered around her figure, twisting like a bashful curtain that concealed her alluring contours from his audacious eyes.

"Cough... yes, Elder... I was lucky. To be honest, if not for your protective array, I might have really died inside this time. Thank you, Elder."

A touch of disappointment flickered in Zhiran as the mist thickened around her, and he responded.

Indeed, the Jade Array she had provided proved incredibly powerful. He hadn't expected it to defend against even a Gold Core cultivator for a short while.

Regrettably, it got destroyed during the battle.

"By the way, Elder, I even formed my foundation this time. Should I... show you my divine sense?"

If Zhiran didn't seize the chance when it arose, he wouldn't be Zhiran.

After expressing his gratitude, he promptly displayed his cultivation realm and subtly extended his divine sense downward, of course.

This elder had etched a profound mark on him since their first encounter, thanks to her massive breasts and juicy thighs.

Moreover, every subsequent meeting grew increasingly charged with tension.

It felt like Elder Yan Yue was deliberately tempting Zhiran to cross the line.

Naturally, that was an overstatement, since he knew she bathed nude in the pool to suppress the poison surging in her body.

Yet Zhiran let his thoughts run wild, making no effort to conceal them from Yan Yue.

He observed her remarkable patience, provided she obtained what she desired from him.

"No need... do you want to die?"

As anticipated, Elder Yan Yue simply rolled her stunning eyes at him while sinking deeper into the water, submerging her pale skin further.

Her raven locks drifted around her like silky shadows on the surface, adhering damply to her graceful neck and cascading toward the gentle rise of her chest concealed just underneath.

A delicate, heated blush colored her cheeks from the blood poison, yet to Zhiran's lustful gaze, she embodied utter temptation—radiant and glistening, her parted lids and the subtle heave of her breasts inviting him to join her in the steaming depths.

Zhiran gradually shut his eyes and curbed his urge to unleash his divine sense. He knew full well that if he dared proceed, Elder Yan Yue could disable him on the spot.

Perhaps over a week without intimacy, coupled with constant provocation, left him unusually agitated.

It stemmed entirely from his cursed Physique.

Still, he couldn't ignore how irresistibly alluring Yan Yue appeared. Her pure gaze, rosy cheeks, bountiful chest, and hidden thick thighs beneath the waves were simply...

"Cough... so, how was your harvest?"

Noticing Zhiran's eyes squeeze shut amid his evident unease, Elder Yan Yue flashed a alluring grin. She relished still holding the power to captivate a man.

However, circumstances remained against her.

The Blood Oath within her grew increasingly turbulent. The secret realm incident had made it nearly intolerable.

She struggled to maintain control, thanks only to the massive ancient array etched atop her peak, powered by the Ember Lotus at its heart.

That formation explained why she rarely ventured from her peak and remained confined there.

It alone prevented her swift corruption and subjugation by Old Man Xuanji.

Yet her endurance was at its breaking point.

From the reports, the Black Lotus Sect's scheme had failed spectacularly, provoking three sects at once.

Time was slipping away.

Any second, that old monster might command her to execute a scheme. Without purging the Blood Oath, disaster loomed.

"Did you... get it?"

Her sole hope rested on this fortuitous disciple she'd discovered merely a month prior. Her other preparations lay slain in that secret realm.

In truth, despite her composed facade, desperation gnawed at her.

"Of course... Elder, did I not promise you?"

Thankfully, the brilliant smile from this tool she wielded for her purposes eased her worries at last.

"Good, good..."

Overjoyed, Yan Yue rose abruptly from the water, a genuine smile lighting her face from within.

Her generous breasts lifted with the movement, rivulets of water tracing shiny paths down her ivory skin, partially bared before Zhiran's astonished stare.

Zhiran nearly glimpsed her taut nipples when the crafty steam coiled back, draping over them like a playful veil.

Now it seemed this woman was toying with him deliberately.

Her cunning smile confirmed it.

Was this her prize for his success, or something more?

If so, what feats would earn him the right to seize and fondle them freely?

Though Zhiran's thoughts drifted, his actions stayed swift. Spotting the anticipation in the Elder's expression, he swiftly produced the vial brimming with crimson fluid.

Reflecting on the secret realm ordeal, obtaining this treasure diverged wildly from Yan Yue's instructions in the Jade Slip.

No amount of torment on the Demonic Queen Spider yielded it.

Instead, a mysterious small spider bearing ancient bloodline essence provided it.

After handing over the item, that little spider even proposed forming a beast contract with him.

Evidently, it demanded that bond in exchange for the treasure, as Zhiran sensed its superior cunning compared to its queen.

That pact formation delayed his exit from the secret realm considerably, proving a grueling endeavor.

Without it, the little spider couldn't depart the realm.

Zhiran mused suddenly, having never seen its true form—he'd simply extracted its tear and sealed it in the vial.

"Blood Mother’s Tear, you really got it."

Luckily, his efforts hadn't been in vain.

Elder Yan Yue's swift grab from his grasp confirmed it was precisely what she sought.

"Red sheen shimmering like molten crystal, faint threads of light swirling within as if alive; this is unmistakably the Blood Mother’s Tear, recorded in the ancient texts."