48: Chapter 48 Tang Wenliang wants to possess you, I only want you to have my child.

Everyone's gaze converged on the white, graceful Fairy standing in mid-air.

Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan's face turned ghastly pale, cold sweat soaking his back.

From this seemingly naive Fairy, he felt a surge of True Essence fluctuations far deeper and purer than his own.

Both were at the Foundation Establishment stage, yet the gap between them was immense.

He wanted to flee.

But the opponent's aura had locked onto him tightly; his limbs and bones turned cold, and the circulation of his True Essence became sluggish.

Just when everyone thought a fight was about to break out, another figure drifted out from the second-floor window of the pavilion.

It was an old man with partially white hair and beard, wearing a plain brocade robe, his figure even slightly hunched.

Yet, with this leap, he completely ignored the Foundation Establishment pressure that Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan had cast over the entire scene.

That aura, which could crush the spine of an ordinary Loose Cultivator, was like a gentle breeze to him, not even rustling the corner of his clothes.

One step.

He crossed a distance of over ten zhang and landed in front of Yao Shifei as if taking a leisurely stroll.

Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, his heart pounding wildly.

"Who is this person?"

However, the scene that followed made him feel incomparably humiliated.

Amidst the astonished gazes of countless people, Jiang Feng bent down, his arms firmly passing through the back of Yao Shifei's knees and across her back, lifting her up in his arms.

The movement could not be called gentle, but it was steady and powerful, carrying an irresistible dominance.

"You!"

Yao Shifei's body stiffened abruptly, and her cheeks flushed instantly.

Ever since her Foundation was destroyed and she was expelled from her Sect, she had not had such intimate contact with any man.

A strange, steady scent belonging to an elderly man, mixed with a hint of tea fragrance, lingered at the tip of her nose.

This scent made her heart flutter, yet she also felt a long-lost sense of security.

She wanted to struggle, but the spiritual power in her body had long been exhausted; she couldn't even lift a finger.

Jiang Feng carried her, his toes lightly tapping the ground, and his figure rose again, drifting back to the windowsill of the second-floor private room.

From beginning to end, he had not glanced at the wary Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan, as if he were not a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

This disregard caused Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan's old face to turn the color of liver, even more embarrassing than being slapped in the face in public.

Inside the private room, Su Wan and Zhang Yuniang had already stood up.

Su Wan's beautiful eyes carried a hint of knowing and helpless amusement; she shook her head gently. Her husband always acted in such an unexpected manner.

Zhang Yuniang blinked her big eyes curiously, sizing up Yao Shifei, who had been carried in, like a rare treasure, her little abacus clicking away in her heart.

Jiang Feng gently placed Yao Shifei on a soft couch.

Afterward, he sat back in his original seat, picked up the still-warm Spirit Tea, and slowly blew away the foam.

"What... exactly is your goal?"

Leaning against the soft couch, Yao Shifei finally caught her breath.

She forced herself to sit up; although she was disheveled, her eyes were still full of caution.

From beginning to end, this was a setup.

An open conspiracy to force her into a dead end and then "rescue" her.

"Very simple."

Jiang Feng put down his tea cup, his gaze landing on her face, which was now without a veil, and he said frankly.

"I also want to marry you."

As soon as these words were spoken, the private room fell silent for a moment.

Yao Shifei's gaze swept across everyone in the room.

There was the gentle and moving Su Wan, whose belly was slightly rounded; the charming and cute Zhang Yuniang, who carried a hint of shrewdness and curiosity; and Yuan Chu, who had just saved her downstairs, possessing such peerless elegance that even she felt inferior to her.

Each one of them was a rare beauty.

She couldn't understand why an old man in his sixties, who already had so many beautiful companions by his side, would go to such great lengths to use these methods on her.

"Hmph."

She let out a cold snort, her voice hoarse, as if mocking herself: "How is this any different from Tang Wenliang?"

"Of course there is a difference."

Jiang Feng's reply was quick and unhesitating, his tone flat.

"Tang Wenliang wants to possess you, lusts after your body, and seeks momentary pleasure."

He paused, his deep gaze looking earnestly into Yao Shifei's eyes.

"I only want you to bear my children."

"..."

Yao Shifei was completely stunned.

She had thought of many kinds of answers—threats, inducements, flowery words.

She had not expected the other party to be so direct, so shameless.

Is there any essential difference between possessing and bearing children?

"Pfft..." Zhang Yuniang, who was on the side, couldn't help but laugh out loud, then hurriedly covered her mouth, her big eyes curving into crescent moons.

Su Wan also smiled, casting a reproachful glance at Jiang Feng.

This scene made Yao Shifei both ashamed and angry.

A breath was stuck in her chest, and her cheeks flushed red; she didn't know how to retort.

Looking at the rare astonishment and faint anger on her face, Jiang Feng smiled.

"What if I said that I could also help you repair your Foundation?"

This sentence was very light.

But it exploded in Yao Shifei's mind.

Her breathing suddenly stalled, and her body trembled violently.

Those eyes of hers, which had always maintained an icy, aloof demeanor, shattered like ice at this moment, stirring up monstrous waves.

Foundation.

This was the deepest pain in her heart.

It was the root cause of her fall from the clouds into the mire!

Back then, she was the most dazzling Saintess candidate of Medicine King Valley, but she was plotted against before the Saintess ceremony, her Foundation was forcibly shattered, and her path to immortality was cut off.

If it weren't for her high Alchemy skills, using Medicinal Pill to sustain herself, her cultivation would have long dissipated, and she would have become a Mortal.

Repair the Foundation?

Too ridiculous.

To repair the Foundation, she had begged all the elders of the Sect, and even her Revered Master was helpless.

That was a Dao injury that even a Nascent Soul Master had declared irreversible; there were even rumors that only a Soul Transformation Immortal Revered Master could fix it.

Why could this sixty-year-old man before her, who looked unremarkable and was at most at Qi Refining Stage 6, say such things?

But... but his demeanor was too composed.

In those eyes, there was a calmness and confidence that could see through everything, making one unable to resist believing him.

What if... what if it were true?

Once this thought emerged, it could no longer be suppressed.

Just as Yao Shifei's heart was shaken and she was torn between heaven and man.

"Boom!"

On the street downstairs, a dull explosion sounded, and then everything fell silent.

Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan's Foundation Establishment pressure disappeared.

The next moment, a fragrant breeze flashed in the private room, and Yuan Chu appeared on the spot, grinning.

The feather garment on her body was shimmering with flowing light, without a speck of dust, as if she had just gone out for a stroll.

She walked directly to Jiang Feng's side, ignoring the tense atmosphere in the room, and extended a fair, tender hand, waving it in front of him.

"Husband, it's done!"

"It was agreed, one hundred spirit gathering pills this time, not a single one less, oh."

Her voice was cute and pleasant, breaking the silence of the private room and also crushing the last line of defense in Yao Shifei's heart.

A Foundation Establishment Cultivator... just like that... was gone?

Yao Shifei stared blankly at Jiang Feng, at the women laughing and talking beside him, and at his calm face, with only one thought remaining in her heart.

Who exactly is this man?