Chapter 73: The feeling of Boss Wang
"You're really giving it to me?" Ling Yuan's grip on the jade box tightened. Her knuckles turned white. She was clearly shocked by Qin Xuan's gift, and also deeply puzzled as to why he would give her such a precious treasure.
The aura radiating from the herb, even sealed, was overwhelming. This was an item that Titled Douluo would kill for, a treasure that could redefine her future.
Qin Xuan also had a fire-attribute Spirit, and this Immortal Herb was perfectly suitable for him.
Of course, Qin Xuan wouldn't tell her that after absorbing the Quiescent Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, he had also absorbed the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Infernal Blazing Apricot, and Single-Gaze Autumn-Water Dew.
His body was already saturated to its absolute limit. If he absorbed any more Immortal Herbs, his body simply wouldn't be able to bear it. The meridians would rupture, and the power would annihilate him. It would only be harmful, not beneficial.
"Feeling very surprised? Feeling puzzled? Why would I give you something so valuable?" Qin Xuan asked Ling Yuan, his voice calm, as if he were discussing the weather.
Ling Yuan nodded heavily, her gaze fixed on him, searching for any sign of deception.
Then she heard Qin Xuan say, "I once read a story like this: when a man does a great favor for a woman, if the man is ugly, the woman will say she'll repay him even if it means being a cow or a horse in her next life."
He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Conversely, if the man is handsome, the woman will offer herself to him."
With a giggle, Ling Yuan couldn't help but laugh, the tension breaking for a moment. "What kind of twisted logic is that?"
"This Immortal Herb is enough to allow you to break through to higher realms in the future. Even reaching the peak of the Douluo is not impossible," Qin Xuan continued, his expression completely serious. "In other words, I have done you a great, life-changing favor now."
He was spouting utter nonsense with a completely straight face.
Ling Yuan clearly hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter yet, and said with a smile, "What, could it be that our little brother Qin Xuan wants this Elder sister to offer herself to him?"
"Exactly. I consider myself good-looking, so I want you to offer yourself to me," Qin Xuan said, and with a smooth, undeniable motion, he pulled her into his arms.
"Qin Xuan, don't be like this! Nong Yu and the others are still here!" Ling Yuan finally panicked. The joke had vanished, replaced by a startling reality.
In her shock, she could only try to keep her voice as low as possible, eventually resorting to Spirit Power sound transmission, her voice vibrating directly in his mind.
She was terrified of waking Nong Yu and A Yan, and even more so of Jingni, who was just outside the tent, hearing something amiss.
Ling Yuan tried to break free, pushing against his chest, but found that she couldn't exert even a trace of her Titled Douluo strength. It was as if her power had evaporated under his touch.
Qin Xuan's strategy was very simple: knowing that Ling Yuan had a high degree of goodwill towards him, he would pursue a woman by directly showering her with an irresistible gift. It was just like a certain rich second-generation named Wang Sicong from his previous life on Blue Star.
As an Elder of Spirit Hall and a Titled Douluo herself, Ling Yuan naturally wasn't short on money.
But she absolutely, unequivocally, could not resist the temptation of an Immortal Herb that promised a path to the peak.
The moment Ling Yuan was pulled into his arms and didn't immediately incinerate him, Qin Xuan already knew that half of the battle was won.
Qin Xuan used one hand to take the jade box and press it into the storage Spirit Tool on Ling Yuan's wrist. With his other hand, he cupped her charming face, transmitting his voice back to her: "Don't worry. Nong Yu is already asleep; she can't hear anything. Even if she did, as a maid, she wouldn't say anything."
"You are a man with a family," Ling Yuan transmitted, her last line of defense. Her eyes were like silk, her breath like orchids, her chest heaving violently. Her hands pushed weakly against Qin Xuan's body, a final, token effort.
But one sentence from Qin Xuan made her surrender immediately: "Do you think Jingni would care?"
Yes!
That was the crux of it. It seemed that from the very beginning, Jingni's impression was that of a woman who married into a family and followed her husband's every decision. A relic from another world.
Even when Qin Xuan had kissed her in front of Jingni, the latter hadn't shown the slightest emotional fluctuation. She gave off the impression of an unchanging iceberg, yet everything revolved around Qin Xuan.
At this moment, both Qin Xuan and Ling Yuan's hearts were pounding fiercely.
And on the other side of the small tent, Nong Yu's breathing seemed to have become just as uneven.
She felt like she was going crazy.
As an assassin trained by Zilan Pavilion since childhood, she still had the necessary vigilance. She had woken up the moment Jingni, the other woman, had quietly gotten up and walked out of the tent.
Her senses, honed by years of survival, screamed at her. She remained perfectly still, her breathing shallow, feigning deep sleep.
Then, not long after, Qin Xuan walked in.
Her heart hammered against her ribs. What was he doing?
