Chapter 9, I yield to you

As soon as the words fell, a low laugh escaped the man. His gaze sparkled like a galaxy, and there was an unmistakable hint of mockery in his voice, "Hmm... what do you want?"

The faint, peculiar fragrance emanating from him was rich like wine, and as his sleeves rolled, an intoxicating aura spread, as if a spark had suddenly ignited Meng Fuyao's reason. For a moment, Meng Fuyao found herself at a loss for how to respond, standing there frozen, not daring to move. She could vaguely hear his low laughter ringing in her ears, the breath brushing against her earlobe, causing a slight tickle

Previously, I was not on this peak; I could only see the movements of those two from a distance. The man was not angry, "Do you want it? If not, I will take it back.

And those divine-like, exquisitely delicate lines of the profile seem to concentrate all the brilliance of heaven and earth within his eyes

... ...

There is a charm known as allure

The gravel emitted a faint crunching sound, and a subtle, peculiar fragrance wafted through the air. The man, with an elegant demeanor yet utterly unceremonious, sat down nearby. In the firelight, he slightly turned his profile.

"She cannot wander the world on behalf of her family." Meng Fuyao smiled, her smile revealing a hint of cunning and pride, "If there is a grudge, it must be avenged! As for the future, if she does not provoke me, then it is fine; if she does, I will escape. If she becomes complacent, I will turn back and take another bite. You must understand," she winked, "that a colossal being may not necessarily possess the freedom of a mere wanderer like me"

Meng Fuyao was momentarily stunned, then realized what he had just said. Suddenly, she jumped up, staring at him in shock, and after a long pause, stammered, "Who are you? How do you know me... how do you know..."

His elegantly arched eyebrows, with a transcendent curve, evoke the willows by the azure spring waters in March, bearing the bright and fragrant light of spring

Such an itch seemed to be deep within her heart, scratching like a cat. Meng Fuyao felt her heart racing rapidly, her face flushed with a burning sensation, creating a sense of lightheadedness.

Meng Fuyao rolled over suddenly and with a thud landed on the wet ground, exclaiming, "... What are you doing?"

Ignoring the scowling Meng Fuyao, the man continued, "It's a pity that there are so many people in the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, and Pei Yuan's martial arts are not weak either. Given your earlier condition, it would be difficult to defeat her. To punish her without alarming others, how easy do you think that is?"

Before the whip could be touched, a sudden tremor coursed through my fingertips, as if repelled by an invisible force. Opposite me, the smiling man retracted his finger and shook his head, saying, "Miss, not every moment of disguise is effective."

The man smiled effortlessly, casually brushing off the dust beneath him. Seeing that the floor seemed impossible to clean at the moment, he paid it no further mind. Suddenly, he reached out, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her down to sleep.

The warm current felt like a pair of gentle hands, skillfully performing miraculous techniques within Meng Fuyao's body. The damaged meridians were meticulously repaired one by one, toxins were gradually expelled, and even the meager internal energy that had dissipated in the dantian was slowly gathered, coalescing into form, even faintly surging like waves, more abundant than ever before

Meng Fuyao's gaze finally settled on the edge of the man's slowly retracting right palm, where the mark she had seen earlier became clearer, faintly resembling a petal.

Meng Fuyao was left speechless, while the man shook his head in helplessness

There is a kind of countenance called sanctity

The beauty that transcends the mundane can render one speechless; Meng Fuyao now feels as if she has lost the ability to speak

Very shameless

Regaining composure immediately after feeling dizzy, I cursed myself a thousand times for being infatuated. While continuing to lean back, I maintained a facade of panic, yet my fingers had quietly reached for the soft whip belonging to myself and the book.

Meng Fuyao smiled gracefully

The gaze could not help but wander over the man. In the continent of Wuzhou, men enjoy wearing various ornaments that symbolize their status and rank, and one can glean a general idea from their accessories. However, this individual clearly acted in a manner unlike others; apart from a subtly luxurious light-colored robe, he bore no other adornments.

Meng Fuyao's breath immediately hitched

Yet very few people seamlessly blend sanctity with allure, transforming it into a unique temperament and elegance, where grandeur gives rise to a sense of nonchalance, and warmth conceals depth

The man glanced at her and smiled, praising, "Good, very good"

Sensing her gaze, the man did not open his eyes, but suddenly spoke softly, "The internal energy I lent you is effective for three hours; if you wish to use it, you must act quickly"

Meng Fuyao blushed and said, "Well, I cannot take advantage of someone in a vulnerable position..."

Meng Fuyao glared at him, thinking that this person had already been on the cliff, having clearly witnessed the earlier scene. With this thought, her anger surged, and she resentfully said, "That is my business! You didn't intervene before, yet now you come to play the good Samaritan?"

Suddenly, a surge of warmth erupted, like a great river breaking its banks, flowing along the points of contact between the two individuals. It streamed forward, merging into Meng Fuyiao's slightly obstructed limbs and meridians. Wherever it reached, it felt like the spring sun or a warm spring, rich and mellow, powerful and enduring

The pale complexion gradually regained its rosy hue, and Meng Fuyao widened her eyes in astonishment as she looked at the man with closed eyes and a smile. So this was how he was helping her heal? Who was he? How did he know about her condition? And why was he helping her?

Facing each other, the appearance that had been shrouded in shadows revealed itself, radiating a brilliance akin to the full moon slowly rising from the horizon of the azure sea, momentarily illuminating the vast sky, leaving Meng Fuyao momentarily stunned.

The moonlight is cool, and the man in long robes drifts in the night breeze, wearing a casual smile. His demeanor is even somewhat languid as he moves slowly forward, his wide sleeves billowing like clouds, reminiscent of the phoenix soaring in the heavens.

"I enjoy taking advantage of others' misfortunes." The man lifted his sleeve, and the long fabric wrapped around Meng Fuyao's waist, pulling her over without any hesitation. "Shh, be good, and listen."

The body, never before touched by a man, instinctively softened, yet reason continuously reminded her to keep her mind clear. Meng Fuyao extended her hands, desperately pushing against his chest. Just as she intended to break free with all her strength, she suddenly felt a warmth in her palms

As soon as he arrived, like a soft cloud drifting down from the tree, he appeared before Meng Fuyao without any apparent effort. With a smile, he said, "Miss, seeing you shivering, you must be quite cold. Shall we... warm each other up together..."

Meng Fuyao was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking it over, she realized he was referring to the borrowed internal energy. She replied irritably in a loud voice, "I want it!"

You should know that an overdose of "Yizhi Shuang" can harm the meridians, yet you consumed four sticks in one go, and you couldn't catch your breath to recover. What is it that makes you so anxious for revenge?" The man sat up, smiling and raising an eyebrow at her, "However, let me remind you, the family behind Pei Yuan is extraordinarily powerful. Are you sure you want to continue?"

The man rested his arm on the pillow, not getting up, slightly turning his head to look at her, a smile like a blooming Udumbara appearing at the corner of his lips, "What are you doing? The night is cold and the dew is heavy, I am very cold, and sleeping alone is even colder, so I decided to sleep with you"

The word "um" was spoken in a long, soft manner, full of teasing. As soon as Meng Fuyao uttered it, she became aware of her slip of the tongue, and her face flushed red in an instant. Before she could think of a way to retort, the man had already smiled and reached for her hand, saying, "Since you want it, then I shall yield to you..."

Shameless! Meng Fuyao glared at him, clearly I am the one who is scared