Ye ng felt the dicinal power stored within her body, and couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitent and joy.
According to this, Fang Che’s talk of ’immortality and unfading beauty’ turned out to be true!
Moreover, she sensed her Primordial Yin Qi had increased tenfold or even a hundredfold; as a female cultivator, Ye ng naturally understood that this Qi was the true Super Magical Treasure for immortality.
Thinking of this, Ye ng’s heart burned with enthusiasm, and she felt even more invigorated.
After finishing her wash, she draped herself in a light veil and sat before the mirror.
Ye ng herself was transfixed.
Oh my, who is this super beauty inside? Who, who, who hahaha...
Even she could feel her facial complexion, features more exquisite, eyes more tender, and figure more proportionate.
In other words, she radiated more femininity.
Wouldn’t Fang Che notice instantly?
Thinking about this, she felt even more smug, humd a tune gleefully, though she was already regretting sothing deeply.
Did I actually want him to find a concubine earlier? I must be crazy. Humph, in the future I can handle it all myself!
Find what concubine.
Dare find one? I’ll beat the crap out of you!
Ye ng was pursing her lips, pondering joyfully, a smile curling upon her lips.
Suddenly, she heard the door creak, and Fang Che sneaked in. He had finished his wash, but Ye ng had yet to co out, making him slightly anxious.
Hey buddy, now that you’re brimming with energy, what are you doing not coming out?
Ye ng was unfazed, knowing she was now different from the past.
Dare co? I will definitely make you realize my might!
Without turning her head, she asked gleefully: "How about it? Look at , my face, am I not more beautiful than before? This thing really works."
Fang Che was stunned as he entered.
It must be said, Ye ng was in such perfect form now, that to describe her as resplendent was utterly insufficient.
No words could capture Ye ng’s beauty at the mont, except this: even her hair radiated tenderness, gracefulness, like a Moon Palace Fairy, descending to the mortal world.
Even Fang Che, who had often seen, and been astounded by, countless beauties, couldn’t help but be awestruck at this mont.
Filled with reverence, he approached, murmuring: "Too beautiful, truly too beautiful... In my life, this is the first ti seeing such a beautiful woman..."
Ye ng’s heart instantly felt sweet as honey, playfully saying: "Humph, still looking for a concubine?"
"No more, no more!"
Fang Che slowly embraced her, closed his eyes: "Such a beautiful woman is actually my wife, why find a concubine... ng, co..."
Ye ng proudly and confidently replied: "Afraid of you?"
Fang Che swiftly carried his beloved back to the room.
Proceed again...
Two hours later.
Ye ng lay in bed like a fish out of water, unable to move, pleading hoarsely: "Fang Che... you... you should... go find a... find a concubine..."
Fang Che triumphantly: "Yielded yet?"
"Yes, yes..."
Ye ng couldn’t help but felt extrely puzzled, saying: "Weren’t they supposed to be good for won? Why you..."
Fang Che replied in a ’blandly arrogant tone’, solemnly saying: "I forgot to tell you, that thing is called True Soul Yin Yang Root, uh-huh, get it? Definitely good for won, it can sustain beauty and grant immortality. But... it’s even better for n. Hehe."
Ye ng looked at him with anguish: "You... you you you..."
Thinking this guy was already quite formidable, now even stronger after consuming the thing—being an experienced witness, Ye ng knew all too well the might of the True Soul Yin Yang Root, and couldn’t help but see darkness.
With a thud, she fell back onto the bed.
Eyes dazed: How will the days ahead be, oh dear!
...
Just at this mont...
Yan Beihan was all alone, chewing on an entire True Soul Yin Yang Root.
Stubbornly refusing to share any, as if chewing soone else’s bones.
Set up a tent, Aunt Hong on guard, Yan Beihan comfortably took a bath, her hair dripping with water, her stunning beauty even made Aunt Hong stare: "Little Han, becoming more beautiful... Tsk, that face, figure, skin... Wonder who will be lucky enough in the future."
Yan Beihan flicked her hair up, letting it float, the Spiritual Energy instantly dried the moisture, and as it fell, her smooth long hair cascaded down, reaching her waist.
White clothes covered her, the moonlight gentle, like a dream, yet not as much as her resembling a dream. Beauty filled with unreality.
She stood quietly, letting Aunt Hong tie up her hair, calmly saying: "Aunt Hong, I don’t believe there’s a man in this world worthy of ."
Aunt Hong sighed, with a worried look on her face, said: "That’s certainly your pride, no one worthy is a truth, but a woman ultimately needs a ho..."
"Aunt Hong, that’s where you’re mistaken."
Yan Beihan gazed at the bright moon in the sky, calmly saying: "Since no one is worthy, why settle? Why should a daughter cling to a man for life? Isn’t freedom alone good?"
At this point, Fang Che’s face suddenly flashed before her eyes, Yan Beihan humd, said: "Being alone, wouldn’t there be fewer troubles?"
"You don’t get it," Aunt Hong sighed, unsure how to explain.
Plus, with her own status, she couldn’t impose any particular values on Yan Beihan. If she led astray, it would be a catastrophic mistake!
Reminded: "Feng Yun already returned to the Southeast Headquarters."
Yan Beihan indifferently said: "Returning is returning, if he doesn’t return, what else could he do?"
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