That was a woman of utterly devastating beauty. She wore few adornments; a cascade of jet-black hair was coiled atop her head, while a blood-red gauze skirt trailed behind her. The opulent swell of her bosom rose and fell with each breath, giving Ye Jingyu a startling jolt.

He had seen many beauties—the alluring Yao Rao, the refined Zhuge Siyu, the magnificent Medusa, or the dark-eyed Hei Mingyingjie—but none compared to this woman. She was the very definition of incendiary allure...

Her body seemed fire; her expression, fire; her gaze, fire. Everything about her was a fiercely blazing conflagration, not only consuming herself but also every soul who beheld her...

Ye Jingyu felt the very blood within him begin to ignite, rapidly boiling. A searing heat surged up from his core, and the power inside him started to burn uncontrollably, threatening to erupt outward in a torrent of heat. Just as it reached its peak, the ancient azure bell residing in his Sea of Consciousness shot forth another beam of cyan light, instantly extinguishing the rising fever.

A cold sweat immediately beaded on his back, and his heart hammered with astonishment. What terrifying power...

Seeing Ye Jingyu snap back to lucidity in an instant, a flicker of surprise crossed the woman's eyes...

"Xiyang, this is Young Master Fang's esteemed guest. Don't cause trouble. Brother Ye, this is Xiyang. This is her residence; with her here, even that pervert Feng Xing wouldn't dare act rashly if he found us!" Seeing Xiyang unleash her strange power immediately upon arrival, Xue Ming's expression shifted slightly.

The events involving the Feng family had already cast sufficient doubt on the Fang Dominant Nation for Ye Jingyu; provoking further misunderstanding would be unwise.

"Hehe, don't worry, Brother Xue Ming. I was just playing a little prank on Brother Ye. He doesn't mind, does he!" Xiyang replied, a brilliant smile illuminating her face. She moved gracefully before Ye Jingyu and the others, performing a deep, formal bow. The moment she dipped low, the deep ravine of her modesty was laid completely bare to Ye Jingyu’s eyes—a pair of peaks so immense they seemed ready to explode, even larger than Yao Rao's...

If Liang Xiaoke were present, he would likely be bleeding profusely from the nose by now...

"Mind? How could I possibly mind, hehe..." Ye Jingyu let out a few measured chuckles, but his heart seethed with curses. With a siren like her nearby, Feng Xing posed no real threat, but she presented a danger far greater to him! Had it not been for that ancient azure bell in his Sea of Consciousness, he might have already succumbed to her spell?

What exactly was that power? A Soul Art? Or something else entirely...?

"Since that is settled, Brother Ye, you will stay here for a while. If you need anything, just ask Xiyang. I need to go draw away the subordinates Feng Xing dispatched!" Xue Ming announced again, seeing that arrangements were finalized...

"En, I must trouble you, Brother Xue!" Ye Jingyu nodded. Regardless of everything, she had just saved his life...

"Farewell!" Xue Ming clasped his hands towards Ye Jingyu in salute, glanced once at Xiyang, and then dissolved into a streak of light, soaring away into the distance.

"Heehee, I knew Brother Ye was the most considerate person! Brother Ye, I just finished brewing a pot of Blazing Fire Red Lotus Porridge. Would you like to taste it!" As soon as Xue Ming departed, Xiyang stepped forward, slipped an arm through Ye Jingyu’s, and whispered sweetly.

Faced with Xiyang's ardent enthusiasm and the constant pressure of her massive, soft peaks against his arm, Ye Jingyu found himself incapable of uttering a single word of refusal.

Led by Xiyang, he entered a grand hall entirely draped in red gauze, with the floor paved in Lingyan Stone imprinted with crimson flames—it felt as though he had stepped into the heart of a massive blaze...

Yet, strangely, Ye Jingyu felt no heat at all. He couldn't tell if it was the soft glow of the azure bell or some other reason...

In the center of the hall, there was no large table, but rather a massive, fire-red lotus dais. Upon it rested bowls shaped like lotus flowers, filled with steaming, red lotus seed porridge.

Three lotus seats were arranged around the dais, clearly prepared for guests...

"Are there always only two guests here?" Ye Jingyu asked, noticing the limited seating.

"Mhm. Besides Brother Dominant Lord and Young Master Xue Ming, no one ever visits my place. Of course, no one dares to visit. Brother Ye, you are the third person here!" As she spoke, Xiyang gently pulled Ye Jingyu to sit on one of the lotus seats. As if by magic, she produced a spoon and a small bowl, personally scooping a serving of the Blazing Fire Red Lotus Porridge and lifting the bowl directly to Ye Jingyu’s lips, intending to feed him herself...

"Miss Xiyang, I can manage myself," Ye Jingyu managed, even as Xiyang’s body leaned nearly halfway against him. The constant, silken sensation was pushing his self-control to its absolute limit. If not for the azure bell continuously emitting its calming cyan light to suppress the fire within him, he might have already lost himself to it.

This woman was far more terrifying than the Medusa he had ever encountered...

Saying that, he gently took the small bowl from Xiyang's hand and began to drink directly...

Xiyang did not press the issue of feeding him, maintaining only a sweet, gentle smile...

The moment the Blazing Fire Red Lotus Porridge touched his tongue, Ye Jingyu felt as if he had swallowed a ball of raw flame. His entire throat burned fiercely, far hotter than downing a bottle of strong liquor. But as the spoonful slid down, all the pores on his body seemed to expand, and an unprecedented sensation flooded his spirit.

It felt akin to emerging from an intense sauna...

More than that, the energy that merged with his body transformed into fire-attribute energy, rushing at full speed toward his heart before sinking directly into the Fire Eye Acupoint. In that instant, the already sparse fire energy within him grew slightly more concentrated...

This porridge, brewed from the Blazing Fire Red Lotus, was the purest form of flame energy. Though stunned, Ye Jingyu quickly drained the entire bowl, letting all the fiery power surge into the Flame Acupoint in his chest.

This filled the previously empty Fire Eye Acupoint with a considerable amount of red mist.

Seeing Ye Jingyu manage to consume an entire bowl of the Blazing Fire Red Lotus Porridge in one go, a distinct look of astonishment flashed in Xiyang’s eyes. This Red Lotus Porridge was a supreme spiritual medicine for fire attribute cultivation—a rare treasure for those practicing fire arts. But for ordinary people, it was a lethal poison...

Even Fang Zhuguo and Xue Ming would only sip a spoonful or two occasionally, using the porridge’s medicinal heat to temper impurities in their bodies. No one normally dared to ignore the intense heat of the Red Lotus like he was doing...

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