Physique Talent

After a moment of contemplation, Xu Yuan instantly understood Su Jinxuan's intentions.

This woman was actually still thinking about running away.

Xu Yuan realized he had slightly overestimated Su Jinxuan's resolve.

Her warning had truly been just a warning; she had no intention of risking her life against him.

If Su Jinxuan alerted Ying'er, who was guarding outside, she would be dead without a doubt. Therefore, she chose to control her strength, attempting to knock him unconscious by extracting his soul intent.

Only in this way would she have a chance to leave alive.

It was a pity, however, that this woman was too arrogant.

Oh, no, that couldn't really be called arrogance; at most, it was a misjudgment caused by an information gap.

After all, apart from Ran Qingmo, there was no second person in this world who knew how many times he had experienced near-death situations.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan's mind eased slightly.

If Su Jinxuan had gone all out from the very beginning, he might have truly been in mortal danger if Ying'er hadn't arrived in time.

As for the current situation...

Heh.

That said, the suction speed of those spores was clearly faster than Xu Yuan's absorption.

After all, Xu Yuan still needed to refine the energy after swallowing it, whereas these spore particles only needed to suck desperately and then burst.

Time passed, minute by minute.

Inside the bed curtains, the man and woman lay embraced like newlyweds.

Su Jinxuan propped herself up on the man's chest, her beautiful eyes half-closed, the paleness and weakness on her face now impossible to conceal.

In just a quarter of an hour, her consumption had already exceeded the cumulative total of the past few days.

However...

Su Jinxuan looked at the man's closed eyes beneath her and gently bit her red lips.

Fortunately, this Xu Changtian was finally about to lose consciousness; she could clearly perceive that the speed at which this guy was devouring had become extremely sluggish.

Just a little more, just a tiny bit more.

As long as this guy completely lost consciousness, she would have the opportunity to seize the chance to leave.

Waves of spore particles shattered, and new waves surged up to replace them.

But to Su Jinxuan's despair, even though a small portion of the soul intent in his sea of consciousness had been extracted, the man beneath her still hadn't fallen into a coma, and his devouring had not yet ceased.

One quarter of an hour.

Two quarters of an hour.

The devouring speed of the man beneath her finally came to a standstill.

This situation made Su Jinxuan's beautiful eyes brighten slightly; she immediately controlled the spore particles to stop, preparing to verify whether he was truly unconscious.

But at that moment, She suddenly saw the man beneath her open his eyes.

"..." Su Jinxuan.

The two were very close.

His eyes were narrow and long, and the gaze he fixed upon her shimmered with a cold light.

Su Jinxuan's breath hitched.

A ripple of panic, like a drop of water hitting a lake, began to spread.

Why? Why was the man before her still able to remain conscious until now?

The question arose, but there was no one to answer it for her.

The woman before him had already become visibly weak. Xu Yuan no longer bothered to feign a muddled consciousness, and his secret technique began to operate at full power once again.

"No... don't..."

Su Jinxuan's originally charming and enchanting voice carried a hint of panicked pleading, and she instinctively tried to get up and leave.

Xu Yuan grabbed her wrist directly.

"Let... let me go."

"..."

Xu Yuan did indeed let go, because the mayfly-like spore particles clinging to the surface of his soul intent had begun to pulse again, manipulating his body.

But as he released her, Su Jinxuan, who had sat up, also ceased all movement, merely sitting blankly atop him.

Where... where could she run to now?

Xu Changtian had not lost consciousness, and there was a powerful expert guarding outside. How could she run? And where could she possibly go?

There was no road to heaven, and no door to the earth.

Despair.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Since his body was once again under control, Xu Yuan stopped worrying about the outside world and focused entirely on devouring and refining.

As he practiced, Xu Yuan discovered that the mayfly-like spore particles clinging to the periphery of his Soul Intent were gradually beginning to fall off.

First by the hundreds, then by the thousands, and finally, they fell away in the tens of thousands.

Within the span of a cup of tea, there were no longer any foreign objects remaining on the surface of Xu Yuan's Soul Intent.

