I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

Li Hanshan's body stiffened. He could feel that the temperature of her body pressed against his was unusually high. The thin, silvery membrane that covered him had long since shattered from the friction between them, revealing the skin beneath, which was flushed pink with passion.

Her fingers groped haphazardly on his back, her fingertips carrying a greedy force that she would never have when she was awake, as if she wanted to crush his robes and flesh together.

"Sect Master..." Li Hanshan tried to call her back to her senses, but she lowered her head and blocked his voice.

Her kiss carried a domineering, irresistible force, and when her tongue pried open his teeth, it carried a faint smell of blood—the lingering taste of the demonic power she had just been injured by.

That kiss, a mixture of the sweet scent of aphrodisiac and the stench of blood, acted like a fuse, completely igniting the barely maintained defenses within him.

The pure yang fire receded from the meridians and sank into the depths of the dantian like a tide.

His reason was overwhelmed by something even more intense at that moment. He wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up, then threw out several array flags to set up a concealment array to cover the surroundings, and took out a bed from his storage bag.

After doing all this, Li Hanshan completely lost his temper. He threw her onto the bed and then...

Shen Yun tilted her head back, letting out a very low sound, her gaze unfocused as she looked at the array patterns at the top of the formation, which were tinged with dark gold by the twilight.

The sea breeze howled, carrying the lingering stench of the beast tide and the still-lingering gray-white mist, casting the two figures' shadows on the ground, overlapping into a long, swaying dark silhouette.

An hour. The commotion within the hiding place lasted for about an hour, the sounds shattered by the sea breeze seeping into the night through the cracks in the broken walls.

Shen Yun's consciousness slowly surfaced amidst the lingering afterglow, like a leaf pushed back to shore by the tide. The first thing she sensed was the softness of the bed beneath her, then the warm weight of the arm across her waist, and then her current state—she was practically clinging to Li Han, tightly pressed against him.

Her cheeks were flushed with a blush that she couldn't hide in the twilight, her lips were slightly swollen, and her hair was disheveled and scattered over her shoulders.

The moment she opened her eyes, all her memories rushed in like a floodgate being opened—the aphrodisiac mist, the loss of control, all the proactive actions she had taken, every frame as clear as if etched into her mind.

Her breathing quickened involuntarily. She wanted to get up, to break free from this warm body, but her body felt limp, as if all strength had been drained from her. His arms remained firmly around her waist, sensing even her slightest movements. She even felt him subtly adjust his position in his sleep, pulling her closer to him with an almost instinctive, clinging-to-something-heavy force.

Then she realized something even more bewildering—they were still inseparable.

Shen Yun froze on the spot, as if she had been frozen in place, afraid to move. She could feel the heat on her cheeks spreading to her ears and neck, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to take three deep breaths, trying to bring her racing heartbeat back to normal. But with each breath, she could smell his scent—a faint, sweaty aroma mixed with pure yang energy, warmed by her body temperature, lingering on the tip of her nose.

Her reason told her that she should get up immediately, get dressed, push the person away, and then think carefully about how to deal with an outsider who had infiltrated the Purple Thunder Pavilion by hiding his cultivation level.

But her hand trembled slightly as she braced herself against the bed. Just as she lifted it, his arm around her waist pressed her back down, and she sank back into his embrace, her back pressed against the curve of his chest.