[*an imaginary demon assuming female form and formerly held to have sexual intercourse with men in their sleep.].
Ning Chen opened his mouth, his tone filled with confusion yet clear and pleasant to the ear.
He tried to recall her but could only summon a vague memory.
After all, during this hundred years of isolation, he hadn’t had a shred of social interaction.
Even now, if he closed his eyes, he could recall every mole on Liu Ruyan’s body. But his memories of Qinglian Sect had long blurred.
Liu Ruyan did have a shimei, right?
Yes, rare purple hair, but she seemed… slimmer than this?
“Shizhi, have you forgotten? I even taught you for a while back then,” Xu Qingyao said, her smile softening.
Maybe? Ning Chen didn’t care.
Whoever came didn’t make a difference to him.
Seeing his indifference, Xu Qingyao didn’t feel awkward.
She raised the sect master’s token, opened the stone prison gate, and walked inside.
When Ning Chen saw the token, he instantly understood her purpose.
Xu Qingyao glanced around the stone cave, taking in its sparse furnishings, and silently marveled at how ruthless her shijie was.
This was a direct disciple. Even if he was imprisoned as a dual-cultivation cauldron, shouldn’t the room have at least one decent piece of furniture besides the bed?
Naturally, Xu Qingyao misunderstood.
She assumed Ning Chen must feel betrayed by someone he trusted most, harboring resentment and bitterness toward Liu Ruyan.
With that thought, she gracefully walked to Ning Chen’s side and, without hesitation, sat down next to him.
A faint, ambiguous fragrance lingered in the air.
Her slender eyebrows furrowed, her face filled with concern and reproach, as if genuinely caring for him.
“How could Shijie treat you , Shizhi? It’s too much!” Xu Qingyao exclaimed indignantly, her demeanor fully embodying a senior’s protective care.
Ning Chen glanced at the pair of substantial assets right before him, his eyelid twitching.
If not for the sect master’s token and her revealing attire, he might have believed she’d stumbled upon the truth and come to rescue him out of genuine concern.
And—hold on—why was her hand on his thigh now?!
Before he could complain further, the system notification chimed in.
[Detected a replicable physique nearby—Bishui Youfang Body. Would you like to inspect it?].
Hmm? Ning Chen’s eyes lit up.
She has something worth replicating?
Curious, he activated the system.
[Identity: Great Elder of Qinglian Sect].
[Cultivation: Golden Core, Great Perfection].
[Physique: Bishui Youfang Body (Grade: Purple. A physique theoretically exclusive to women. Upon awakening, the body becomes extraordinarily supple, exudes a natural alluring fragrance, and maximizes the absorption of yang energy during dual cultivation, as long as the body’s limits are not exceeded.)].
[Divine Abilities: None].
[Appearance Rating: 95].
Goodness gracious! Ning Chen felt his lips twitch.
This woman was a walking succubus!
Judging by its description, the Bishui Youfang Body outshone the Pure Yin Physique coveted by male cultivators as a dual-cultivation treasure.
The former was a predator physique, while the latter was merely a fast-cultivation body prone to exploitation. Despite its purple grade, Ning Chen believed the Bishui Youfang Body’s potential rivaled golden-grade physiques.
Her current bottleneck at Golden Core was likely due to ignorance about her own body’s abilities.
If she had joined a sect like the Hehuan Sect, she’d probably be a Nascent Soul powerhouse by now.
That said, things weren’t bad for her now either.
Typically, the stronger the yang energy, the faster the Bishui Youfang Body cultivates.
As for Ning Chen, well… He was confident his primordial yang was unrivaled in the cultivation world.
Still, a concern lingered in his mind.
“System, if I replicate this physique, will I turn into some effeminate man?” Ning Chen asked internally, a little anxious.
The description had mentioned it was exclusive to women, after all.
[Don’t worry. Any replicated physique incompatible with your body will be optimized to suit you perfectly.].
Ning Chen sighed and took a deep breath, only to have the sweet fragrance flood his senses.
Then suddenly, his body reacted involuntarily.
What a domineering effect!
Noticing the very apparent response, Xu Qingyao looked startled.
It’s this… effective?
She couldn’t help but admire her shijie. Could she even handle this herself?
Xu Qingyao still doubted her shijie’s claims about her nephew’s mystical yang energy, but having come all this way—and after pleading for this opportunity—she couldn’t leave empty-handed.
She desperately wanted to advance.
Ning Chen, suppressing his inner turmoil, forced a smile. “Thank you, Shishu, for your concern. I… I’m fine.”
Xu Qingyao’s elegant brows arched sharply.
“You call this ‘fine’?” she countered.
“Has Shijie been mistreating you?”
“Let me see. Once we’re out, I’ll make sure to get justice for you!”
“Shishu, why are you pulling on my waistband?” Ning Chen blurted out, alarmed.
“To check your injuries, of course! Be good!”
The red curtains fell once again, their gentle swaying accompanied by the sound of rustling fabric.
A pile of clothing began to accumulate outside.
The everlasting lamp flickered, its light trembling along with the shadows within.