Entering the wrong room, he became invincible after conquering the voluptuous aunt.

The ethereal beauty, Yun Shuyao, blushed instantly, the color spreading from her ears to her neck, like white jade stained with rouge.

Holding Ye Feng tightly in his arms, the warm touch of their skin against each other made her stiff as a stone.

Shame and anger instantly shattered her composure. The innate constraints of traditional etiquette fueled her murderous intent. Her cherry-red lips formed a cold, sharp line, her voice icy and trembling almost imperceptibly: "You rude wretch! If you don't release me, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Ye Feng was speechless. His good deed of rescuing her had been met with hostility. Looking at Yun Shuyao, who was as beautiful as an angel but acting aggressively, his anger flared. A wicked smile crept across his lips: "Fairy Sister, since you've decided I'm the villain, all my words are wasted. Since I'm the villain, shouldn't I do what villains do?"

Yun Shuyao's expression changed drastically. Panic flashed across her fair, rosy face, and her beautiful eyes widened. Those were God-like, clear eyes, now filled with tension: "What are you going to do? I'm warning you, I am..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yun Shuyao's words came to an abrupt halt, her beautiful eyes freezing completely.

Ye Feng leaned down and kissed her thin, red lips with domineering force. The warm yet powerful touch instantly swept over her, making her world come to a complete standstill.

My mind went blank; the sounds of the pool and the flow of spiritual energy around me vanished, leaving only the clear, distinct sensation of the warm touch on my lips. Was this the kissing tradition of the mortal world?

As the Holy Maiden of the Star Maiden Sect, she has always been pure and untouched by men, yet this man before her has shattered her reputation in a single day!

Yun Shuyao came from an extraordinary background. In order to solve the troubles of the Star Maiden Sect, she learned that the seal on the Spirit Tempering Sword Pool of the Sword Casting Manor was at its weakest today. So she risked sneaking in to try to break through her cultivation by borrowing the sacred pearl in the pool. However, she never expected to encounter such an unexpected turn of events and even broke the sect's ironclad rules.

Looking at Yun Shuyao, who was frozen in his arms like a statue, Ye Feng slowly stepped back, wiped his mouth, and smiled playfully: "Fairy Sister, are your lips coated with honey? They're so sweet they make one lose their mind."

"Shameless scoundrel! I'm going to kill you!" Yun Shuyao snapped back to reality, her feelings of grievance, shame, and anger intertwined. Her peerless face was as cold as ice, and the killing intent in her eyes was almost tangible. Her teeth were grinding together, but her internal energy was disordered, and her whole body was weak and powerless. She didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow smugly, completely unconcerned: "But you're currently suffering from a qi deviation. Forget about killing me, you might not even be able to move a muscle."

Yun Shuyao trembled slightly with anger. Her aloofness and naivety blended perfectly on her face, making her even more charming.

Ye Feng's heart itched with desire. His fingers slowly moved to her shoulder, gently pulling down a bit of her thin gauze skirt, instantly revealing her delicate, fair shoulders, as white as jade, untouched by any dust.

Yun Shuyao panicked completely, her mind went blank, and tears welled up in her eyes: "You dare! If you defile me, I will kill myself on the spot!"

Ye Feng swallowed hard, deliberately putting on a fierce look to scare her: "I'll give you two choices: one, obediently let me heal your wounds; two, I'll take off your clothes while they're still warm. You choose one."

"You..." Yun Shuyao's eyes reddened with anger, tears welling up in her eyes. She was furious and anxious; this bastard was utterly unreasonable! But she knew there was no way out now. Biting her red lips, her voice trembled with tears, "Do I have any other choice? But remember this: once I recover, I'll make you pay!"

"Don't worry, I don't believe you're an ingrate." Ye Feng put away his playful expression and helped her sit up straight.

Yun Shuyao reluctantly cooperated, feeling Ye Feng's hands pressed against her back. A warm and mellow true energy instantly surged into her body, and she was shocked: this true energy was so powerful and pure, far more domineering than the inner strength of the sect elders! This person's cultivation was actually above hers?!

As the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art was activated, Ye Feng's true energy flowed like a warm current through Yun Shuyao's meridians, helping her suppress the reversed true energy and repair the damaged meridians.

Yun Shuyao felt the stinging pain in her body quickly subside, the disordered true energy gradually returned to its place, and the restlessness in her dantian slowly calmed down. She was even more shocked and looked at Ye Feng's back with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

In less than ten minutes, Yun Shuyao's dantian stabilized completely, and her breathing gradually returned to normal. She suddenly turned around, only to see Ye Feng staring at her shoulder. Her pretty face immediately turned icy: "You bastard! You're still looking!"

Ye Feng quickly waved his hand and chuckled, "I was just checking on you as usual while I was treating your injuries."

Yun Shuyao snorted coldly, her gaze sweeping towards the bottom of the pool, where a ball of shimmering white light surged—the Spirit Tempering Pearl, condensed over a century. She immediately declared in a cold voice, "I was the one who first set my sights on this sacred pool; the pearl is mine!"

"So domineering?" Ye Feng asked with interest, but smiled calmly. "The power of this sacred pearl is immense. You've just recovered; you probably can't handle it."

"It's none of your business!" Yun Shuyao said, and began to use her cultivation technique to absorb the power of the Sacred Pearl. However, the Sacred Pearl's spiritual energy was too abundant. She had just broken through the cultivation deviation and her meridians had not yet fully recovered. The absorption speed became slower and slower, her face gradually turned pale, and her breathing became unstable.

