Two tongues danced continuously within Xiao Yan's mouth, waves of pleasure gradually seeping into his soul, and his arms grew increasingly firm, as though striving to merge the woman in his arms into his very being. As his inner passion swelled, Xiao Yan, half-dazed, found one hand unconsciously climbing up Yun Zhi's slender waist, gently gliding before slipping through her black robe to caress the smooth, delicate skin, as soft and warm as jade. With their bodies so intimately pressed together, both Xiao Yan and Yun Zhi trembled slightly. Suddenly, the woman's most sensitive area was stimulated, which brought Yun Zhi—now dominated by passion—back to a state of partial awareness. She quickly realized their current intimate position, her face instantly turning pale, and with a lightning-fast motion, she broke free from Xiao Yan's lips, biting down on her teeth as she struggled to speak in a low, strained voice: "Yao Yan, if you dare to do that to me, after I respond, you shall surely die!" Due to the consuming passion within her, Yun Zhi's voice carried a faint tingling and numbness, yet in her earnest words, an uncommon trace of tears emerged. Her voice struck like a heavy hammer upon Xiao Yan's head, instantly dislodging him from the grip of his burning desire. He became aware of the place where his hands were clenched, his face turning crimson, and swiftly withdrew them. Within him, his qi surged violently, desperately suppressing the surging flames of passion. While Xiao Yan fought to contain his inner flames, Yun Zhi's consciousness was once again overwhelmed by the same passion. Her jade arms encircled Xiao Yan's waist, her jade cheeks constantly rubbing against his chest. Yet, as her awareness began to fade once more, a single tear glistened and fell from her beautiful eyes. Through a voice now blurred and soft, emerging from her alluring red lips, she whispered: "Yao Yan, if I yield my body to you, I shall first kill you, and then take my own life!" "Transparent and luminous tears traced down her cheeks, finally landing upon Xiao Yan's chest, their cool touch leaving a bitter aftertaste on his lips. With a soft sigh, he murmured inwardly, 'Master, don't pretend to be dead—how do I release the effects of this medicine?' 'Hehe, this is a splendid opportunity! I suspect this woman holds a very high status within the Jima Empire. If you—' The elder's playful laughter echoed in Xiao Yan's mind. 'Enough with the games. She's not the type who'll follow anyone once her body is claimed. You heard her just now—should I truly take advantage of her vulnerability, she'd be the first to kill me upon waking.' Xiao Yan shook his head with a wry smile, gazing down at the noble woman, her eyes misty and her cheeks flushed, and said softly, 'I can sense she's serious. By her nature, she might actually do just that.' "Oh, what a wonderful opportunity..." The herbal master sighed with a touch of regret, then shook his head in resignation. "Concentrate your qi into your palms, and gently massage the acupoints on her abdomen, thighs, and the neck area—those points you should know well." "Hmm..." Listening to these locations, Xiao Yan's eyes twitched slightly. Why were all these points so intimately placed? "Master, please don't do this—this is a matter of life and death!" Xiao Yan wiped a bead of sweat, smiling weakly as he asked. Yet as soon as he spoke, the herbal master remained silent. With no choice, Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, bent down, and carefully lifted Yun Zhi's lazy body, placing her gently upon the stone platform. Now, Yun Zhi's garments were half unfastened, revealing ample springtime charm—so vivid and striking. As for Xiao Yan, he was even more exposed: not only did he have to suppress the surging passion within himself, but he also had to maintain the appearance of a saint before this half-naked beauty. Both palms slowly extended, with ki infused into them. Xiao Yan took a deep breath, lowered his head, and gently spoke to Yunzhi, whose consciousness was faint, saying, "Pardon me." After that, he no longer hesitated, swiftly unfastening Yunzhi's black robe until half of her snowy-white torso was revealed, then stopped. Xiao Yan kept his gaze straight ahead, extending three fingers and lightly pressing them at a spot half an inch below her delicate neck, gently stroking it. As the ki gradually entered her body, the rosy flush on Yunzhi's cheeks ceased to spread, and the alluring, faint moans emerging from her nose grew weaker. Seeing that the method proved effective, Xiao Yan's spirit lifted slightly, and his internal ki surged toward his palms. After massaging this spot for nearly a minute, he slightly lowered his gaze to the area of Yunzhi's abdomen—where the sensitivity was greater than above—and sighed. Then, he unfastened the black robe once again. