Chapter 170: Beautiful

That night, You Ji and Bi Yao stayed at the He Huan Sect's base. The amount of this business cooperation was huge and needed to be discussed in detail. The responsible persons, Lin Xing and Bi Yao, were actually just supervising the implementation and going through the motions. The really annoying part was still borne by Madam San Miao and You Ji.

Two women who were at odds with each other were discussing something in the room. Of course, that was what they said. In fact, whether they were discussing business or quarreling, Lin Xing had no idea.

Lin Xing didn't want to know. It was a rare opportunity to get close to Biyao, so he had to get close to her!

"Ms. Biyao, your sad flower is so beautiful. How did you make it?" Lin Xing said with a shy face and a chuckle.

"Hmph!" Bi Yao turned her head away, still angry at Lin Xing for embarrassing her.

Being rejected was actually a small matter. What was more important was that she was woken up by this bastard! Bi Yao was having a sweet dream at the time, and a chicken leg several feet long was right in front of her! Just when she was about to bite it, she was woken up by Lin Xing!

"Miss Biyao, how about I treat you to a meal at Shanhai Garden? I heard that Master Qingye just came back from the Chef Summit. This is a good opportunity!"

Bi Yao pursed her red lips, licked her tongue, and said with determination, "Go by yourself! I don't want you!"

How could Lin Xing not guess what Bi Yao was thinking? In order to pick up girls, he risked everything!

Stick to the end!!! 

"Ms. Biyao..."

"Biyao..."

In the end, Lin Xing adopted the ultimate trick to pick up girls that thousands of time travelers would choose: telling stories!

Biyao was still unforgiving, and kept saying "not nice", but in fact she had long been attracted by Lin Xing's stories. Lin Xing's stories changed one after another, and Biyao gradually got used to them and immersed herself in the atmosphere of the beautiful stories...

————Mrs. San Miao thought that You Ji was her biggest rival in love, so she separated You Ji from Lin Xing and issued a warning statement. Little did she know that Lin Xing and Bi Yao were already in a passionate relationship.

"My disciple is extremely talented, one in a million. I can understand that the Holy Envoy Suzaku is tempted. But I would like to remind you not to use any despicable methods, otherwise -"

Madam San Miao stared at You Ji's face. There was a smile on her jasmine-like face, but there was a chill deep in her eyes.

Lin Xing is her favorite, her weak spot, and her weak spot! No one should have any bad ideas about him!

"Sister, you're joking! I, You Ji, won't fall to that level! But you, sister, should worry about your own situation!" You Ji said coldly.

Madam San Miao ignored her and said with a smile, "I am not exaggerating. If you lose control and force yourself on me, my disciple will not be able to control himself."

"Really?" Youji's beautiful face under the veil could not be seen clearly, but her tone was extremely angry, "Don't think that everyone is as hungry as you, apprentice, and dares to do this."

Madam San Miao still did not respond to You Ji's words. She walked around You Ji a few times, looking her up and down. After a long while, she said, "White Tiger, it really lives up to its reputation!"

You Ji's delicate body trembled, and she said in panic: "What did you say!"

"I mean, sister, your white tiger is worthy of its reputation!" Madam Sanmiao repeated.

"you--"

"Don't be surprised, sister. As the leader of the Hehuan Sect, I do have some knowledge. I just didn't expect that the cold-hearted Suzaku Saint Envoy actually has the physique of a white tiger."

"Not only is it a white tiger, but it's also a rare eight-yin mysterious body. Wonderful, really wonderful!" Madam San Miao's eyes flickered, and it was unknown what she was thinking. "Except for my disciple, this is the first time I've seen a woman with more than five yins. It's really strange."

Even through the black veil, You Ji's expression still showed her panic.

Being exposed in front of her, her face burned like fire.

White tigers have always been regarded as a symbol of a bad husband and a slut. Because women have too strong sexual desires, they make the surrounding area barren. Ordinary men will be drained dry in a few days under such a system. Not to mention the common people, even monks regard such women as sluts.

