200: Chapter 198 Seductive

A slender jade hand suddenly reached out from behind him,

wrapping around his shoulder and reaching for the food box on the stone table.

That hand was very white, very tender, with long fingers and nails painted with bright red koudan,

looking like drops of blood on white jade in the twilight.

Yun Ming did not look back, nor did he dodge.

That hand began to fiddle with the food box, opening it layer by layer,

taking the dishes inside out one by one and arranging them on the stone table.

The movements were very light and slow, as if performing a very natural task.

Once the dishes were set, she produced two wine cups from somewhere,

made of white jade and crystal clear,

with fine patterns carved on the cups, indicating they were no ordinary items.

She poured two cups of wine, placing one in front of Yun Ming and keeping one for herself.

Yun Ming followed that hand and looked upward.

The wrist was slender, with distinct joints,

the skin so white it was almost transparent, with faint blue veins vaguely visible.

The forearm was rounded without a trace of excess fat, its lines as smooth as a jade lotus root.

Further up were the elbow, the upper arm, and the rounded shoulder.

She wore a gauze garment as thin as a cicada's wing,

with nothing underneath,

only her faintly visible skin and those Soul-stirring curves.

The neckline was cut very low,

so low that one could almost see the full view of her white and tender twin peaks,

full and pert,

quivering slightly beneath the gauze like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.

Her clavicles were exquisite, her neck long and slender,

her jawline soft and beautiful, and her lips full,

the corners of her mouth slightly upturned with a natural, effortless allure.

The bridge of her nose was high, her eye sockets slightly deep, and her eyelashes were long and curled, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes.

Her hair was ink-black, reaching down to her waist and left unbound,

casually draped over her shoulders and back,

with a few strands hanging over her chest, appearing and disappearing within the gaps of the gauze.

Beautiful. So beautiful she did not seem like an Immortal Master.

Her beauty was not the dignified and elegant kind, nor was it the pure and lovely kind; it was a beauty that seeped from her very bones, carrying Demonic Qi, making one's heart itch with unbearable desire.

She looked at Yun Ming, the smile at the corners of her mouth deepening.

In that smile was charm, shyness, provocation, and an indescribable composure, like a hunter watching its prey.

She tilted her head slightly, and a strand of hair slid from her shoulder to hang over her chest.

"Husband," she spoke, her voice as soft as if it were coated in honey, sweet and mellow, with a hint of raspiness, like she had just woken up or was whispering in his ear. "Are you hungry? I shall serve you your meal."

Her lips were almost pressed against his ear as she breathed as fragrantly as orchids, a warm, sweet-scented breath brushing over his auricle.

That scent was not of cosmetics or flowers; it was a fragrance emanating from deep within her body, belonging to her very self.

Yun Ming did not dodge.

He picked up the wine cup in front of him and swirled it gently, the liquid creating small ripples in the cup.

He glanced at the wine in the cup, then at the impossibly beautiful woman before him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

"Alright," he said, his tone as flat as if he were saying the weather was nice today. "Go and dance for me first."

Xue Ji was stunned for a moment.

She hadn't expected this young Cultivator, who looked like a rookie, to actually dare to speak to her like that.

She had seen many men; some were so nervous they couldn't speak in her presence, some feigned composure but could not hide the heat in their eyes, and some simply lunged at her to take advantage.

But never had anyone spoken to her in such a tone.

It wasn't a command, a request, or teasing; it was that kind of casualness—if you dance, I'll watch; if you don't, then forget it.

Her smile did not change, but a flash of displeasure crossed her eyes.

What was her status? She was the Second Prince's favorite concubine, an Early Nascent Soul Stage Transformed Great Demon. Was a mere Late Golden Core Stage Loose Cultivator even worthy of having her dance? But she did not lash out.

She remembered the Second Prince's instructions and her mission.

She looked at Yun Ming smilingly, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"If my husband wishes to see it, then I shall naturally dance."

She stood up from the stone table and walked to the center of the courtyard.

Water mist swirled at her feet, and her gauze garment fluttered gently in the breeze.

She raised her hand, her fingers slender; starting from the fingertips, she slowly moved upward inch by inch, passing her wrist, her forearm, her elbow, and reaching her shoulder.

Then she began to twirl, her gauze garment billowing with her movements like a flower in full bloom.

Her body was as soft as if it had no bones, every movement flowing like water, like wind, like clouds.

Her waist twisted, her hips swayed, and her legs crossed, every step landing on some invisible rhythm.

Her gauze garment slipped down on one side during the twirl, revealing one shoulder and half of her back.

Her skin glowed with a faint light in the twilight, as if coated in a layer of honey.

The dance she performed was no mundane dance.

Every movement was in harmony with some Law of heaven and earth, and every breath tugged at the spectator's Divine Soul.

That was the Fox Tribe's innate Charm Technique,

Wangdao Chenghuan.

She had performed this dance countless times, and every time it left the spectators Soul-captivated and unable to control themselves.

Even a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator would find it difficult to remain conscious before this dance.

A smile always hung on her lips, but that smile no longer held shyness or charm, only a cold scrutiny.

She was waiting, waiting for Yun Ming to show a flaw, for cracks to appear in his Dao Heart, for his Divine Soul to waver.

Yun Ming sat by the stone table, holding his wine cup and taking sip after sip.

He watched Xue Ji dance, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a cloud, a breeze, or an inconsequential flower.

There was no desire in his eyes, no greed, and none of that disgusting heat.

He just watched, as if viewing a very ordinary performance.

