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Chapter 554 The Taste of the Enchantress is Really Good (11,000 words)

Snowflakes drift in the courtyard, while black hair sways inside the house!
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On the bed, Song Yan sat cross-legged.

The powerful internal energy seemed like some kind of mysterious vortex, swirling around Song Yan's body and flowing endlessly. With each cycle, Song Yan could clearly feel that the internal energy in his body had increased significantly. To put it more precisely, Song Yan might now be at the Great Perfection of the Seventh Grade, half a step into the Eighth Grade.

The internal energy generated within Song Yan's body by the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror" was transformed into the Vajra Arhat Technique to temper his body. His entire body was surrounded by a bronze-like luster, and even a glance revealed the resilience of Song Yan's skin, flesh, bones, and tendons. Ordinary weapons would likely be unable to damage him. In terms of physical strength alone, even an ordinary ninth-rank martial artist would probably be inferior to him.

With each breath, a stream of air about half a foot long was exhaled from between his nostrils. When Song Yan finally opened his eyes, his eyes shone brightly, and his gaze already showed the look of an eagle and a wolf... Of course, "eagle and wolf" is not a good description, but Song Yan's eyes now clearly had that kind of oppressive feeling.

However, this situation did not last long. Soon, the oppressive aura surrounding Song Yan gradually subsided... not dissipated, but dissolved into Song Yan's body.

Look around.

Beside him, Hua Lianyue, Bu Yu, and Gu Banxia were still fast asleep.

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All three women wore expressions of deep exhaustion, yet their brows betrayed an undeniable sense of satisfaction. Thinking back to last night, Song Yan felt a sense of satisfaction… If two Grandmasters couldn't handle it, how could one Grandmaster be a piece of cake?

Speaking of which, since Bu Yu and Gu Banxia have already begun cultivating the Su Nu Jing, can they also be considered successors of the Hehuan Sect?
Considering the reputation of the Hehuan Sect, they are likely to be called witches.

But, to be honest... the taste of the Hehuan demoness is really quite good.

Not only does it provide Song Yan with immense satisfaction in bed, but it also greatly benefits his cultivation of the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror.

After meditating for a while, Song Yan got out of bed, found a long robe in the wardrobe, put it on, put on her shoes and socks, and went out.

However, as soon as she stepped outside, the sight of pure white snow made Song Yan a little startled.

However, in the backyard, a thick layer of snow had already piled up.

With each step, a crunching sound was heard, leaving a large footprint in the snow-covered landscape, which was somewhat of a waste.

Snowflakes were still drifting and swaying in the air, tracing unpredictable arcs before falling to the ground.

Inside the Prince's mansion, some maids and servants had already begun cleaning the courtyard with their tools. Song Yan turned and closed the bedroom door, not wanting the noise outside to wake the three people inside. After finishing all this, Song Yan suddenly realized that he was only wearing a thin long robe, yet he didn't feel too cold, just a little chilly... He had heard that once a martial artist reached the eighth rank, changes in external temperature were less likely to affect them.

Perhaps he's close to breaking through to the eighth rank. If he does that kind of training a few more times last night, he'll probably be able to break through.

All in all, this is a good thing.

"Master, you're finally awake." A familiar voice came from beside him.

It is purple jade.

She was still wearing a long purple dress, her fair wrists sparkling, and she was just as beautiful as the snow on the ground. She wasn't wearing any thick cotton clothes or anything like that under the dress, and her slender figure didn't look bulky at all.

Song Yan couldn't help but feel a little envious.

The ninth rank is indeed extraordinary.

He didn't feel much coldness, but it was still a bit chilly. However, when he looked at Ziyu, the snow falling all over the sky hadn't affected her at all.

Light lotus-like jade feet trod on the snow, and looking around where Ziyu had walked, there were no footprints. This lightness skill was truly worthy of being called "Treading Snow Without Leaving a Trace." Song Yan was even more envious. He did indeed have a manual of lightness skills, and the name of the skill was also "Treading Snow Without Leaving a Trace," but he really had no talent in terms of moves and lightness skills. Although he had been studying for a while, he still couldn't get the hang of it.

