The Debt of Favor Could Only Be Repaid with Flesh, and the Scarlet Corruption

In the afternoon, Duan Yun was packing his luggage.

This time, he had even brought two extra sets of clothes. After all, meeting Shen Ying's parents was a major occasion, so he had to dress properly.

Just then, a wisp of purple smoke drifted in.

It was the kind of purple smoke described in "sunlight shining on the incense burner, producing purple smoke."

He had not even lit incense, so where had this purple smoke come from?

Duan Yun soon discovered that the purple smoke was drifting in from outside.

Not only did it drift in, but it also condensed without dispersing, even swirling through the air.

Duan Yun watched it, finding the sight rather novel.

The smoke had floated in through the window, so he vaulted straight out after it.

Once outside the window, he could see that the trail of purple smoke stretched a long way.

If someone was controlling the smoke, then that person's cultivation had to be extraordinary—even no weaker than his own.

After all, the last person capable of such a feat had been Ghost Mother.

Although he had defeated her soundly, Duan Yun still believed that his inner force was a notch below hers.

Duan Yun followed the purple smoke upward. It seemed almost alive; whenever he moved, it swayed into all kinds of shapes.

In Duan Yun's eyes, it looked like a beauty draped in gauze, seducing him.

And then he really did see a beauty.

In the bamboo grove, that beauty sat on a bamboo stalk. She wore no shoes, her snow-white feet swinging gently as the wisp of purple smoke swayed along with them.

The bamboo grove was deep and secluded, yet she was as radiant as her feet, dazzling like a star.

The first time Duan Yun had seen her,