Fang Zhengwen took a deep breath and noticed the girl’s slightly red eyes. He immediately felt as though he had disrespected her and took a couple of steps back. However, to his surprise, the girl lifted her head and looked at him pitifully.
“If you hadn’t saved me, Senior Brother Fang, I might not be alive right now, let alone able to seek revenge.” she said sorrowfully, clearly seeking comfort from Fang Zhengwen.
Seeing the girl’s vulnerable and helpless expression, Fang Zhengwen’s heart softened.
“That man fled too quickly, and I didn’t get a clear look at him. But don’t dwell on it too much. Even though you lost your yin energy, it’s something you can recover from with future cultivation. Besides, cultivators today aren’t like they were in the past. No one will look down on you for it.”
“Senior Brother Fang, there’s no need to console me.” The girl said, lowering her gaze to reveal her long, slender neck. Her skin was as smooth as cream, and her face was streaked with tears.
“I was foolish to trust a scoundrel… It’s all my fault… I deserve to die! I should be dead!” She cried, her emotions surging as she suddenly threw herself into Fang Zhengwen’s arms, seeking solace.
As her sobs grew louder, a thick floral scent filled the air.
Fang Zhengwen felt dizzy, his whole body heating up. He tried to push the girl away but found her sobbing so intensely that she was nearly passing out.
“Miss, you shouldn’t hold onto me like this. Men and women should keep their distance.” He said, gently pushing her.
To his shock, his hand met soft, smooth skin—the girl’s clothes had come loose.
“Ah, this…”
Gu Feng, observing from a distance, was equally stunned.
Should he intervene?
Was this something he could watch for free without paying?
The flowers around them began to bloom.
By the fire, the girl exhaled softly, her breath carrying something strange.
“Miss… you…” His teeth clenched as his body flushed red.
The girl let her hair fall loose and knelt beside him, her eyes slightly reddened. Her voice was soft and sweet, “Senior Brother Fang, don’t you want me either? You really do despise me…”
“No!” Fang Zhengwen slapped himself again, regaining a bit of clarity. He tried to turn away but was caught by a pale arm.
“You can’t leave, Senior Brother Fang. Don’t resist me.” She whispered like a smooth, scaleless snake. Her slender fingers slipped beneath his throat.
“No!” His eyes turned bloodshot, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
“This is beyond your control now.” The girl said, her face a mix of sorrow and satisfaction. She was about to take things further—she loved watching these self-righteous young cultivators fall into her trap, resisting yet longing, a sight she found utterly delightful.
But just as she was about to succeed, a tree branch shot out from the side, pinning her hand to the ground. Not a drop of blood came out.
“Who!” She shrieked, her previously gentle demeanor turning ferocious as she looked back.
“He already said no.” Gu Feng descended from his sword.
As he landed, a gust of wind blew away the overpowering floral scent that filled the area.
Fang Zhengwen’s mind began to clear. He quickly grabbed his loose collar, crawled up, and ran behind Gu Feng for safety.
The prey had escaped!
The woman’s expression darkened even more.
“Argh!” Her hair flew wildly as she ripped her hand from the ground, pulling out the branch and tossing it aside. The place where it had pierced her quickly healed. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
“So, you’re a skin puppet, aren’t you?” Gu Feng commented, somewhat impressed by Fang Zhengwen’s luck.
A skin puppet was a type of evil spirit created from the resentment of a woman whose skin had been flayed off. It was a demonic creature often refined by the Demon Clan.
But ones like this, who could blend in so seamlessly, were rare.
However, the skin puppet didn’t care for such musings. It desperately needed life energy. The secret realm only opened once every hundred years, and each time, it was a chance for it to feed. Originally, Fang Zhengwen wasn’t its target, but the meal from Divine Doctor Valley had scared him off. So, without hesitation, it had chosen this unexpected visitor to be its next feast.
And now, it was interrupted again.
The skin puppet roared at Gu Feng, a thick floral scent rising around them as the illusions began again—this time filled with enticing, sensual images.
Fang Zhengwen pinched himself hard, unable to remain as calm as Gu Feng.
“Is this your only trick?” Gu Feng asked, frowning in annoyance.
“I thought capturing you might be useful, but…”
He really was speechless.
Weren’t skin puppets supposed to be rare and powerful weapons?
During battle, throwing one out could create illusions to distract and seduce enemies, but this… Gu Feng didn’t think he could live down the embarrassment.
“What are you saying, little brother?” The skin puppet purred, transforming into a seductive woman. Then she shifted into a fresh-faced young maiden, and after that, into a cold, noble beauty…
Fang Zhengwen watched as the skin puppet morphed into various forms in front of his senior brother. He was about to warn Gu Feng that the skin puppet could change according to an enemy’s desires, but then he thought better of it and kept his mouth shut.
Who would’ve thought his mature and composed senior brother had such preferences…