8: Chapter 8 What? The young master wants to examine his body himself?

Inside the bedroom, red candles flickered.

Ambiguous warm light filtered through layers of light gauze, spilling between the bed curtains and adding a touch of sensual elegance.

Yan Ling'er walked in carrying a basin of hot water.

Her bare feet stepped onto the soft carpet; though she was clearly there to serve as a maid, she walked with the imposing air of an Empress of the main palace.

Clang.

The gold-rimmed copper basin was casually tossed onto the floor, splashing a bit of hot water and wetting the ground.

She did not kneel to serve like a servant; instead, with a twist of her waist, she naturally sat sideways on the edge of Su Feng's bed.

That somewhat tattered black gauze dress could not hide her long, fair, and beautiful legs.

She even deliberately crossed her legs, her jade-carved toes swaying gently in the air. The small silver bells tied around her ankles let out a crisp "ding-ling-ling," each chime provoking the limits of a man's nerves.

"The water is ready, Young Lord Su."

Yan Ling'er propped her chin on one hand, her naturally charming peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly. With her signature wicked smile, her gaze wandered shamelessly over Su Feng's body, as if sizing up her prey.

Su Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, watching her quietly.

"What? Stunned?"

Seeing that Su Feng didn't speak, Yan Ling'er grew even bolder. Her witch-like personality made her want to regain some ground against this seemingly upright man.

She leaned forward, approaching Su Feng like a lazy yet dangerous cat, her breath smelling like orchids and a faint fragrance hitting his nose.

"A moment ago outside, you were killing people like grass. How is it that now the door is closed and it's just the two of us, the Young Lord is pretending to be a gentleman?"

"Or perhaps..."

Yan Ling'er extended a slender finger, tracing circles on Su Feng's chest through the fabric, her fingertips hooking and stroking slowly.

Her voice carried a hint of trembling charm, but her eyes were fixed on him in a direct provocation.

"Are you disgusted that this slave's body is too broken? Or... are you like those old Taoists who preach benevolence and morality, only daring to look but not to eat, and are actually just a... wax spearhead?"

Su Feng still didn't move, but the Pupils within Pupils in his eyes contracted slightly, flashing with a dangerous light.

Seeing this, Yan Ling'er thought she had hit a sore spot. A flash of pride appeared in her eyes, and her crazy streak rose up again.

She simply leaned back and sprawled out on the bed in a posture that invited him to take her, beckoning Su Feng with a finger as her eyes became misty with lust.

"Come on~ As long as you help me pull out the nails, this body is yours to toy with tonight. Whether it's whips and candles, or those shameful tricks you want to play, this slave... isn't unable to cooperate~"

Before her voice had even faded.

Whoosh—!

A domineering gust of wind struck.

Before Yan Ling'er could react, her vision blurred, and then her entire body was pinned firmly to the bed by an irresistible force!

Su Feng knelt with one knee between her legs, and a large hand like an iron pincer instantly seized her two slender, flailing wrists, raising them above her head and pinning them firmly to the pillow.

The distance between them instantly closed to inches; their noses almost touched, and their breaths became intertwined.

The intense aura of a Pure Yang male produced by Su Feng's cultivation of the Yellow Emperors Scripture for Courting Women instantly enveloped Yan Ling'er like strong wine, making her feel slightly tipsy.

"You..." Yan Ling'er's arrogant attitude from a moment ago instantly froze, and her heart began to throb uncontrollably, as if it were about to burst through her chest.

"Since you're in such a hurry, then we'll start with a routine inspection."

Su Feng's voice was low and raspy, carrying an unquestionable authority.

His other free hand unceremoniously reached into the layers of her black gauze skirt.

"It is rumored that the enchantresses of the Demon Cult are best at hiding concealed weapons on their bodies. Especially in those Thirteen Styles of the Witch, poisonous blades that seal the throat with a touch are often hidden in private places."

"Since I am to use this body of yours, I naturally have to eliminate the danger first. I don't want to lose my life instead of finding pleasure."

This was an excuse, and also the most shameless of tests.

"Wh... what poisonous blades! You're talking nonsense! Those are just lies from common storybooks!!"

Yan Ling'er panicked, completely panicked.

She had never been in such close contact with a man, let alone being directly searched like this!

She felt that large, scorching hand unhurriedly climbing up her calf. The movement seemed like an inspection, but it was actually filled with technique.

Everywhere it passed, it seemed to ignite clusters of flames, so hot that her Soul trembled.

"Whether there are any, we'll know after checking." Su Feng's expression was cold and unmoved.

