Bringing The Farm To Live In Another World - Chapter 15967

Chapter 15965 Chen Wuxiang

Chen Wuxiang sat quietly in a cave, his face ashen. He stared out of the cave, desperately wanting to die, but alas, he didn’t even have the strength to get up, so even if he wanted to die, he couldn’t.

Chen Wuxiang was originally a genius disciple of the Wuxiang Sect, but during a mission, he was captured. His captor was none other than Zhang Jingyu, a female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect.

Zhang Jingyu was very beautiful and a core disciple of the Hehuan Sect. Her status within the Hehuan Sect was higher than Chen Wuxiang’s within the Wuxiang Sect, and of course, Zhang Jingyu was also much stronger. Therefore, Zhang Jingyu captured Chen Wuxiang.

Chen Wuxiang was quite handsome, and it was precisely because of his good looks, coupled with his status as a disciple of the Wuxiang Sect, that Zhang Jingyu captured him.

The name “Hehuan Sect” immediately reveals its nature: a dual cultivation sect. Of course, initially they were a dual cultivation sect, but they gradually evolved into a sect focused on absorbing the essence of other beings’ essences. This sect was quite powerful, as their members were all very strong due to their practice of this method.

Within the Hehuan Sect, their practice of absorbing the essence of other beings’ essences was divided into two types. One type involved cultivating “furnaces” within the sect. These individuals were trained from a young age; lacking the talent to become formal disciples, they were relegated to the role of “furnaces.” Their cultivation methods aimed to allow them to be absorbed into other beings’ essences multiple times, and their ultimate fate was often death from this process.

As for the other type of cultivation vessel, that’s even more interesting. These were captured by disciples of the Hehuan Sect and brought back to the sect. After being captured, their cultivation was usually sealed, and they were controlled with d*rugs to prevent them from moving around. Even if they wanted to die, they couldn’t. When it came time for them to be “harvested,” they would be given a drug. After taking this drug, they would instinctively allow themselves to be “harvested.” Under normal circumstances, cultivators captured like this wouldn’t live long; they would die after being “harvested” a few times.

The Hehuan Sect didn’t just have female cultivators; there were also male cultivators. Zhang Jingyu was a female cultivator, and Chen Wuxiang was captured by her. He had already been “harvested” twice by Zhang Jingyu, and Chen Wuxiang felt that he was about to die. He feared he wouldn’t be able to endure much longer.

But now he couldn’t even die if he wanted to, so he could only wait to be “harvested” to death by Zhang Jingyu.

Chen Wuxiang still couldn’t accept this reality. He couldn’t understand why he was about to die. He was clearly a genius disciple of the Wuxiang Sect, and although he wasn’t a core disciple yet, he would become one sooner or later. Yet, because of an accident, he was going to die. How could he accept this?

He knew he couldn’t escape, so he had resigned himself to his fate. He was just waiting to die. Sometimes he even thought that dying like this wasn’t so bad. At least he was being drained of his life force, not being killed directly. That was a relatively comfortable way to die.

Just as Chen Wuxiang was lost in thought, a black vortex suddenly appeared above his head. Then, something small flew out of the vortex and landed directly on his head. Chen Wuxiang felt a sharp pain in his head, and then he knew nothing more.

The next moment, he found himself in a white spatial city. In this space stood a large, strange statue. Seated on the statue was a n*ked man, sitting quietly. The chair he sat on wasn’t a real chair, but rather a chair composed of countless beautiful women, some kneeling, some standing, forming a chair upon which the man sat. All the women were also completely n*ked.

Upon seeing this, Chen Wuxiang was stunned. He looked around, bewildered. Why had he come to such a place? Was he dreaming, and was he still thinking about these things in his dream?

Just then, a voice came: “Believe in me, and I will teach you the Great Dao of Lust.”

Chen Wuxiang was startled. He hadn’t quite heard the voice clearly, but now that it spoke, he understood completely. He looked at the statue and asked, “What use is this Great Dao of Lust to me?”

“Believe in me, and I will teach you the Great Dao of Lust,” the voice repeated, its tone unchanged. Chen Wuxiang paused, finally understanding. It seemed the statue wouldn’t answer his question. Considering his current situation, he realized he had no other choice. He knelt before the statue, bowed three times, and said, “I am willing to believe in you.” As soon as

he finished speaking, a white light descended upon him, and he immediately woke up. He found himself still lying in the cave, unable to move.

