94: Chapter 94 I am still a virgin.

The figure in goose-yellow robes cradled the unconscious Ye Xiaoyao, sweeping through the guest room like a wisp of smoke, while casually erasing the remaining traces of the Restriction.

She instantly transformed into an imperceptible streak of light, silently leaving the Yuelai Inn, flying straight out of Yellow Dragon Immortal City, and speeding off toward the northwest.

After flying about three hundred li, the streak of light descended, landing in a hidden mountain hollow.

Amidst the scattered rocks, there was a cave entrance half-hidden by vines.

The Sect Master of the Joyful Union Sect floated inside while carrying Ye Xiaoyao.

The cave was dry and contained a simple stone bed and stool left by predecessors, clearly having been a temporary resting place.

She set Ye Xiaoyao down, letting his back rest against a relatively flat rock.

After doing this, she did not leave.

Instead, she leaned down, placing her hands on the rock on either side of Ye Xiaoyao's body, trapping him between herself and the stone wall.

She tilted her head slightly, her nostrils twitching lightly like a spirit fox that had discovered a delicacy.

She sniffed carefully at Ye Xiaoyao's neck, his open collar and chest, and even his exposed arms.

The more she sniffed, the brighter the light in her eyes became. Her body even swayed unconsciously, her goose-yellow dress rippling with seductive curves, while an expression of excitement, mixed with ecstasy and greed, appeared on her face.

"Giggle, giggle..."

She finally couldn't help but chuckle softly, the sound echoing in the empty cave, filled with undisguised triumph.

"As expected! This aura... so pure and incomparably vibrant, filled with masculine vigor, there's no mistake! It's the Pure Yang Sacred Body! Truly, 'all the iron shoes worn out in the search, yet it was found without any effort at all'!"

She straightened her body, looking down from above at the unconscious Ye Xiaoyao.

As if admiring a peerless treasure, her full chest heaved with excitement:

"With you... why should I worry about not being able to form a Nascent Soul and break through that barrier? Giggle, giggle..."

Before her laughter died down, she suddenly noticed the body beneath her hands stiffen slightly.

Ye Xiaoyao suddenly opened his eyes.

Their eyes met.

Right before him was that face, bewitching to the extreme.

At this moment, it was flushed with excitement, light swirling in her beautiful peach-blossom eyes, filled with determination and... naked possessiveness.

At the same time, his peripheral vision could not avoid catching the full, heaving curves that were even more prominent due to her leaning posture, swaying slightly right before his eyes.

Snowy white and dazzling, it was breathtaking.

Ye Xiaoyao's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately forced himself to look away, all his senses instantly recovering, his vigilance raised to the highest level.

All these changes happened in less than a single breath.

Seeing him wake up, the Sect Master of the Joyful Union Sect was not alarmed, but instead laughed even more happily.

That bewitching face leaned in a few inches closer, almost touching the tip of Ye Xiaoyao's nose.

Her warm, sweet-scented breath brushed against his face:

"Young Master~~ You're finally awake? If you didn't wake up, I would have had to... force myself upon you~"

Her tone was seductively bone-melting, but the meaning behind her words sent a chill down Ye Xiaoyao's spine.

He quickly suppressed the chaotic thoughts roiling in his mind, recalled the last piece of information he had caught before losing consciousness, and asked in a deep voice:

"Senior... are you the Sect Master of the Joyful Union Sect?"

"Oh my~~"

The Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect blinked her watery, peach-blossom eyes and extended a slender finger painted with nail polish, lightly tapping the tip of his nose.

"Young Master is truly clever~ I won't hide it from you, I am indeed the Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect, but..."

She drew out her tone, her gaze clinging to him stickily:

"Those empty titles don't matter! Right now, I only want to be your little wife, to be affectionate with you by day and engage in Dual Cultivation with you by night~~"

Seeing her attempting the same old trick, Ye Xiaoyao took a deep breath, circulating the Pure Yang Qi within his body to steady his mind, and spoke as calmly as possible:

"Senior... Sect Master, you are joking. This Junior is merely a Foundation Establishment Cultivator with shallow cultivation and ordinary Aptitude; how could I possibly catch your eye?"

"Besides, this Junior already has a Dao Companion, and our affection is deep. I ask that you, Senior, please show mercy and let this Junior leave."

"Senior? Senior again?"

The Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect suddenly pouted her red lips, looking both annoyed and resentful.

Her entire upper body pressed down again, pushing that astonishing softness directly against Ye Xiaoyao's chest, and she even rubbed against him on purpose.

"Am I really that old? Young Master, take a closer look~~"

Through the thin clothing, the sensation was incredibly clear and astonishingly elastic.

Ye Xiaoyao's breath hitched, and his Pure Yang Sacred Body reacted instinctively, a wave of heat rising from his lower abdomen.

