Major Accomplishment Without Resources, a Special Interrogation

On the mountain path, a gentle breeze stirred up a few fallen leaves.

Faced with the tall young man's provocation and threats, Dongfang Yueming didn't even flinch. He remained as calm and aloof as ever, casually reaching into his robes and tossing over the packet of "Spirit-Nurturing Powder" he had just acquired.

"For you."

The tall young man hurriedly caught the medicine powder, looked at the yellow paper packet in his hand with disbelief, and then let out a triumphant laugh.

"Hahaha! I thought the guy who beat Qian Hao was some kind of genius, but it turns out he's just like the rumors say—a spineless coward who doesn't even dare to fart!" "Pah! He really is just a pretty boy who lives off his looks!"

The surrounding young onlookers burst into laughter, their words filled with undisguised contempt and glee.

However.

Hidden in the Hong Yao of red leaves not far away, Hongyao's beautiful eyes were fixed on Dongfang Yueming. Suddenly, a thunderous roar seemed to strike her mind, leaving her completely blank!

[He... handed it over?!]

[In the first week, his medicine powder was stolen by bandits from Black Wind Stronghold; in the second week, he voluntarily handed it over; today, in the third week, he still tossed it to someone else without even glancing at it.]

An extremely absurd yet irrefutable fact slowly surfaced in Hong Yao's mind, startling her so much that goosebumps rose all over her body.

[This kid... he hasn't used a single drop of ' Spirit-Nurturing Powder ' in the past ten days! He cultivated his technique to the Major Accomplishment stage out of thin air without consuming any cultivation resources?!]

Even the most outstanding geniuses and prodigies in the Central Divine Continent, possessing unparalleled divine bodies, would absolutely need a massive amount of high-grade spiritual springs and herbs to Major Accomplishment a cultivation technique within half a month. But this young man before him had nothing.

Without spiritual roots, resources, or guidance, how did he manage to do it?!

Just as Hong Yao's mind was in turmoil, the situation on the mountain path changed once again.

The boys who had snatched the medicine powder looked at Dongfang Yueming's departing figure with even more ill intent in their eyes.

"Stop right there! Who said you could leave? Since we've snatched the instructor's favorite's resources today, we have to leave a souvenir. Kneel down and kowtow three times to us, and we'll let you go up, how about that?" The tall young man grinned maliciously and reached out to grab Dongfang Yueming's shoulder.

Upon seeing this, the Hong Yao in the tree canopy felt a sudden tightness in its chest.

[Oh no! Although this kid has somehow reached the Major Accomplishment, he has never fought a true cultivator before. What if he gets injured...]

She was about to show herself and stop it.

However, the next second, her body froze on the spot.

Faced with the tall young man's outstretched palm, Dongfang Yueming didn't even raise an eyebrow. He simply shifted his body slightly to the side, dodging the palm with extreme ease and precision.

Immediately afterwards.

He simply raised his right hand and gently tapped one finger on the tall boy's chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled explosion.

Before the tall young man could even let out a scream, he was struck as if by a raging ancient Ferocious Beast. His bones cracked with a teeth-grinding sound, and he was sent flying more than ten meters away, smashing into the stone wall and cracking it. He collapsed, coughing up blood!

The other two henchmen were terrified and tried to run away, but Dongfang Yueming moved like lightning, his long legs drawing a perfect arc in the air, instantly brushing past their chests.

"Crack! Crack!" Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, the three spirited young men who had just Entry were now lying on the ground like three puddles of mud, howling in pain, their eyes filled with endless terror.

The entire mountain path fell into a deathly silence. All the onlookers were so shocked they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, trembling all over, unable to utter a single word.

Dongfang Yueming, however, acted as if he had merely stepped on three ants, calmly stepping over the three people and continuing towards the mountaintop.

In the crown of red-leaved trees.

Hong Yao stared blankly at the receding figure in the blue robe, her chest heaving violently, her breathing becoming rapid with extreme excitement and shock.

The pinnacle of Major Accomplishment. A combat control that is utterly effortless and terrifyingly perfect.

"Hehehe..." Hong Yao suddenly chuckled, her alluring eyes flashing with an intensely greedy light mixed with endless curiosity.

"Little guy, you've been hiding it well. It seems that when I get back today, I'll have to use some... extremely 'special' and 'deep' methods to interrogate you properly."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure transformed into a wisp of pink smoke and vanished instantly from the treetops.

As soon as Dongfang Yueming stepped into the main hall of the Bamboo Garden, the door behind him slammed shut with a bang.

Before he could react, a gentle breeze carrying the rich scent of peach blossoms brushed against his face. Then, a black lace ribbon, extremely soft in texture and emitting a faint warmth, suddenly wrapped around the back of his head and completely blindfolded him.

My vision was instantly plunged into darkness, but what followed was an amplification of my other senses.

Don't take it off, it's my little secret.

Hong Yao's seductive, yet slightly trembling whisper echoed in my ear.

Two warm, soft, boneless jade hands slowly climbed up his shoulders, and then a full, hot, almost naked, warm and soft body, with amazing elasticity, pressed firmly against his back from behind.

With the rustling sound of the light gauze slipping down, Dongfang Yueming could clearly feel Hong Yao, with its Ice Skin and Jade Bones, roaming freely over his body. The delicate touch, the burning breath, and the amazing curve of her body constantly rubbing against his back were all challenging the limits of this young body.

The obstructed view, ironically, amplified the sensory stimulation to its extreme.

Faced with such an almost demonic temptation, Dongfang Yueming's strong body, at the prime age of eighteen and brimming with vitality, gave the strongest physiological response in an extremely honest and natural manner.

Its head held high, pressed against Hong Yao's waist through the thin fabric of her clothes.

"Hehehe... you little rascal, your assets are truly frightening."

Hong Yao let out a charming low laugh, but her voice carried an undisguised hint of desire and shyness.

She stretched out her long, slender, and delicate hands, slowly moving them downwards, and with extreme Qingrou, yet with endless provocation, grasped that burning spot.