“So, the payment.” Lin Yi interrupted Pei Zhaoji.

Pei Zhaoji froze for a moment, thinking she had misheard. "Young Master Lin, are you saying…"

"Since I saved you, Fairy, shouldn't you offer some form of payment?" Lin Yi's lips curled slightly, smiling as he looked at the elegant Fairy opposite him.

"Of course, that is only right." Pei Zhaoji nodded. Lin Yi's candid demeanor left her slightly stunned, but also somewhat appreciative; he wasn't as hypocritical as some of those who claimed to follow the Righteous Path.

"Aside from my Xuanyuan Dynasty Daoist texts, whatever you have your eye on, I can make the decision—you may take it!" Pei Zhaoji's gaze swept over Lu Jiajing and Pei Yuhan, who were slowly walking over from the next room.

"Oh? Really?" A perfectly timed look of surprise appeared on Lin Yi's face.

"Yes, I guarantee it as the Daoist Leader of the Xuanyuan Dynasty." Pei Zhaoji's gaze flickered away. Her dark brows knitted slightly, her elegant eyes lowered, and a faint flush rose on her refined little face.

For some reason… she couldn't use the Daoist Magic of the Mystic Sect to undo the Yin-Yang Union aphrodisiac on her body, and suppressing her Qi only caused the restless agitation to spread further.

Lin Yi had just tapped the spirit light at the center of her brows, making her slightly clear-headed, but now, as if rebounding, that hazy, muddled feeling surged into her heart again.

Pei Zhaoji focused her gaze inward; her pure and clear Dao Heart had already been stained with a hint of pink.

"Then…" Pei Zhaoji blinked. She raised her head and stared blankly at Lin Yi opposite her. Had Young Master Lin said something just now? Or had she misheard something?

Lin Yi and Lu Jiajing exchanged a glance.

Lu Jiajing shook her head, seemingly having realized something. "The Yin-Yang Secret Arts have their uses. This so-called Yin-Yang Union aphrodisiac is not a toxic substance; on the contrary, it is highly beneficial to a Cultivator."

"The so-called Yin and Yang are the two elements of heaven and earth—one is static, one is dynamic; one rises, one sinks; one is the moon, one is the sun; one is clear, one is turbid…"

Lu Jiajing began preaching the Dao. Beside her, Pei Zhaoji had returned to that appearance of a Fairy descending to the mortal world. Pei Yuhan did not pay much attention to all this and obediently followed the task Lin Yi had given her, experimenting to see if there were four thousand two hundred cuts.

"Yin and Yang is simply using the two elements of heaven and earth to explain all living things. The original intention is good; it's just that those guys from the Yin Yang Pavilion executed it poorly… right?" Lin Yi pondered and asked according to his own understanding.

"Correct." Although she felt Lin Yi's words were a bit strange, Lu Jiajing still nodded.

"The so-called Yin-Yang Union aphrodisiac is essentially a peerless secret medicine for nourishing Yin and replenishing Yang. Women are Yin; holding Yin but lacking Yang, the body will naturally produce… some special states, telling you that you need to find a Yang-natured entity, which is to say… a male."

"That is why she is like this."

Lin Yi felt that Lu Jiajing's explanation was more reasonable. Otherwise, given the basic traits of a Soul Transformation Cultivator—immune to all poisons and untouched by ten thousand spells—how could she possibly fall for this petty aphrodisiac!

Since it was a Spirit Medicine useful to the body, the body would naturally not reject it; instead, it would actively seek to absorb it. This meant that… even a Soul Transformation Cultivator would fall for it!

Lin Yi turned his head slightly, dodging the little face Pei Zhaoji was pressing toward him. By this time, Pei Zhaoji had already crawled from her seat onto the wooden table.

Her exquisite and refined little face was full of damp, bright allure, and her breath carried a fragrance like orchids and musk.

Seeing Lin Yi dodge, Pei Zhaoji simply stretched out her jade arms, wrapped them around Lin Yi's neck, and murmured some words Lin Yi couldn't understand, like a kitten in the warm spring…

"As for the method to treat her, it is very simple: just replenish the Yang she lacks. If it were anyone else, they would likely be dead or crippled. After all, Pei Zhaoji is a Soul Transformation Cultivator, but…"

Lu Jiajing looked at Lin Yi, her lips curling up. "You are different. Your Daoist text has given you enough capital to squander."