Although she didn't understand most of their conversation, their language was foreign. But she understood tone. She heard the low, urgent whispers. She heard the soft gasp from Ling Yuan.
And when it came to that kind of thing, did it matter whether she understood the language or not?
Even if she hadn't eaten pork, who hadn't seen a pig run?
Nong Yu lay frozen, her eyes squeezed shut, praying to gods she didn't believe in. She could hear the rustle of clothes, the shift of bodies on the bedding just feet away, the soft, sharp intake of breath.
She had escaped Ji Wuye's lair, only to be thrown into this. Her new 'mistress' was being violated by her 'master' while she and a child pretended to be asleep in the same tent. The sheer terror and absurdity of the situation made her want to scream.
…
"Eighth Spirit Ability, Blood Boil."
Ling Yuan let out a soft, muffled cry.
That night, the moon was like a full disk, and the sky was filled with stars.
The camp did not encounter Spirit Beasts, nor did it encounter any short-sighted Spirit Masters attacking.
In order not to be disturbed, Qin Xuan had even canceled the mission to search for 10,000-year Soul Beasts.
He specifically arranged for the four clones to drive away the surrounding Spirit Beasts. Now, within a thousand-meter radius, let alone 1,000-year or 10,000-year Spirit Beasts, not even a 100-year-old rabbit could be seen.
The clones created using the Vermillion Bird Flame, although unable to use the Slaughter God Domain, could use the Vermillion Bird Domain.
All the surrounding Spirit Beasts, sensing the terrifying, noble, and oppressive aura of a divine bird, were scared away. The clones patrolled the perimeter relentlessly, a silent, flickering perimeter of red-gold light, ensuring absolute, manufactured peace.
The forest was unnaturally silent, the only sound being the distant crackle of the campfire where Jingni sat, guarding her master's privacy.
About three hours later, dawn was just breaking, painting the sky in shades of grey and lavender.
A system prompt sounded in Qin Xuan's mind:
[Ding, Ling Yuan's favorability +5. Ling Yuan's favorability has reached 100. Congratulations to the host for once again achieving the 'Undying Loyalty' achievement, with an additional reward of 1,000,000 emotional value.]
Indeed, women in this World, mere affection isn't enough. Only after truly conquering them will they wholeheartedly belong to you, Qin Xuan mused.
He got up and put on his clothes. He glanced at Nong Yu, who was pretending to be asleep but had obvious dark circles under her eyes. He then looked at A Yan, who had woken up at some point and was staring at him with wide, curious eyes.
He didn't bother with Nong Yu. He took out a bottle of pills from his storage Spirit Tool, and while picking up A Yan, he said, "These are pills I formulated myself. They have an excellent effect on internal injuries and restoring physical strength. Take this pill, and you'll recover very quickly."
He held out the pill to the bed.
However, after a few seconds, there was still no movement.
Qin Xuan turned his head and saw Ling Yuan lying motionless on the bed, her eyes closed, her face pale.
This frightened Qin Daguanren greatly.
Although Qin Daguanren had some intention of using her, he was also a responsible good man in his own mind.
He examined himself three times a day. First, he was responsible for his women; second, he was clear about grievances; third, he had not done anything with underage girls.
What if someone really died? What would happen to this book! This was a Titled Douluo, not some fragile commoner!
Then, with a change of thought, Qin Xuan realized he was worrying unnecessarily.
This wasn't Blue Star; how could such an absurd thing happen?
After all, she was a Titled Douluo. How could she kick the bucket so easily? She was just exhausted.
Just as Qin Xuan was about to wake Ling Yuan and remind her to get dressed, she moved.
Ling Yuan seemed to come to her senses and suddenly smacked her lips, a soft sound of discomfort.
Only then did Qin Xuan let out a long sigh of relief.
Thankfully, no such cliched plot appeared; it seemed Qing Jiao's book was saved.
However, looking at her, she basically didn't have much strength left. It wasn't about her Spirit Power, which was still vast, but her physical strength. She had consumed a lot.
Qin Xuan put down A Yan, lay back down on the edge of the bed, and pulled the disheveled woman into his arms. "Ling Yuan Douluo, are you alright?"
Ling Yuan glared at this scoundrel unhappily.
When they were doing it just now, this scoundrel, for some unknown reason, kept calling her 'Ling Yuan Douluo.' According to him, it was about 'below overcoming above,' allowing him to experience the feeling of conquering a Titled Douluo.
Ling Yuan felt that she had gotten onto a 'thief's bed' and shouldn't have let this scoundrel succeed, Immortal Herb or not.
Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now.
After taking Qin Xuan's pill, Ling Yuan felt her physical strength recover somewhat. Only then did she notice A Yan sitting beside her, babbling 'eeyah-eeyah.' The child's initial hostility towards her was gone; she seemed much closer, even reaching out a tiny hand.
"When did A Yan wake up?" Ling Yuan asked casually, her voice hoarse.
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