FOYL ~ 10

Chapter – 10

Becoming Gong Feixue’s Disciple

Gong Feixue’s phoenix eyes fixed intently on Cao Kun, paying no heed to his lustful, greedy gaze.

Indeed—this was the Pure Yang aura, the most potent and masculine essence. She had initially thought it was merely a Spirit Body, but after examining it up close, she realized it was actually a Saint Body!

Her chest rose and fell dramatically at this moment, unable to conceal her excitement. Pitiful was she, having cultivated for over two hundred years—

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It was only thanks to her own formidable talent that she had managed to reach the Nascent Soul stage simply by circulating her cultivation technique and absorbing spiritual energy. But after reaching Nascent Soul, her progress had slowed to a crawl.

She looked at Cao Kun as if gazing upon a rare, priceless treasure.

By now, Cao Kun had come to his senses. He activated his Heavenly Fate Eye to examine the cold, ethereal beauty before him.

[Name: Gong Feixue]
[Submission Value: 20]
[Destiny: —]
[Age: 218]
[Cultivation: Nascent Soul, Third Layer]
[Spirit Root: Supreme Grade]

Startled, Cao Kun was flooded with questions.

“Holy crap! This fairy is actually the peak master of Xianyao Peak! Why does her submission value start at 20? And why does her aura attract me so intensely?”

“Have you looked your fill?” Gong Feixue asked, looking down at him with an icy tone.

Cao Kun reluctantly averted his gaze and said flatteringly:
“Peak Master, you are like a celestial maiden descended to the mortal world—peerless in grace and talent. This disciple admires you endlessly.”

Hearing this, the frost in Gong Feixue’s expression softened slightly, and the corner of her mouth lifted just a fraction. Her voice remained cool as she said:
“Are you willing to become this sovereign’s—”

Before she could finish, Cao Kun dropped to his knees and kowtowed.

“Willing! Willing! Disciple is willing!”

His voice was urgent and devout, as if afraid she might take it back.

Cao Kun hadn’t expected such a windfall—and with the cold, noble Fairy Feixue, no less. He admitted to himself: *I, Cao, confess—I am one who would betray master and sect.*

Gong Feixue found his eager demeanor rather amusing. Then her cold, beautiful face flushed crimson, and her long, toned legs unconsciously pressed together. A moment later, she regained her cool composure and said:

“Very well, disciple. You must focus on building your foundation. After you enter the inner sect, your master will hold a formal disciple-acknowledgment ceremony.”

Cao Kun rose, beaming with delight.

“Disciple obeys Master’s command.”

Having formally become her disciple, Cao Kun no longer felt restrained. He scratched his head and looked at Gong Feixue with an ingratiating grin.

“Um, Master, about the apprenticeship gift… hehe.”

Gong Feixue was momentarily taken aback, then revealed a faint smile. In that instant, it was as if a rose had bloomed—everything around them paled in comparison. Cao Kun was utterly mesmerized. Though Nangong Wan and the others were also breathtakingly beautiful, none possessed Gong Feixue’s noble, sacred aura.

He then said earnestly:
“Master, your smile is truly beautiful. You should smile more often—don’t always keep such a cold face.”

Gong Feixue shot him a glare with her phoenix eyes, then huffed: “Turn around!”

Cao Kun, though confused, obediently turned his back.

Gong Feixue then reached her delicate hand into her pure white, cloud-like robes. Her face was now deeply flushed as she fumbled about. After a moment, her jade hand emerged holding a radiant, soft inner armor—a fifth-grade Phoenix Feather Garment.

She cleared her throat lightly and said:
“This fifth-grade Phoenix Feather Garment shall be your apprenticeship gift. It is light yet durable, and can withstand a full-force strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator.”

Cao Kun turned around excitedly, eyes fixed on the garment. He took it directly into his hands, feeling its warmth and fragrance. He inhaled the scent deeply, then quickly expressed his gratitude:

“Thank you, Master, for your generous gift. Disciple will treasure it as if it were my own life.”

Gong Feixue looked at him with tender, doting eyes.

“Though you possess the Pure Yang Saint Body, your strength is still weak for now. Until you reach Foundation Building, you must never reveal it to outsiders.”

She then took a jade talisman from her storage pouch and handed it to Cao Kun.
“This is a Concealment Talisman—it can mask your Pure Yang aura.”

Cao Kun relished this feeling of being cherished.

At that very moment, his burning gaze locked onto Gong Feixue. A surge of Pure Yang power roiled within him, boiling uncontrollably.

“Master, I don’t know why, but I feel an irresistible attraction to your aura. The feeling is so strong that I want—I want to pull you into my arms right now!”

Cao Kun breathed heavily, voicing his deepest, truest thoughts.

Under Cao Kun’s invasive gaze, Gong Feixue felt as though her entire body was ablaze. Her usual cold, noble, untouchable aura began to recede, replaced by the bewitching, alluring charm unique to a mature woman—a seductiveness that could captivate any soul.

Seeing this, Cao Kun could no longer restrain the restless Pure Yang power within him. He reached out and seized Gong Feixue’s delicate, jade-like ankles, gripping them tightly in his hands.

At this point, Gong Feixue was already dazed and weak.

She struggled desperately to regain her composure, not wanting to show her wanton, seductive side in front of her disciple. But her efforts were in vain—instead, she only grew more enchanting.

Cao Kun, seeing this, pulled her down by her jade feet, as if dragging an untouchable celestial maiden from the heavens into the mortal dust, plunging her into an abyss of desire.

Looking at Gong Feixue, stripped of her sacred nobility, Cao Kun pulled her mature body into his arms. Gazing at her luscious, tempting red lips, he teased:

“Fairy Master, so you’re actually a Taiyin Saint Body.”

Gong Feixue’s face was crimson, her breath erratic. She couldn’t believe that she—a Nascent Soul True Lord—was rendered weak and powerless under Cao Kun, a mere Qi Condensation cultivator, allowing him to defile her sacred purity.

Furious at being exposed by Cao Kun, she gritted her teeth:
“You insolent disciple! How dare you desecrate your master!”

“Haha, Fairy Master, I’m right, aren’t I? This is the real you.”

Cao Kun had never imagined that beneath Gong Feixue’s noble, sacred exterior lay a mature, seductive enchantress. The way she succumbed to passion now made her the very picture of a soul-stealing temptress.

He gave his fairy master’s curvaceous rear a playful slap.

Just as she was about to recover her senses, Gong Feixue fell back into that alluring, enchanting state once more.