Eight Layers of Quenched Body Environment

"Not sure if you're this skilled elsewhere," Hu Mei'er said, her gaze filled with deep meaning as she looked at Yang Kai, her words brazenly provocative.

Such overt teasing would stir any man, especially when Hu Mei'er was a beauty with a captivating figure, long coveted by many.

The sound of swallowing filled the air. Su Mu and the others, already weakened, were further aroused by the sight, causing a few to faint on the spot.

Yang Kai also felt a surge of desire, his Adam's apple moving involuntarily as his breathing grew heavy. The hand gripping Hu Mei'er's neck tightened instinctively.

Hu Mei'er gasped softly, her body writhing slightly as she glared at Yang Kai, feigning annoyance, "Aren't you going to let go?"

As she spoke, she gently pried Yang Kai's hand away. Whether intentional or not, she placed his hand on her full, rounded chest.

The astonishing softness and warmth sent a shiver through Yang Kai, a small protrusion pressing into his palm, making the blood from his wound seem to flow faster.

Yang Kai's face reddened. He never expected this woman to be so wanton. How old was she? Truly, age is no barrier to ambition, and her boldness was evident.

Seeing Yang Kai's embarrassment, Hu Mei'er giggled softly, her voice like orchids in the breeze, "What do you want to do?"

Looking at Hu Mei'er beneath him, Yang Kai felt at a loss. Throughout the battle, Hu Mei'er hadn't harmed the Lingxiao Pavilion disciples, so Yang Kai couldn't justify hitting her. He only wanted to teach her a lesson because she had been sowing discord.

But being teased like this made him furious. How could he, a man, be toyed with so easily?

After some thought, Yang Kai's hand on Hu Mei'er's chest suddenly squeezed.

Hu Mei'er's face changed, a moan escaping her lips as her cheeks flushed. She glared at Yang Kai, not expecting such rough treatment.

Laughing heartily, Yang Kai stood up and said, "You can leave now."

Hu Mei'er was stunned, staring at Yang Kai in disbelief. Her usually irresistible charm had failed. Many men lusted after her body, fighting for a taste of her allure. Yet today, the one man she took an interest in had ignored her advances.

Was he even a man?

After a moment, Hu Mei'er smiled gracefully, rising from the ground. She bit her lip, leaning close to Yang Kai's ear and whispered, "You're interesting."

With a laugh, she turned and left, her swaying hips exuding a myriad of seductive charms.

Su Mu and the others were dumbfounded, eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment. They couldn't believe Yang Kai had rejected such an opportunity. They wondered how they would have reacted if Hu Mei'er had said those words to them. They likely would have taken the chance immediately.

Once Hu Mei'er was gone, they looked at Yang Kai, feeling both regret and shame.

Sighs echoed around them.

Yang Kai squatted down, tearing cloth from the unconscious Fengyu Tower disciples to bandage his wounded hand.

Looking at Su Mu and the others, whose faces were filled with embarrassment, he asked, "Can you still walk?"

They nodded slightly.

"Then let's go."

The group, bruised and battered, returned to Lingxiao Pavilion, each going their separate ways to seek medicine and tend to their wounds. Though they had fought, such skirmishes among juniors were common and overlooked by the three major forces as long as no one important died. Conflict was seen as a path to progress, a method for elders to train their disciples.

Back at his small wooden house, Yang Kai intended to use the remaining half bottle of Blood Coagulating and Bruise Dispelling Ointment but decided against it.

His most serious injury was the sword wound in his palm, though it looked severe, it wasn't as bad as it seemed. When grabbing Cheng Shaofeng's sword, he avoided bones and tendons, leaving only a flesh wound.

Similar to the last time he fought the Flower-Back Spider, it would heal in three to four days.

In just a short while, his wounds had already improved, his strength returning. Yang Kai sensed that both the warmth from the Proud Golden Body and his True Yang Yuan Qi had healing properties, speeding up his recovery.

Discovering that True Yang Yuan Qi had healing effects, Yang Kai rushed to Dragon Confining Ravine to absorb Yang Qi. Despite not using his single drop of Yang Liquid during the battle, he had consumed much of his True Yang Yuan Qi, needing replenishment.

As he absorbed the Yang Qi, a surge of energy suddenly filled his body. The external Yang Qi poured in uncontrollably, achieving what usually took one or two days. Not only was his True Yang Yuan Qi replenished, but it also became more concentrated, his meridians more resilient and spacious.

"Body Tempering Stage Eight?" Yang Kai realized, his face lighting up with joy.

Breaking through to Body Tempering Stage Eight so quickly was unexpected. He had thought it would take another seven or eight days of cultivation.

This unexpected advancement seemed tied to today's intense battle. Fighting truly brought benefits.

Overjoyed, Yang Kai focused on practicing the True Yang Secret Art. With each breakthrough, his absorption of Yang Qi sped up, improving in all aspects.

That night, Yang Kai returned to the wooden house to rest. Despite his injuries, it wasn't wise to stay up cultivating.

For the next few days, Yang Kai's routine was eating, sleeping, and training at Dragon Confining Ravine.

Meanwhile, Su Mu and the others were nowhere to be seen, likely recovering from their injuries.

A few days later, at dawn, Yang Kai was sweeping the ground when he saw Su Mu leading Li Yuntian and the others towards him. All those who had participated in the battle were there, following Su Mu with renewed vigor.

Despite several days of recovery, they still looked somewhat miserable, with swollen eyes and bruised mouths, appearing rather comical.

Seeing them, Yang Kai couldn't help but laugh, "Su Junior Brother, feeling itchy again?"