Ou Yang Ling

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

As if the voice was inaudible, Jiang Feng's expression stayed the same as his pupil continued to lock on the woman that suddenly appeared in his room.

The woman's pupils shone with a blue glint similar to the flames in the hollowed eye sockets of the Undead Soldiers, making her charm more unique as it was paired with the youthful features a woman in her twenties would have.

Her snow-white hair that reached her waist also seemed to glisten as she stood there with her head tilted, making a confused look that looked a little cute.

Despite having a white cloth the size of a table in a family gathering dinner act as her clothing, it didn't shade her body curves as it loosely attached itself onto the girl, resembling the figure of a ghost shown in movies.

Realizing that Jiang Feng was too stunned to speak, a light chuckle escaped as the woman cracked a joke.

"Looks like my beauty remains the same, being able to stun you speechless despite the years that have passed."

Coming back to his senses as the woman's words sounded in his hears, a red flush appeared on Jiang Feng's face as he refuted her claims.

"I-I wasn't shocked because of your looks. Anyways, who are you?"

"Shouldn't you already have an answer the moment you communicated with me in your mind? We've also met each other in person already."

"What do you mean? I know that you're the master of that tomb, but I was asking about your identity. It's weird having a stranger in their own bedroom after all."

Hearing what Jiang Feng said, the woman's face turned grim in almost an instant. The change spooked Jiang Feng as his legs rooted themselves onto the ground with a chill sent down his spine, terrified from making a move.

After a moment of thought in silence, the woman lifted her head as she stared into Jiang Feng's eyes and spoke.

"You don't remember me?"

"N-no? Actually, am I supposed to?"

Fearing that the woman would go into rage, Jiang Feng tried to reply as careful as he could, but ended up making things awkward instead as the room went silent again.

"Sigh, this just made things even more complicated."

"Here I thought you'd already broke free from the shackles of reincarnation and regained your memories, but it seems the laws of the heaven can't be defied easily, even for you."

Unable to understand what the woman meant, Jiang Feng couldn't hold himself back as he questioned her.

"Reincarnation? What are you talking about?"

"I can't say more, lest your safety is threatened. However, the time for me to reveal everything to you should come soon since you already started cultivation on your own. In fact, I'm surprised cultivation is possible on this world with how sparse the spiritual energy this world contains."

Ignoring the confused look on Jiang Feng, the woman stared at his face as she began her introduction.

"Since you don't have your memories, I should start with my introduction."

"My name's Ling, surnamed Ou Yang. You can call me just by name, but just know it's something only you're allowed to do. Other than my parents, of course."

"With your lack of cultivation knowledge, I'll keep things short and simple. I've lived for more than millions of years on this planet waiting for you to return. Now that we've met, I'll start teaching you about the cultivation world and we can move on to recover your memories, departing this world while we do so."

"Hold on a sec, what do you mean by 'departing this world'? Can't we do all of the cultivation thingy on Earth?"

"It's possible, but as I've said, the lack of spiritual energy here will severely limit your talents and cultivation. In fact, the planet is so fragile that I might destroy it out of accident."

Staring at Ou Yang Ling's face as she said those words while looking unbothered, Jiang Feng unconsciously stepped back with his trembling legs.

"Don't worry, I won't make such silly mistakes." Ling said as she smiled back at him, noticing the movements he made.

Turning towards the window as she stared the moon hanging above the night sky, Ling suddenly stretched her back while making a yawn, startling Jiang Feng in the process.

She then proceeded to lay on the bed while gesturing at the dumbfounded Jiang Feng, a mischievous smile appearing on her face.

"Close the lights for me, darling. We can continue the conversation tomorrow."

Staring at the alluring figure laying on his bed while he gulped down the naughty thought inside his head, Jiang Feng responded back at her stuttering.

"M-miss Ou Y-Yang, I-I don't think this is appropriate."

"Just get on the bed already!"

Getting back up as she pulled Jiang Feng towards the bed, the room went dark as the switch was flicked by Ling, who was now on top of Jiang Feng.

"You may not be able to remember anything, but I'll make sure you won't forget tonight!" Ling said as she licked her lips as if looking at a delicacy.

…

The night soon passed as the dark sky cracked under the rays of sunlight.

Waking up from his slumber, the first thing that Jiang Feng noticed was the white-haired woman lying in his embrace with her hands on top of his bare chest.

Unfortunately for Jiang Feng, nothing that he thought was going to happen took place, and the only request Ling made throughout the night was for him to take his shirt off because she said it felt rough and uncomfortable to sleep on.

'Honestly, just what the heck is going on?'

Sighing to himself, Jiang Feng carefully got off the bed and went for a bath.

By the time that he was done and went back to his room, Ling had already woken up and was sitting at the edge of the bed with her eyes closed.

"Where were you just now?" Ling asked as she made a yawn.

"To take a bath. Would you'll like to take one? Ah, I can borrow you my clothes if you need them."

"That'll be-"

Knock* Knock*

"Young Master Jiang Feng, are you up yet? The masters are calling you for breakfast." Aunt Lee's voice sounded outside.

"Hmm? Who's that?" Ling asked as she got up and headed for the door.

Just as her hands was about to reach the handle, a hand caught her wrist as he was pulled back to the bed.

"Wha-"

Before Ling could react, a masculine body appeared in her sight as it grabbed the blankets and covered both of them underneath, while the man pressed her against the bed, desperately trying to hide her whole.

His ragged breathing could be felt on her skin as the heat rose between them, and even though Jiang Feng was unconscious about it, he had actually held Ling's wrist above her head, creating an image where he forced a weak girl onto his bed.

That is, if somebody saw it.

"F-Feng"

"Shh, Aunt Lee might misunderstand if she sees you in my room."

"I know that, but…"

Sensing the hesitation in Ling's voice, Jiang Feng was finally willing to take a look at her. Seeing the way she avoided his eyes made him confused but the realization hit him as quick as a speeding car.

"Young Master Jiang Feng, are you alright? I think I heard something." Aunt Lee's voice sounded again as the door's handle was twisted.