FOYL ~ 09

Chapter – 09

Xianyao Peak’s Gong Feixue

[Portrait of Gong Feixue…]

At this moment, on Xianyao Peak within the Hehuan Sect,

Clouds and mist swirled like a fairyland. Spiritual springs burbled through the peaks, and immortal herbs swayed gracefully among the flower beds. On a cliff face, a waterfall cascaded down, complementing the surrounding haze. The spiritual energy on this peak was exceptionally dense—truly a blessed paradise.

At the highest point of the peak, inside a cave dwelling shrouded in mist and dreams, a figure with a delicate, ethereal form sat barefoot on a meditation cushion. From afar, she resembled an immortal descended from a celestial painting.

She wore a flowing white gauze dress, so thin and light that it fluttered with the breeze, seeming to merge with the surrounding mist. Beneath the translucent fabric, one could faintly discern the exquisite curves of her enchanting body—a figure that countless hearts longed for. Her features were cold and noble, like thousand-year-old ice, radiating an intimidating chill that kept others at a distance. Yet amid that iciness, there was also a hint of holy, ethereal purity—like a lofty celestial maiden beyond mortal reach.

Even more astonishing was the mature, alluring charm unique to a fully grown woman—every glance and smile could captivate the soul. These two seemingly contradictory qualities were perfectly fused in one person, creating a unique and irresistible allure.

Just then, her long-closed phoenix eyes slowly opened, casting a cool, penetrating gaze toward the direction of Qinshan Town. Sensing some disturbance there, she furrowed her brows slightly and focused intently on that fleeting aura.

A moment later, her cold, breathtakingly beautiful face gradually showed signs of surprise. Her tempting red lips parted slightly as she murmured to herself:

“Such dense Pure Yang aura… Could it be a Pure Yang Spirit Body?”

With this thought, images involuntarily flashed through her mind. Those images caused her already fair, snow-white skin to blush a faint rosy hue, like blooming roses. Her usually aloof eyes now carried a hint of shyness. Even that forbidden place within her seemed to yearn for something.

This woman was the peak master of Xianyao Peak, one of the Hehuan Sect’s five peaks—Gong Feixue, known as Fairy Feixue.

“Master, I have some questions regarding cultivation,” a voice interrupted Gong Feixue’s reverie.

Gong Feixue quickly composed herself, regaining her sacred and noble bearing. She parted her lips and spoke slowly:

“Disciple, your master is not available today! Come back another day!” Her tone was authoritative, brooking no refusal.

Ye Tian thought to himself, *Women have their days every month—understandable. One day won’t matter. My master will be mine sooner or later.*

So he looked at Gong Feixue with a warm smile and said:
“Disciple obeys.”

Gong Feixue nodded. She was very satisfied with her disciple Ye Tian. His natural talent was high, and his progress was exceptionally rapid.

Her voice softened considerably: “Disciple, you may take your leave now.”

Ye Tian smiled and walked out.

Seeing him leave, Gong Feixue’s figure also dissolved from the spot—she was heading to Qinshan Town. The Pure Yang body concerned her path to eternal life.

At that very moment, inside Cao Kun’s courtyard in Qinshan Town, an intimate atmosphere lingered.

“Wan’er, now you know your husband’s strength, don’t you?”

Cao Kun held the limp, boneless Nangong Wan in his arms with a smug look on his face, a wicked grin curling at the corner of his mouth.

Through this period of effort, Nangong Wan’s submission value had reached a staggering 90 points. Because of that, she now belonged to Cao Kun completely in both body and soul. Her nature had always been gentle and submissive, and now she was even more attached to him, wishing she could stick to him every waking moment.

“Master… Wan’er truly can’t take anymore.”

Her beautiful eyes were like pools of spring water, gazing at Cao Kun with a pitiful, pleading look that could melt anyone’s heart.

Cao Kun gently patted her long, jade-like legs and teased with a chuckle:
“Alright, get up now. Tomorrow we’re heading to the outer sect.”

But Nangong Wan refused to let go. Instead, she clung to him like an octopus, her entire body writhing as she whined:
“No, I don’t want to. I want Master to hold me like this forever.”

Faced with such clingy behavior, Cao Kun felt helpless.

“System, can you reduce the submissive nature of submission targets? How am I supposed to move around like this?”

“Understood, Host.”

After a while, the obsessive look in Nangong Wan’s eyes cleared somewhat. Though she was naturally more uninhibited deep down, even she felt a bit embarrassed by her own behavior. So she released her jade-white legs.

Cao Kun pinched her soft, tender cheek:
“Such a clingy vixen.”

“Husband, I just couldn’t help myself,” Nangong Wan said coquettishly.

Cao Kun patted her pert bottom and said with some exasperation:
“Alright, get up. Do you want to starve your husband?”

So Nangong Wan rose and began dressing. She was already immune to Cao Kun’s unabashed stares and would occasionally throw seductive glances, proudly showing off her beautiful form. Cao Kun loved this contrast in Nangong Wan—demure and dignified in public, wild and wanton in private.

A moment later, as the two were eating,

Cao Kun suddenly felt the surrounding air turn bone-chillingly cold.

Just as he was puzzled, a cool, crisp voice echoed directly in his mind:
“Come out!”

The voice seemed to possess an irresistible power. Cao Kun involuntarily rose and walked outside—yet Nangong Wan noticed nothing unusual. In her world, Cao Kun was still sitting there eating.

Terrified by this loss of control, Cao Kun screamed inwardly: “System, save me!”

No response came.

“You call me useless? You’re a useless system too!” Cao Kun cursed inwardly.

As Cao Kun opened the door, he was astonished to find not the courtyard outside, but a mysterious, otherworldly space. It wasn’t until he stepped fully into this strange realm that he regained control of his body.

Taking in his surroundings, he called out respectfully:
“Senior, why not show yourself?”

No sooner had he spoken than a graceful figure descended slowly from above. Cao Kun looked up slightly and saw a woman as holy and noble as an immortal—cold and stunning, yet carrying the mature allure of a fully grown woman. Her white gauze dress clung to her voluptuous form: full peaks, a slender waist, rounded hips—all tracing an alluring silhouette.

Right in front of his face were her delicate, petite bare feet, with a pair of silver rings dangling at her ankles.

Though this cold, ethereal fairy before him was as lofty as a celestial maiden, impossible to defile, all Cao Kun could think was:

*I want to make her fall from grace—to become my servant!*