Xue Ji felt strange in her heart.

She did not believe her charm could fail to bewitch a Late Golden Core Stage rookie.

She had seen too many men—those with high cultivation, those with low, the young, the old, the righteous ones, and those of the Evil Path.

Not a single one could remain indifferent before her dance.

This Yun Ming was either faking it or there was something bizarre about him.

She increased the intensity.

Her dance became more unrestrained, the gauze garment nearly slipping from her body with her movements, revealing large areas of snow-white skin.

Her body pressed close to Yun Ming, then moved away, pressed close again, and moved away once more.

Her fingers brushed over his shoulders, his arms, and his cheeks.

Her breath brushed past his neck, warm and cloyingly sweet.

Her body almost pressed against his chest during a twirl, only to drift far away in an instant.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, glistening in the twilight.

The sweat dampened the gauze, the thin fabric clinging tightly to her body, outlining every inch of her curves.

With exquisite curves and elegant contours, she looked like a jade carving dampened by water.

Yun Ming's expression finally changed.

He set down his wine cup, stood up, and took a step forward.

The corners of Xue Ji's mouth turned up slightly.

She knew it.

All men were of the same kind.

She continued to dance, her movements becoming even more daring and unrestrained.

She waited for Yun Ming to lunge at her, waiting for him to show his unsightly side, waiting for his Dao Heart to completely collapse.

Yun Ming reached out and suddenly grabbed her arm.

His grip was very strong, so strong that she actually failed to break free when she struggled.

Then he gave a forceful tug, and Xue Ji tumbled into his arms.

Her body was pressed against his chest, soft and warm, with the dampness of sweat and that sweet fragrance.

Her gauze garment was soaked through, clinging to her like a second skin.

Her chest was pressed against his, and she could feel his powerful heartbeat. Her legs were against his, her waist against his. Her face was against his chin, her warm breath hitting his Adam's apple.

Yun Ming picked up the wine cup from the table and brought it to Xue Ji's lips.

The rim of the cup pressed against her lower lip, and the wine was slowly poured into her mouth.

She took small sips one by one, her amber eyes fixed on Yun Ming's.

A smile was on her lips, but there was no mirth in the depths of her eyes.

She swallowed the last sip of wine from the cup and then looked into Yun Ming's eyes.

Her eyes suddenly brightened, and a pink light shot out from deep within her pupils, striking directly into Yun Ming's eyes.

That light was very faint, so faint it was almost invisible, but it certainly existed.

That was a Charm Technique technique that struck directly at the Divine Soul, her ultimate trump card.

She had used it many times and had never failed.

Yun Ming's body stiffened.

His eyes lost their focus, his pupils dilated, and he became like an empty shell whose Soul had been extracted.

He stood there motionless, his arm still in the posture of holding the wine cup, but his fingers had loosened, and the cup fell to the ground, shattering into several pieces.

The wine splashed near their feet, creating a small dark stain as it soaked into the bluestone floor.

Xue Ji gave Yun Ming a push.

Yun Ming fell backward onto the ground, the back of his head thudded against the bluestone floor with a dull sound.

He did not move; his eyes were still open, but there was nothing inside them.

Xue Ji stood up, her Spiritual Power surging as she instantly evaporated all the sweat from her body.

The gauze garment became dry again, fluttering gently around her.

She looked down at the arm Yun Ming had just grabbed, frowned, and brushed it with her hand as if it had been soiled.

She then brushed her chest, her waist, and her legs, cleaning every place Yun Ming had touched.

Then she took a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and carefully wiped her fingers, one by one, before tossing the handkerchief onto the ground like a used rag.

She bent down to pick up the two white jade wine cups, wiped them within her sleeve, and put them away.

Then she stood before Yun Ming, looking down from above.

A smile was on her lips, but it was full of contempt.

"Good lad," she spoke, her voice returning to that raspy, magnetic tone, "your Divine Soul is quite stable. It took using the Lianxiang Cup, breathing in the Qingluo Ruanyan all the way here, and me dancing the Wangdao Chenghuan for so long just to finally take you down. Do you know that with all these methods combined, even a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator would be unable to withstand them? For you, a mere Late Golden Core Stage, to make this lady go to such great lengths, you can be considered quite capable."

She crouched down and leaned close to Yun Ming's ear. Her lips were almost pressed against his ear as she breathed as fragrantly as orchids, her voice kept very low, so low that only Yun Ming could hear it.

"You must serve the Second Prince."

She said it the first time, her voice very light, like an incantation.

"You must serve the Second Prince."

The second time, her voice was heavier, carrying a certain unquestionable pressure.

"You must serve the Second Prince."

After the third time, her voice returned to normal, but a pink light flashed in her eyes, even fainter than before, almost non-existent.

After the three repetitions, she stood up and looked down at Yun Ming on the ground.

Yun Ming lay on the ground, his eyes open and pupils unfocused, his lips twitching slightly.

He spoke, his voice very light, like a mumble in a dream or talking to himself.

"Must serve the Second Prince..."

Xue Ji nodded with satisfaction.

She bent down, grabbed Yun Ming's collar, and lifted him up from the ground.

Yun Ming did not resist or struggle; he didn't even have an expression.

He was like a puppet being held by the collar, his limbs hanging limply and his head tilted to one side.

Xue Ji glanced at him, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

Then, a surge of Spiritual Power erupted from her, enveloping both her and Yun Ming; their figures began to grow blurred, like a reflection in water rippled by the wind.

Then the figures of the two completely disappeared, as if they had never existed.