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan gently touched the smooth, jade-like abdomen with his fingers, then slowly moved his hands in delicate caresses. In this intimate contact, Xiao Yan naturally found himself growing increasingly stirred. As he infused qi into the abdominal area, the rosy flush on Yun Zhi's cheeks gradually faded, and her delicate, pink skin slowly returned to its natural, pale white hue. After massaging the abdomen for several minutes, Xiao Yan quickly lifted his black robe, then gradually pulled it up from Yun Zhi's graceful legs. For this part of the body, he truly dared not be too bold—after just touching lightly and stopping at the right moment, he swiftly closed his eyes and used qi to soothe the rising passion within Yun Zhi's body. While Xiao Yan closed his eyes, Yun Zhi, lying on the stone bed, gently tightened her hands, her long eyelashes trembling continuously, and a fleeting expression of both bashfulness and mild anger passed across her cheeks. A moment later, Xiao Yan finally moved his hands, drenched in sweat, lowering his black robe and gasping heavily. Turning to gaze at Yun Zhi, whose delicate face had now returned to its normal hue, he exhaled a deep breath of relief. As Xiao Yan relaxed, the qi that had been heavily consumed in suppressing Yun Zhi's passion surged again, nearly being pushed out—his face flushed. Bowing slightly, he gazed at the beautiful woman lying motionless on the stone bed, completely unguarded. His feet subtly stepped forward, his gaze settling on the lush, inviting red lips. A spark of warmth flickered in his eyes as he slowly lowered his head. Sensing the growing warmth of his breath approaching, Yun Zhi gently tightened her grasp. Yet as Yun Zhi was preparing to defend herself, the approaching breath did not come close to her cheeks. After a brief silence, a crisp clap of hands suddenly echoed through the cave. Following the clap, the warm breath gradually receded, and a slightly unsteady footstep sound slowly faded as she ran out of the cave. Only after the footsteps had disappeared did Yun Zhi tremble slightly, lifting her eyelids to gaze at the disheveled black robe on her body. A tear slipped unbidden from her beautiful eyes. Though she knew the most terrifying moment had not actually occurred, Xiao Yan’s continuous massage had completely exposed her to the gaze. With her status, few dared to meet her gaze directly on a daily basis, let alone have someone wander around her body, touching her at will—thinking of the body and her first kiss she had preserved for so many years, now unexpectedly taken away by a young boy who was significantly younger than herself, even within this small cave, Yun Zhi felt utterly overwhelmed, as if she were crying without being able to utter a word. Without her qi, Yun Zhi seemed less cold and distant than usual; that lofty sense of status appeared as though temporarily sealed deep within her consciousness. In the past, Yun Zhi would have unhesitatingly drawn her sword and severed Xiao Yan into eighteen pieces—of course, if her qi had not been sealed, even Xiao Yan’s haphazardly administered herbal remedy could not have caused her mind to blur at all. Lying on the stone bed, Yun Zhi bit her lower lip with her delicate teeth, her face alternating between light and dim, as though lost in thought. … Rushing out of the cave, Xiao Yan sprinted wildly toward the distant waterfall. The surging passion within him made his entire body feel like burning coals, his face flushed red as he ran another stretch. The roaring sound of the water reached his ears, and the refreshing, moist air brushing against him brought him a slight sense of relief. "Plunged!" Seeing the lake unfold before him, Xiao Yan leaped in like a carp, his body sinking into the cool waters, the icy lake water stimulating his blazing form. The calm lake surface suddenly broke as a human head emerged. Xiao Yan wiped the water from his face, looked up at the rising sun, and exhaled heavily, feeling weak throughout his body. He slowly swam to the shore, pressing his body against the rocks, breathing steadily. With his eyes slightly narrowed, he felt his tongue brush his lips. The noble and beautiful face of Yunzhi once again appeared before him—once a goddess-like figure in the cave, now revealing her most alluring, carefree, and seductive demeanor before him. Gently shaking his head with a quiet, wistful smile, Xiao Yan knew that no matter what happened in the future, this woman would forever remain etched in his memory, indelible. "Ah…" he sighed, unexpectedly. Rising from the lake, he walked slowly toward the cave, a touch of nervousness in his steps. As he approached the cave, he took a deep breath and murmured softly, "She should have awakened by now, shouldn't she?" Gripping his palm, Xiao Yan stepped into the cool cave, his gaze fixed on the stone platform—only to be startled. The cloud mushroom, which should have been lying there, had vanished entirely. A flicker of panic crossed his face as he hurried a few paces forward, just as he was about to shout aloud, a sudden coolness brushed his neck. A strange, long sword, radiating a crisp chill, pressed firmly against his throat. His body instantly stiffened. Turning slightly to the back, he saw Yun Zhi, dressed in a black robe, standing behind him, holding the sword, her face as cold as ice.