Han Li felt as though he had just experienced a splendid, fragrant spring dream. In it, he and a stunning woman—passionate and vibrant, yet always just out of focus—engaged in prolonged, rhythmic lovemaking. It was his first true experience of a woman’s sweetness and tenderness, and the woman, in turn, seemed to crave more and more, never fully satisfied, drawing him deeply into the realm of gentle affection. Yet no matter how exquisite a dream, there always comes a time to awaken. Han Li did not know how long he had remained immersed in this vivid dream when he finally stirred and awoke. But as soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with a breathtakingly beautiful face and a pair of eyes as cold and clear as winter snow. This face was both unfamiliar and yet strangely familiar, causing a sudden, deep sense of unease to settle in his chest. "Welcome back," the young woman, of about ten years old, said softly, her voice devoid of any emotion, which sent a subtle chill down Han Li’s spine. When it came to the coolness, Han Li realized that his entire body was tightly pressed against this equally bare beauty, with both hands firmly resting on the woman's exceptionally full, soft breasts. The smooth, yielding sensation sent a ripple of excitement through him, stirring a subtle sensation in his lower body, precisely pressing against her fragrant buttocks. Clearly sensing Han Li's unusual state, the woman's face first flushed, then her brows arched in annoyance, her porcelain face instantly turning icy. With a cold voice, she exclaimed, "Enough! Withdraw your clumsy paws and release me immediately!" Han Li was startled and instinctively pulled his hands back, loosening his grip on her. As soon as the beauty saw him release her, she quickly used one hand to brace herself against the ground, and with her well-defined, graceful figure, immediately rose up from within Han Li's embrace. But as soon as the stunningly beautiful woman straightened her graceful waist, she immediately gasped in pain, her face pale with distress, her body swaying and once again collapsing into Han Li’s arms, once again savoring the warmth of his embrace. Han Li, though not a short man, had never considered himself a gentleman. Thus, when the lady once again threw herself into his arms, he promptly abandoned any reserve, reaching out with both hands to tightly cradle her against his chest, gently kissing her lush, vibrant lips. This unexpected warmth sent her intended rebuke flying, and as the kiss deepened, her brows gradually relaxed, her mind and spirit growing enchanted. From that moment on, everything unfolded naturally. In silence, Han Li and the lady once again shared the intimate experience of love. This was far more intoxicating and exhilarating than their earlier, half-dreamy encounters, leaving both of them utterly absorbed, wildly enchanted, and completely lost in the moment. However, the young woman, still fresh from her first experience, could not withstand the vigor of Han Li's relentless assault and soon pleaded for mercy, struggling desperately. But Han Li, now consumed by passion, no longer cared to be gentle or tender; he indulged himself fully upon her before finally satisfying himself and ending their passionate encounter. The woman withdrew a snowy white dress from her storage bag and gently donned it, soon completing her attire and transforming her entire demeanor into one of grace and elegance. Turning back, she caught sight of Han Li and paused—surprised. For Han Li had already been neatly dressed, standing a short distance behind her, gazing at her with a warm, appreciative expression, which stirred something unusual within her. "As for who I am, you must surely know well! What has transpired between us has merely been a mistake—let us simply consider it a dream," she said softly, lightly brushing her flowing hair aside. "I know," Han replied after a brief silence, calmly rubbing his nose. "If anyone else were to hear about today's events, I would have you killed!" the stunning woman suddenly said coldly. "I will keep your secret strictly. Should any rumors reach the outside world, you may go ahead and kill me," Han smiled gently and spoke warmly. "Hmph! I'm glad you know!" Upon seeing Han Li agree without hesitation, the woman wasn't merely unimpressed—she felt rather annoyed, and her tone grew even more sharp. After saying this, both woman and Han Li found themselves silently facing each other, neither willing to speak another word. Though the woman was a Jiandan-stage cultivator, she had spent her entire life immersed in cultivation, and thus her understanding of matters relating to romance and intimacy was no different from that of a typical young girl. So, though she instinctively pressed Han Li to keep the secret, she felt restless and uncertain, unsure of how to handle this delicate situation. As for Han Li, he wasn't much better off. He had never imagined that his first intimate encounter would be with a Jiandan-stage female cultivator—especially one so stunningly beautiful—so different from the gentle, modest young woman he had envisioned. He found himself quietly chuckling at the contrast. Was this unexpected encounter a blessing or a curse for him? Nevertheless, Han Li had noticed that the woman had finally not harbored any murderous intentions to eliminate him—this gave him great relief and sparked a growing sense of appreciation for this beautiful woman, now his wife in reality. Yet it was only appreciation; if she decided to turn against him, he was certain he would not hesitate to fight back! "What exactly is that spherical object? How could it affect both of us…" Han Li began, but found himself unable to finish the sentence, though he was confident the woman would understand his meaning. "That is the male reproductive sac of the Ink Dragon. I didn't expect this creature to be such a rare male dragon, and I had momentarily forgotten about it! This sac emits an erotic mist that immediately sprays out whenever it comes into contact with any female." As she spoke, a few gentle flushes rose on her cheeks, recalling how she had accidentally triggered the sac's explosion by touching it. "Indeed!" Han Li exclaimed, now fully understanding. The mystery in his heart was now resolved. "Then, how come you look... different from before?" "I practice a unique internal technique called *Cycle of Rebirth*. Though this technique is remarkable and can preserve youthful beauty forever, it naturally undergoes a cycle every few decades—each time the energy cycles, the body reverts to a younger form. However, after the incident we experienced together, the technique was temporarily disrupted, and as a result, I've grown a bit larger." The woman explained gently and simply, with only a slight pause. "As for you," asked Han Li, without knowing why he felt compelled to ask this question. "You'll be all right, won't you?" "I'm quite safe," she replied, her expression complex as she glanced at Han Li with a cool tone. "My technique is fully matured. Even if I've lost my virginity, it would only cost me a few years of energy—nothing significant." Han Li listened quietly, realizing that she still harbored considerable resentment toward him. He could only sit in silence, at a loss for words. Indeed, she felt deeply wronged! She had just glanced at her companion once more, confirming yet again that this disciple from Huangfeng Valley was utterly ordinary—neither in appearance nor in potential, with nothing remarkable about him. Yet she had ended up marrying him. How could such a proud and self-assured woman bear this without being deeply troubled? Yet if she were to personally kill him to vent her resentment, she found herself reluctant—after all, he was the one who had taken her maidenhood, and there was something special about him that made her feel differently toward him. This only deepened her anger and resentment toward Han Li. "If we're going out, we'll have to prepare right away—this place is far from easy to leave from," the woman frowned, saying. "But before that, shall I take this golden chest? I don't think you'll have any objections, will you?" She coldly glanced at Han Li, her lips slightly parted. Han Li was overjoyed upon hearing this. He had been worried ever since leaving the sanctuary that he wouldn't have much to offer the sect, which might raise suspicion. Without hesitation, he immediately rushed over and, in a moment, gathered several dozen rare herbs. The woman stood in place, observing Han Li's actions silently, saying nothing.