Chapter 213: Ten Years of Painstaking Effort, Ruined Overnight

The woman’s features were so exquisite they were almost unreal. Her lips were as crimson as blood, and the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, giving her an innate, devilish charm.

She stood there, exuding a cold, glamorous aura like that of a siren, intoxicating anyone who looked at her.

Scarface was inadvertently stunned. Even though he held no improper thoughts toward his master, he was still captivated by her beauty.

"Useless trash."

The woman’s voice was soft, yet it carried a piercing chill. "Ten years of painstaking effort, raising that Gu worm for so long. It was just one step away, and now that brat has ruined everything."

"You’re such an idiot. You knew the Gu worm was at the critical moment of its maturation, yet you dared to let Sun Rao run around everywhere. Now, you’ve not only failed to steal the chicken but lost the rice you used as bait. All my years of planning for you are wasted!"

With every word she spoke, Scarface’s heart sank a little deeper.

He struggled to get up from the bed to beg for forgiveness, but the moment he moved, a piercing pain shot through his broken ribs, causing him to collapse back onto the bed.

"Master... that Yang Xun... he’s a Cultivator! And his realm is not low!"

Scarface gritted his teeth. "I... I did my best, but he’s just too strong. I was no match for him at all!"

"I didn’t expect a master to come out of a backwater place like this. And what’s more, his scent is so alluring!"

The woman snorted coldly, her tongue flicking out to lick the corner of her lips.

She took a white porcelain vial from her robes, tipped out a jet-black pill, and casually tossed it into Scarface’s mouth. "Eat this. It will save your life."

Scarface quickly swallowed the pill. A warm power instantly spread through his body, slowly beginning to mend his broken bones and damaged organs.

"Thank you, Master, for saving my life! Once this disciple has recovered, I will redouble my cultivation efforts, find an opportunity to kill Yang Xun, and avenge today’s defeat!"

Scarface’s face was filled with gratitude.

"Killing him won’t be easy with your strength, but I will help you."

A playful glint flashed in the woman’s eyes.

She raised a slender finger and gently tapped her chin, the corners of her lips slowly curling into an impossibly bewitching smile.

"He has a very special aura, as if he possesses some kind of extremely rare constitution. If I can engage in Dual Cultivation with him and drain all of his primal yang, my own Cultivation will break through at least two major realms."

The woman’s gaze grew even more feverish, like a hunter who had spotted its prey.

"Yang Xun..."

Her bewitching voice echoed through the dim, secret chamber, laced with a greed so intense it was chilling.

’She plotted how to capture Yang Xun. When the time came, she would drain every last drop of his blood essence.’

...

Meanwhile, Yang Xun had dropped Yang Cai and the other two off back at Xiaoxie Village.

He was about to leave in the Zhou Family’s car when Yang Cai grabbed his arm.

"Brother, please stay and keep me company. I’m so scared."

Her beautiful eyes were glistening with moisture, and she had an innocent gaze like a fawn’s that made it impossible to refuse her.

"Xiaocai, can’t you have Mi Ting sleep with you?"

"No, I want my brother to hold me while I sleep."

Yang Cai was usually very docile, but this time she was surprisingly stubborn.

Seeing her eyes welling up with tears, Yang Xun couldn’t bring himself to refuse. He turned to the driver with a sigh of resignation. "You can head back. I’m staying here tonight."

"Understood, Mr. Yang."

The driver spoke respectfully and drove away.

Night had fallen, and Xiaoxie Village was silent.

Yang Xun lay on the bed, his body as taut as a fully drawn bow.

Beside him, Yang Cai was curled up in his arms, her soft, long hair brushing against his chin and carrying a faint, fresh scent.

She was a restless sleeper. One moment, her leg would be draped over Yang Xun’s waist; the next, her face would be buried in his chest. From time to time, she would nuzzle against him, muttering indistinctly in her sleep.

Yang Xun stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, a thin layer of sweat already beading on his forehead.

A warm, fragrant, and soft woman was in his arms, but she was his own sister. He couldn’t do a single thing.

Yang Cai was wearing only a thin slip. The fabric was so soft and light that as she moved around, the soft curves of her budding woman’s body pressed against him with almost nothing in between.

Every toss, every accidental touch was like a small hammer, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKING on his already taut nerves.

Yang Xun took a deep breath and secretly circulated the True Qi within his body, trying to suppress the stirring within him.

The True Qi in his Dantian did begin to circulate obediently, but the lustful fire seemed to have taken root, refusing to be extinguished no matter how he tried to suppress it.

"Bro..."

Yang Cai turned over again in her sleep. A smooth arm draped across Yang Xun’s chest, and her warm breath washed over the side of his neck. "Don’t go..."

Yang Xun’s whole body went rigid, and he clenched his jaw so hard his teeth audibly ground together.

After enduring this for nearly an hour, he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He gently lifted Yang Cai’s arm off him, carefully slipped out from under the covers, and fled the room as if escaping, making a beeline for the bathroom.

"WHOOSH—"

Cold water gushed from the showerhead, pouring over his burning-hot body and finally causing the explosive heat within him to recede slightly.

Yang Xun stood under the shower, bracing his hands against the cold tile wall and letting out a long exhale.

’Damn it, this can’t go on!’

’I have to make things clear with Yang Cai tomorrow. We absolutely cannot sleep in the same bed again. A few more nights of this torment, and I’m afraid I’ll snap.’

Just as Yang Xun was standing under the cold spray with his eyes closed, the bathroom door was gently pushed open.

"Who’s there?"

Yang Xun’s eyes flew open, and he whipped his head toward the door.

He saw Chen Xiafang standing by the door in a thin silk nightgown, her long black hair draped over her shoulders as she looked at him with sleepy eyes.

The nightgown’s fabric was so thin it was nearly transparent. In the dim light from the hallway, it outlined her voluptuous, mature body, leaving little to the imagination.

"Xiaoxun?"

Chen Xiafang paused for a moment, clearly not expecting to find Yang Xun taking a shower at this hour.

"Why aren’t you sleeping in the middle of the night..."

Her words trailed off as her gaze involuntarily fell upon Yang Xun’s body.

Cold water trickled endlessly down his firm muscle lines, tracing over his chiseled abs and continuing downward...

A blush instantly appeared on Chen Xiafang’s cheeks, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she bit her lip gently, her beautiful eyes filled with a coquettish allure.

"Feeling uncomfortable? Do you want me to help you?"

As she spoke, she had already stepped into the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind her.

"Aunt Chen, I can handle it myself. You should go get some sleep."

Yang Xun felt a bit awkward. After all, Chen Xiafang knew he was sleeping with Yang Cai.

Anyone would know what it meant to be taking a cold shower in the middle of the night.

"Why be shy with your auntie? Don’t hold back anymore."

Chen Xiafang’s voice was soft and gentle, carrying the unique tenderness and acceptance of a mature woman.

Then, she reached out with her warm, soft hands, pressing them gently against his wet chest before sliding them down.