Before, You Ji lost it on the spot just because she saw the thing under Lin Xing's crotch. This was just the result of forcing herself to endure.

She had always kept Baihu's physical condition a secret, and no one knew about it.

But today, it was exposed on the spot!

And what is that Eight Yin Mysterious Body?

As if seeing through Youji's thoughts, Madam Sanmiao smiled and said, "Don't worry, sister. The White Tiger physique is just a gift. Only ordinary people would criticize it. The truly powerful one is the Eight Yin Mysterious Body. Once this mysterious body is opened, practicing the Hehuan Sect's skills will be twice as effective with half the effort. Sister, do you want to consider it?"

"Just say what you want to say!" You Ji stared at Madam San Miao's face and refused to give in.

"Just tell me? Okay, then I'll tell you straight away." Madam San Miao stood up, slowly approached You Ji, and whispered, "I want your Eight Yin Mysterious Body."

"What!" You Ji's body trembled. What did Madam San Miao mean by this? What on earth was the Eight Yin Mysterious Body? How could she want it?

"The classics of the Hehuan Sect record a secret technique for transferring the Mysterious Body. Originally, this technique was used to train the next generation of elites. After acquiring the Mysterious Body, one can practice various Hehuan Sect techniques by leaps and bounds, with almost no bottlenecks—"

"Why is it for the next generation to use? Can't we use it ourselves?" You Ji asked puzzled.

"No! The success rate of this secret technique is less than 20%. Who would use it on themselves?" Madam San Miao said with a smile.

"Then I will definitely not agree to you!" You Ji refused.

You Ji would not allow such a person to appear in the Hehuan Sect. The Ghost King Sect, having lost the Fulong Ding and exposing the Ghost King's strength, was already at a disadvantage.

"Even if you lose your life?" Madam San Miao said slowly.

"You threaten me?"

Madam San Miao did not answer, and continued: "Sister, you may not know yet. This Eight Yin Mysterious Body is a peculiar physique that is not inferior to the White Tiger. One person has two things, and he doesn't get married early. Are you really not afraid of death? - Oh no, it's useless to get married. No one can bear it, haha."

"It is recorded in classics that there are several people with White Tiger bodies who were burned to death in the fire. Add to that the Eight Yin Mysterious Body, and you, sister, are really in danger. I'm doing this for your own good!" Madam San Miao said with a sweet laugh.

You Ji pondered for a while, then shook her head and said, "No! You just said that you already have a disciple with a mysterious body, so why are you still pursuing such a small hope? What are you hiding from me?"

"Sister, you are joking. What can I hide from you?" Madam San Miao said with a faint smile, her almond-shaped eyes blurred. The white gauze fluttered weakly in the breeze, slender and weak.

"You must be hiding something from me!" You Ji's sixth sense has always been very strong. She stared at Madam San Miao's face for a long time and said in a speculative tone: "The person who wants to obtain the mysterious body is... you?"

…

The atmosphere was very quiet for a while. Madam San Miao wanted to speak several times, but swallowed it back, feeling a little overwhelmed. Surrounded by the faint fragrance, You Ji discovered for the first time that this leader of a sect seemed to be just a weak woman.

"Is it necessary?" You Ji asked doubtfully.

Madam San Miao did not answer. She slowly walked to the dressing table, looked at herself in the mirror, and suddenly asked, "Do you think I am beautiful?"

The deep voice sounded like a question, or like he was talking to himself.

Like a delicate butterfly, fluttering its wings gracefully.

Her long black hair was loosened, extending to the hem of her skirt, flying in the air. Every strand of her hair was extremely beautiful and perfect. Every part of Madam San Miao was filled with rich charm.

"Beautiful." After a long while, You Ji uttered two short words. This was her admiration from the bottom of her heart.

Madam San Miao stared at the mirror, lost in thought, as if she hadn't heard anything.

The night was very quiet and cool. Madam San Miao's pretty face looked extremely haggard.

"But his women are all very beautiful!"

Worry, fear, reluctance... Madam San Miao's low voice was like the vibrating strings of a harp at night, trembling and delicate.