"The Qianyang Emperor Body is impressive, even superior to my Vermilion Phoenix Body. But..." Ning Xi smiled contemptuously. "Are you worthy? A monster without any limits to his conduct will only grow into a scourge of the Nine Provinces. I have no desire to become one of your many women."
"How do you know you don't want it without actually trying? Many of my women fell in love with me only after we made love. You won't be an exception." Holy Son Qianyang's gaze held no lust, only unabashed arrogance. "I despise men who fawn over Kun Cultivators most of all. Conquer the body, and you can conquer the heart. Why bother slowly nurturing affection?"
His words brought a distinctly displeased look to Ning Xi's face:
"Because this 'conquest' you speak of is, at its core, a one-man performance proving your own cowardice.
Why would a truly confident man need brute physical force to prove his appeal?
They need only stand there, as natural as the Dao itself, and hearts turn toward them.
But you-you don't even have the confidence to make a woman willingly gaze at you for a moment. That's why you must reduce love to the art of taming beasts, to conceal the fact that you have no idea how to make two Dao hearts resonate.
Your fantasy of 'conquest first, affection later' is nothing more than a lack of faith in your own appeal.
Because you know that without your physique, standing before me, you would disgust me so much I wouldn't spare you a second glance.
You haven't even reached love's threshold, yet you imagine yourself among the clouds.
I suppose that's what they mean when they say every pitiful person has something detestable about them."
Her tirade left Holy Son Qianyang burning with humiliation