If It Really Comes to It, I Can Take Responsibility Too!

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down Yun Feng's cheeks. Before long, he could no longer hold on and collapsed onto the ground.

His entire body became listless.

"Looks like it's still a bit too much!"

Forced to stop, Yun Feng had no other options at the moment.

Still, when he saw the blue light surrounding the woman's body rapidly healing her wounds, Yun Feng felt somewhat relieved. At least his efforts had not been in vain; they had produced some effect.

After finishing all this, Yun Feng rested briefly and recovered a little energy before forcing himself to his feet and starting on breakfast.

After all, cultivating—especially in a world without spiritual energy—made fasting incredibly difficult.

Besides, food was also one of the main reasons the physical body could grow stronger.

Perhaps Yun Feng's cooking smelled too good. Before long, he heard a rustling sound coming from the nearby grass.

The moment he heard it, Yun Feng instinctively went on guard.

But when he saw where the sound was coming from, Yun Feng immediately smiled.

The newcomer was a soul beast—a hundred-year Tear Hound.

It had grayish-brown fur, blood-red eyes, sharp fangs, and claws that gleamed with a faint cold light. On closer inspection, those claws even had barbs behind them.

Although it was Yun Feng's first time seeing this kind of soul beast, he recognized it at a glance.

Perhaps due to its lack of intelligence, the Tear Hound did not seem afraid upon seeing Yun Feng. Instead, it glared at him viciously, lowering its body as though it would launch an attack the very next second.

Seeing the soul beast before him acting like this, Yun Feng sighed and shook his head.

"Perfect. I'm running low on rations anyway. Thanks, dog brother!"

After saying that, Yun Feng did not summon his martial soul. He simply circulated his Soul Power, and lightning flashed across his hand! The next instant, his body shot forward like a cannonball, leaving a deep footprint crater where he had been standing.

Thunder roared and lightning flashed as Yun Feng's fist smashed directly into the Tear Hound's head.

Had Yun Feng not shifted his fist slightly, the Tear Hound's entire head might have been driven into its body.

At that moment, under the force of the blow, the Tear Hound's head traced an arc through the air and rolled dozens of meters away.

Just as Yun Feng wiped the blood from his hand, a sound came from behind him.

The woman he had rescued was now sprawled on the ground, her hands and legs posed like a feline predator stalking its prey.

She was completely naked, her skin so dazzlingly white that Yun Feng was somewhat dumbfounded.

What kind of play was this? But Yun Feng quickly realized that this was probably her instinctive reaction after hearing the sounds of his battle just now!

Seeing the woman's cold, hostile gaze, Yun Feng did not say much. He merely pointed at her body.

"You should put your clothes on first. Once you're dressed, I'll explain."

Hearing the sincerity and restraint in Yun Feng's words, the woman finally lowered her head to look at her body.

Many parts of her body were wrapped in strips of cloth, and healing Soul Power still lingered on her skin.

In an instant, the woman understood something. The coldness and hostility in her eyes lessened slightly.

But why did the bandaging feel so strange?

None of her private areas had been covered, while every other part had been wrapped tightly. It was an outfit that made one's heart race and blood surge at a single glance.

It fully accentuated all of the woman's assets.

Seeing this, the woman hurriedly crouched down and put on the clothes that had originally been covering her.

Yet even after getting dressed, her pretty face remained flushed red, and her eyes were filled with shame and indignation.

Yun Feng was helpless in the face of that look. After all, the woman's injuries were on her arms, abdomen, and such.

Besides, it was not as if he had not covered her with clothes, concealing those surging curves and her White Tiger.

"Stop looking at me like that. If it weren't for me, you'd already be dead!"

Yun Feng was not some simp. Although the girl before him was very beautiful, that did not mean he had to wait on her hand and foot.

Moreover, Yun Feng had seen it clearly: the instant she developed hostility toward him, the carving knife on the Heaven Suppressing Stele had begun to move.

If that hostility had not faded so quickly, her name might already have been added to the list.

What was this supposed to be? He had saved her twice. Forget gratitude—Yun Feng was not about to panic and rush to clear his name or anything.

That would just make him look like an idiot.

Sure enough, after hearing Yun Feng's words, the woman fell silent. Though her face was still slightly flushed, she relaxed.

A few seconds later, she said seriously to Yun Feng:

"Thank you. I will never forget the debt of saving my life!"

Seeing that the woman was not unreasonable, Yun Feng was much more satisfied. He certainly did not want the person he had saved to be some entitled princess.

Yet after saying this, tears filled the woman's eyes before finally falling.

After all, she was still an inexperienced young girl. How could she possibly keep herself together after something like this? Without even knowing what was happening, her body had been seen and touched all over by someone else.

Watching the woman across from him silently shed tears, Yun Feng scratched his head. He understood how she felt, but he truly had no experience dealing with a situation like this!

After thinking for a moment, he finally said, "You were drifting alone in the river, badly wounded, and already suffering from hypothermia. If you didn't change out of your clothes and have your wounds treated, you wouldn't have survived."

"And there was no companion by your side, so that's why I helped you!"

"But don't worry. You're still untouched—I didn't do anything to you. You should be able to tell that yourself!"

Although the woman before him was quite well developed, she did not seem very old. Yun Feng therefore tried to comfort her with as gentle a tone as he could.

He knew his attempt at consolation was somewhat lacking, but this was already the limit of what he could manage.

Fortunately, it seemed to have some effect. After hearing Yun Feng's explanation, the woman raised her sleeve and wiped away the tears in her eyes.

Though her face remained pale, she still forced down her emotions and said:

"Thank you!"

Yet that word of thanks carried a trace of despair.

Hearing that, Yun Feng suddenly realized that Douluo's era seemed to have an ancient setting!

No matter how revealing their clothing might be, their values and upbringing were still ingrained in their bones! For a moment, Yun Feng was genuinely worried that she might do something foolish.

It was not that his saintly compassion had flared up; he simply did not want to see such a beautiful flower wither away.

So after pondering for a moment, he said directly, "Miss, if it really comes to that, I can take responsibility too. After all..."

Yun Feng did not finish his sentence, but he believed she understood what he meant!