Huang Wan’er was completely spent, collapsed on the bed.
Outside, dawn was breaking; it was past four in the morning, and, sure enough, their session had been intense and exhilarating.
They had gone through all eighteen forms of the Arhat Eighteen Forms.
Both had reached a frenzied climax.
Even someone as strong as Chen Jie felt a sore weakness in his waist.
Just as the two had ended their bout and were resting, there came a sudden knocking at the door, startling them both.
Huang Wan’er asked with forced energy.
At this moment, the voice of the maid Du Juan came from outside: "Madam, are you alright? Did you call for me just now?"
Chen Jie looked at Huang Wan’er and couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing that even the mightiest woman couldn’t stay silent.
Seeing Chen Jie laughing at her, a smile appeared on Huang Wan’er’s face, making Chen Jie immediately feel uneasy.
Damn, he had forgotten this woman’s thought processes were different from those of ordinary women.
With a mischievous smile, Huang Wan’er responded to the voice outside, "Yes."
"Madam, are you sure you’re okay? I’ll come in and check on you."
Chen Jie immediately widened his eyes; she really wasn’t afraid of making a scene. Huang Wan’er, not to be outdone, stared back at him as if to say, Let’s see who’s crazier.
Chen Jie immediately gave in, palms together, conceding defeat.
Huang Wan’er said, "No need, I just had a nightmare. I was chased by a wild beast and broke out into a sweat. Go prepare some water; I want to take a bath in a bit."
"Oh, of course, Madam."
Du Juan replied with a single voice.
Huang Wan’er looked at Chen Jie and said, "How about it, Mr. Chen, was that exhilarating?"
Chen Jie replied, "You are truly wild."
Huang Wan’er said, "Heh, I’m about to take a bath; want to join?"
Chen Jie answered, "Forget it, it’s already light out. Maybe next time."
Huang Wan’er looked at Chen Jie and said, "Heh, Mr. Chen, I suddenly find myself a bit fond of you, you know?"
Chen Jie said, "Stop it, didn’t we agree this was a transaction?"
Huang Wan’er asked, "Aren’t women fickle creatures? So, do you like me even a little?"
Chen Jie was silent...
In fact, he did like Huang Wan’er a bit, after all, she had given him many unique experiences.
As the saying goes, "Familiarity breeds fondness."
With each deepening encounter, he had developed some special feelings for this mad beauty.
But she was so wild that he didn’t dare get too...
"If you weren’t so wild, maybe I would like you," Chen Jie said.
Huang Wan’er, grinning, replied, "Then you better not like me. I won’t change for anyone; I am me, a lover of freedom."
Chen Jie saw Huang Wan’er’s childlike innocent smile and didn’t know how to respond.
If Chen Jie had said to Su Yunjin that he didn’t like something about her, his wife would certainly respond with, "Husband, I will change."
But this Mrs. Huang would rather not be liked than change herself—quite a character indeed.
Stretching languidly, Huang Wan’er said, "Ah~ the Spirit Transformation Grass is yours. This time, I am very satisfied. Now tell me, Mr. Chen, what do you want next?"
As Huang Wan’er slowly dressed herself, Chen Jie stated, "Five-hundred-year-old Blood Ganoderma."
Huang Wan’er said, "Blood Ganoderma? You’ll have to wait a while for that; I don’t have any on hand."
Chen Jie replied, "Then forget it, I’ll find another way."
Huang Wan’er said, "Mhm, that’s fine. Next time, I’ll try to get it for you. I estimate that if not tomorrow, then the day after, I will be leaving this place."
"Oh? Madam is going to?"
"Return to the city. Nan Batian doesn’t allow me to stay outside for more than half a month. Now, it’s time for you to go," Huang Wan’er explained.
Hearing this, Chen Jie said, "Madam, if one day Nan Batian is no more, what would you like to do?"
Huang Wan’er looked puzzled and replied, "Become a nun? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go see the world. We’ll talk about it when the time comes, if I’m still alive by then."
Chen Jie looked at her and Huang Wan’er suddenly turned with a smile, "So, Mr. Chen, you better seize the opportunity."
"Perhaps I’m like an ephemeral night-blooming flower, gone in a flash. You must take advantage of the opportunity to extract enough value from me, or won’t you lose out?"
Frowning, Chen Jie asked, "What do you mean?"
Huang Wan’er suddenly looked up at Chen Jie and said, "Ah, I’ve just thought of something fun."
Chen Jie wondered what madness was next.
She said, "Heh, Nan Batian has two most cherished things: power, and his martial arts."
"So, Mr. Chen, do you want the Mystic Ice Power?"
Chen Jie’s eyes widened—the Mystic Ice Power, a martial art even more formidable than Stone Breaking Hand, was Nan Batian’s special technique; was Huang Wan’er planning to sneak it to him?
"How many times would that cost?"
Chen Jie could not hold back his eagerness; in the prime of his life, he wouldn’t sell himself cheaply unless the offer was too good.
Alright then, the Mystic Ice Power!
Considering this, Chen Jie looked at Huang Wan’er and asked, "How many times?"
Huang Wan’er counted on her fingers, "One, two...five times, at least five times."
"Deal!" Chen Jie agreed without bargaining, but Huang Wan’er continued, "However, there’s one condition: I can bring it to you, but you can’t practice it!"
Huang Wan’er explained, "If you practice it, how will you pay? It’d render you impotent."
Indeed, while the Mystic Ice Power in Nan Batian’s hands was strong, it had a significant risk of causing impotence, something Huang Wan’er couldn’t tolerate.
So how could she steal it for him if he planned to welsh on the deal by going ’bankrupt’?