As control of his body returned, Xu Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

The woman atop him had her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed with a sickly crimson, and blood stained the corners of her lips, making her look as bewitching as a demon.

Su Jinxuan had fainted.

With a calm expression, Xu Yuan slowly rose and pushed Su Jinxuan's body to the side:

"Ying'er, come out."

"." No one answered him.

Xu Yuan took a deep breath and barked:

"Get out here! Didn't you see that I was controlled by this woman for five whole days?!"

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The window opened without a sound, and Ying'er appeared silently within Su Jinxuan's bedchamber.

Ying'er was still in her black, form-fitting attire. She stood before the bed, her gaze sweeping over Su Jinxuan lying beside Xu Yuan. After a moment of silence, her voice was indifferent and raspy:

"Third Young Master, she has no cultivation."

Xu Yuan took a deep breath, preparing to use this opportunity to properly discipline Ying'er, but before the words could leave his mouth, ".It is Soul Intent."

A feminine male voice suddenly rang out from Xu Yuan's side.

Xu Yuan glanced to the side and saw a man with delicate, feminine features who had appeared a meter away from him at some unknown moment, currently closing his eyes as if sensing something.

He instinctively frowned.

In his memories, this man had appeared in the bedchamber alongside Ying'er.

But before the man spoke, Xu Yuan had been completely unaware of his presence.

It was as if, It was only natural for the man to be there.

Rewriting the perception of others.

Xu Yuan's gaze narrowed as he stared at the man.

Si Ziyu slowly opened his eyes, bowed to Xu Yuan, and said:

"Si Ziyu greets the Third Young Master."

"Mm." Xu Yuan nodded.

Si Ziyu turned his gaze toward Ying'er opposite them:

"The Third Young Master was indeed attacked; there is residual Soul Intent lingering here."

Hearing this, Ying'er's eyes flickered for a moment, and she said with slight hesitation:

"I checked this woman; she is not a practitioner of the Soul Path."

Si Ziyu nodded:

"Indeed, this woman is merely an ordinary person."

The conversation between the two caused Xu Yuan's brow to furrow deeper.

An ordinary person?

If he did not possess the Innate Soul Body, he would have already been brainwashed into Su Jinxuan's lapdog by now.

Could this really be called an ordinary person?

As the words fell, the bedchamber fell into a brief silence.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Amidst the stillness, The door was gently tapped, and Zhou Chen's voice drifted slowly in from the doorway:

"Oh my, no Soul Intent and no Origin Qi? Then it must be a natural talent of the physique. What is there to guess about?"

As he spoke, he pushed open the door to the bedchamber.

Zhou Chen stood at the threshold, carrying an unconscious woman in his hand.

He walked into the room and tossed her casually onto the floor.

Xu Yuan's gaze swept over the room, recognizing the woman as Yue Niang, the madam of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

Seemingly noticing Xu Yuan's gaze, Zhou Chen chuckled and bowed to him.

"Third Young Master, I figured you would surely have me seize this woman afterward, so I brought her here in advance. I hope you will forgive my slight delay."

As the words fell, Xu Yuan pondered for a moment and realized that Zhou Chen was already preparing to move against Mr. Qin, so he gave a slight nod.

"You are thoughtful."

"It is all thanks to the Third Young Master's brilliance."

"..." Xu Yuan.

Clearing his throat, Xu Yuan said in a low voice:

"Ahem, enough. Mr. Zhou, what did you mean by innate talent earlier?"

Zhou Chen mused for a moment, straightened his expression, and said:

"Third Young Master, "Do you still remember that Six-Turn Seven-Life Python you and Ran Qingmo killed together?"

Xu Yuan's eyelids twitched. "Yes, I remember."

"The seven molting rebirths of that Seven-Life Python are its innate talent."

Pausing, Zhou Chen glanced at the unconscious woman on the bed and lowered his voice: "This innate talent works the same way when found in humans, regardless of cultivation level. Just like your Innate Dao Body—before you even entered the ranks, your soul could already leave your body."