Xiao Feng led Shi Yan and Xia Xinyan to a private room on the third deck of the iron ship, stopping at the door. Xiao Feng knocked respectfully and announced, "Protector Sui, I have brought the person." "Let him in," came a languid female voice from inside the room.

"Reporting to Protector Sui, the young lady is here as well," Xiao Feng glanced back at Xia Xinyan and whispered. "Mm, the young lady can wait outside," the woman in the room replied coolly.

Xiao Feng nodded, gently pushing the door open and signaling for Shi Yan to enter. Only then did Shi Yan release his tight grip on Xia Xinyan's hand, frowned, and stepped into the room.

Creak As soon as he entered, Xiao Feng closed the door again, stood aside with a stern face, watching Xia Xinyan vigilantly. This private room was quite large, about fifty square meters.

The floor was covered in soft carpet, and the walls were adorned with vivid, lifelike erotic paintings (Chungong Tu). On a table made of sandalwood, there was a platter piled high with bright red fruit and a pot of wine.

On a large bed within the room, red gauze curtains hung, behind which reclined a scantily clad, beautiful woman. Her skin was snow-white, and her eyes were bright and moist, seemingly holding boundless allure.

A rice-grain-sized mole by the corner of her mouth lent her an extra touch of seductive charm. The beautiful woman reclined lazily, a smile playing on her lips.

She glanced at Shi Yan and smiled faintly, "You are the one who injured Li Wei?" Shi Yan nodded but remained silent. This Protector Sui appeared to be only in her early thirties, exquisitely beautiful with an elegant posture.

If he hadn't heard Xia Xinyan's earlier words, he might have been genuinely interested in engaging in activities with this beauty on the bed. However, the moment he recalled that this woman was promiscuous, having experienced countless men, Shi Yan felt a wave of distaste, and his interest vanished entirely.

He was somewhat discerning; unless absolutely necessary, he generally avoided consorting with houses of pleasure. His indulgence at the Misty Rain Pavilion last time was only due to his mysterious Martial Soul absorbing negative energy, making it unavoidable.

"The young man is quite handsome," the beautiful woman chuckled lightly, her bright eyes gazing deeply at Shi Yan for a moment. "You injured Li Wei; without my patronage, it would be difficult to establish yourself on this ship.

Hmm, your cultivation realm is not low; you've reached the Hundred Tribulations Realm. If you practice the secret arts of my Yin-Yang Cave Heaven, your progress will be even faster.

I am inclined to take you as a disciple; what do you think?" As expected! A chill ran through Shi Yan's heart, but his face remained expressionless.

He shook his head. "I appreciate your kindness, but I prefer to travel alone.

As soon as we reach land, I will leave with my wife. I don't wish to cause you too much trouble, Madam." "Oh?" The beautiful woman raised her eyebrows, the smile on her face gradually fading.

She said coolly, "My Yin-Yang Cave Heaven is full of beauties, from girls aged twelve or thirteen to mature women in their thirties or forties—a veritable garden of every type. In the Boundless Sea, countless young talents wish to join our Yin-Yang Cave Heaven and enjoy all the pleasures of the mortal world.

Should you reconsider?" Shi Yan shook his head, his expression indifferent. "Then forget it.

I don't like to force people," the beautiful woman pondered for a moment, then waved her hand. "You can go out now.

Be careful of Li Wei. If you change your mind, you can come find me anytime.

I am very enthusiastic about supporting young people. If you become my disciple, I guarantee you will have no shortage of beautiful women." Suppressing the temptation, Shi Yan bowed deeply, stepped back quickly, pulled the door open, and walked out.

"Let's go," Shi Yan naturally took Xia Xinyan's hand again. Under Xiao Feng's bewildered gaze, they rushed down the stairs straight towards the lowest level.

"He doesn't know what's good for him." Xiao Feng snorted, entered the room, and said to the beautiful woman, "Protector Sui, should we deal with them? Please pass a message to Li Zhuang for me: do not touch these two.

When we reach our destination, they can be considered a gift for a friend. Furthermore, we can trade for things.

Living corpses are much more valuable than dead ones; we shouldn't waste them." The beautiful woman looked indifferent, completely unconcerned. A flash of shock crossed Xiao Feng's face, and she nodded lightly.

"I understand." "Mm, you may go down now. If that brat comes to his senses, remember to bring him to me.

I have given him a chance, and I am still willing to accept him before we reach our destination." "Yes, servant," Xiao Feng bowed and retreated, her brow deeply furrowed, sighing inwardly. Shi Yan proceeded with extreme caution.

They returned to the lowest level of the ship, having narrowly avoided disaster, and both breathed a quiet sigh of relief after sitting down in their cramped cabin. "Isn't that woman beautiful?" Xia Xinyan, seated cross-legged on the bed, suddenly glanced over, her curiosity piqued.

"Beautiful, like an overripe peach, making one want to take a savage bite," Shi Yan answered honestly. "Then why did you refuse?

You know, refusing her means we will likely face Li Wei's full retaliation on this journey." "I am picky," Shi Yan snorted and grumbled lowly, "You spoke so poorly of those women; how could I be interested? Do I look like someone who stoops to eat anything?" "You do!" Shi Yan gritted his teeth, stood up fiercely, and glared at her.

"You've been liking to bicker with me lately, haven't you? Do you really want me to discipline you?" "You dare!" "Why wouldn't I dare?" Shi Yan smiled faintly, suddenly dropping onto the edge of the bed and swiftly embracing Xia Xinyan, planting a quick kiss on her neck before zipping back off the bed with a chuckle.

