60: Chapter 60 Handsome, indeed, needs no embellishment.

In the bedroom, Xiao Ye reached out and tilted her snow-white chin, his thumb gently stroking that smooth skin.

"You know what's going to happen next, right?"

"I know." Luo Zhiyi did not struggle, did not resist, and did not even show a hint of reluctance.

Before entering the bedroom, she had already made all the psychological preparations.

"Tonight, I am yours. You can do whatever you want."

She finished this sentence while looking directly into Xiao Ye's eyes, then slowly closed her eyes.

Hearing such ambiguous words from such a beauty, and seeing her pose as if ready to be plucked, Xiao Ye couldn't help but swallow hard.

Holy crap, as expected of a fully ripened woman, she's so hot!

With such a celestial beauty right in front of him, Xiao Ye was already parched with desire.

No longer hesitating, he slowly lowered his head and kissed those two tempting, crimson petals.

Instantly.

Luo Zhiyi opened her eyes; there was panic and shyness in them, but only a lack of Life Qi.

She didn't struggle or push Xiao Ye away. After meeting Xiao Ye's gaze, she closed her eyes again in a panic, her entire body tensing up.

Feeling the softness from the point of contact, Xiao Ye felt so comfortable that every pore on his body seemed to open—not just a physical sensation, but also a sense of psychological achievement.

He reached out to embrace the beauty's body, closed his eyes, and began to savor it carefully.

As time passed, the body in his arms slowly softened from its initial rigidity until she was clinging entirely to Xiao Ye, relying on him for support so she wouldn't collapse to the floor.

An unknown amount of time passed.

"Hiss—"

Xiao Ye suddenly pulled back, clutching his mouth.

Luo Zhiyi also took a step back, her face flushed with a deep blush, so embarrassed she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into: "You... you... how could you stick your..."

Her look of being too embarrassed to speak only added a few more layers of allure.

Xiao Ye's speech was a bit slurred, and his tongue still hurt: "No, big sister, this is just a normal French kiss. Even if you're a Pure Cultivator, there's no need for such a big reaction!"

A big reaction?

Luo Zhiyi's eyes were bewildered. Seeing Xiao Ye still clutching his mouth and gasping, she felt a bit guilty: "I'm sorry... it's my first time, I didn't know... and you suddenly... are you okay?"

"It's bleeding, you tell me if I'm okay!"

"Ah? Then what should we do?" Luo Zhiyi was both guilty and at a loss, her eyes turning red.

Xiao Ye said solemnly, "I heard saliva can stop pain. Come, help me lick it."

"Lick?!"

Luo Zhiyi's face instantly turned as red as a cooked shrimp, and she froze on the spot, her mind buzzing.

That night, Luo Zhiyi didn't just use her tongue to help Xiao Ye stop the pain in his mouth; his little brother, she could also handle... with such a wide scope of business and such a good service attitude, she could be called the Hehuan Sect's employee of the year.

Xiao Ye was completely numb, from the tips of his hair to the soles of his feet, as if he'd been hit by an electric current.

He wasn't stingy either, tipping billions in a row, acting as generous as if he were having a clearance sale.

Luo Zhiyi was dazed by these billions, her mind turning into a complete mush.

In the end, in her confusion, all three lines of defense were breached before she could even shout the word "stop."

"Bastard—wrong, not there!"

Xiao Ye looked down, then looked up at her with an innocent face: "Ah? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Luo Zhiyi was so angry she wanted to bite him, but her mouth was already too sore to open.

"Ding—Congratulations to the host for obtaining: spirit ascension pill ×1, Level One Sword Intent, Low Grade Spiritual Artifact Dragon-Severing Saber ×1!"

"Holy crap? Sword Intent?" Xiao Ye sprang from the bed with a start, his eyes wide as copper bells and his mouth open wide enough to fit a fist.

Sword Intent! This was Sword Intent!

He looked down at his hands, then up at the ceiling, with only one thought in his mind—from this day on, he was going to be a 'Sword-man'!

