Chapter 76: Guess Why I’m Not [Beep]-ing You?

The room was brightly lit, with fragrant incense curling in the air.

The pristine white bed draped with pink gauze curtains was shockingly provocative.

Though Jingliu's eyes were covered by a black cloth, she could still sense the overwhelming... allure.

Clad in snow-white robes, ethereal and transcendent, Jingliu held a sword forged from solid ice in her slender hand. Its faint glow shimmered like a sliver of moonlight.

A flash of cold light!

The tip of the blade rested just before Ye Feng's throat—sharp, dazzling, and breathtaking.

The icy sword gleamed with a chilling radiance, piercing to the very soul.

"What is the Immortal Maiden doing?"

Jingliu stood silently, as still as the moon.

Yet her long hair stirred faintly without wind, rippling with an icy aura.

Though her eyes were concealed, Ye Feng could feel her "gaze." The two stared at each other in silence.

The room was utterly quiet, yet the candle flames suddenly flickered violently.

As the flames flared to their brightest, Jingliu thrust her sword forward.

"———!"

A blade capable of severing stars—yet when it was mere inches from Ye Feng's skin, it refused to advance further.

That tiny distance felt like an endless galaxy.

"Oh? It seems the Immortal Maiden prefers violence."

Ye Feng chuckled darkly, his tone shifting noticeably when he said "Immortal Maiden."

"What a coincidence—so do I. It seems we share some common interests."

He raised his hand, pinching his thumb and forefinger together with a tiny gap between them.

"Though, it seems I'm just a little stronger than you."

With that, he nudged the sword's tip aside with his fingers.

Jingliu's heart jolted in shock—she realized with horror that she couldn't move.

The "Mara-Struck" state... was truly terrifying!

"Immortal Maiden, why so quiet?"

Ye Feng toyed with the tip of her sword, his tone teasing.

Jingliu's expression was one of "I won't waste a single word on you."

"Fine. Since you've already tried to stab me, I won't hold back either."

With that, Ye Feng's hand lifted the hem of her white robes, revealing a smooth, delicate calf.

His fingers trailed along her skin, gently kneading, brushing against her lotus-like jade feet.

Slowly, he pushed the fabric higher, exposing more of her thighs as the soft robes slid upward with his movements.

With every touch against her flawless skin, Jingliu's brows furrowed tighter.

The swordswoman remained rigid in her stance, her posture unchanging even as her thighs were laid bare.

Ye Feng meticulously folded her skirts layer by layer, rolling them up all the way to her waist—

[Yesterday, I was too focused on her legs—but this waist-to-hip ratio is perfect for childbirth.]

"Smack!"

Unable to resist, Ye Feng delivered a sharp slap, sending ripples across her snow-like skin.

Her face was peerlessly beautiful, her aura so refined it was beyond words—like a tranquil lake reflecting the new moon at night.

Now, that serenity was shattered by the slap's aftermath.

Jingliu let out a muffled groan but spoke with icy determination:

"No matter what demon you are... I will cut you down."

Ye Feng grinned.

"My dear Immortal Maiden, finally gracing me with words. But I don't like the way you're speaking."

"..."

"Hmm? Not willing to humor me? That's fine—I love stubborn, pure-hearted Immortal Maidens the most."

Ye Feng embraced Jingliu from behind. [Yesterday was the lower half—today, I'll "complete" things.]

Pulling her close, he nestled her against his chest. Her fair shoulders and neck were now glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, trembling faintly.

His teeth lightly grazed the curve of her ear as he whispered:

"Wow, how can the Immortal Maiden's body be this soft? If not for the slight dampness in the hollow of your collarbone, I'd think you were boneless."

Even fully clothed, the peerless swordswoman in his arms had gone utterly pliant.

And yet, when she wielded her sword, she was lethally sharp—an unstoppable force that could cut down anything.

Ye Feng admired her swan-like neck, her snow-white, radiant skin, the delicate curve of her collarbone, and the graceful slope of her shoulders—every inch of her was mesmerizing.

Jingliu clenched her teeth, refusing to make a single sound.

"..."

"Why so serious? To you, this is just another illusion conjured by the Mara, isn't it?"

Ye Feng pressed closer.

Jingliu's body was cold—like ice crystals from the Moon Palace, exuding a faint chill.

But it didn't matter. Ye Feng's heat was more than enough to melt even the hardest ice.

The more silent Jingliu was, the more diligently he "warmed" her.

She was the former Sword Champion of the Luofu, the peerless "Unbridled Luminescence" who had dominated an entire generation.

Yet now, her flawless face bore a trace of quiet sorrow.

She stood motionless, her hand gripping her sword's hilt, fingers clenched so tightly her knuckles turned pale.

Her cherry-blossom lips occasionally pressed together, occasionally bit down, and her delicate brows trembled faintly...

After several more hours of such torment, Jingliu couldn't help but think this man had issues.

She could sense his scorching desire—yet he never took the final step.

"Curious why I'm not [fuck]-ing you?"

[Vulgar.]

Jingliu stiffened slightly, inwardly scoffing.

Ye Feng continued:

"You still see me as part of the 'Mara-Struck' illusion. No matter how much I explain, you'll dismiss it as 'the Mara's deceit.'

Well, it doesn't matter. What I will say is—this body is right here. I could take it anytime. But your consciousness, Master... that's the real treasure."

At the word "Master," Jingliu's gaze sharpened.

"So it is you!"

[Yesterday, he called me that too.]

"That's right~ But don't rush. There's more."

Ye Feng smiled.

"What I just said is only one reason. So, Master... care to guess what other reasons I have for not [fuck]-ing you right now?"

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