193: Chapter 193 All-Out Seduction: Young Master, This Slave is Cold

Inside the Bedchamber, candle flames flickered, casting mottled light and shadow.

The air in the entire room seemed to ignite in an instant. A faint, almost imperceptible pink mist slowly unfurled along her crimson gauze skirt, carrying a cloyingly sweet scent that made one's blood race.

This was the Hehuan Sect's secret art—the Red Luan Bewitching Mist.

This mist was non-toxic, yet it could stir the most primal desires of any living being.

A single whiff, and even a sage with the strongest willpower would unknowingly lower their guard, their blood surging, becoming a slave to desire.

"Young Master..."

Hua Jieyu reclined halfway on the soft couch. Her gauze skirt, already half-slipped off, was now in a precarious state. Her eyes, pools of spring water, were fixed intently on Xu Chen. She gently bit her red lips with pearly teeth, her body trembling slightly, like a little white rabbit shivering in the cold wind.

"The night here... is so chilly."

She extended a jade-like arm, making a grasping motion in the air, her voice meltingly soft, reaching to the bone:

"Young Master, this servant... is cold."

That utterance of "cold" was delivered with a thousand twists and turns, soul-stirring and heart-wrenching.

Coupled with the unique magnetic field emanating from her innate seductive bone, at this moment, even a block of stone should have melted into a puddle of spring water.

*Clang—!*

Just as the amorous atmosphere was about to reach its peak, an extremely subtle yet murderous metallic tremor abruptly rang out from a shadowy corner of the room.

That was the sound of a dagger being unsheathed.

Mo Han, hiding in the shadows as a guard, instantly sharpened her gaze.

In her heightened perception, the woman on the bed had suddenly released an extremely dangerous gas. The moment this gas appeared, it caused her heart to race, her body temperature to rise, and her breathing to become rapid.

"It's a potent neurotoxin!"

Mo Han made a tactical judgment in an instant.

This woman was indeed an assassin! And a high-level assassin proficient in poison and illusion arts! This toxin could make someone die of exhaustion in a state of extreme excitement—utterly vicious!

*Whoosh!*

Mo Han's figure shot out from the shadows like a phantom. The Imperial-grade dagger in her hand traced a line of inky-black death, aimed straight for Hua Jieyu's throat.

This strike was fast, precise, and ruthless, without the slightest hesitation.

Hua Jieyu on the bed didn't even have time to react. She only felt a chill at her neck; the terrifying killing intent had already pricked her skin.

"Damn it! I was careless!"

Hua Jieyu was inwardly shocked. To fully unleash her seduction technique to bewitch Xu Chen, she had subconsciously ignored that "utterly non-threatening" little maid in her eyes. She never expected this block of wood to possess such terrifying explosive power!

At this critical juncture.

A long, powerful hand appeared out of thin air, firmly grasping Mo Han's wrist.

"Stop."

Xu Chen's voice sounded lazily.

The dagger, sharp enough to slice through the void, halted a mere hair's breadth from Hua Jieyu's throat. Its sharp blade aura even severed a strand of Hua Jieyu's hair.

"Young Master?"

Mo Han looked at Xu Chen, puzzled, her eyes filled with urgency. "She's releasing poison! This pink poisonous gas can make one's heart race and body temperature rise. It's a potent neurotoxin! She must be eliminated immediately!"

"..."

On the bed, the corner of Hua Jieyu's mouth twitched violently.

Potent neurotoxin?

This was clearly a priceless, mood-enhancing fragrance! It was ambiance! Did this dead block of wood understand nothing?!

Xu Chen also found it hard to suppress a laugh. Forcing back his amusement, he reached out and pressed Mo Han's murderous dagger back down.

"Mo Han, put the knife away."

He spoke with a serious face, uttering nonsense: "This isn't poisonous gas. It's... well, a special medicinal vapor for treating internal injuries. This young lady is circulating her energy to heal. The expelled waste gas naturally carries some heat. Don't disturb her."

"Healing?"

Mo Han tilted her head, glanced at the pink mist, then at Hua Jieyu's flushed face and disheveled clothes. She clearly didn't believe it.

What kind of healing involved taking off clothes and releasing pink smoke? And this posture... it didn't look like proper healing at all.

"Be obedient."

Xu Chen flicked her forehead. "Go back. No matter what you see, unless I call for you, you are not to come out. That's an order."

"...Yes."

Though filled with suspicion, Mo Han's instinct as a guard made her obey the order unconditionally.

She gave Hua Jieyu a cold look, her eyes clearly stating, 'You just wait. If you dare harm a single hair on the Young Master, I'll chop you to pieces.' Then, her figure flashed, merging back into the darkness.

"Whew..."

Hua Jieyu let out a long sigh of relief. Cold sweat had actually seeped out on her back.

