Pure Yang Body?

"Benefactor, what is wrong? Why are you looking at me like that... Is there something amiss with my appearance?"

Liu Ruyan seemed startled by Jiang Feng's gaze. She hurriedly lowered her head to inspect herself, her voluptuous figure swaying as she moved, creating a turbulent, undulating sight that rippled like spring water.

A lone man and a woman, sharing a single room—this was nothing short of a blatant seduction.

Anyone with a weaker resolve would likely have lost control by now.

Jiang Feng felt the scent of rouge in the room grow even thicker. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the agitation rising within him, and fixed a cold gaze upon that beautiful face.

"Madam Liu, why are you in my room?"

Facing Jiang Feng's interrogation, Liu Ruyan showed no signs of panic. Her expression remained earnest and sincere, her tone even carrying a hint of grievance.

"I only had good intentions. I thought that since you, Benefactor, have been away these past few days, I would tidy up the room for you."

"Tidy the room? Isn't it a bit late for that?"

Jiang Feng's gaze swept toward the window. The setting sun had almost completely sunk below the horizon, and the sky was on the verge of turning pitch black.

By all logic, no one would be cleaning a room at such an hour.

Liu Ruyan walked to the table without haste and lit the oil lamp, letting the dim, warm light fill the room before turning back to explain softly:

"It was because you, Benefactor, instructed me not to make too much noise or attract the attention of outsiders.

I thought that with people coming and going during the day, it would be inconvenient, which is why I chose this time."

Jiang Feng twitched the corner of his mouth. Although the excuse was far-fetched, he couldn't find any obvious flaws in it for the moment.

Immediately, his gaze fell upon her clothing, which was so revealing it bordered on provocative, and he asked in a deep voice:

"And what about this outfit?"

Liu Ruyan casually smoothed the hem of her thin, gauze-like skirt and spoke with an air of indifference:

"I found these clothes in this room.

The previous set was dirty and torn, truly unwearable, so I picked out a set that fit well enough to change into first.

If you don't like it, Benefactor, I can change back. There are quite a few other clothes here to choose from."

Don't like it?

Jiang Feng cursed inwardly. It wasn't that he didn't like it; it was that it was far too good.

He didn't know if it was because too much time had passed since he last tasted the forbidden fruit, but his mind was now filled with wild, wandering thoughts.

Deep down, a voice seemed to be constantly urging him to push the woman before him down and then fiercely practice the Bedchamber Arts!

He lowered his eyes and quietly pinched his palm with his fingertips, pressing those surging thoughts back down.

"Benefactor? What is wrong? Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"

Liu Ruyan walked to Jiang Feng's side with a look of concern, her slender, jade-like hand rising slowly as if to touch his slightly burning cheek.

Her voice was soft and light, as if it were pressing against his ear and burrowing inside:

"I also know a few massage techniques... If you don't mind, Benefactor, would you like me to press them out for you?"

A more intense scent of rouge flooded his nasal cavity. Jiang Feng's Adam's apple bobbed up and down; his mouth was dry, and the evil fire in his heart felt as if it had been violently magnified by something.

Bloodshot veins gradually crawled into his eyes, his breathing grew heavier, and even his clenched fists were trembling slightly.

Liu Ruyan took in his reaction, a meaningful curve tugging at the corners of her lips. She leaned in even closer, her breath almost brushing against his earlobe:

"Come, Benefactor, let me help you inside."

She reached out to take Jiang Feng's arm, but before her fingertips could touch the fabric, her entire body suddenly froze in place.

She slowly lowered her eyes to see a dagger held steadily against her throat, its blade gleaming with a cold, chilling light under the lamplight.

Jiang Feng stared at her with icy eyes and spat two words through gritted teeth:

"Get out."

Liu Ruyan remained silent for a moment. The expression on her face shifted several times before finally returning to that gentle, submissive look. She nodded lightly.

"Very well, I shall leave now. If you need anything, Benefactor, just call for me."

Once that slender figure had completely disappeared outside the door, Jiang Feng slammed the door shut and slid down against the door panel. His heavy gasps came one after another, and the muscles all over his body were still spasming uncontrollably.

