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Chu Feng reached out to help, but didn't touch anyone. However, another wave of pink spiritual energy surged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The two golden pills turned slightly, and the alluring power disappeared once more.

But on the surface, he pretended to be aroused and swallowed hard.

"Be careful, senior sister."

Xia Hanyan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his reaction.

Sure enough, men are all the same.

She sat down on a stone bench in the courtyard, crossed her legs, and the light gauze slid up her thighs.

"Junior Brother Chu's strike today was so powerful that even Long Aotian couldn't withstand it. I'm really curious about it."

She rested her chin on her hand, her peach blossom eyes half-closed as she looked at him. "Could I take a look at your knife?"

Chu Feng sat down opposite her and placed the blood-red longsword on the table.

"Senior sister, would you like to see the knife, or something else?"

Xia Hanyan was momentarily speechless at these words, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard that she almost fell over, the light gauze covering her chest making people dizzy.

"Junior brother speaks so directly, I like it."

"But what I really want to know is, what kind of cultivation technique is Junior Brother practicing, and how has he improved so quickly?"

Chu Feng touched his nose and gave a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Well... I'm afraid my senior sister will laugh at me if I tell her."

"My sister isn't smiling."

Xia Hanyan leaned closer to him, her knees almost touching Chu Feng's thighs. "Junior brother, please talk to your older sister."

As she spoke, the spiritual power within her body intensified even further.

The pink ripples, like countless fine threads, burrowed into Chu Feng's lower body through the air.

Chu Feng stared at Xia Hanyan for a long time, his gaze sliding from her face to her collarbone, then to her waistline, and finally stopping at her long, slender legs.

"Senior sister, it smells so good..."

Xia Hanyan almost burst out laughing.

Hooked.

Hongxiu, who was behind the house, felt a pang of panic when she saw Chu Feng like this.

This woman is definitely suspicious!

She wanted to rush out and shout, but then she remembered what Chu Feng had told her.

All he could do was watch as the pink glow on Xia Hanyan's fingers grew stronger and stronger, biting his lower lip.

This woman is definitely a trained seductress!

Is the young master... really alright?

In the courtyard, Xia Hanyan had already stood up and slowly walked behind Chu Feng.

Her hand rested on Chu Feng's shoulder, her ten fingers gently massaging him, and pink spiritual energy flowed from her palm into Chu Feng's meridians.

"Junior brother, you must be working hard in your cultivation. Let your older sister help you relax a bit~"

Chu Feng leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back slightly, and lay on her lower abdomen.

"Hmm... Senior sister's technique is quite good."

Xia Hanyan's eyes revealed a smug expression.

With a little more effort, as long as we can control his soul and leave a mental imprint in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This man will be her puppet from now on!

At that time, not only will we get a spot in the Heavenly Abyss Secret Realm, but we'll also be able to get our hands on his secret to rapidly increasing his cultivation level!

That idiot Liu Ruoxue only wants him dead.

Xia Hanyan is far more farsighted than those short-sighted good-for-nothings!

"Junior brother."

Xia Hanyan leaned down, her lips almost touching Chu Feng's earlobe, "I have a dual cultivation technique that will benefit both of us."

"How about...give it a try?"

Chu Feng raised his arm and placed it on her wrist.

"it is good."

Xia Hanyan was overjoyed and activated her charm technique to its fullest extent.

Pink spiritual energy shot out from his five fingers, transforming into dozens of threads that shot towards Chu Feng's sea of ​​consciousness.

This is her trump card – Drunken Dream Thousand Threads.

Once inside the mind, the other person will be trapped in a blissful illusion.

All willpower and mental defenses vanished.

Pink threads flowed into Chu Feng's brow.

Xia Hanyan sensed that the opponent's mental defenses seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Become!

The curve of her lips widened, and she tightened her grip, preparing to imprint her mental mark.

Behind the house, Hongxiu could no longer hold back.

She saw Chu Feng's body begin to tremble slightly, his eyes half-closed, as if he had truly fallen into it.

"Young Master!"

She called out, but Chu Feng did not respond.

Hongxiu felt a chill in her heart and reached into her bosom.

That was a communication jade slip given to me by Yuexi.

Senior Yuexi once said that troubles below the Nascent Soul stage should be crushed.

Without hesitation, Hongxiu exerted force with her fingers, and the jade slip shattered into powder in her palm.

A beam of white light shot into the sky and disappeared into the night.

After doing all this, Hongxiu turned around and ran out of the courtyard.

"Guards! Someone is trying to harm the young master! Someone is trying to harm the young master!"

Xia Hanyan frowned and glanced at Hongxiu, who had run away.

A refined maidservant can't cause any trouble.

Once she has planted the mark in Chu Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, even if the Heavenly King himself came, it would be useless.

She refocused her attention on Chu Feng, and the pink threads penetrated deep into her sea of ​​consciousness, probing towards the very core of her divine soul.

Nearly.

Getting closer.

She could even sense the reflection of the golden core deep within Chu Feng's sea of ​​consciousness.

Then, she heard the sound of a knife ringing.

Within Chu Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, the two golden cores trembled simultaneously.

One released scorching pure yang flames, while the other shot out a vast and boundless sword intent.

The two forces merged into one within the sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into a crimson-gold blade of light that slashed away all the debris within.

The pink silk thread that Xia Hanyan sent in was instantly burned to ashes.

Not only did the silk thread break, but the destructive force also rebounded into her sea of ​​consciousness through the connection between her and Chu Feng.

"What's going on? No..."

Xia Hanyan wanted to stop, but it was too late.

Chu Feng opened his eyes.

There was no longer any dazedness in those eyes, only indifference.

He raised his right hand.

The blood-red longsword had somehow appeared in his hand.

An invisible blade intent rose from the hilt of the sword, passed through the air, through Xia Hanyan's fingers that were still resting on his shoulder, and directly entered her brow.

Broken soul.

Xia Hanyan's pupils suddenly dilated.

A sharp pain shot through her mind, and the seductive arts she had meticulously crafted over a decade shattered under this attack.

"what!"

She let out a piercing scream and fell from behind Chu Feng, crashing onto the stone slab in the courtyard.

Her body was curled up in a ball, her hands covering her head, and her face turned from flushed to deathly pale.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth, and the watery light in her peach blossom eyes turned into fear.

The dark red veil was torn apart, revealing a patch of white skin underneath, but she didn't even bother to cover herself up.

Chu Feng stood up from his chair, looked down at Xia Hanyan on the ground, and put the knife back on the table.

"The performance is over, senior sister."

Xia Hanyan looked up, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"You...you weren't infected at all?"

"From beginning to end?"

Chu Feng squatted down, smiled slightly, and said, "From the moment you stepped through the door."

"Your seductive skills are indeed quite good; someone else might not be able to resist."

"Too bad luck for you, you ran into me."

Xia Hanyan gritted her teeth and tried to back away, bracing herself with her hands on the ground.

But her mind had just been severely beaten, and she didn't even have the strength to mobilize her spiritual power.

With limbs feeling weak, he tried for a long time but still couldn't move an inch.

Chu Feng didn't give her a chance to retreat. He pressed down on her shoulder with his left hand, fixing her in place.

"Speak, who sent you?"