For a moment there, she had genuinely felt the threat of death. That little girl... was definitely no ordinary maid. She was at least a top-tier assassin at the Quasi-Saint level!

It seemed the Young Master Xu truly had hidden dragons and crouching tigers around him.

However...

Hua Jieyu glanced at Xu Chen, who was smiling as he looked at her. Her desire to conquer him grew even stronger.

To have tamed even a killer of that level into such submission... If she could trample this man underfoot and drain him dry... wouldn't that sense of accomplishment be on another level entirely?

"Young Master..."

Hua Jieyu quickly adjusted her state, donning that pitiful expression once more. Using the fright from earlier as an excuse, she rolled off the bed and directly threw herself into Xu Chen's arms.

"You scared this servant to death... That little sister is so fierce..."

She pressed tightly against Xu Chen's chest, feeling the incredibly rich and dense Pure Yang Qi emanating from the man's body. The *Hehuan Imperial Scripture* within her madly circulated, greedily clamoring.

Top-grade! Truly top-grade!

Just from physical contact, she felt her bottleneck loosening. If they were to engage for real, even without draining him completely, just absorbing a bit of the overflowing primal yang would be enough for her to break through.

"Don't be afraid. She doesn't know any better."

Xu Chen naturally wrapped an arm around her waist, his palm gently caressing the smooth, delicate skin. His tone was frivolous:

"But, young lady, you just said... you're cold?"

"Mhm..."

Hua Jieyu looked up. Her eyes had now turned an eerie pink—a sign of her seduction technique being fully unleashed.

"Since the Young Master pities this servant..."

She slowly stood up, tiptoed, and like a red butterfly dancing gracefully, she circled Xu Chen once.

"Then, this servant shall... perform a dance for the Young Master, to warm up. How about that?"

Before her words faded, the red gauze skirt on her body seemed to come alive. With her movements, it unfurled layer by layer, yet remained connected, hanging precariously on her body—a display of coy resistance.

This was a dance only the Holy Maidens of the Hehuan Sect were qualified to cultivate—the Heavenly Demon Seductive Dance.

Every movement, every glance, even the rhythm of each breath, was a meticulously honed temptation. She spun, she leaped, weaving a web named desire within Xu Chen's sight.

At this moment, she was no longer the damsel in distress, but an empress commanding lust and passion.

It had to be said, professionals were indeed different.

Xu Chen sat in the chair, holding a cup of tea, appreciating the "VIP-exclusive performance" before him like a lord.

He silently critiqued in his mind:

"Waist flexibility: full marks. But the gaze is a bit too eager. Deduct one point."

"The leg lines are indeed top-tier. More voluptuous than Liu Li, more bewitching than Shizun. Good review."

"As for this seduction technique..."

Xu Chen felt the pink spiritual energy constantly assaulting his soul. The corner of his mouth lifted.

If it were an ordinary Quasi-Saint, they'd probably be red-eyed and thick-necked by now, lunging to tear off clothes.

But he possessed the Hongmeng Creation Body, impervious to all arts. This level of seduction was, at most, like watching a 3D special effects movie for him.

"Young Master..."

The dance ended.

Hua Jieyu, fragrant with sweat and panting slightly, stopped before Xu Chen.

She looked at Xu Chen's eyes, which still held a smile yet remained clear and lucid. Her heart couldn't help but sink.

What was going on?

She had even finished the Heavenly Demon Seductive Dance. How could this man still remain seated so calmly? Was the dosage insufficient?

"No, I can't delay any longer."

Hua Jieyu gritted her teeth, deciding to use her trump card.

She closed in again, this time directly straddling Xu Chen's thighs. She cupped Xu Chen's face with both hands, her pink eyes locking onto his. Her voice carried a strange, magical power:

"Young Master... the dance is over."

"This servant still feels cold..."

"Could you... lend this servant a bit of your... 'fire'?"

As she spoke, she closed her eyes. Those two alluring, moist red lips, brimming with irresistible passion, fiercely pressed toward Xu Chen's lips.

As long as they kissed.

As long as their souls intertwined.

Her life-bound Gu worm could then invade his body, completely locking down his primal yang, turning him into a cripple to be manipulated at her will!

Closer.

Even closer.

Hua Jieyu could even feel the warmth of Xu Chen's breath on her face.

And in the darkness, Mo Han's fingers tightened around her dagger again. Although the Young Master had given an order, if this woman dared take the next step, even if it meant disobeying, she would...

Xu Chen suddenly smiled.

He didn't avoid it. Instead, he cooperated extremely well, opening his mouth and actively meeting her advance.

"Alright."

He silently said in his heart.

"You want to borrow fire? Then this Young Master will give you... a blazing wildfire."