Song Yan doesn't know any light-body skills, but that doesn't mean he's slow. He pours all his internal energy into his legs and runs wildly, relying on his internal energy and brute force. His posture is a bit ugly and not elegant enough, but his speed is not much inferior to those masters of light-body skills.

"What time is it now?" Song Yan asked.

This is one of the inconveniences of ancient times. When it snows heavily, it is difficult to accurately judge the time without the sun, unlike in the previous life when you could simply pick up a mobile phone and know the exact minutes and seconds.

“It’s past 9 AM.” Ziyu pouted and gave Song Yan a charming sidelong glance: “Master can sleep very well, sleeping soundly until dawn… But, Master, could you please be a little more careful when you sleep? The noise could probably be heard throughout the entire backyard.”

Even though Song Yan had a very thick skin, he couldn't help but blush when he heard these words.

Yesterday, Hua Lianyue provoked me, but I forgot that the buildings in this era are not like those in my previous life, and the soundproofing is barely effective... So, does this mean that all the women and maids in the Prince's mansion know about my bravery in fighting three against one last night?

How shameful!

Song Yan, somewhat embarrassed and angry, raised his hand and slapped Ziyu's bottom: "You little brat, Ziyu, how dare you make fun of your master..."

Ziyu's cheeks flushed red instantly. She glared at Song Yan but didn't say anything to scold him. She had been by Song Yan's side for several months. At first, it was because Hua Lianyue and Luo Tianxuan, two women who had no martial ethics, poisoned her. But now the poison had been cured. Sometimes Ziyu couldn't understand why she still wanted to stay by Song Yan's side when she was no longer bound by shackles.

Ziyu only knew that after fighting side-by-side at the Prince's mansion that day, the distance between her and Song Yan inexplicably grew much closer. Song Yan would occasionally make a move, and if it were according to her previous temperament, she would probably have slapped him hard, cracking his skull. But her little hands never landed on Song Yan. At most, she would just glare fiercely at her master, warning him not to act recklessly again… and Song Yan would always dare to do it again.

Then a warning... and then Song Yan did this and that...

It's as if we're caught in some strange cycle.

Even Ziyu herself didn't know that, in the eyes of others, this behavior would probably only be seen as some kind of fun game between her and Song Yan.

Ziyu wasn't sure what her own heart truly felt, but she had to admit that in her heart, Song Yan was ultimately different from other men. She didn't actually dislike Song Yan's touch that much. This despicable man probably understood this, which was why he kept challenging her bottom line.

Song Yan is going too far, and her bottom line is constantly being lowered.

As for how low it will ultimately go, Ziyu cannot even imagine.

Of course, Ziyu would never admit that she had fallen in love with Song Yan... It must be the influence of the "Hundred Flowers Mirror". Yes, that must be it.

It is said that the "Hundred Flowers Precious Mirror" is a shackle on all the women of the Hehuan Sect, and this is indeed true.

However, at this moment, Song Yan was thinking about other things. Speaking of which, Zi Yu was also from the Hehuan Sect? Wouldn't that make her a demoness of the Hehuan Sect?
There was also Luo Yuheng, who inherited the Hehuan Sect's legacy; she was the most enchanting of all enchantresses.

There was even a Yang Siyao who had practiced at the Hehuan Sect for a period of time.

By that calculation, he must have had quite a few enchanting women from the Hehuan Sect around him.

Suddenly, a thought popped into Song Yan's mind: Should he try 1v6?

But as soon as the thought arose, Song Yan forcibly suppressed it, even breaking out in a cold sweat... Just kidding, he was almost drained by Luo Yuheng and Hua Lianyue alone. If there were four more vixens... Song Yan could probably already imagine what he would look like, like a dried-up salted fish, lying motionless on the bed.

The idea of ​​a 1v6 scenario was thus extinguished.

However, the number of enchantresses in the Hehuan Sect is increasing. If this continues, will his Yanwang Mansion become the legitimate branch of the Hehuan Sect one day?

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and even forgot to retract his hand.

Ziyu then became very angry.

