Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 165 Special Abilities?

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Status:-

Name: Mo Chen

Age: 24

Body Rank: Mortal

Cultivation Level: None

Bloodline: None

Spirit beast: None

Cultivation talent: Elite Talent

Spiritual root rank: Superior Spiritual root

Special Abilities: X-ray vision, and photogenic memory

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“What are these special abilities?” Zhang Wei muttered to himself, his curiosity piqued as he stumbled upon this section in someone’s status.

Before he could inquire further, the system’s voice chimed in with an explanation. [Host, don’t act like an illiterate. The section does exactly what it says. It only appears for individuals who possess special abilities. X-Ray eyes allow the individual to see through objects, and photographic memory is equivalent to having an impeccable memory.]

The system continued to elaborate, [That individual must be one of the guardians, similar to Ye Feng, who have been granted these abilities by some celestial force.]

Zhang Wei’s response was indifferent, a simple nod conveying his understanding. He wasn’t particularly concerned about the abilities of these guardians.

As long as they didn’t interfere with his plans, he didn’t find any reason to pay them much attention.

So far, the guardians he had encountered had proven to be quite weak and inconsequential in his eyes.

Walking down the corridor, Zhang Wei’s steps suddenly faltered as a curious thought flitted across his mind. ‘Can he see through people’s clothes with that ability?’ The notion brought a faint crease to his brow; the last thing he wanted was to be caught in an embarrassing situation of someone glimpsing his private parts.

Thankfully, the system was swift to interject, dispelling his concerns. It explained that X-ray vision primarily worked to peer through metallic, wooden, and natural substances.

Attire, including clothing, was immune to its penetration.

Any attempt to use X-ray vision on a person’s clothes would merely reveal the inner workings of their body, not their naked form. 𝑜𝐯𝓁xt.𝗇𝓔t

As Zhang Wei absorbed this information, the room he was nearing swung open, revealing a woman who seemed to be in a bit of a rush. It was none other than Bai Wenling, her entrance marking a breath of fresh air in the corridor.

Bai Wenling enveloped herself in a provocative ensemble that clung to her like a lover’s touch—a elegant Qipao, expertly crafted to accentuate every sensual curve. The regal purple motifs danced seductively upon the velvety black fabric, embracing her figure with reverence and highlighting the alluring lines of her enticing physique. The ancient garb seemed to pulsate with a carnal energy under the delicate caress of ambient light, unveiling a tale of desire woven through time that ignited primal instincts.

Her cascading locks were intricately arranged, cascading in waves of temptation, crowned by a provocative hairpin that cradled a sparkling gemstone—a celestial jewel that added an intoxicating allure to her already irresistible ensemble.

The skillful application of cosmetics accentuated her delicate features, drawing attention to her expressive eyes that smoldered with a mixture of burning passion and urgency, beckoning all who locked gaze with her to succumb to their most carnal desires.

Bathed in an aura that merged vintage elegance with modern seduction, Bai Wenling possessed an irresistible magnetism that defied restraint.

The raised mandarin collar of her Qipao accentuated the graceful curve of her neck, while the teasing side slits offered unabashed views of her slender ivory limbs—each one a canvas revealing the hidden paradise within.

The subtle curve of her lips exuded a magnetic sensuality, a wordless invitation to explore the depths of her insatiable desires, imprinting an insatiable hunger for her essence that lingered long after she had disappeared from sight.

Bai Wenling’s graceful stride brought her in close proximity to Zhang Wei, their eyes converging in a fleeting moment.

In that exchange, her lips curled into a polite smile—a fleeting, mysterious gesture that spoke volumes.

The delicate dance of allure and sophistication that Bai Wenling portrayed was a sight to behold, a harmonious convergence of beauty and charm that couldn’t escape Zhang Wei’s discerning gaze.

As her presence dissipated into the room, a curiosity stirred within him, prompting him to seize a glimpse into her identity.

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Status:-

Name: Bai Wenling

Age: 19

Body Rank: Mortal

Cultivation Level: None

Bloodline: None

Spirit beast: None

Cultivation talent: Supreme Talent

Spiritual root rank: Superior Spiritual root

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[A promising seedling, make sure to catch her.] The system’s voice echoed within Zhang Wei’s thoughts, cementing his realization that those around him served as mere pawns within the larger scheme of the system’s vision.

Nonetheless, he recognized his own similarity to this equation.

Bai Wenling stood as an embodiment of potential, her innate talent for cultivation mingling with her striking physique.

With proper guidance and refinement, she could evolve into a seamless instrument for his purposes.

As such, he contemplated the possibilities of molding her into a tool of his design.

As she emerged from the room that beckoned him, Zhang Wei’s thoughts meandered toward the question of her connection to Song Shoushan’s circle.

However, he dismissed the matter with a casual shrug, opting to confront the coincidence head-on.

With a deliberate push, he ushered open the door to the private chamber, the scene before him evoking a sense of wonderment akin to a glimpse of paradise.

Upon entering the private chamber, Zhang Wei’s gaze swept over the scene, revealing a tableau that bore an aura of intrigue and mystique.

The low-raised table held delicate teacups, poised in anticipation of shared conversations and revelations.

Positioned to the right side of the gathering, a woman exuded an enigmatic air that enveloped her like a shroud.

Clad in a modest yet elegantly draped black dress that concealed her limbs, she emanated the presence of a refined lady.

Her attire seemed to pay homage to simplicity, and yet the way it veiled her form hinted at a deep, concealed allure.

Zhang Wei couldn’t help but be surprised by her mystifying presence.

His observant eyes noted the straight, obsidian-black hair that cascaded elegantly down her back, a stark contrast to her alabaster complexion.

But it was her eyes, akin to the depth of orchids in bloom, that held his attention most.

Those orbs, profound and alluring, exuded an energy that drew him in, giving a sense that beneath her composed exterior, a myriad of secrets awaited revelation.