Chapter 15: I Am a Peak Body Tempering Expert!

“Good evening, Young Master. You made me search so hard for you!”

Luo Yao was dressed in a water-blue silk dress, her crystal hairpins shimmering.

A smile played on her lips, but her eyes were hollow.

She tilted her head and pressed her palms together, her cherry lips parting slightly.

“Young Master, you really are a bad man.”

With that, Luo Yao shed her outer robe, revealing her snowy-white arms.

“Eek!”

Ding Nan was startled.

His heel caught on a protruding rock, and he nearly tumbled over.

By the time he steadied himself and looked up, he was met with a beautiful face inches from his own.

Luo Yao’s breath brushed against the tip of his nose.

Terrified by her ghost-like movements, Ding Nan held his breath.

A pocket of stale air caught in his throat, forcing a frightened whimper from his lips.

He tried to pull back, but Luo Yao caught his face between her palms.

“Lu—Luo Yao!”

Ding Nan stammered, his words muffled as her hands squeezed his cheeks.

Luo Yao narrowed her eyes, her smile widening.

“A naughty Master like you needs to be punished properly.”

“Huh?”

Luo Yao released his face only to grab his shoulders, stealing the very air from his lungs.

3 minutes later, Luo Yao wiped her lips, a look of triumphant satisfaction flushing her face.

Ding Nan covered his mouth with the back of his hand, stumbling backward.

The sweet taste of Luo Yao still lingered in his mouth.

Luo Yao giggled, lifting her skirts and giving them a light shake.

“How did that feel, Young Master?”

“Luo—Luo Yao, calm down.”

“Calm?”

Luo Yao’s eyes were like a stagnant pool.

“I am very calm.”

“Think about it. Ji Lanruo… she’s a Tribulation Transcendence Stage expert. Between us, we’ve already—”

At those words, Luo Yao’s expression darkened.

“So, Young Master really does like that bitch, doesn’t he? Is it those two useless mounds of fat? Does that bloated body capture your gaze so easily?”

Luo Yao asked.

Her voice was hauntingly calm, yet it carried a deadly chill.

“What?”

“Is my body not enough to satisfy you?”

Ding Nan threw his hands up in exasperation.

“No, sister, she’s from a top-tier sect in Zhongzhou! She’s a Tribulation Transcendence Stage expert!”

“Sister?”

Luo Yao’s gaze shifted as if looking into the distance.

Her pupils trembled, and she covered her right cheek with one hand, her lips twitching.

While Ding Nan was still reeling in confusion, her focus snapped back to the present.

“After all these years, you still think of me as a sister?”

Luo Yao stared at him, her voice thick with anger and resentment.

‘Crap,’ Ding Nan thought, his heart sinking.

‘I messed up.’

Combining his two lifetimes, Ding Nan was nearly forty years old.

He had long since come to view her as a younger sister.

Seeing the unmasked honesty on Ding Nan’s face, Luo Yao laughed again.

It was a low, frantic sound that wouldn’t stop.

It sent shivers down Ding Nan’s spine.

Suddenly, the laughter ceased.

Luo Yao’s face went blank, as if nothing had happened.

“You promised to let me serve you for the rest of my life…”

A crystalline tear gathered at the corner of her eye.

Panic flared in Ding Nan’s chest, but his soul felt heavy.

‘This… this is getting way too intense.’

“After all these years, Yao’er doesn’t want to be a good girl anymore.”

Luo Yao bowed to him with stiff, formal politeness.

“I am sorry, Young Master.”

‘?’

Ding Nan was bewildered by the sudden shift.

Why was she suddenly being so formal?

Then, with a sharp *rip*, his clothes were shredded by her hands.

Ding Nan clutched the remaining fabric of his shorts, screaming internally.

‘She offered a courtesy before using force!’

Luo Yao lunged for him.

Ding Nan moved quickly, catching her wrists to restrain her.

“Calm down! Luo Yao, calm down!” he shouted.

