47: A gentle ripple in the desolate night, a boat adrift on the sea of ​​desire.

The raft sailed steadily on the ink-blue sea, leaving behind fleeting white wakes. The hazy sky was gradually replaced by profound darkness. The night in the Desolate Sea had no stars, no moonlight, only boundless darkness and the low roar of distant waves, a depressing scene that made one's heart uneasy.

Lin Xuan sat cross-legged at the bow of the raft, his eyes slightly closed. He was not Cultivating, but rather spreading his Divine Sense like a spiderweb, vigilant against potential dangers beneath the dark surface of the sea. At the same time, he was silently digesting the gains from his trip to the Demon Palace—a deeper understanding of the Power of Stars, the application of that soul-bewitching power, and a closer connection with the immortal abode pivot token. His Early Golden Core Stage Realm had been thoroughly solidified under continuous intense battles and immense pressure, even subtly advancing towards the Middle Stage.

Su Wanqing sat in the middle of the raft, a cluster of moon-white cold flames dancing on her fingertips, serving both as illumination and for silent Cultivation. After enduring the erosion of the Demon Palace's Devilish Qi and the baptism of the Power of Stars, her Taiyin Youying Bloodline seemed to have become even more refined. Within her cool and aloof temperament, there was a subtle hint of the composure and resilience gained after enduring tribulations. Her gaze occasionally swept over Lin Xuan's back at the bow, a complex and unreadable glimmer flashing in her clear eyes, which quickly receded, returning to a state of calm.

Qu Feiyan, on the other hand, leaned languidly against the stern of the raft, her red gauze dress like a flickering flame in the darkness. She was not Cultivating, and her seductive eyes still sparkled in the dark, unabashedly fixed on Lin Xuan's tall silhouette. The night in the Desolate Sea isolated everything from the outside, as if transforming this small raft into an independent world, and also amplifying certain hidden thoughts deep within people's hearts. She could clearly recall Lin Xuan's fearless and heroic demeanor in the Demon Suppressing Palace, where he turned the tide, and sense the surging masculine Qi and increasingly powerful strength within his body. A desire, a mix of admiration, a craving for conquest, and pure physiological attraction, grew like wild grass in her heart.

She gently twisted her waist, shifting into a more graceful posture. Her red lips slightly parted, her breath like orchids, with a hint of lazy hoarseness, breaking the silence on the raft: "Junior Martial Brother~ This long night in the Desolate Sea is boundless. Must we just sit here idly?"

Her voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a hook, exceptionally clear in the silent night, drilling straight into one's heart.

Lin Xuan's brow furrowed imperceptibly. Without turning around, his voice was calm and steady: "Conserving energy and being vigilant against danger is the proper course of action."

"Danger?" Qu Feiyan chuckled, her voice becoming even sweeter and more cloying. "With you here, what danger does this Elder Sister have to fear? Sitting idly like this, however, is truly boring." She paused, and her tone suddenly turned resentful. "Speaking of which, in that Demon Palace, dangers lurked everywhere, and this Elder Sister worried for you and helped you out several times~ Does Junior Martial Brother have nothing to say to this Elder Sister? Or... to show your appreciation?"

Her words were bold and direct, carrying undisguised provocation and demand. In the darkness, she could even imagine Lin Xuan's slightly helpless yet forcefully composed profile, which intensified her desire for conquest.

Su Wanqing, sitting in the middle, felt the moonlight around her subtly fluctuate. Although her eyes were still closed, the fingertips holding the incantation silently tightened. She could feel Qu Feiyan's almost tangible charm, like invisible threads, coiling towards Lin Xuan at the bow of the raft. A strange irritation and displeasure rippled through her serene heart.

Gongsun Yu huddled in another corner of the raft, her small face flushed crimson in the darkness as she listened to Qu Feiyan's bold and explicit words. She even lightened her breathing, afraid of attracting attention. In her heart, there was shyness, and also a subtle sense of loss that she herself hadn't even noticed.

Lin Xuan felt the burning gaze and pervasive charm from behind him, and he too felt helpless. This vixen truly couldn't stay still for a moment. He knew Qu Feiyan's nature; the more he acknowledged her, the more energetic she would become. But if he completely ignored her on this lonely night in the Desolate Sea, who knew what more outrageous things she might do.

He slowly opened his eyes, still not turning his head, his gaze fixed on the endless darkness ahead. His voice carried a hint of undeniable coldness: "Senior Sister Qu, I, Lin, appreciate your repeated assistance. But if you overstep your bounds again, do not blame me for disregarding the camaraderie of sharing this journey."

The warning in his words was very clear. At the same time, his vital Qi slightly surged, and an aura of pure yang and righteousness spread out, like an invisible barrier, slightly forcing back the coiling charm.

Qu Feiyan felt the repulsion of that masculine aura, and the smile in her seductive eyes faded a bit, but she did not retreat. Instead, it was as if her competitive spirit had been roused. She let out a soft hmph, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance and provocation: "Junior Martial Brother is truly heartless~ Fine, fine, this Elder Sister won't bother you then."

Despite her words, she did not rein herself in. Instead, she adjusted her posture, making herself appear even more curvaceous in the darkness, and her unique seductive fragrance seemed to become even more potent, silently permeating the small space of the raft.

Silence once again fell upon the raft, but the atmosphere was even more subtle than before. The moonlight around Su Wanqing seemed to grow colder, like a silent declaration. Qu Feiyan's charm, meanwhile, was like a vine in the dark night, quietly growing. Gongsun Yu, caught in the middle, felt utterly uncomfortable.

Lin Xuan sighed inwardly, knowing that this return journey would likely not be peaceful. He collected his thoughts, no longer paying attention to the undercurrents behind him, and focused all his attention on controlling the raft and maintaining vigilance.

Just then, his Divine Sense suddenly stirred, and he abruptly looked towards the dark sea surface far to his left!

"Something is approaching! Very fast!" he said in a deep voice, instantly breaking the subtle atmosphere.

Upon hearing this, the Three women immediately cast aside all distracting thoughts, their expressions stern. Their spiritual power instantly gathered, and they vigilantly looked in the direction Lin Xuan indicated.

In that profound darkness, several points of eerie green light were cutting through the waves at an astonishing speed, rushing towards the raft! A fierce and greedy aura assailed them from a distance!

The nights in the Desolate Sea were never without danger.