Wouldn't You Like to Taste What It Feels Like to Be a Real Man?

By his ear was the woman's warm, lingering breath; against his leg was a delicate, soft touch.

Every word Feng Ling spoke brimmed with affection, every sentence a gamble, as she laid bare her loyalty, value, and final cards.

At this moment, she was temptation incarnate, seeking only one chance to cling to the path leading to the heavens.

Looking at the woman before him, who had staked everything and possessed bones made for seduction, Li Changsheng's lips curled into a faint smile.

There was not a trace of panic in his eyes, only the detached composure of one looking down upon the rise and fall of human hearts. He raised a hand and abruptly gripped Feng Ling's slender wrist resting on his leg.

The force in his palm was neither too heavy nor too light, just enough to restrain her firmly and instantly put an end to all ambiguous probing.

Meeting her bewitching eyes, Li Changsheng spoke calmly, his tone carrying a hint of oppressive scrutiny as he questioned her in return:

"You are rather bold."

"Aren't you afraid that our private discussion today—your pledge of allegiance and betrayal of your sect and master—will be exposed?"

"If word truly gets out, never mind whether they believe your explanation. Even if they do, what then?"

"Ye Xishui has never cared about the other members of the Holy Spirit Cult. All she cares about is whether she can use this opportunity to advance further."

"But what about you?"

"You are Zhongli Wu's formally wedded wife, the sect leader's wife. Yet you secretly betray your husband, pledge yourself to me, and intend to overturn the Holy Spirit Cult."

"Once this is exposed, can you bear Zhongli Wu's suspicion, the sect rules' punishment, and everyone's reckoning?"

The sudden counterquestion made Feng Ling, who had been full of seduction, pause slightly.

Yet after only a brief moment of surprise, the alluring smile on her face did not fade. Instead, it grew even more intense.

All softness vanished from the depths of her beautiful eyes, leaving only utter resolve and a near-mad determination.

She feared neither risk nor a dead end. Instead, she openly met Li Changsheng's gaze and spoke softly, each word striking like a hammer:

"That is precisely why the Divine Son should see my resolve."

"Once this matter is exposed, everyone will abandon me, and there will be no path left for me."

"The Holy Spirit Cult will have no place for me, Zhongli Wu will not spare me, and there will be nowhere under heaven for me to stay."

"So the only person I can rely on, the only person I can cling to, is you."

"With no way back, there can be no divided loyalty."

"From now on, whatever dirty secrets, ruthless deeds, or heartless acts the Divine Son requires for his plans—no matter how difficult, dangerous, or filthy—I will give everything I have to accomplish them without complaint!"

She had wagered her status, reputation, life, and everything she had for the rest of her days.

She wagered that she had chosen the right Divine Son, the future ruler of heaven and earth!

Seeing the unrestrained madness and loyalty in her eyes, a trace of approval flashed through Li Changsheng's gaze.

He slowly released her wrist and smiled with calm ease.

"Good."

"Since you insist, I will give you this opportunity."

"Go back first."

"From now on, let me see your ability and performance with my own eyes."

Those brief words already signified that he had accepted her allegiance and taken in this most spotless, ruthless, and useful hidden piece.

At his words, Feng Ling's exquisite lips instantly curved high, and delight at having succeeded flashed through her eyes.

She leaned down slightly, bringing herself close to Li Changsheng's ear. Her warm breath curled around him as her voice turned bone-meltingly soft, carrying irresistible seduction.

"Is the Divine Son really letting me leave just like this?"

"Don't you want even a little taste of what it feels like to be a real man?"

Her gaze burned as she laid everything bare without reservation.

"This body of mine may bear the title of the sect leader's wife, but Zhongli Wu has never touched me in the slightest."

"Today, I offer myself to you willingly. From now on, you are both the master who controls my fate and my only man. Besides, don't you think it's exciting? The sect leader's wife in public, yet the Divine Son's servant woman in secret. Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Feng Ling possessed a clear and perceptive mind. She understood things better than anyone.

