The beauty was like jade, yet Lin Xuan's heart was uneasy, tense to the extreme.
Though he had already lived for more than two hundred years, a cultivator's age was not counted the same way as a mortal's. To put it simply, he was still a hot-blooded youth.
To say he was not moved would clearly be deceiving himself and others.
But taking advantage of someone in peril was something Lin Xuan could not do.
That would make Ouyang look down on him.
Lin Xuan's breathing grew somewhat hurried. He quickly closed his eyes, circulated the spiritual power in his body a little, and only then suppressed those charming thoughts.
Opening his eyes again, Lin Xuan stretched out his hand, and the Azure Phantom Nether Fire surfaced in his palm.
Of course, he could not use this sort of demonic flame to touch Ouyang's fleshly body. With the power of the Azure Phantom Nether Fire, even a Lihe Realm cultivator, if they took no precautions, would have only the path of having their soul scattered and spirit dispersed. Fortunately, Lin Xuan had long since refined this divine ability to the point where he could control it as he pleased.
His wrist turned. The demonic flame's glow dimmed slightly. On the surface, it did not seem to have changed much, but in truth, only the poison remained; the flame's power had been temporarily removed by Lin Xuan.
He glanced at the young woman before him. Ouyang Qinxin appeared delicate to the extreme, her pitiable, tender look stirring compassion in anyone who saw it. The charming thoughts that had already been calmed seemed to begin stirring restlessly again. Lin Xuan hurriedly drew in a breath, eyes watching the nose, nose watching the heart. Luckily, he had often been reciting Buddhist scriptures recently