But Luo Yao ignored him entirely, forcing herself closer.

Their fingers interlaced, and she began to idly stroke the back of his hand with her thumb.

Ding Nan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

‘You really do love me… but what’s so charming about a loser like me that everyone used to look down on?’

His heart began to race from the physical contact, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He broke free from her grip and jumped back two steps.

Looking at the girl completely consumed by her desires, Ding Nan gritted his teeth, his gaze turning sharp.

In an instant, the aura of a Qi Refining Stage cultivator erupted.

Violent gusts of wind whipped through the cavern, swirling the layers of her robes.

Luo Yao wasn’t an enemy, and Ding Nan didn’t want to use violence against her, but he had no choice now.

It was clear she was intent on starting a family right here and now.

As a model youth of the new era and a Pure Love Warrior, how could Ding Nan allow a young girl to become a single mother filled with regret and resentment?

Ding Nan circulated the Flowing Cloud Manual and struck out with the Ding Clan’s third-rate technique, the Yellow Stone Palm.

Initially, Luo Yao didn’t move.

But just as his palm was about to hit her shoulder, a slender, white hand swiped his arm away.

Ding Nan retreated another two steps to gain distance, observing her carefully.

Luo Yao remained composed, a smile plastered on her face.

The raw anticipation in her eyes made Ding Nan break into a cold sweat.

That’s right—Luo Yao was at Level 9 of the Body Tempering Realm. She wasn’t defenseless.

Memories of training with her flashed through his mind.

She knew most of his moves.

Because Ding Nan had focused solely on cultivation for years, he had neglected his martial arts training.

His only real trump card was the Sunset Sword Technique!

Ding Nan focused, executing the Sunset Sword Technique.

In an instant, countless afterimages of his arms appeared before her.

The Sunset Sword Technique wasn’t meant to be used like this, but since Ding Nan hadn’t mastered it yet, he had to expend more Spiritual Qi and physical energy to mimic the form, even if he lacked the true essence.

Still, it should have been enough.

No matter how much of a genius Luo Yao was, she only had access to the manuals in the Ding Clan’s library.

The best techniques there were third-rate at best.

Luo Yao looked up at the Sunset Sword Technique, a vein bulging on her forehead despite her smile.

She raised her hand and, with a single slap, swatted his arms aside.

The world spun for Ding Nan. Like a lump of dough, he hit the ground with a dull *thud*.

“Huh?”

Ding Nan stared up at the dark ceiling of the cave.

Luo Yao stood over him, her arms crossed beneath her chest as she looked down.

“Sunset Sword Technique?” she asked coldly.

‘That’s impossible! Luo Yao shouldn’t have the strength to counter that.’

Even though Ding Nan had only reached the Qi Refining Stage 2 days ago and his foundation was shaky, he was still a Qi Refining Stage cultivator.

A cultivator at the early Qi Refining Stage was superior to even a Peak Body Tempering Expert!

She was only at Level 9 of the Body Tempering Realm.

Even if he wasn’t a skilled martial artist, his realm, Spiritual Qi levels, and physical reflexes should have far exceeded hers.

Ding Nan didn’t believe it.

He had to be able to win.

He struggled to get up, ready to fight again.

However, Luo Yao simply sat on top of him, pinning him down and grabbing him by the collar.

“How dare you use a Xishan Sect manual! How dare you use their martial arts!”

She shook him like a dog until his head was spinning.

“Hmph! You don’t need something like the Flowing Cloud Manual!”

“No! Stop!”

Luo Yao pressed her hands against his abdominals.

His dantian suffered a direct shock.

In a single breath, Ding Nan felt the strength drain from his limbs.

His knees went weak, and his Spiritual Qi began to leak out of his body.

“My power! My power!”

Ding Nan clutched his head, crying out in agony.

Luo Yao crossed her arms, her face flushed red.

He had regressed to Level 3 of the Body Tempering Realm.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless—even if Ding Nan said no, he had no way to resist Luo Yao’s advances!