Chapter 147: Ghost Domain Customs (3)

Lin Fan was gently placed onto Ye Youming's bed, and the dim candlelight filtered through the red gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows.

The entire room was silent and dim, as if isolated from the outside world, with only that graceful figure remaining, emanating a mysterious and dangerous aura into the air.

Ye Youming walked slowly to the bedside, leaning over to gaze at Lin Fan's face.

His expression was vacant, his eyes devoid of focus, as if his consciousness had been placed under a Seal and he had fallen into an endless darkness.

Ye Youming's mouth curled slightly in a smile that was not quite a smile, her eyes revealing undisguised appreciation and greed.

"Such a natural spiritual body…" she whispered, her voice low and slow, like the gentle bubbling of a secluded spring.

She raised a hand, her palm gathering energy, and a wisp of black mist coiled around her fingertips like a dancing snake shadow, slowly descending toward the center of Lin Fan's forehead.

A chill seeped in—not the cold of skin-to-skin contact, but a penetration deep into his Divine Sense.

A faint, elusive current of Qi circulated slowly between the two, like drizzling rain dampening the earth, like wind sweeping away fallen petals.

[ "I am not here to take your body, but to take your power." ]

Ye Youming whispered, the black mist in her palm probing into Lin Fan's body like vines, slowly and secretly guiding out the Primal Yang Qi hidden deep within him.

It was a profound power that rose from his Dantian, causing his Meridians to fluctuate, faintly merging with Ye Youming's aura.

Lin Fan showed no reaction, as if dormant in an illusory dream, the light of his consciousness locked away layer by layer.

But just as her extraction deepened, a weak yet tenacious will rose from the depths of Lin Fan's mind.

Like a sliver of light before dawn, though faint, it was bright, causing Ye Youming to frown slightly.

"To think there is still residual Divine Sense resisting?" she murmured, her eyes becoming a bit more solemn.

She closed her eyes and focused, her palm technique shifting slightly as she pressed the guiding force deeper, attempting to completely dissolve this trace of resistance.

Amidst the fluctuations of spiritual power, Ye Youming's fingertips trembled slightly, as if searching for the source of the power within Lin Fan.

"What an abyss-like spiritual sea…" she whispered, her expression complex, filled with both amazement and deepening obsession.

The rhythm of the extraction gradually accelerated, and the Spiritual Pressure in the room grew increasingly heavy, as if even the air had been frozen.

Lin Fan's body trembled slightly, yet he remained still, only that sliver of will remaining as stubborn as a rock.

However, at this very moment—

A melody from a zither quietly sounded, drifting faintly into this silent space.

The melody was like a babbling clear spring, then like a vast river; the tone was sometimes gentle, sometimes passionate, like the wind of the mountains sweeping away the night fog.

The sound of the bamboo flute and guzheng playing together rang out in Ye Youming's ears like the morning bell and evening drum.

Following closely behind was a clear and melodious female voice singing:

[ "I love the empire, but I love the beauty even more; what hero would prefer to be lonely…" ]

This song was like a thunderclap breaking through the sky, striking directly into the heart and mind.

Ye Youming's movements suddenly stalled, the flow of her spiritual power instantly disordered, and the Primal Yang Qi she was extracting seemed to reverse its flow.

She frowned, glancing coldly out the window, sensing that the external music had aligned with some higher Dao intent, which was now assaulting the barrier she had constructed.

[ "A good man is full of courage, with lofty ambitions and passions that make his name famous throughout the four seas…" ]

The voice pierced through clouds and mist, entering directly into the heart of the person on the bed.

Within Lin Fan, a long-dormant trace of consciousness was awakened, and the black mist that had originally shrouded his Divine Sense was dispelled inch by inch by the aura of upright righteousness contained in the song.

His eyes flickered, and his previously unfocused gaze gradually regained clarity.

His tightly clenched fingers moved slightly, and his whole being seemed to awaken from the dark night, regaining control over his body.

Ye Youming's expression changed slightly; she felt the power beneath her palm slipping away, and her own consciousness was nearly shaken loose by this majestic melody.

She rose slowly, her robes fluttering, her expression cold and dark.

But she understood—this game was broken.

And this song was precisely the key; Lin Chen had used the melody as a blade to awaken Lin Fan's soul and sever Ye Youming's nether arts.

Lin Fan seized the opportunity, suddenly rolling over and pinning Ye Youming onto the bed. The red curtains swayed gently, the candlelight slanted across them, reflecting their tangled figures.

He looked down at her enchanting form, heat surging in his heart, unable to help but hesitate to speak.

Ye Youming bit her crimson lips gently, moisture welling up in her eyes, her voice trembling softly: "Don't…"

That sound was like a crow crying at the moon at dusk, half refusal, half lingering obsession.

Her jade hand reached out, gently catching Lin Fan's wandering palm, her words tinged with coquettish reproach: "You have won, but you must still have some restraint."

Lin Fan smiled, saying: "Why not? You did, after all, harvest half of my Primal Yang."

Ye Youming forced herself to remain calm, attempting to avoid his aura: "Young Master Bai, you and I were merely sparring, how could you take it seriously? Besides, I did not harm your cultivation."

Her eyes darted about, putting on a pitiful appearance, like a pear blossom after the rain, evoking pity.

Lin Fan's mind wavered, his thoughts racing, yet he still could not suppress a surge of emotion: "I intended to merely exchange a few playful words with you, but in your current state, it is truly hard for me to endure."

He suddenly made a move, his long sleeves sweeping out, and amidst the fluttering fabric, he seemed intent on undoing her layers of protection.

— — The red curtains hang low, the night is still young, the crescent moon silently shines upon the pair.

— — Cloud-like hair in disarray, a faint fragrance stirs, skin barely exposed, yet desire is already wild.

— — Slender jade hands shyly and lightly resist, a low whisper like tearful light.

— — Who knew that romance could be so overwhelming, unaware that the mind has already drifted into the void.

I do not know how much time had passed, but Lin Fan leaned against the head of the bed, his breathing steady, his face showing signs of fatigue.

And in the corner of the room, Ye Youming curled her body up, her eyes reddened, the corners of her lips trembling.

Her skin was flushed, her expression complex; she wanted to hide the scars in her heart, but could not conceal that sense of shame.

She bit her lip and asked in a low voice: "You… why did you have to treat me this way?"

Her words were weak, mixed with unwillingness and humiliation.

Lin Fan turned over and scoffed: "You are in no position to negotiate? Who was the one acting so wantonly on my body just moments ago?"

Ye Youming whispered through tears: "But… but…"

She could no longer hold back, tears streaming down like rain, sobbing aloud.

At this moment, the once alluring Fairy lost her edge, leaving only a heart full of grievances.

He sighed softly but did not speak, and the System automatically chimed with a notification:

[ Legendary-grade title "I Have Ridden the White Emperor's Woman" equipped successfully. ]