Eternal Night Mansion...T

A lone carriage rolled slowly to a halt outside the sect's great gate. Its door opened, and Mo Han stepped out, dressed simply in a dark robe, his expression composed and calm as ever. He gave a polite nod to the driver.

"You may return," he said softly. "No need to wait."

The driver bowed and turned the carriage around, vanishing into the misted road.

Mo Han adjusted his robe and began walking toward his stone house, hands behind his back, the sound of his measured footsteps echoing faintly through the empty corridor. He preferred walking alone after nightfall — it helped him clear his mind, steady his energy, and maintain focus after long days of cultivation and responsibilities.

But tonight, something felt slightly… off.

The night breeze was carrying more than the usual scent of flowers. There was a faint sweetness to it — subtle, unfamiliar, faintly heavy. His steps slowed for just a moment.

He smiled quietly. "How long do you plan to follow me, Tang Zin?"

A rustle came from behind a tree to his right.

The silence stretched for a few breaths before a soft, feminine voice answered. "You truly are as sharp as they say."

From behind the shadowed tree stepped Tang Zin, dressed in a deep crimson robe that shimmered faintly under moonlight. Her hair fell in waves down her shoulders, and her eyes carried a carefully constructed sorrow.

Mo Han turned slightly, his expression unreadable. "You've been following me since the Wood manor."

"I wanted to speak," she said quickly, taking a hesitant step forward. "Please don't misunderstand. I came not as an enemy… but as someone who regrets."

Mo Han's gaze softened slightly, though his body remained alert. "Regrets?"

Tang Zin bowed her head, clasping her hands tightly before her. "I've acted foolishly. I spoke against you, and I admit I tried to ruin your reputation before the elders. I believed lies about you and your methods. But after seeing you protect the sect's honor and heal the helpless, I realized how wrong I was."

She looked up, her eyes glistening faintly. "So I came… to apologize."

Mo Han studied her silently. For a moment, she seemed sincere — her voice trembling, her posture humble.

But beneath that sorrow, his trained senses caught something else. A faint tremor in her breathing. A trace of intent behind her aura.

Still, he said nothing, allowing her to step closer.

Tang Zin smiled faintly, relieved by his silence. "I know you don't trust me. But please, accept this as a peace gesture."

From her sleeve, she produced a small perfumed sachet and loosened its seal, letting a light, sweet fragrance spread into the air between them.

"It's a calming incense," she said softly. "I thought you might appreciate it after your journey."

The powder was nearly invisible, its particles carried by the breeze toward Mo Han.

He inhaled slightly — and immediately recognized it.

Jumi's Aphrodisiac Powder.

An old trick. A dangerous one.

Tang Zin waited, her eyes glinting faintly in the dark. Within moments, his breathing should have grown heavier, his mind clouded, his will weakened.

But Mo Han simply smiled — slow, calm, and faintly amused.

He looked her in the eyes. "You really thought this would work again?"

Her smile froze. "What…?"

Mo Han stepped closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming — the gentle healer replaced by something far colder, far more composed. "That fragrance," he said quietly, "was once used against me. You forget — I'm also an alchemist."

He brushed his sleeve lightly, releasing a faint shimmer of golden light. The powder in the air dissolved instantly.

"I learned from that mistake," he continued, his tone low but calm. "Next time, Tang Zin, bring something that affects the mind — not the body."

He turned and walked past her, not even sparing another glance.

Tang Zin stood frozen, her plan crumbling before her eyes.

"But…" she whispered, disbelief twisting her expression. "That was a double-strength blend… he should have—he must have—"

Her voice trembled, fading into silence as Mo Han's figure disappeared into the mist.

She stood there for a long time, her confidence shattered, her thoughts in chaos.

"Why… didn't it work?" she murmured. "Why didn't he fall…?"

Her hands clenched tightly around the sachet until it tore, spilling the last of the powder into the wind.

And far ahead, beneath the dim light of the sect lanterns, Mo Han continued walking — unaware that the faintest trace of the powder had still clung to his sleeve.

By the time he reached his courtyard, the world around him had grown strangely blurred.

He paused at the entrance of his stone house, gripping the wall. His pulse, usually calm and steady, had quickened. A low heat coiled in his chest, spreading through his veins like wildfire.

So… the powder wasn't completely neutralized.

He breathed deeply, trying to suppress the wave of unnatural energy building within him. His body was strong enough to resist most toxins, but this wasn't a poison — it was something far trickier.

"Troublesome woman," he muttered through clenched teeth. "You nearly succeeded."

He forced himself forward, one step at a time, pushing open the wooden door. Inside, the house was silent — dimly lit by a single lantern. The faint sound of gentle breathing came from the rooms where Chi Kai, Jia Kai, and Fatty were sleeping.

He closed his eyes, summoning every ounce of discipline to calm his racing mind. The aura within his dantian flared, alternating between fire and ice as he tried to balance it.

But the heat persisted.

He stumbled slightly, knocking against a chair. The sound echoed through the quiet hall.

A soft voice came from the adjoining room. "Brother Mo Han?"

It was Chi Kai, her tone drowsy and worried.

Mo Han steadied himself quickly, hiding his expression behind his hand. "It's nothing," he said hoarsely. "Go back to sleep."

But she was already at the doorway, her robe loosely tied, her hair falling over her shoulder. When she saw him standing there, pale and trembling, concern filled her eyes.

"You're burning up," she said, stepping closer. "You've been cultivating too long again—"

"Don't," Mo Han said quickly, his voice sharper than intended. "Stay back. The air's… not safe."

Chi Kai froze, confused, her worry deepening. "You're hurt, aren't you?"

"No," he said, forcing a faint smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Just fighting myself."

He turned away, his hand tightening at his side, struggling against the chaotic surge of energy.

Chi Kai hesitated, torn between fear and compassion. "Then… let me help."

In the next instance, Mo Han unleashed his desires on her body!

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