Yao Rao is Very Enchanting

The lower reaches of the Blood River were far less densely populated with undead than the upper reaches, with only a few dozen scattered sparsely around.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept through, carrying a refreshing scent.

While this breeze would be ordinary anywhere else, its presence in the Undead Mountain Range, filled with deathly energy and resentment, was incredibly strange.

As expected, the breeze transformed into blades of green wind as it neared the edge of the Blood River, slicing the surrounding undead into pieces.

From the nearby jungle, a graceful figure emerged.

She was a stunning woman with exquisite features on her peerless face. Her eyes sparkled with a captivating charm, and her pupils were an unusual shade of blue.

Normally, blue is a cool color, not typically evoking warmth. Yet, this particular shade of blue somehow exuded an astonishing allure, a true miracle.

The woman wore a seemingly ordinary green magic robe. Despite its loose fit, it couldn't conceal the magnificent curves of her chest.

The robe reached her knees, leaving the skin below completely bare. Her milky-white skin and shapely calves were so alluring they made one want to hold and bite them.

She held a staff topped with five crystal cores. The central one, about the size of a baby's fist, emanated a faint green glow.

The woman walked to the edge of the Blood River, ignoring the scattered Undead Beads. With a wave of her staff and a slight movement of her lips, a violent tornado formed, lifting the surging waters of the Blood River high into the sky.

Skeletons, various unknown river creatures, and priceless gems and pearls spun within the tornado.

The woman's robes fluttered, and her chestnut-colored hair danced in the wind, yet she stood unmoving, her gaze seemingly searching for something.

After a long while, she let out a soft sigh, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

Just as the woman was about to dispel the magic, her gaze shifted. With a gentle pull of her staff, a disheveled figure was yanked out of the tornado by a powerful force.

"Ouch... Miss, please help me get rid of this darn ugly fish." As soon as the figure landed, he shouted. A strange, large fish, almost as long as he was, was clamped onto him, its sharp teeth trying to crush his head. He held an iron sword in its mouth, preventing him from becoming its meal.

The woman blinked, clearly surprised by the situation. She couldn't help but giggle, her laughter as pleasant as the chime of silver bells. She then pointed a finger, and a wind arrow instantly pierced the strange fish's head.

Qi Bei kicked the fish away and sat up, panting. "Thank you for saving me, Miss... uh, you're so beautiful!"

"Am I?" The woman smiled, stroking her hair that fell to her chest.

"Of course. My name is Qi Bei. May I know your name, Miss?" Qi Bei nodded, his left hand subtly reaching behind his back to clench into a fist.

"Yao Rao." The woman looked at Qi Bei with interest, a hint of surprise in her heart. She noticed that while the young man was clearly struck by her beauty, he wasn't mesmerized by her charm. His eyes remained clear.

"Yao Rao? Ha, your name truly suits you. Your magic is incredible. That tornado just now was an Advanced Magic, right? You must be an Advanced Mage." Qi Bei chuckled, his grip on his fist behind his back tightening.

"Hehe, you have a good eye," Yao Rao said with a charming laugh. She, a dignified Earth Grade Mage, was being called an Advanced Mage by this kid.

Mages were noble professions. Out of ten thousand people, it was rare to find one with magical talent. And even then, talent varied greatly. Many mages spent their entire lives as only Beginner Mages.

The ranks of mages were divided into Apprentice Mage, Beginner Mage, Intermediate Mage, Advanced Mage, King Grade Mage, Earth Grade Mage, Heaven Grade Mage, and Saint Mage.

The warrior ranks, representing the common folk, were divided into Apprentice Warrior, Beginner Warrior, Intermediate Warrior, Advanced Warrior, King Grade Warrior, Earth Grade Warrior, Heaven Grade Warrior, and Saint Warrior.

"Yao Rao, do you have anything to eat?" Qi Bei looked at Yao Rao with longing. He had spent eight whole months in hell, living worse than a savage.

Yao Rao smiled, her fingertips flashing with light, and several delicious pastries appeared before Qi Bei.

Qi Bei's eyes gleamed green as he grabbed the pastries with both hands and began to devour them ravenously.

Yao Rao watched Qi Bei with a smile. He was a truly strange young man. Judging by the deathly, hostile aura emanating from him, he seemed to have spent a considerable amount of time in the Undead Mountain Range. Yet, there were no fluctuations of magic or Battle Qi on him. Moreover, his smile was pure, indicating his heart remained untainted.

Furthermore, it had been a long time since anyone had addressed her by her name so naturally. In fact, no one dared.

Soon, the pastries, enough for her to eat for three days, were devoured by Qi Bei like a whirlwind.

"Awesome! It feels so good to finally eat a full meal," Qi Bei said, patting his stomach.

Yao Rao stepped forward, took out a silk handkerchief, and gently wiped away some crumbs from his mouth.

Qi Bei looked up in surprise, meeting Yao Rao's soft, alluring blue eyes. His heart felt as if it had suddenly fallen into a ball of cotton, soft and buoyant.

"Is your name really Qi Bei?" Yao Rao asked softly.

"Of course. My name is Qi Bei. Nord." Qi Bei's gaze was somewhat dazed, but he answered unconsciously.

Qi Bei Nord? Yao Rao glanced at the ancient ring on Qi Bei's hand. So, this kid was a direct descendant of the Nord Family of the Golden Leaf Dynasty.

"Why are you in the Undead Mountain Range?" Yao Rao continued to ask.

"I was held captive by an undead mage. He died, and I had to survive on my own."

"Are you a mage or a warrior?"

"Uh... neither. I'm a warrior."

Warrior? Yao Rao was taken aback. She had never heard of such a profession.

"What does a warrior cultivate?"

"Martial Arts, of course."

Yao Rao became even more confused. If she weren't confident in her mental magic, she would have thought the boy was playing a trick on her.

"How do you cultivate?"

"Look at my hand." Qi Bei opened his left palm.

Yao Rao looked. There was nothing in Qi Bei's palm, but she had noticed him hiding his left hand behind his back several times earlier.

"There's nothing there."

"Just touch it and you'll know."

Yao Rao hesitated for a moment, then gently placed her small hand on it.

Qi Bei's left hand suddenly closed, gripping Yao Rao's small hand. Her hand was soft and tender like water, seeming to melt with just a touch.

"You actually touched it?" Qi Bei's previously lost eyes instantly cleared, and he looked at Yao Rao with a playful smile.

"You..." Yao Rao was startled. A flash of green light erupted from her body, sending Qi Bei flying.

However, she didn't notice that the moment Qi Bei held her hand, a golden light flashed in his palm, and her middle finger inexplicably went numb.