Her current pledge was merely that of a subject relying upon a sovereign. There would always be barriers, distance, and uncertainty between ruler and subject.

But once she completely gave herself to him and became Li Changsheng's woman, everything would be entirely different.

Even if she were only a nameless, unrecognized concubine, she could bind herself completely to this towering thigh that reached the heavens.

By then, never mind the Douluo Continent—even if they reached the Divine Realm, she would still have a place of her own.

This was the most thorough, secure, and foolproof way she could think of to tie herself to him.

Of course, that was assuming Li Changsheng was willing to accept her.

Faced with the woman's utterly unreserved offer of herself, Li Changsheng raised his hand, spread his fingers slightly, and suddenly grasped her beautiful, mature, exquisitely delicate face.

His palm rested against her smooth, warm skin, his strength steady and restrained.

His gaze remained calm and undisturbed as he spoke indifferently, rejecting her with ease while leaving room for the future.

"There is no need for your body."

"What I want has never been your flesh."

"Show me your ability and value properly. That matters more than anything."

When his words fell, he slowly released her and lifted his eyes, signaling for her to leave on her own.

After receiving such a gentle rejection, Feng Ling was not the slightest bit angry or discouraged. Instead, she became even more convinced from the bottom of her heart.

Unmoved by beauty, unbewitched by tenderness, steady in temperament and firm in will—only such a person was truly worthy of all she had to offer, worthy of her wagering her entire life to follow!

She slowly straightened up, smoothed her slightly disheveled hair, and wore a seductive little smile as she pouted softly.

"The Divine Son truly has no pity for delicate beauty at all."

"But it doesn't matter. I like the way you are—calm, self-controlled, and in command of everything."

Her steps were light as she slowly turned around. As she walked away, she left behind endless lingering ambiguity, her voice soft and enticing.

"If the Divine Son changes his mind someday and wishes to taste some tenderness, all you need to do is give me a look."

"I will always be here, lying obediently and letting Master take whatever he wants and play with me as he pleases."

Her words were bold and blunt, brimming with seduction.

After saying that, she reached the door and gently pulled it open.

At the final moment before it closed completely and cut off their sight of one another, Feng Ling suddenly turned back.

Her watery eyes shimmered as she cast a dazzling, soul-stirring flirtatious glance at the youth inside the room.

Her gaze was tender and lingering, concealing endless charm and anticipation.

Click—

The door closed softly, without a sound.

Silence returned to the room, leaving behind only a faint lingering fragrance and the hidden arrangement of a chess piece that had just been settled, unknown to all.

Feng Ling handled matters with exceptional efficiency and understood the ways of surrender better than most.

To prove her value to Li Changsheng—and prove that she understood how to read her superior's intentions and handle affairs far better than Zhongli Wu and the other two—

After leaving Li Changsheng's side, she used all the authority granted to her as vice sect leader to secretly select and mobilize those low- and mid-level evil soul masters within the Holy Spirit Cult who were unruly, repeatedly refused correction, secretly defied the new rules, and even privately criticized the Divine Son.

Every one of these people had blood all over their hands and deserved to die. They were also the most unstable and obstructive tumors within the Holy Spirit Cult.

Without drawing attention, Feng Ling used various missions as excuses to send them away from the main headquarters in batches, dispatching them to remote parts of Bright Capital.

Then, under Li Changsheng's secret arrangements, all of them were sent into Ye Guyi's hunting range.

In only seven short days, hundreds of evil soul masters died beneath the holy sword of the Holy Angel.

Among them were Soul Kings, Soul Emperors, and even two veteran evil soul masters at the Soul Sage level.

Every evil soul master's death released foul evil energy and their origin soul power.

Ye Guyi's Holy Angel martial soul was the natural bane of all evil. It could purify evil energy, devour the origins of evil souls, and transform them into the purest divine power of light, nourishing her martial soul and foundation.

Her cultivation steadily improved at a rate visible to the naked eye. Her previously depleted and damaged meridians were completely restored, while the radiance of her martial soul grew stronger with every passing day.