The large hand passed her knee, moving over the tight skin of her inner thigh...

"Mmph!!"

Yan Ling'er's body jerked violently, arching like she'd been electrocuted. Her exquisite face instantly turned bright red, and even the tips of her ears were burning.

Damn it! Does this guy's hand have fire in it?

Why is it that wherever he touches, that place becomes soft and hot... and there's even a strange longing?

Yan Ling'er, pull yourself together! You are the Saintess of the Blood Demon Cult, a female devil who kills without blinking. How can you be touched twice by a green boy and want... want him to use more force?!

Shameful!

Too shameful!

She wanted to struggle, but the magic of that large hand seemed to drill into her marrow through her Meridians, making her whole body as soft as mud, unable to muster any strength.

"Don't... don't touch there... there really are no hidden weapons... mmph..."

Yan Ling'er's voice completely changed its tone, carrying a hint of a sob and uncontrollable panting.

Her queenly demeanor from before was gone without a trace; at this moment, she looked exactly like a frightened little rabbit.

Su Feng's Pupils within Pupils flashed with divine light.

[System Notification: Inspection complete! Target Yan Ling'er, 100% purity, top-grade Physique, a legendary Masterpiece. No hidden weapon threats, Host may use with peace of mind.]

"It seems there really aren't any."

The corner of Su Feng's mouth curled into an arc as he slowly withdrew his hand.

He shook his fingers in front of Yan Ling'er, his tone teasing:

"However, while there are no poisonous blades, there's something else?"

"You!! I'm going to kill you!!"

After Yan Ling'er saw clearly what it was, she was dying of shame and indignation. She wished she could find a hole to crawl into, burying her head firmly in the pillow, not daring to look at him at all.

This bastard!

He clearly saw through everything, saw through her first-time awkwardness, and still had to humiliate her like this!

Is this guy really only twenty years old?? This technique is more skilled than a thousand-year-old monster!

"Behave yourself. The poison is cleared; now we begin the proper treatment."

Su Feng's expression turned serious, no longer teasing her.

He pressed both hands firmly onto Yan Ling'er's flat and smooth lower abdomen. Inside him, the Yellow Emperors Scripture for Courting Women circulated frantically, and a stream of pure and overbearing Pure Yang spiritual power, like molten lava, charged directly into Yan Ling'er's cold body!

"Ah—!!"

Yan Ling'er threw her head back, her slender neck tensing into a beautiful arc like a dying swan.

A sound escaped her mouth, though it was unclear if it was pain or some other emotion.

The Soul-Severing Nails locking her Dantian and Qi Sea was of an extremely Yin and cold attribute, and had tortured her for several years.

At this moment, meeting Su Feng's extremely hard and Yang Dragon Qi spiritual power, it was like snow meeting a blazing sun, producing an incredibly violent reaction!

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—

Two extreme spiritual powers collided and merged at her Dantian.

For Yan Ling'er, who was born with a Charming Physique, this ultimate Pure Yang Qi was both an antidote and the most potent love poison in the world!

"Hot... so hot... I can't take it..."

Yan Ling'er's eyes were blurred, her gaze losing focus. Her hands unconsciously gripped the bedsheets beneath her, her knuckles turning white, even tearing the sheets.

She felt as if she were floating in the clouds, yet also as if she were sinking into a sea of fire.

That sense of trembling deep within her Soul made her completely forget to resist. She could only instinctively meet the impact of the spiritual power, even actively arching her waist to meet that scorching hand.

"Endure it, the first nail is coming out."

Su Feng shouted in a low voice, the divine light of his Pupils within Pupils flaring. He turned one hand into a claw and pulled upward violently!

Poof!

A long nail, black as ink and emitting a foul stench, was forced out of her body by the Pure Yang spiritual power. It shot into the bedpost, instantly corroding the hard ironwood into ash.

"Ah... hah..."

With the departure of the first nail, Yan Ling'er was as if she had been fished out of water, her whole body drenched in fragrant sweat.

The tattered black gauze dress clung tightly to her body, outlining a breathtaking S-curve that was even more seductive.

She sprawled on the bed, panting heavily, with tears even hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Though only one nail had been pulled out, that feeling of lightness, as if shackles had been removed, made her completely lose herself.

"Bastard... are you treating a disease or killing someone..."

"Gently... I... I can't do it anymore..."

Though her mouth was cursing, her body very honestly shrunk into Su Feng's embrace, like a cold-fearing kitten seeking fire, craving more warmth from the Yang Qi.