This old man is really going too far. Before, he would just pat her or touch her, but now he's actually putting his hand on her buttocks and won't move it. If he doesn't teach her a lesson, she doesn't even want to think about what will happen to her in the future.

So Ziyu patted Song Yan's wrist.

Well, that's enough of a lesson learned.

She couldn't possibly injure the master; she didn't want to either.

“Now that you’re awake, sir, please don’t stand here any longer. There are two guests waiting in the living room for quite some time.” Ziyu gave Song Yan a charming glare and said, “A man and a woman. The man calls himself Cui Shi’an and is a friend of yours. As for the woman, her name is Cui Yingying, and she is Cui Shi’an’s third sister.”

“Cui Shian?” Song Yan raised an eyebrow.

Although they had only met once, Song Yan still had a deep impression of this young master of the Cui family.

"How did he end up in Pingyang?" Song Yan asked curiously. "Is Cui Yingying the third daughter of the Cui family, who was betrothed three times and whose three fiancés died?"

“Exactly.” Ziyu nodded, then looked at Song Yan with a strange gaze: “Speaking of which, that Third Sister Cui is only twenty-seven years old, has lost three fiancés, and is supported by the number one widow in Ningguo. She is practically a widow among widows. Isn’t she just what you’re looking for, sir?”

Song Yan was speechless. This Ziyu claimed to be his personal maid, but how could there be such a bold maid in the world who dared to speak ill of her master like that? Did she really think that her master couldn't wield his authority?
Song Yan blinked and said with a hint of helplessness, "I really don't have a particular fondness for widows."

"I don't believe you. Speaking of which, sir, you've been working hard all night, you must be starving. Would you like to eat something to tide you over?"

"Let's forget it and have breakfast and lunch together later. By the way, is Ziyu going to cultivate the 'Extreme Yin Su Nu Jing'? I've heard that the Su Nu Jing is incredibly fast to cultivate, and if you succeed, you can even maintain your youth."

"No way, I don't want to suffer from the cold poison." Ziyu's answer left no room for negotiation.

"But I can cure poison."

"Hmph, I see now. Master wants me to cultivate the Pure Maiden Scripture so that I'll have no choice but to submit to you. How despicable, shameless, lewd, and vile..."

"As for it?"

As they bickered, the two figures gradually disappeared into the backyard, leaving two long rows of footprints in the yard.

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Inside the living room.

The charcoal stove crackled and burned, occasionally sending up a spark.

It's cold outside, but warm inside.

The thick white snow made the room bright and clear, both inside and out.

Cui Shi'an was wrapped up like a thick rice dumpling. Although he had known that Liaodong was bitterly cold, he finally understood what this bitter cold was like when he actually arrived here.

Upon waking up in the morning, the biting cold that greeted him as soon as he opened the window made him immediately crawl into bed. Without the slightest hesitation, he ordered his steward to go to a clothing store in Pingyang City to buy him a cotton-padded coat. The style didn't matter anymore, as long as it was thick.

Only after wrapping himself up completely did Cui Shi'an have the courage to leave the room, which is why he arrived at the Prince of Yan's residence a little late.

Cui San Niangzi, on the other hand, was still wearing a plain white dress that hugged her graceful and languidly charming body. The dress was slightly tight, which accentuated her high breasts, slender waist, full hips, and long legs, creating a perfect curve.

The long dress seemed to be woven with several strands of gold thread, occasionally flashing with a dazzling golden light.

The skirt was embroidered with a few pale yellow petals, which probably indicated that it was not a mourning garment.

However, at first glance, it does conform to the rule that "to look good, one must wear mourning clothes."

When she sat down, her skirt was pulled up slightly, revealing two sections of her fair calves, which were as round as jade and as delicate as cream.

There seemed to be some kind of fabric attached to the calves, but this material was exceptionally thin, truly as thin as a cicada's wing. The fabric was made into a pair of long stockings, running up the calves as if directly to the thighs.

Through the fabric, one could almost see Cui San Niangzi's delicate skin, adding to her allure in the hazy, dreamlike state.

These were even better than the stockings Song Yan had taken out!

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