Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a well - toned upper body. The pectoral muscles are just the right thickness - not too bulky, not too thin. The eight - pack abs are clearly defined, and the alluring V - line gradually disappears into the white trousers.
Inky black hair falls to cover half of the man's face, making it hard to see his features clearly. But from the beautiful shape of his lips and the smooth, sharp jawline, one can tell that he must be a handsome man.
It would be better if the man's limbs weren't bound by iron chains, if there wasn't a dagger plunged into his left chest, and if the dagger wasn't held in her own hand.
Yan Shu, who had just finished absorbing the original host's memories, looked at the faint scarlet blood bar above the man's head that showed a favorability rating of -70 (hatred), and her hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.
What kind of 穿越 (time - travel) gift package was this?!
This handsome man was named Xiao Jihan, a rare Pure Yang Body that came along once every thousand years. He was naturally invulnerable to all demons and evil spirits. In other words, for Xiao Jihan, cultivating and advancing was almost without bottlenecks because he had no inner demons and didn't need to pass the mental trials.
Even if he had just an ordinary spiritual root, he would have been treated as a key cultivation target by various sects. But 偏偏 he had a four - attribute pseudo - spiritual root, which made it almost impossible for him to cultivate.
But it was only "almost".
Only Yan Shu knew that Xiao Jihan's so - called waste pseudo - spiritual root was actually a growth-type spiritual root never seen before in the cultivation world. It was very difficult to start cultivating, but once he got on the right track and the spiritual root advanced step by step, it would eventually become more terrifying than the super spiritual roots that could cultivate on their own.
And Xiao Jihan would also, at a speed that amazed the world, step by step from the Foundation Establishment stage to the Tribulation Transcending stage, and finally become the first person to ascend in the cultivation world in ten thousand years.
And she, this nominal master of Xiao Jihan, was the sacrifice for the second advancement of his spiritual root.
Although suffering from the pain of having his heart gouged out, there was no trace of pain on Xiao Jihan's face. He looked down at the blood gradually oozing from his chest, and the corners of his thin lips curled up in a mocking arc. "If Master keeps trembling like that, this heart blood will be wasted."
At these words, Yan Shu came back to her senses. What had the original host done?
Oh right, lick and suck...
Yan Shu suddenly froze, feeling completely awkward. Was this... so erotic?
It was one thing to take heart blood, but to both suck and lick? People who knew would understand she was drinking heart blood, but those who didn't might think it was foreplay for some kind of sport!
Looking at the blood on Xiao Jihan's chest, Yan Shu still braced herself and leaned forward.
This guy looks like he's just reached the Foundation Establishment stage, but in reality, he's already formed a Golden Core and entered the Golden Core period. Breaking free from these black iron chains would take him mere minutes.
If he saw through her flaws, she wouldn't even survive until three months later—she'd die on the spot. That's why, even though her hands were shaking like they were having a spasm, she didn't dare let go of the dagger.
Gritting her teeth, Yan Shu inched closer to his chest. Instead of the expected metallic tang of blood, she caught a faint, alluring scent. No wonder he was the "elixir" for her Pure Yin Body.
Still, this was human blood. Raised under the red flag, Yan Shu struggled with the mental hurdle, but thinking of her own life, she stuck out her tongue and licked tentatively. Huh, it was slightly sweet. Her tolerance instantly improved.
After a moment's thought, she lifted her head to gently pull out the dagger, watching as the blood from the wound slowly stopped before pressing her lips back to his skin. He really was the male lead—his skin was absurdly smooth, like licking pudding!
Yan Shu closed her eyes, licking bit by bit. With nothing to see, she grew more comfortable… and even found it a little enjoyable. A tingling sensation spread across his chest. Xiao Jihan watched Yan Shu, her tongue darting like a cat lapping at the blood on his chest, his phoenix eyes hidden beneath his ink-black hair so dark they seemed bottomless.
Yan Shu was so focused on licking that she didn't notice the blood bar above Xiao Jihan's head—visible only to her—briefly flicker. It had dropped from -60 back to -70. Satisfied with his now spotless chest, Yan Shu looked up, cleared her throat, and imitated the original host's tone.
"My inner demon is resolved. Today is the last time I'll take your heart's blood. You won't need to do this again. Go rest. Starting tomorrow, I'll officially teach you the cultivation methods of Xuantian Sect." To prove her sincerity, she grabbed the dagger and swung it at the black iron chains binding Xiao Jihan.
CLANG! Her forefinger went numb, but the chains didn't budge. This didn't make sense—this dagger was forged from Extreme Yin Black Iron. Cutting through ordinary black iron chains should be like slicing tofu! Yan Shu refused to admit defeat. She raised the dagger and swung again.
CLANG! The chains remained intact, and Xiao Jihan's wrists, yanked by the force, turned red. Uh… Yan Shu dared not look at Xiao Jihan's expression. She awkwardly pulled a key from her mustard magical storage pouch and unlocked the chains.
"Every word I said is true. You won't need to enter this dungeon again." Without daring to linger, she turned and fled.
Xiao Jihan watched her retreat, his phoenix eyes chilling until she vanished. He picked up his robe from the floor, dressed, and walked away. The dungeon entrance was in Yan Shu's courtyard.
After exiting, she sneaked to her bedroom window to spy on Xiao Jihan. When she saw the blood bar above his head drop to -75, she nearly lost it. She'd just said she'd stop drinking his blood and started acting like a proper master—why had his favorability not only not risen but dropped five points?! Why?! Why?! Yan Shu collapsed onto her bed, feeling hopeless.
The original host had inner demons, strongest on every full moon night. Xiao Jihan's blood was the best medicine to suppress them. That's why the original host had taken him in as a disciple in name, but in reality, treated him like a blood bank, binding him in the dungeon every fifteenth to take his heart's blood.
According to the plot, in three months, after Xiao Jihan broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, he'd break free of the chains (already no match for him) during her most vulnerable moment, use the same dagger to carve out her spiritual root as a tonic, destroy her cultivation, and decapitate her.
After her death, the protective Xuantian Sect would hunt him down, only to meet their own destruction. With a favorability of -75 and a death sentence hanging over her in three months, not to mention the sect's doom, Yan Shu jolted upright.
Xiao Jihan was the male lead—anyone who wronged him met a bad end, and every danger he faced only strengthened his spiritual root. If she couldn't kill him, maybe she could run! Yes! She should hide first, study the original host's cultivation techniques, and lay low until Xiao Jihan ascended. Once he was gone, she'd be safe!
Acting on impulse, she rushed outside and summoned her natal flying sword from memory. But as soon as she took off, a thunderclap roared overhead. A purple lightning bolt struck straight at her! BOOM! Man and sword crashed to the ground.
As the wind blew, her singed hair stood on end. Yan Shu, charred on the outside and tender within,got up and silently flipped off the sky.
What the actual f—! They wouldn't even let her change the plot?!