As Lu Feng delayed Xue Zier's approach, he secretly circulated his spiritual energy, trying to purge the Jade Cloud Liquid poison from his body. Yet he discovered that once this Spring Poison had seeped into his skin, not even a trace of it could be found through the circulation of spiritual energy.
Xue Zier giggled frivolously and seductively. "Young Master Lin~ Stop struggling. Jade Cloud Powder doesn't merely affect the body—it works on the level of the soul and consciousness, stirring up the most primal desires in your heart. Even disciples of prestigious forces like Yan Nanqiu had no way to deal with it."
Thinking of Yan Nanqiu after he had been poisoned, Xue Zier's gaze could not help drifting toward Lu Feng's crotch. She murmured softly, "I only hope you won't be as useless as he was. Your sister here is still counting on replenishing herself with you to heal her wounds."
Under her own initiative, Xue Zier's form of address shifted from the submissive "this servant" to "sister."
Lu Feng frowned tightly, pondering Xue Zier's words. At the thought of the poison acting upon the soul, his Soul Consciousness instinctively began to probe within.
He suddenly discovered that a layer of pale pink, mist-like haze had attached itself to his sea of souls.
It was this strange mist that had thrown his thoughts into chaos, gradually weakened his control over his life soul, and caused his consciousness to lose itself. His instincts had begun to slip beyond his control.
Xue Zier continued to smile coquettishly, disregarding the bloody wounds across her back as she crawled toward Lu Feng.
Seeing Lu Feng's grave expression and his restless, uneasy struggle, Xue Zier's smile became even more frivolous and smug. As she reached for his ankle, she giggled. "Young Master Lin~