Dimensional Library Of Taboo Techniques!

Zhao Lan sat on her bed feeling sad. The clothes Xuan's body shattered through had been with her. She hadn't taken food nor drinks.

Xue Ming was really worried about her. Unlike her, who knew the holy society existed, Zhao Lan wasn't from this world.

In her world, there wasn't a thing like the dead coming back to life, so how could she easily believe that by some miracle Xuan would return?

"Zhao Lan, if you continue like this you'll fall sick. Xuan isn't entirely dead, he could return," Xue Ming said, but Zhao Lan was a tough shell to crack.

And they had other problems to worry about. One was the undead troop. Of course, killing the elf king did not stop them, because the elf king was merely a messenger.

He wasn't the one controlling the dead. Another god would be responsible for that, and two was a colossal dragon that roared every night.

Deciphering the message of the dragon, she was crying for Xuan and ended up burning whatever was in her path, good or evil.

Zhao Lan scoffed, holding tight to Xuan's robe. "When you're dead, that's it! This isn't the time of Jesus," she said.

Xue Ming wondered what that meant. "What's a Jesus?" she asked.

Zhao Lan raised her head, looking at Xue Ming. The question wasn't a joke, she really didn't know. It made sense to her, though.

"You really believe this society can bring him back?" Zhao Lan asked. If Xue Ming wasn't standing very close, she wouldn't have heard.

"Yes, Xuan can do it! Even if he's an aphrodisiac, I believe he can pass through anything."

"What's an aphrodisiac?" Now it was Zhao Lan who began to wonder. They would definitely take this time to learn about themselves.

Especially Zhao Lan. This wasn't her world, so she needed to know all there was, starting now, and that would lead to a close relationship with Xue Ming.

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Boom!

Han Bai and Fang Yuan quickly ducked before the explosion took their faces off. They were in the kitchen trying to concoct Green Meridian Pill.

And they were pretty clueless on how these things were even done. They had mixed the spirit herb with the blood essence inside the cauldron, and it suddenly exploded instead of boiling.

They were still squatting until they both decided to gradually stand up. Not only was the kitchen ruined, the cauldron had cracked, leaking out the liquid.

Cauldrons were not something they could buy here. Every alchemist job user got one cauldron each, and now theirs was broken.

"Fuck, dude, how many drops of blood essence did you put?" Fang Yuan asked, because it should have been two drops. However, the bottle was empty.

"Uh… all of it," Han Bai replied.

"All of it? Dude, man!" Fang Yuan yelled out of frustration.

While the leaking cauldron was dripping on the carrot, the vegetable suddenly gained life and started laughing at them.

"Hahaha, that's not even blood essence, you mixed… hahaha," the annoying talking carrot added. "You mixed spirit herb with devil essence. Now your cauldron has broken, there's only one—aaaahhh—"

The carrot yelled, and with its tiny carrot legs, jumped up, avoiding Han Bai who almost cut it in half with the big knife.

"If you kill me, how will you find a new cauldron?" the carrot said very fast so they would have a reason not to harm it.

And it worked. Fang Yuan placed his hand under the knife. It just seemed to have bounced without leaving a cut. "Another cauldron?" he asked, holding the carrot by its green leaves.

"Hey, hey, don't drag my beautiful hair like that. Just wait till the demon pill settles in me and I become a demon. I'll kill you both!" the carrot cried out.

Fang Yuan sighed and gently dropped the carrot on the ruined table. "Okay, so where do we find this other cauldron?"

When the carrot didn't reply and acted like a shy schoolgirl looking away—bam! Han Bai stabbed the big sword inches away from its face.

"Then there's no need to prolong your short life," Han Bai reminded it why it was alive.

"Hmph, there's a cauldron maker living at the abandoned Smoke Village," said the carrot.

Just after they were informed, Fang Yuan split the body of the carrot in two, which actually surprised Han Bai, for someone who saved it earlier.

"What? It said something about a demon pill settling," Fang Yuan justified his actions.

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SCHLIK SCHLIK SCHLIK

The sound of a sorry liquid sloshing. And also a woman's voice trying to suppress her moans.

This time around, it seemed Xuan was lucky. The knight general was having a party in his house, and guests inside were a lot.

The general's wife brought him inside their guest room and locked the door. They were secretly making out as soon as the party started.

And even as the general began giving a speech about his wife—"You must love your husband, as he seems to trust you a lot," said Xuan.

"Ah~ p don't say that. I~ aaahaaang~ I want aphrodisiac, not knights," she said in between her moans.

Xuan thrust his dick deep inside her pussy. She made sure not to entirely undress so it would be quick if her husband started looking for her, but at this moment, her dress had slid down to her ankles, revealing her curvy buttocks.

Xuan knew she was denying it, because anytime her husband spoke of her, the vagina wall became tighter. The guilt was bringing more pleasure.

She clamped on his rod, her insides quivering with ecstasy.

Their fingers were interlocked, with Xuan on top of her thrusting hard inside her pussy. The general's wife had her slender legs wrapped around Xuan's waist.

To her, Xuan's dick was like something forged by seven goddesses in seven days and seven nights. Every thrust made her lose control.

Every thrust made her arch her back forward. If it wasn't for the music downstairs, they would have definitely heard a few of her moans she failed to suppress.

'Fuck, this feels good,' he thought as his hands dug underneath her fat dumplings and squeezed them with every thrust.

At this point, Xuan wasn't just enjoying himself, he was cultivating.

Besides the Taboo Naked Art Technique, the Taboo Charging Bull Technique was his furthest thrusting technique; every thrust made her moan louder than anyone he had cultivated with.

A moan that was supposed to be suppressed.

The bed shook violently, and it made the room seem like it was spinning for her. She finally couldn't hold on any longer as she felt her juice stirring inside her.

"Haaang~ No more~ No more! Too ~Hot"

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Meanwhile...

Just as the carrot had explained, this was definitely an abandoned Smoke Village, because it looked very old and they couldn't even tell where all the smoke was coming from.

"Uh… hello," Han Bai called out. "Man, this place looks spooky."

It was definitely spooky. Where they were coming from was daytime, but here it was as dark as a black panther.

Fast footsteps ran behind them. Han Bai turned around, feeling scared, while Fang Yuan's eyes were doing the movement.

When his ear picked up a strange noise behind him, he smashed his foot against the ground, and for a split second, the smoke vanished.

They were only able to see the ruined abandoned village before the smoke suddenly reappeared. "Come on, let's get out of here," Fang Yuan suggested.

Han Bai agreed, but the moment they turned around, a big black cauldron nearly smashed them to pieces.

The size of the cauldron was unreal. It was definitely not a normal cauldron. And an old man wearing rags was responsible for it.

He was sitting on top of a ruined rooftop. And with a gesture of his hand, the cauldron bounced back and began floating behind him.

"He doesn't look like a nice guy, Yuan," Han Bai whispered.

"Hmmm," the old man growled. Revealing his rotten teeth, he spoke. They could barely see his face, not only because it was dark, but his unkempt hair was covering it.

"Do you know where all the villagers are?" he said. His voice made them feel uneasy. "Why refine herbs, when you can refine humans and gain immortality?"

Right after he said that, his unseen eyes glowed blood red, and as his fingers crawled forward, right in front of Fang Yuan, Han Bai turned into something that looked like a green fog.

Simultaneously, the cauldron began spinning and the pot opened, capturing Han Bai's soul. The old man grinned at Fang Yuan.

"You're next, boy!"