Kiana never thought that Ye Feng would actually refuse her.
He would actually refuse?
How could he refuse!
As the original person (the first to enter his world), Kiana understood "equivalent exchange" better than anyone. She was keenly aware that to gain anything in this world, one had to pay a corresponding price.
She knew this.
Joining the faith certainly wouldn't be a simple ceremony...
But then again, even if she didn't join the faith, if that dog bastard Ye Feng wanted her, could she resist him?
She couldn't just let that dog bastard get it for free.
So, if she could get him to grant a wish, of course she would let him do it!
That was Kiana's logical conclusion.
But she had been refused...
"You are not allowed to join my faith."
"What I, Ye Feng, love to do most is to say 'No!' to those self-righteous fools!"
Ye Feng's voice was firm and resolute.
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Kiana stood stunned for a good while before she recovered.
"On what grounds!"
This time, it wasn't her usual petulance, but the common girlish complaint of "everyone else can, so why can't I?"
Ye Feng silenced the irritable bug with a single sentence.
"On the grounds that you, Kiana, are of noble character, pure and kind."
"Huh?"
A look of pure confusion appeared on Little Bug's face.
She even felt a little embarrassed and a tiny bit pleased.
Ye Feng smiled. "Didn't you say that you and I are different, Little Bug? That your feelings are pure, without any impurities, without a single dirty desire."
Nngh... something feels off about this.
But Kiana still scratched the back of her head in embarrassment, before deciding that wasn't the right attitude.
Little Bug immediately puffed out her chest and raised her head arrogantly at Ye Feng. "Hmph, of course! There are no filthy creatures like you in the Kaslana family!"
Ye Feng slapped his fist into his palm. "That's right! Therefore, you cannot join the faith, Little Bug. It does not suit your status as a noble knight."
"..."
Kiana was unable to refute him.
Her cherry lips opened and closed blankly. She was speechless.
Because it actually made a lot of sense.
Kiana came to her senses. What was I just thinking? Actually wanting to join that guy's suspicious cult? That's just weird, no matter how you think about it.
Kiana eyed Ye Feng warily. "You refused, but it's not like this young lady is interested anyway. However, from now on, you are not allowed to lay a hand on me."
Ye Feng laughed and waved his hand. "Hehe, in your dreams."
With that said, Ye Feng turned and left directly.
Leaving Kiana standing alone in disarray.
... ...
Jingliu lay瘫软 on the ground, her moon-white hair scattered like a waterfall, the strands sticky with crystalline... sweat.
It looked like a tree-lined path covered in the morning's white frost.
Her spread legs trembled slightly; even closing them was a difficult task.
Her fair, jade-like arms hung limply at her sides, her fingertips curled slightly as if trying to grasp something, yet she lacked the strength to lift them. Her entire being was like a white lotus ravaged by a storm—delicate and beautiful, exuding a heart-breaking fragility.
For one week, Ye Feng had not used any buffs on Jingliu.
It was a good thing Jingliu was a sword cultivator. Both her will and her body were incredibly tough and durable.
Jingliu stared blankly into the void ahead. At the center of her vision was an ice-blue moon.
This was the progress bar Ye Feng had specially designed for her.
Right now, the progress bar was empty... no, if one were to look closely with Jingliu's level of eyesight, one could see that the bar had increased by a sliver of white.
The amount of progress was almost negligible.
"..."
It's really... only that much...?
Jingliu's breathing was shallow and weak, her chest rising and falling faintly with each gasp. Fragrant sweat trickled down her neck, soaking the collar of her robe. A thick scent permeated the air.
"My, Jingliu?"
A voice bloomed like a flower.
Elysia walked in, wearing high heels—if she had been wearing flats, her footsteps would have made squish, squish sounds.
"Are you alright?"
Elysia helped Jingliu up with a pained expression, ignoring the scent in the air and the wet floor. The elf hugged Jingliu, constantly muttering, "Mr. Ye Feng is too much. How could he treat a girl like this?"
But she seemed to have forgotten that not long ago, she too had been [BEEP] by Ye Feng so hard that her shoes had flown off.
Jingliu lifted her eyelids, wanting to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she choked out a thick, white... fluid.
The liquid sprayed onto the Pink Elf's face, but Elysia didn't show any disgust, only a look of deep pity.
"Don't speak. Just lie still. I'll take you for a bath."
Like a knight saving a princess, Elysia carried Jingliu in her arms from the evil dragon's lair, heading towards the hot spring on the back mountain.
The night was as dark as ink. The hot spring in the bamboo forest was dyed with a silvery halo by the moonlight. Mist rose in curls, intertwining with the shadows of the bamboo, creating a hazy, dreamlike scene.
The sound of splashing water pierced the bamboo forest, creating an intoxicating echo.
In the hot spring, the two maidens soaked quietly in the water, their silhouettes faintly visible in the mist, their figures weaving together.
"Elysia, why did you come here...?" Jingliu's voice was faint.
Being seen in her most wretched state by a friend, she still couldn't face it calmly.
Elysia's hair was like a waterfall. The pink strands clung wetly to her fair shoulders, droplets of water sliding down her collarbones and into the spring. Her eyes were downcast, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow in the moonlight, her expression serene and gentle.
"...It was Mr. Ye Feng."
Hearing that name, Jingliu's scarlet eyes shifted slightly.
So it was that wicked disciple...
Jingliu's hair was a pale shade, as if dyed silver by the moonlight, casually draped over her shoulders.
Jingliu said faintly, "For that boy to call you here, he must have ill intentions. Elysia, you must be extra careful."
"Let's put that aside for now. Is your body alright? Does it hurt?"
Jingliu had recovered enough strength to speak, but her body was still as limp as mud, unable to move.
Elysia pitifully wiped her body. Her once-smooth, jade-like skin was covered in shocking marks.
"..."
Jingliu fell silent.
Hurt...?
If it were truly painful, she would actually be happy.
But it was, perversely, extreme pleasure.
All her senses had seemed to merge, singing in praise of the highest ecstasy.
The one thing Jingliu wanted least right now was to feel "comfortable."
And yet that wicked disciple brought only worldly bliss, causing the beautiful swordswoman to fall into depraved pleasure.
The only reason Jingliu couldn't move was simply because... she was dehydrated.
Jingliu turned her head to the side, an expression on her face that said she didn't want to talk about it.
"—Hehe."
At that moment, a voice suddenly cut in, making both of them jolt.
Ye Feng had appeared by the side of the pool at some point. He was bare-chested, a white bath towel wrapped around his lower body, a wide grin on his face as he watched them.