After a long time, the surging heat gradually subsided, and a trace of clarity slowly returned to his burning eyes.

"Phew... That was close. I almost lost control.

How could this happen? My self-control shouldn't be this poor."

He was full of doubt. The impulse from just moments ago had been too sudden and too violent, as if he had been drugged with an aphrodisiac, leaving his mind filled only with those carnal thoughts.

"It's Liu Ruyan. She must have done something to me.

What exactly does this woman want? What is her true purpose?"

In that instant, Jiang Feng had almost moved to kill her.

The reason he hadn't struck in the end was, firstly, he vaguely sensed that Liu Ruyan held no true malice toward him, and secondly, he was likely no match for her.

That was right. Even though this woman appeared delicate and charming, showing not a shred of danger from head to toe, Jiang Feng felt an instinctive sense of powerlessness when facing her, as if he were being invisibly suppressed by something.

He had never felt this way even when facing Tie Rong or Xie Shu, both of whom were martial artists.

He even had an absurd suspicion: Liu Ruyan's true strength was likely even more terrifying than he imagined.

"How could such an existence appear in a remote little place like Black Water Town? It certainly couldn't be on a whim.

Is she lying in wait, or is she hiding from something?"

He shook his head, pushing these chaotic thoughts aside for now.

Seeing that the night was deep and there wasn't much time left before the daily settlement refreshed, he stopped overthinking, sat cross-legged again, and sank his entire focus into his cultivation.

Tomorrow was the day to report to the Guard Hall. Although he still couldn't grasp Tie Rong's attitude, increasing his own strength as quickly as possible was the only thing he could be sure was right.

At midnight, the daily settlement refreshed on time.

[Yesterday's evaluation: Average!]

[Reward: Iron Stake Technique proficiency +30, Exquisite Breathing Method proficiency +20, Golden Armor Technique proficiency +30]

[Realm: Blood-Moving Realm, 8th Layer (12/100)]

[Profession: Alchemist, 1st Layer (11/100)]

[Techniques:

Iron Stake Technique (Great Success 200/300)

Exquisite Breathing Method (Great Success 25/300)

Golden Armor Technique (Minor Success 20/200)]

The Golden Armor Technique successfully broke through to Minor Success. A massive amount of cultivation experience flooded into his mind like a tide. Brilliant golden patterns emerged across Jiang Feng's body, and the blood and qi within him rose slowly at this moment, becoming even more robust than before.

A moment later, he exhaled a long breath of stale air and slowly opened his eyes.

He felt joy, naturally, but deep in his eyes hid a trace of disappointment he couldn't conceal. After experiencing the cultivation halo's boost for two days, returning to his normal level now felt truly difficult to adapt to.

He looked down at the pitch-black mark on his chest, confirming it hadn't expanded further—it had even shrunk slightly—before pushing all his chaotic emotions aside.

He prepared the things he would need for tomorrow, blew out the oil lamp, collapsed onto the bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

What Jiang Feng didn't know was that just outside the window, a familiar, graceful figure was hidden in the shadows, taking in everything.

"This boy truly has something strange about him. He can actually withstand the Evil Spirit Mark, improve his techniques, and have his cultivation rise instead of fall."

Liu Ruyan had been guarding outside the room ever since she left Jiang Feng's quarters. She had witnessed the entire process of his cultivation improvement and technique breakthrough. The light in her eyes grew brighter, and her expression was filled with unprecedented excitement.

"This constitution... could it be the legendary Pure Yang Body?

It seems only a Pure Yang Body would be unafraid of the Evil Spirit Mark.

Ancient clan records state that if one engages in dual cultivation with a Pure Yang Body, their cultivation progress will increase significantly, and it may even purify one's bloodline and improve one's aptitude."

Thinking of this, Liu Ruyan's pupils suddenly transformed into eerie vertical slits, flashing once in the night.

A meaningful curve slowly tugged at the corners of her lips:

"Those who survive a great disaster are destined for good fortune. It seems my good fortune, Liu Ruyan, is this boy. Hmm-hmm~"

As her voice faded, her entire body turned into a wisp of faint mist, silently merging into the night.