He couldn't help but think to himself: She's really quite shameless; she truly lives up to being from the Joyful Union Sect!

On the surface, he could only force himself to remain calm and try to lean back, but there was already rock behind him with nowhere to retreat, so he had to turn his head away:

"Sect... Fairy, please show some self-respect; you are pressing against me."

"Pressing against you?"

The Sect Master of the Joyful Union Sect looked down at her chest, which was even more alluringly shaped due to the compression, and instead of pulling back, she pushed forward even more, giggling:

"It's good that I'm pressing against you~ I just want to be closer to you, Young Master~~"

She lifted her eyelids, her gaze swirling.

"Young Master, you've already called me Fairy, why can't you... call me Sister?"

Her voice was soft and seductive, like a hook.

Ye Xiaoyao's mind raced.

Resisting head-on was clearly not an option; the opponent's cultivation was far higher than his own.

Feigning compliance might be the only way to find a chance to escape.

He forced a smile and softened his voice:

"Sister... can you let this little brother go now? I truly have urgent matters to attend to."

Seeing that he had finally changed how he addressed her, a flash of triumph crossed the eyes of the Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect.

But upon hearing the second half of the sentence, that bewitching smile gradually faded.

She straightened up slightly, and although she was still very close, the intentionally emitted air of seduction lessened.

Replacing it was a calm and assertive air belonging to a superior.

"Let you go?"

She shook her head gently, her red lips curving into a cold arc.

"Young Master, I'm afraid that won't do."

She reached out, her fingertips brushing against Ye Xiaoyao's cheek; the movement was gentle but carried a sense of control.

"You possess the Pure Yang Sacred Body... such a once-in-ten-thousand-years Opportunity, I have been waiting for it for a long time."

Her voice was still soft and seductive, but it revealed a clear intent.

"I want you to help me break through to the Nascent Soul realm."

As expected!

Ye Xiaoyao sneered inwardly, but his face remained calm.

He even lifted his chin slightly, looking directly at the bewitching woman, and said:

"Sister, although I possess the Pure Yang Sacred Body, whether I help you or not... the decision is mine."

He circulated his Mind-Cultivation Technique, and the pure essence of pure yang within his body suddenly retracted, sinking into the deepest part of his Dantian.

At the same time, the Pure Yang aura radiating from his body weakened, becoming ordinary.

"Look."

Ye Xiaoyao's tone was steady, carrying a hint of fearlessness:

"The pure yang object is controlled by my will. If I am unwilling, even if you capture me, you cannot take what you want."

After these years of Cultivation, Ye Xiaoyao was able to control the release and retraction of his Pure Yang Qi at will.

The Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect's slender willow eyebrows furrowed.

She could feel that the aura of the pure yang Origin on Ye Xiaoyao, which made her intoxicated and deeply desired, had indeed become obscure and hard to find.

The look of resentment on her face deepened, her eyes glistening with moisture, as if she had suffered a great grievance:

"Young Master, are these words... because you despise me and are unwilling to help me?"

She bit her red lips, looking pitiful.

"Could it be that this sister is not beautiful enough to catch your eye?"

As she spoke, she suddenly made two extremely bold movements.

First, she puffed out her proud chest, the full curves almost bursting out of her clothes.

Then, she raised her fair hand, pinched the corner of her goose-yellow skirt, and slowly lifted it upward.

A section of jade-like leg, as white as congealed fat, round, straight, and long, was exposed without any concealment in the dim cave.

The skin was smooth, and the lines were breathtakingly perfect.

Her other hand gently stroked her thigh, her fingertips slowly sliding upward from her knee, the movement slow and full of suggestion.

Her gaze, however, remained entangled on Ye Xiaoyao's face, filled with temptation and provocation:

"Young Master~~, are these legs of mine beautiful? Do you... want to touch them?"

Finally, she cast a soul-stealing, seductive glance.

Ye Xiaoyao felt a "boom" in his head as his blood surged.

The most instinctive desires of his Pure Yang Sacred Body were completely ignited by this naked visual stimulation and verbal teasing.

His throat went dry, his breathing became heavy, and he almost couldn't hold himself back.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, using the pain and the frantically circulating Pure Yang spiritual power to barely suppress the heat that was almost bursting out of his body, just as he was about to speak to rebuke her or change the subject.

"Oh~~"

The bewitching woman, however, took the lead, letting out a soft sound of realization.

She leaned even closer, her red lips almost touching the auricle of Ye Xiaoyao's ear, her warm breath, accompanied by an even softer and more seductive voice, drilling into his ears:

"I know now~~ Young Master, you've been hesitating... could it be that you despise me... because I am no longer a maiden?"

She paused, lowering her voice even further, with a secret, intriguing tone, her breath as fragrant as orchids:

"Young Master~~ you can rest assured~~"

"I am, after all, still... a maiden~~"