Chen Wuxiang couldn’t help but sigh softly. He thought he was dreaming. Just then, two very handsome men walked in. They looked at Chen Wuxiang, who was lying there unable to move, with envy on their faces. One of the men said, “Why do you think the master favors him? What’s so good about this half-dead guy?”

The other man said, “Don’t talk nonsense. Take him away right now. Judging from his appearance, he’ll probably die soon. Why are you jealous of a dead man?”

The man who spoke first stopped talking and snorted. He then walked directly to Chen Wuxiang. With a flick of his hand, a jade bottle appeared in his hand. He then pried open Chen Wuxiang’s mouth and poured the liquid from the jade bottle into his mouth. The liquid was pink and had a sweet taste. Chen Wuxiang couldn’t even resist and could only let the other man pour the liquid into his mouth.

The two men then hoisted Chen Wuxiang up and carried him away. At that moment, Chen Wuxiang felt a fire rise within him, slowly burning away his reason. His mind seemed to be filled only with primal impulses.

But then, something within him seemed to absorb that fire, and Chen Wuxiang’s eyes instantly regained their clarity. Chen Wuxiang

was stunned. He used to lose his mind quickly after drinking that substance, so why had he recovered this time? Had he developed a resistance? Impossible. If the Hehuan Sect’s medicine lost its effect so easily, the Hehuan Sect would have discovered it long ago. There must be another reason. Chen Wuxiang immediately thought of the statue. Could it be that it wasn’t a dream, but rather his extraordinary encounter?

While Chen Wuxiang was pondering these things, the two men had already led him to another cave. This cave was lavishly decorated. Although it was a mountain cave, everything inside was covered in wood, and the wood itself had a fragrant aroma. In addition, incense was burning inside, filling the entire cave with a sweet fragrance. The ceiling

of the cave was inlaid with luminous pearls. These pearls were not very bright, and the light they emitted was very soft. They were covered with a layer of pink gauze, which made the light from the pearls appear pink.

The cave’s exterior was quite large, furnished with sofas and a coffee table, appearing quite normal, like a well-decorated living room. Aside from the slightly strange lighting, there was nothing particularly special about it. However, when Chen Wuxiang and his companions entered one of the inner caves, Chen Wuxiang was immediately stunned. This was the first time he had entered such a cave while fully conscious. The cave wasn’t very large, appearing to be only about a hundred square meters, but the entire cave consisted of a huge bed covered with thick mattresses. Pink curtains surrounded the room, and the ceiling was adorned with luminous pearls, also draped in light gauze, making the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

A beautiful woman, dressed in light gauze, reclined on the bed, appearing extremely languid, almost boneless. Her clothing was very scantily clad, revealing almost everything except her vital parts, especially her long, white, straight, and long legs, which seemed capable of stealing one’s life.

The two men glanced at the woman, their eyes filled with lust, but they dared not do anything more. They simply placed Chen Wuxiang on the bed, bowed to the woman, and left the cave.

After the two men left, the woman looked at Chen Wuxiang, then stood up, walked to his side, touched his face, and murmured, “What a pity, you’ve lost your mind. If only you still had your senses.”

Chen Wuxiang was actually still rational at this moment, but hearing the woman’s words, he knew he couldn’t let her know he still had his senses. So, panting heavily, he pounced on the woman.

The woman didn’t struggle at all, lying down easily. Chen Wuxiang realized his situation was strange; he was perfectly rational, but his body was completely unresponsive. He knew he couldn’t let the woman discover his state, so he immediately took off his clothes and pressed himself against the woman. And that woman was none other than Zhang Jingyu.

Although Zhang Jingyu sensed that Chen Wuxiang was somewhat different today, he seemed perfectly normal in appearance, so she ignored him. However, when Chen Wuxiang began to act, she realized something was wrong. When they joined forces, she suddenly found herself powerless, completely at his mercy. He could do whatever he wanted, and she felt like a noodle, utterly unable to resist. This had never happened before. Zhang

Jingyu was terrified, but soon the overwhelming pleasure completely overwhelmed her reason. Her snow-white skin slowly flushed pink, and her eyes were filled with lust; she had completely lost her senses. Chen Wuxiang

‘s situation was also very strange. He clearly didn’t understand these things, yet he suddenly found himself seemingly possessing countless techniques, which he then used on Zhang Jingyu. (End of Chapter)