Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 59 Losing control
Her skin was snow-white and translucent, as if it were made of solidified jade, thin as cream, yet with a faint fox-like glow.

Her shoulders were slender and narrow, her collarbones were faintly visible, and her breasts were full and perky, rising and falling gently like snow-capped mountains after a clear day, her curves exquisite. Her slender waist, which could be encircled by one hand, tightened downwards, transitioning to her straight and long legs, the curves of her legs smooth and supple, as if sculpted by nature itself.

Her figure was tall and supple, with near-perfect proportions, and she exuded a captivating allure. It wasn't deliberate seduction, but rather an innate, bewitching charm. Every curve of her body seemed born to seduce, yet it never betrayed a trace of frivolity.

Upon closer inspection, her features were so exquisitely beautiful they were almost otherworldly. Her nose was delicate and upturned, her red lips were slightly parted, and the moment she opened her pair of blue-gold heterochromatic eyes, a bewitching light slowly flowed out, like a still pool of water rippling in the wind under the moonlight.

She tilted her head slightly, her snow-white hair cascading down her chest, partially obscuring her cleavage but adding to her alluring, hazy charm. That aura, somewhere between ethereal and demonic, pure and seductive, made Chu Ning's heart tighten, and she almost dared not look at her any longer.

She shifted her body slightly, softly and bonelessly nestling into his embrace. The scent of fox fur wafted over her face, intoxicating and dreamlike—Chu Ning felt a surge of heat in his chest, as if he were embracing a ball of white flame.

Her almost translucent white skin gleamed like cold jade under the moonlight, and her slender fingers quietly slid across his chest, like a nightmare hand reaching out from the shadows, gentle yet alarming.

"You..." Chu Ning began to speak in a low voice, but his voice was already hoarse.

The woman raised her head, her heterochromatic blue-gold eyes shimmering with a captivating light, a languid smile playing on her lips, as gentle as the first melting snow of spring, yet concealing a sharp edge.

"Your heart is beating so fast, Master..." she said softly, like a whispered call to a soul, "Are you afraid of me, or... thinking of me?"

As she spoke, her fingertips brushed against Chu Ning's Adam's apple, causing a strand of silver hair to dance without wind, its tips emitting a faint pink mist. A vein throbbed in Chu Ning's neck, and the mist, as if alive, seeped into his skin, blooming into a myriad of peach blossom illusions in his mind.

Chu Ning frowned, his divine sense surging like a tide as he tried to suppress the rising agitation: "You are not it."

"I'm not," the woman readily admitted, her long legs subtly wrapping around his waist, her breath brushing against his neck, carrying a deadly warmth and ambiguity.

“I am the obsession that never arose in her heart, the echo deep within your soul, the wisp of spirit that called you out in the dream of the icy pool.”

She nestled against his chest, her voice slow and dreamlike: "Just once... just once..."

She raised her hand, her fingertips landing on the golden headband on her forehead. The runes were now flickering slightly, like a cage struggling to break.

“If you let me go... I will be able to break free from these shackles and be no longer controlled by this curse.”

She looked up at him, her azure-gold heterochromatic eyes meeting his golden ones, and her voice suddenly became almost inaudible: "Do you know? You are its first and only recognized master. And I only want to be the only woman you acknowledge."

Before she finished speaking, she parted her lips slightly and slowly brought them close to his.

Chu Ning was suddenly jolted, his divine sense burning like a raging fire. In his dantian, the lingering passion and obsession caused by the thunder magic suddenly burst into flames as if infused with demonic power.

"Enough!" A thunderous storm erupted deep within Chu Ning's pupils, his divine sense transforming into a sharp blade that slashed towards the peach blossom illusion. The falling petals instantly turned black and curled up, and from the rift in the illusion, the memory of the little snow fox being pierced through the collarbone by golden chains appeared.

Chu Ning tried to get up, but found that the woman's arms were already wrapped around his neck. The movement was not violent, but rather like a slow and powerful snake coiling, soft yet resilient, making it impossible for him to move.

"Don't struggle." She said softly, "Just once, just once, and I can truly become yours, the one you want to be, understand?"

She gently kissed him, her lips both icy and fiery, carrying an alluring sweetness. In an instant, Chu Ning's vision went black, and the flames of passion in his soul surged like waves, almost swallowing his reason. His hand involuntarily rose and landed on her smooth, snow-white back. As their skin touched, the flames of passion suddenly flared up, almost bursting forth.

Just as he was about to lose control, the golden headband rune on the woman's forehead suddenly lit up.

The golden headband on her forehead suddenly trembled, bursting forth with a blinding golden light, as if responding to some kind of restriction and unleashing its sealing power.

"Ugh—" Her delicate body trembled, and she arched her back as if struck by lightning, a sharp pain flashing across her alluring face.

"You..." Chu Ning suddenly came to her senses.

Her body trembled slightly, she bit her lip to endure, but a complex emotion flickered in her blue-gold eyes—a mixture of resentment and unwillingness. She whispered:
"Damn it, it... is still struggling..."

"This body is not entirely mine after all."

At this point, her eyes darkened, and her voice turned colder: "If it weren't for that golden headband you used to bind me... I would have awakened long ago, and there would be no need for me to seduce you like this..."

The next instant, her body trembled like a phantom, fox ears appeared, tail feathers spread slightly, and a faint white light shone from her chest.

Chu Ning instantly regained his senses and shouted, "Retreat!"

A divine sense suddenly surged forth, its golden eyes shining brightly, forcefully suppressing the burning passion that entangled the sea of ​​consciousness.

The woman bent over in pain, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of her lips, and the golden lines on her forehead appeared like chains, throbbing violently, as if trying to press her back into a deep sleep!

"You...awakened her?!" Her tone was venomous and resentful, her teeth clenched as she coldly stared at Chu Ning. "You actually...held me back..."

Chu Ning pinched her chin, his golden eyes reflecting the struggling phantom of the little snow fox in her eyes: "You think you can take over this body? Don't forget—" His fingertip flashed with lightning into her brow, "I can give you form, and I can shatter your soul."

She suddenly laughed, a laugh filled with madness and resentment: "If I hadn't been bound by the golden headband, you would already be... already dead!"

The woman's body trembled, and a hint of wavering and confusion finally surfaced in her azure-gold eyes. Then, she slowly closed her eyes, her figure transforming into a wisp of silver light, and sank back into the little snow fox's body.

Chu Ning gently hugged the little snow fox, her brows furrowed.

The little snow fox's consciousness is being gradually eroded by the woman, and if that so-called "she" were to fully awaken, she might be an existence that the little snow fox could not possibly resist.

He looked down at the sleeping little snow fox in his arms.

It had returned to its original form, its fluffy white body curled up in a ball, its tail gently circling around itself, as if it were still sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the icy pool in its dream. The golden rune on its forehead had fallen silent, leaving only a faint glow, as if reminding it that the thrilling battle just now was not an illusion.

Chu Ning sighed softly, carefully tucking it into his robe. The warm fox breath pressed against his heart, even warmer than the rising sun. He looked up at the top of the cultivation pavilion, where a waning moon hung obliquely, a cold wind swirled, and the night was as deep as ink.

(End of this chapter)