Lin Yi nodded. He dodged Pei Zhaoji's glistening lips again, brought his fingers together, and tapped once more on the red plum blossom mark at the center of Pei Zhaoji's brows. A green lotus faintly released a bit of clear light.

Lin Yi naturally didn't understand any Immortal Dao, but he knew how to perform simple, idiot-proof operations. He only needed to trigger the spell Lu Jiajing had left on Pei Zhaoji.

Pei Zhaoji's eyes became clear again, but it was far less effective than the first time. Upon discovering that she was actively embracing Lin Yi, her face became even more flushed, and her moist eyes carried a hint of shame.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Lin, I'm sorry, I am so sorry…"

While apologizing, she crawled entirely from the tabletop into Lin Yi's embrace. Upon smelling the scent on Lin Yi, her voluptuous yet slender body trembled, as if she had finally lain in a warm quilt in the middle of a cold winter.

"Please do not blame me…" Pei Zhaoji rubbed her smooth, refined face against Lin Yi's chin, her fingers resting on his shoulder, then involuntarily tracing the texture of his muscles to touch Lin Yi's throat.

A few scalding tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, yet she looked at Lin Yi's throat and swallowed. Pei Zhaoji was suppressing the urge to bite Lin Yi.

"Fairy, I can offer myself to you, but you must promise me three things." Lin Yi's words made Pei Zhaoji look up, but she did not think there was anything wrong with what he said. At that time, she would nourish her own Yin with Lin Yi's Yang and would inevitably drain his Foundation dry.

She also discovered that the cup of tea she had drunk had been spiked with the Yin-Yang Secret Medicine. Those things could not be undone by spells; it required the most primitive method…

"Young Master Lin, tell me… never mind three things, just say whatever you want…" Pei Zhaoji's voice trembled. Her fingertips were somewhat cold, and when she touched Lin Yi's body, Lin Yi's scorching heat made her feel as if she were about to melt…

Pei Zhaoji looked at Lin Yi's handsome face and swallowed again. "Please say it; I will agree to anything you ask…"

She involuntarily added honorifics. She felt pained at the thought that she was about to destroy such a talented person. Her consciousness told her she should immediately dissolve her cultivation, but… her body told her to devour the young man in front of her.

The two fought… Her consciousness collapsed like a mountain, defeated by her body in a crushing manner. Without a shred of resistance left, Pei Zhaoji gave up.

She wrapped her hands around Lin Yi's neck, brushed her scorching lips along Lin Yi's cheek, and landed them on the corner of his mouth. After a slight pause, she managed to whisper, "Please tell me, what are the three things…"

Chapter 83: I beg you, please give me a little first

The rich fragrance of Pei Zhaoji's body lingered at the tip of Lin Yi's nose. Lin Yi could feel the Fairy's moist lips—soft, glutinous, and delicious.

"The first thing is that you must support me in rebelling against the Floating Island." Lin Yi said calmly, not moved in the slightest by Pei Zhaoji's allure, merely reaching out to hold Pei Zhaoji's slender, supple waist.

Pei Zhaoji's voluptuous… pressed against Lin Yi's chest, revealing a seductive and amorous curve. She looked at Lin Yi blankly; although her consciousness was not very clear, she had not entirely lost her reason at this moment, and she naturally understood the meaning behind Lin Yi's words.

"Young Master Lin, you are going to, you are going to…" The rest of the words Pei Zhaoji could not bring herself to say.

You must know… the Floating Island has been situated in the Nine Heavens of the Qiongming Domain for generations, having not moved in the slightest for tens of thousands of years. Even though dozens of mortal dynasties have fallen, it remains standing unmoved.

It is the Holy Land for Cultivators, the Immortal Realm from mortal storybooks.

Not to mention anything else, the number of Cultivators at the Nascent Soul Stage or above gathered there is countless.

"Yes, so, does the Fairy still want me to help you?" Lin Yi's lips curled slightly. Pei Zhaoji stared blankly at Lin Yi's deep black pupils. The two locked eyes for a moment, but in the end, it was Pei Zhaoji who turned her head away first.

"I, I don't understand… why you want to… huff…" A scorching breath hit the side of Lin Yi's face. The crimson tide that Pei Zhaoji had suppressed due to the shock to her heart surged back again.