No, a Sword Cultivator!

He had the seven dragons chasing stars sword, he had the Heaven-Slaying Draw-Sword Technique, and now he had Level One Sword Intent. With this setup and equipment, if he didn't become a Sword-man, he'd be doing a disservice to the treasures bestowed by the System.

Xiao Ye clenched his fists, his gaze far-reaching, as if he could already see his heroic figure with white robes fluttering, breaking ten thousand laws with a single sword—even though he was currently wearing boxers and his hair was as messy as a chicken's nest.

"Sword-man, here I come!"

He rolled out of bed and dashed out wearing only his boxers, running barefoot across the bluestone slabs like a mental patient who had just escaped from prison.

"Bastard! Where are you running? Come back and perform Alchemy for me!" Luo Zhiyi slumped on the bed and let out a raspy shout, her voice sounding like it was being squeezed out of her throat, filled with despair.

Xiao Ye was deaf to her words and didn't even look back. Alchemy? How could that be as important as looking cool! Medicinal Pills could be refined tomorrow, but being handsome was a lifelong pursuit.

Before long, he flew to the lakeside. The morning breeze brushed his face and the water shimmered; it was perfect weather for showing off.

Xiao Ye stood still and took his stance—his left hand pressed against the scabbard at his waist, his right hand gripped the hilt, and his legs were slightly crouched, his whole body like a fully drawn bow. He began to mobilize that Level One Sword Intent while silently gathering strength to perform the Heaven-Slaying Draw-Sword Technique.

An invisible storm of Sword Qi swirled frantically around him, causing ripples to spread across the lake and the reeds on the shore to bend in unison. A moment later, his entire being seemed to transform into a divine sword about to be unsheathed, sharp and unstoppable.

Xiao Ye's gaze changed abruptly, sharp light exploding from his eyes—

"Shua—!"

The long sword was drawn horizontally, and a massive, peerless wave of Sword Qi swept out with it, carrying a whistle that tore through the air as it raced across the surface of the lake.

"Hua—!"

The entire surface of the lake looked as if it had been violently combed down the middle, neatly splitting into two halves and revealing a deep trench. The lake water surged to both sides, unable to close for a long time.

The fish in the lake were stunned, frozen in mid-air with their mouths opening and closing as if asking, "Who the hell demolished our home?"

Xiao Ye sheathed his sword and looked at the bubbling "lake-water part," his grin slowly widening to his ears.

"I give this wave a perfect score."

He looked down at his boxers, then back at the lake, and suddenly felt—handsome, indeed, no need to wear pants.

Three days later, Luo Zhiyi got her wish and received five Water Spirit Pills "sponsored" by Xiao Ye, returning happily to achieve her Breakthrough.

As for whether she could make the top hundred after her Breakthrough, or whether she could find the golden beads after making the top hundred—Xiao Ye didn't care anymore; the "interest" was already in his hands anyway.

Meanwhile, Xiao Ye's small courtyard began to get lively. Quite a few Inner Sect Disciples arrived one after another, each thumping their chests to show their loyalty, looking as if they were swearing an oath of party membership.

"Elder Xiao! As long as you sponsor me a few Medicinal Pills to help me break into the top hundred, I promise to work like an ox or a horse for you in the Secret Realm, and I'll dig three feet into the ground to find those golden beads!"

"Me too! My eyes are incredibly sharp; not even a golden bean ten miles away can escape my Dharma Eye!"

"Elder, pick me, pick me! I won't just look for beads; I can also help you keep an eye on the beauties from other Sects."

Xiao Ye leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and listened to them boast with a smile before slowly speaking:

"Sure, as long as you bring back the golden beads, each one is worth two thousand Spirit Stones."

The Disciples' eyes instantly lit up like a pack of wolves seeing meat in the night.

"But," Xiao Ye held up a finger, "I only want one. First come, first served. Those who come late—can go cry by themselves."