Chapter 39: The Taste of the Master... So Irresistible

Although often admired and pursued by many, Leng Yanran had never experienced anything like this before.

That kiss just now—she had used too much force, and the sound of it had even been audible.

In that instant, Leng Yanran felt as though her face was ablaze with heat.

Her heart filled with regret.

Why couldn't she control herself? How could she have done such a thing to her master?

It's over now—her master would surely notice!

Meanwhile, Chen Daoxuan rubbed his eyes cooperatively, let out a yawn, and sat up.

"You're back?"

Looking like he had just woken up, he seemed completely unaware of what Leng Yanran had just done.

"Disciple has not failed the master's trust—the Luo Heaven Sect has been dealt with!"

Seeing this, Leng Yanran heaved a sigh of relief, suppressing her embarrassment as she saluted her master.

"Good. Not bad."

"You've worked hard this time. Go to the Spirit Pool and cleanse yourself. Come back and recount your experiences for me afterward," Chen Daoxuan said naturally.

"Ah?"

"But wasn't the spirit liquid in the pool completely used up by me?"

Leng Yanran blinked, momentarily stunned. The precious spirit liquid in the pool had indeed been fully absorbed by her earlier, not even a drop left.

"The hall is equipped with a spirit-gathering formation laid by me. Even if the spirit liquid is depleted, it won't take long to condense another pool."

"Hurry along now," Chen Daoxuan explained with a light chuckle, seeing her confusion.

Hearing this, Leng Yanran once again marveled at her master's power.

Who would've thought that such a precious spirit liquid wasn't rare at all? Even if it was used up, another pool could be quickly regenerated!

Without further objections, she bade farewell to her master and headed into the grand hall.

After she left, Chen Daoxuan unconsciously touched the faint red mark left on his face.

"This disciple of mine seems a little... improper."

"To actually take advantage of her master's sleep to do something so audacious."

"Could it be the influence of the Path of Enchantresses within the Chaos Celestial Demon Art she's cultivating?"

"Forget it, forget it. I'll let it slide this time."

A smile played on Chen Daoxuan's lips as he recalled the scene, showing no sign of anger.

From the moment Leng Yanran had stepped into the range of the Heavenly Dao Hall, he had been aware of her presence.

Naturally, all her actions could not escape Chen Daoxuan's senses.

He couldn't help but wonder, as she delved deeper into the cultivation Path of Enchantresses, would it escalate to rebellion against her master?

The mere thought made Chen Daoxuan feel... concerned. Yes, concerned!

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In the Spirit Pool Hall.

Leng Yanran shed her clothing and plunged into the pool. The coolness of the spirit liquid dissipated much of the heat within her.

But the thought of almost being discovered by her master made her blush again.

"Leng Yanran, oh Leng Yanran! Master saved your life, taught you a mythic-grade cultivation technique, and bestowed upon you countless precious treasures!"

"Yet you dared to disrespect him, even thinking of pushing your boundaries. Have you completely lost your mind?"

She submerged her entire body, including her head, into the spirit liquid, drowning herself in regret over her impulsive actions.

After soaking in the spirit pool for a full hour, Leng Yanran finally calmed down, regaining her usual cool demeanor.

Stepping out of the pool, she intended to retrieve a clean dress from her storage bag. However, her gaze inadvertently swept across the room, and she noticed something new.

An unfamiliar clothing rack had been placed in the Spirit Pool Hall at some point, neatly arranged with various garments.

Most of them belonged to her master, and one set, casually tossed in the corner of the rack, seemed to be clothes her master had changed out of.

It appeared her master had also bathed in the spirit pool before.

"As a disciple, helping my master wash his clothes is entirely reasonable, right?"

Leng Yanran's recently cooled composure flared up again at the sight of her master's clothing.

Feigning nonchalance, she approached the rack, picked up her master's garments, and carried them toward the pool.

Yet, standing at the edge of the pool, she hesitated.

Instead of beginning to wash the clothes, she buried her face in them, immersing herself in her master's scent. The intoxicating aroma seemed to completely overwhelm her senses.

"Mm... Master's scent is so wonderful."

"I almost don't want to wash it..."

"Besides, with so many clothes here, surely Master wouldn't notice if one set disappeared, right?"

Blushing furiously, Leng Yanran eventually stashed the set of clothing into her storage bag. Her intentions were unclear even to herself!

What she failed to realize was a troubling pattern emerging since cultivating the Chaos Celestial Demon Art. Walking the Path of Enchantresses seemed to fill her mind with increasingly inappropriate thoughts whenever she looked at her master.

Unable to act on these impulses directly, she redirected them toward her master's belongings.

Returning to the rack, Leng Yanran noticed something else. Among her master's garments were a few sets of women's clothing.

In the Heavenly Dao Hall, there were only two people—her and her master—so it was obvious that these clothes had been prepared for her.

"Master truly is meticulous and thoughtful... It's hard not to fall for him..."

"But he's like the moon in the sky, unattainable for someone like me..."

Examining the neatly folded women's garments, Leng Yanran realized they were quite unusual.

"Such clothing... I've never seen anything like it in the Northern Region."

Curiosity piqued, she selected a set to inspect.

"Why is there so little fabric? Could this be traditional clothing from the Southern Region Barbarians?"

Blushing, she studied the garments for a while. They barely covered essential areas, leaving much of the body exposed.

The style matched the rumors of the Southern Region barbaric lands, but the fabric's smooth, silky texture—resembling black gossamer—seemed far too refined for such a place.

"Well, no matter. Since Master prepared this for me, I can't let his thoughtfulness go to waste!"

Resolving herself, Leng Yanran decided to try on the garments.

Because she had never worn such attire before, it took her half a day to figure out how to put them on properly.

Once dressed, she looked at her reflection in the bronze mirror within the Spirit Pool Hall. She couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Master's choice of clothing was certainly unique...

It accentuated her already exquisite figure, making her appear even more alluring.

However, wearing such revealing clothing for the first time left her feeling a little self-conscious.

Still, recalling that her master was waiting for her report, Leng Yanran dared not delay.

With long strides, she exited the hall and headed toward the small pavilion.

Chen Daoxuan sensed his disciple approaching and casually glanced over.

"Hiss!!!"

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