OBS Chapter 13 Yi Qingwu: Lecherous Thief! [Please continue reading]
Chapter 13 Yi Qingwu: Lecherous Thief! [Please continue reading]
After fighting for a while, Yi Qingwu suddenly stopped.
She glanced down at her long dress—she had been in too much of a hurry, and the dress was askew, the belt wasn't fastened properly, and the neckline was open, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin.
As for that bastard Ye Feng, he had already taken advantage of her in every way he could during the fight.
Yi Qingwu was so ashamed and indignant that she was about to cry.
She turned and walked to the clothes rack, straightened her long dress, tightened the belt, and pulled up the neckline to cover up all her exposed skin.
Ye Feng stood behind her, staring straight at her without any attempt to hide his gaze.
"Don't waste your energy." His voice came from behind, with that infuriatingly nonchalant tone. "You'll have to take it off anyway, won't you?"
Yi Qingwu's body suddenly stiffened.
She turned around, covered her chest with both hands, and glared at Ye Feng with a face full of shame and anger.
If looks could kill, Ye Feng would have been torn to pieces by now.
Ye Feng seemed completely oblivious to her gaze, slowly walking to the chair and sitting down, crossing his legs.
"Let me be frank." His smile faded slightly, and he became unusually serious. "I've come here for two things. If you promise, I won't tell your master about your loss of virginity."
"Impossible!" Yi Qingwu refused without even thinking.
"You won't even listen?" Ye Feng tilted his head. "Then I'll go outside and shout it out loud right now—Yi Qingwu, the successor of the Guanghan Palace, has been in my Goddess Furnace for three days and three nights?"
As he spoke, he stood up and made a move to walk out.
"Stop right there!"
Yi Qingwu's voice was squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with endless anger and humiliation.
Ye Feng stopped and turned to look at her.
Yi Qingwu stood in the moonlight, her long dress swaying slightly, her long hair still damp. Her exquisitely beautiful face was filled with shame, indignation, and resentment. Her chest heaved violently, her breathing was rapid, and her eyes were red-rimmed, yet she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.
"explain."
She said that word through gritted teeth.
Ye Feng smiled, slowly walked back, and sat back down in his chair.
"The first thing—"
His voice was unhurried, but his gaze remained fixed on Yi Qingwu's face.
"We've already had sex. Once it happened, it'll happen again. You don't need to refuse me anything."
Yi Qingwu's breath hitched.
"I'm no worse than your fiancé." Ye Feng's voice carried a calm confidence. "I'm only twenty years old this year, and I've already reached the peak of the Four Extremes Secret Realm. I'll be able to break through to the Dragon Transformation Realm soon."
At twenty years old, all four elements are complete.
This speed is absolutely top-tier in the Ziwei Star Domain.
But Yi Qingwu's expression didn't change much—she had already made this judgment beforehand.
What truly changed her expression was Ye Feng's next sentence.
"More importantly—"
Ye Feng leaned forward slightly, a smile curving his lips.
"I am the Ancient Sacred Body."
Yi Qingwu's pupils suddenly contracted.
"You are a spirit of the Moon Palace. If our two constitutions combine, there is a high probability that we will have offspring that combines both constitutions."
Yi Qingwu's mind went blank with a "buzz".
Ancient Sacred Body?
This carefree, roguish, and shameless scoundrel is actually the Ancient Sacred Body?
"What?! You're the Ancient Sacred Body?!" She practically shouted the words, her voice trembling.
"That's right."
Ye Feng's lips curled into a smile, then he raised his right hand, his magic power condensing into a sharp blade of light, which gently sliced his fingertip.
A drop of blood seeped out.
At first glance, it looks no different from ordinary blood—bright red, thick, and carrying a faint sense of life.
But Yi Qingwu saw it clearly.
Within that drop of bright red blood, a faint glimmer of golden light flashed.
The golden light flashed and disappeared in an instant.
But that fleeting glimpse of light made Yi Qingwu's heart skip a beat.
Golden blood.
The symbol of the ancient sacred body.
"I need to check if it's real." Yi Qingwu took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
This is extremely important.
The Ancient Sacred Body—that is a physique cursed by heaven and earth. Since the ancient times, no one has been able to break through the insurmountable barrier of the Four Extremes Secret Realm.
If Ye Feng truly possesses the Ancient Sacred Body, and has broken through the curse to reach the Four Extremes Perfection...
What does that mean?
This means that the secret hidden within this lecherous man is more astonishing than that of any holy land in the entire Ziwei Star Region.
"Whatever." Ye Feng stretched out his hand, looking indifferent.
Yi Qingwu walked up to him and took his hand.
She used an ancient verification method—a secret technique passed down from the Moon Palace—that could accurately determine various special constitutions.
With his fingertips touching Ye Feng's pulse, a wisp of divine sense probed into his body.
Then--
She saw it.
That golden sea of suffering.
That vast, star-studded golden sea of bitterness, churning with golden waves.
That boundless blood and energy, like that of an ancient ferocious beast, surged and roared within Ye Feng's body, as if a true dragon were lurking within his flesh and blood.
Ancient Sacred Body.
It truly is an ancient sacred body.
Yi Qingwu's hands began to tremble.
She released Ye Feng's hand, took two steps back, and stared intently at him with her cold eyes, as if trying to see right through him.
"Who exactly are you?"
Her voice trembled, not from fear, but from shock.
"The Ancient Sacred Body is cursed, suppressed by heaven and earth, and cannot break through the Four Extremes Secret Realm in its lifetime—this is common knowledge. So why did you break through the curse? And even advance to the Perfection of the Four Extremes?"
"Where did you get so many resources?"
"Which holy site are you from?"
One question after another popped out of her mouth, so fast that even she couldn't control it.
Seeing her shocked expression, Ye Feng felt incredibly satisfied.
He had already guessed that Yi Qingwu would react this way.
The weight of those four words, "Ancient Sacred Body," is immense in the world of Shrouding the Heavens.
It was so heavy that it would make any cultivator change color.
"How was I able to break the curse?" Ye Feng spread his hands. "You ask me, I don't know either."
He was telling the truth.
He genuinely didn't know.
If an explanation must be given, it can probably only be attributed to the methods of Emperor Hengyu.
He couldn't fathom the extent to which an emperor-level being could achieve.
"I don't belong to any holy land." Ye Feng's gaze was frank. "I am all alone."
"As for resources—"
A meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
"Have you forgotten what I have on me?"
He took the Goddess Furnace from his waist and placed it on the table.
The small, bluish-gold stove gleamed faintly in the moonlight, and the runes on its surface appeared and disappeared, as if it were breathing.
The moment Yi Qingwu saw the stove, her body trembled involuntarily.
She instinctively took two steps back until her knees touched the edge of the bed before stopping.
Her body remembers this stove.
I remember spending three days and three nights in this furnace.
She remembers those scenes that made her feel both ashamed and indignant, yet unable to extricate herself from them.
"Aren't you wondering why I have the Goddess Furnace?"