"That's a small punishment." "Shi Yan! You!

You scoundrel! I won't let you off!" Xia Xinyan was furious, her bright eyes filled with murderous intent, clawing at him like a fierce little tiger.

"Before you recover, I will leave first, so you won't have a chance," Shi Yan remained unconcerned. "During this time, you will be within my boundaries.

If you keep provoking me, I will keep teaching you lessons until you learn how to be a proper woman!" "I've got you memorized!" Xia Xinyan's chest rose and fell rapidly; she was burning with anger, grinding her teeth. "It is my honor that you remember me.

In this vast Boundless Sea, I imagine there aren't many young men who could capture your memory, right? Heh heh!" Shi Yan continued his reckless teasing.

Xia Xinyan's eyes turned icy, and she bit her teeth lightly, ignoring him further. Shi Yan felt secretly smug.

During the Martial Arts Assembly, Xia Xinyan had hovered in the void, looking down upon the assembled heroes like a goddess. At that moment, a wicked thought had stirred in Shi Yan's heart; he felt an undeniable attraction to this aloof woman.

After witnessing her devastatingly beautiful appearance at Emerald Moon Lake, Shi Yan's feelings for her deepened. If Xia Xinyan hadn't been severely injured, he might never have had the chance to act familiarly with her in this lifetime.

Missing this opportunity, he would likely never find such a perfect moment again. If he didn't indulge himself a little now, he feared he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this peerless beauty, her breathtaking allure, and her miraculous Reincarnation Martial Soul, he found it difficult to control himself. Xia Xinyan was the first woman in this unfamiliar continent who had truly moved him.

Since Xia Xinyan remained silent, Shi Yan stopped babbling, knowing that excessive chatter could sometimes only earn a beauty's disdain. Closing his eyes, Shi Yan prepared to resume his strenuous cultivation.

Suddenly, he remembered the Blood Pattern Ring on his finger. With a surge of inspiration, Shi Yan began to secretly channel his vital essence, gathering all his strength as if unleashing a flood to impact the Blood Pattern Ring.

Streams of vital essence flowed like rivers, pouring into his arm, surging forward rapidly, rushing through his palm, and impacting the Blood Pattern Ring at extreme speed. Brilliant rainbow light suddenly burst forth from the Blood Pattern Ring.

Shi Yan was overjoyed. He pushed with all his might, focusing his attention intently, ignoring whether Xia Xinyan might be surprised, and poured his whole being into it.

The vital essence acted like sharp arrows, madly injecting into the Blood Pattern Ring. The Blood Pattern Ring grew brighter and brighter, strands of red light shooting out.

Under the fierce assault of vital essence, a barrier within the ring suddenly cracked open! A series of marvelous symbols flew out from the Blood Pattern Ring, merging into Shi Yan's mind, engraving themselves deep within his memory.

Those marvelous symbols were the cultivation method for the Second Heaven of Berserk Surge, becoming an inseparable part of Shi Yan's memory. The cultivation method for the Second Heaven of Berserk Surge actually required integrating negative energy into one's very blood!

By using blood to catalyze the negative energy, one could double the amount of negative power achieved in the First Heaven of Berserk Surge! Shi Yan gasped and abruptly opened his eyes.

Xia Xinyan's eyes shone with an unusual brilliance; she was staring intently at the Blood Pattern Ring on his hand. Seeing him awaken, she immediately asked, "Your ring seems rather extraordinary.

Just now, a very ancient, desolate aura flowed out of it. What happened?" "Nothing," Shi Yan did not wish to elaborate.

He said lightly, "This ring is a kind of secret treasure. I was exploring its secrets." "Did you gain anything?" Xia Xinyan grew interested.

"No significant gains," Shi Yan shook his head, a glint flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he said, "There is a thick death energy in the chests on this level.

I sensed some just now. Shall we go take a look?" Having acquired the secret technique for the Second Heaven of Berserk Surge, Shi Yan's perception had become extremely keen, and he genuinely detected faint death energy emanating from those chests.

"Alright," Xia Xinyan nodded, stepping down from the bed and following Shi Yan to the center of this level, looking at the massive chests. These chests were rectangular, sealed with steel nails, and appeared quite heavy.

Shi Yan approached a chest, pondered for a moment, secretly employed the Finger-Gun Art, his five fingers like iron hooks, pulling out the steel nails one by one, and abruptly lifted the thick wooden lid. A cold, deathly chill suddenly diffused out of the chest.

Shi Yan leaned closer, his expression changing drastically, and he shouted, "Corpses!" Inside the chest was only the corpse of a man around fifty years old. The body was covered in peculiar ice, filling the box with a chilling, penetrating coldness.

This male corpse was perfectly intact, with a thin face and a withered body; in the dim light of the ship's bottom, it looked quite terrifyingly grim. Shi Yan's face grew grim, and he used the same method to open the next chest nearby.

Another male corpse, about thirty years old, also completely intact and covered in solid ice. "There are thirty-two chests in total; could it be that every single one contains a corpse?" Shi Yan's face gradually darkened.

He finally understood why Xiao Feng was reluctant to linger on this floor—she must have known what these chests contained, which is why she didn't want to stay a second longer. "Corpse Slaves of the Corpse God Sect!" Xia Xinyan's eyes filled with disgust, her lips twitching in anger.

"The people of Yin-Yang Cave Heaven actually arranged for us to stay here! I will make them pay sooner or later!"