Her eyes were hazy, but… at this moment, she dared not move her lips onto Lin Yi's lips anymore.

She was afraid—afraid that this one act might destroy the future of the Xuanyuan Dynasty.

That colossus… she dared not think too much about it. She had seen the scenery on that Floating Island in the sky.

But… Pei Zhaoji repeatedly rubbed her damp cheek against Lin Yi's cheek; she could only use this method to alleviate the trembling of her body.

Her consciousness was telling her no; she was wailing.

But her body resolutely rejected her thoughts, repeatedly seeking its own release according to its own sensations.

"No, no, no…"

Tears were already hanging from the corners of Pei Zhaoji's eyes. She pressed her trembling hands against Lin Yi's chest. She wanted to pull her body away from Lin Yi, yet immediately, as if unable to wait, she pressed her delicate body even tighter against him…

Lin Yi's fingertips rubbed against Pei Zhaoji's waist. He was not in a hurry; after all, he wasn't the one who was anxious. "Really? I have already obtained the support of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. I'm afraid your Xuan Sect will have no choice but to follow along."

That is not necessarily true. After all, seeking advantages and avoiding harm is human instinct. Perhaps when the time comes, for the sake of self-preservation, the Xuan Sect might just turn traitor. This was also why Lin Yi had proposed three conditions.

Upon hearing Lin Yi's words, Pei Zhaoji's body stiffened slightly, but immediately afterward, she began to nuzzle against him again. "I don't know, I don't know… My Senior Sister is still at the Xuan Sect… I cannot agree to you…"

"Please, change your request… Anything else is fine, I can agree to anything else…"

Lin Yi reached out and grabbed Pei Zhaoji's chin, forcing her away from his body. Although Pei Zhaoji was unwilling, she dared not harm Lin Yi, so after biting the corner of his lip, she was helplessly pulled away by Lin Yi.

A trace of a smile played on the corners of Lin Yi's lips. "Fairy, oh Fairy, now is not the time for you to bargain with me. Either you agree to me, or… hehehe…"

There was a look of entreaty between Pei Zhaoji's brows. She grabbed Lin Yi's arms with both hands, her beautiful, refined face flushed and damp. "No, please don't… Change the request… I will do anything…"

"I believe I've heard that sentence before." Lin Yi sighed slightly. Pei Zhaoji looked somewhat embarrassed, and she whispered an apology.

Lin Yi looked at the alluring Fairy before him and changed the subject. "Then, what if I ask you to support me in the capacity of a Loose Cultivator? That should be acceptable, right?"

Pei Zhaoji used the little remaining consciousness she had to think about it. She didn't want to agree, but helplessly…

"I agree…" Taking advantage of the moment Lin Yi's fingers relaxed slightly, Pei Zhaoji hugged Lin Yi's arm, pressing her voluptuous… against him. "I beg you, give me a little first, okay?… I'm really, really… very uncomfortable…"

Pei Zhaoji's expression was an interweaving of entreaty and desire. Her voice was extremely seductive. She felt her body spasming, especially in her lower abdomen…

Lin Yi looked at Pei Zhaoji, who seemed unable to hold on any longer. He frowned slightly, showing a hesitant look, but Pei Zhaoji could wait no longer. Seeing Lin Yi deep in thought, she leaned in directly and bit down on Lin Yi's lips…

"Mmm…" Pei Zhaoji felt dizzy. The taste of the young man instantly shattered all her reason. She exerted a little force and pressed Lin Yi down onto the wooden floor.

Lin Yi looked helplessly at the expressionless Pei Yuhan and the smiling Lu Jiajing.

"There are still two more conditions."

Before Lin Yi could continue, Pei Zhaoji blocked his lips again.

It was only with great difficulty that Pei Zhaoji let go of Lin Yi. Just as Lin Yi wanted to speak, Pei Zhaoji lowered her head again. She was swift; or rather… Pei Zhaoji, in her irrational state, simply used brute force!

"I agree, I agree…" Pei Zhaoji murmured, her eyes already slightly closed, frantically seizing everything from Lin Yi, whom she had pinned beneath her.

Her beautiful long hair cascaded down. A warm yellow halo covered her delicate body, giving her smooth, lustrous skin a hint of alluring sheen, with traces of fragrant sweat trickling down…

Pei Zhaoji looked at Lin Yi with tears on her face. Her face was full of apology, mixed with feelings of madness and sorrow.

"Sorry, sorry, Young Master Lin, I'm really sorry…"

"I hope you don't hate me…"

"No, no… It doesn't matter if you hate me. You know, I actually have feelings for you too, I like you very much…"

"I don't even know why…"

Pei Zhaoji sat on Lin Yi's lap, bit her lip, and tremblingly reached out…

Chapter 84: Sorry, Sorry, Sorry

"I am not that kind of woman… Therefore, being with Young Master Lin… being able to give to you, Young Master Lin…"

"I am very happy… very happy… It's just that, Young Master Lin, you might lose your Dao…"

Pei Zhaoji spoke these words, momentarily unsure of what to say. She simply wanted to express all the thoughts in her heart.

Given her somewhat single-tracked mind at the moment, she could not understand why Lu Jiajing and Pei Yuhan did not stop her actions, or perhaps… Pei Zhaoji, caught in a frenzy, did not even notice that there were two others watching beside her.

"Really… very sorry…" Pei Zhaoji felt Lin Yi's future. She bit her lip. Her body was urging her to act, but her remaining consciousness told her that she must say everything in her heart.

"I will take care of you, Young Master Lin. No matter how difficult it is, I will make up for your loss…" Pei Zhaoji looked at Lin Yi's handsome face, and she felt her willpower weakening even more.

Lin Yi couldn't hold back anymore. He exchanged a glance with Lu Jiajing. At the moment Pei Zhaoji's consciousness collapsed, Lu Jiajing cast an immortal Daoist Magic, forcing Pei Zhaoji to fly into mid-air from her state.

She bit her lustrous lips with her pearly teeth, gazing infatuatedly at Lin Yi. Her body subconsciously lunged toward Lin Yi, but she was completely locked in mid-air.

"Fairy, if you want it, you must agree to my remaining two conditions." Lin Yi stood up, not paying attention to the gazes of the three people.

"Please give it to me…" Pei Zhaoji could only murmur this one sentence.

Lin Yi looked at this scene with a headache. He walked over and kissed Pei Zhaoji, but stopped after a light taste.

"Repeat after me." Lin Yi said gently.

"Repeat after you?" Pei Zhaoji tilted her head.

Lin Yi kissed her lips again. "I, Pei Zhaoji, voluntarily become Lin Yi's star…"

Pei Zhaoji seemed to understand something. She only needed to follow Lin Yi's recitation, and she would receive a reward!

"I, Pei Zhaoji, voluntarily become Lin Yi's…" Pei Zhaoji recited along with Lin Yi.

Every time she finished reciting a segment, Lin Yi would give her a little reward, which made Pei Zhaoji speed up her speech.

And when she finished the last sentence, a kind of clarity suddenly arose in Pei Zhaoji's heart. When making a Dao vow, it must come from one's own sincerity; Lin Yi making her recite it naturally couldn't count as a direct vow.

This touch of clarity was like a contract being stamped, or perhaps like a signature.

Pei Zhaoji looked at Lin Yi with astonishment. Lin Yi smiled at her. She already felt that the arrow was on the bowstring; as long as she agreed to this vow, she could obtain the thing she dreamed of.

Pei Zhaoji closed her eyes in despair. "I, I agree…"

As if having a flash of lucidity before the end, Pei Zhaoji raised her head. She stared blankly at the brilliant patterns on the ceiling, which made her dizzy.

Immediately afterward… she felt the restraints on her body being released, and she fell into a warm embrace.

She lowered her head and gazed infatuatedly at Lin Yi's face. The effects of the Yin-Yang Union drug exploded at this moment, and she embraced Lin Yi's arms.

"Young Master Lin… I have already made the Dao vow… Then I won't be polite…" Pei Zhaoji licked her lips, looked down, and then flipped over to pin Lin Yi beneath her.

Driven by emotions of despair, pain, relief, and desire… Pei Zhaoji decided to surrender all her reason to her body.

It's just that…

"Sorry, sorry, sorry…" Pei Zhaoji felt the massive Yang energy coming from Lin Yi's body, and she painfully yet joyfully absorbed it all.