Seeing this, Ye Feng stopped teasing her and immediately circulated his cultivation technique, while sending out a wisp of true energy to help her regulate her spiritual energy: "Don't force yourself, I'll help you."

Warm true energy surged in again, helping her to neutralize the violent spiritual energy of the Sacred Pearl. Yun Shuyao's tense body gradually relaxed, and a trace of barely perceptible gratitude flashed in her eyes as she looked at Ye Feng, but she still kept her pretty face cold and refused to speak.

The two absorbed the power of the sacred pool together. The shimmering white light at the bottom of the pool grew fainter and fainter. Ye Feng's Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was already domineering in devouring spiritual energy, but he deliberately slowed down the speed to help Yun Shuyao stabilize her cultivation.

Half an hour later, the sacred pearl completely dissipated, and both of their auras surged, their cultivation levels improving significantly.

Yun Shuyao stood up, straightened her skirt, and regained her usual cold and dignified demeanor. She said in a chilling voice, "If you dare to utter a single word about what happened today, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth, leaving you nowhere to hide!"

Ye Feng shrugged and curled his lip, then asked curiously, "Just who are you? You value chastity more than your own life."

Yun Shuyao glanced at him coldly, her cherry lips parted slightly, and her tone carried an undeniable nobility: "I am the Holy Maiden of the Star Maiden Sect!"

"The Holy Maiden of the Star Maiden Sect?" Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he instantly understood. No wonder her physique was one in a million and her temperament was otherworldly. She was actually the Holy Maiden of a major sect. He immediately smiled and said, "Fairy Sister, can I have your phone number? If your sect has any trouble, just call me. I guarantee I can handle it."

"No need! We shall never meet again in this life!" Yun Shuyao snorted coldly, leaped into the air, and her pure white figure swept out of the Spirit Tempering Sword Pool, leaving behind only a cold and aloof peerless silhouette, which disappeared into the mountains and forests in an instant.

Ye Feng gazed at her retreating figure, a fierce possessive and conquering glint in his eyes: "Fairy Sister...we will meet again. Next time, I want you to be my woman, Ye Feng's woman."

A few minutes later, in the front yard of Sword Casting Manor.

Zhan Yun Kui recovered some strength after adjusting his breathing, but his face remained gloomy. Zhan Yi Chen, lying on the stretcher, said venomously, "Father, that Ye Feng was arrogant and conceited; he must have died in the Sacred Pool's seal! He had no chance of enjoying the treasures of our Sword Forging Manor!"

"That's right!" Zhan Yun Kui gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "No one has been able to enter the Spirit Tempering Sword Pool for a hundred years. Even if he has some strength, he will surely perish inside!"

Ji Yuerong, with her beautiful figure, stood to the side, her eyes filled with a complex emotion. A sense of worry welled up in her heart, and she couldn't tell whether she was afraid that something might happen to Ye Feng or that he might really take the treasure.

Zhan Tianbei's expression was somber, his eyes cold, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed his beard. He had a feeling that things were not so simple, and that Ye Feng's strength was far more than what appeared to be.

Just then, a lazy, playful, and indifferent voice came: "Sorry to disappoint you."

Everyone turned their heads sharply and saw Ye Feng walking towards them with his hands behind his back, his posture upright, his aura even more powerful than before, a smile playing on his lips, and his tone relaxed: "Not only am I alive and well, but I've also taken the treasure you've been guarding for hundreds of years."

The entire hall fell silent, then was filled with shock!

Zhan Yichen's eyes widened in disbelief; Zhan Yunkui's blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, pounding his chest and roaring, "My Sword Forging Manor's century-old treasure has actually been destroyed in an instant!!"

Zhan Tianbei's expression changed drastically. He instantly composed himself, strode forward, bowed deeply, and clasped his hands in a respectful gesture: "Heroes emerge from among the young! Mr. Ye, it seems my Sword Forging Manor's treasure is destined for you!"

He saw things clearly: Ye Feng had emerged unscathed from the Spirit Tempering Sword Pool, and his cultivation had even improved; he was definitely not someone the Sword Forging Manor could afford to provoke. Bowing down now was the only way to survive.

Ye Feng smiled knowingly, his face full of arrogance: "You're smart enough to know your place. From now on, Sword Forging Manor and I, Ye Feng, will be friends after this fight."

Having said that, he didn't linger. With his hands behind his back, he walked out of the Sword Forging Manor with a carefree and unrestrained demeanor, leaving behind a crowd of people with various expressions.

Outside the villa, Xiao Qing'er had been waiting for a long time, her face tense and full of anxiety. Seeing Ye Feng emerge, her eyes immediately reddened, and she rushed forward, throwing herself into his arms, choking back tears, "Husband! I'm so glad you're alright! I was so worried!"

As a warm body embraced him, Ye Feng instantly softened his tone, raising his hand to affectionately stroke her head, his voice gentle: "Don't worry, your husband is so capable, how could anything happen to him?"

Just then, his phone rang. It was Grandpa Luo calling. Ye Feng answered, and Grandpa Luo's anxious and worried voice came through: "Mr. Ye! Are you with Yanxing?"

Ye Feng's heart tightened: "No, what's wrong?"

Grandpa Luo took a deep breath, his voice heavy with worry: "Yanxing is missing! Her phone is off, and we've searched several places but haven't found her. I'm afraid... I'm afraid something has happened to her!"

"What?!" Ye Feng's face instantly darkened, his body temperature plummeted, and all his previous gentleness vanished, leaving only a chilling aura. He immediately took out his phone, dialed Su Qing's number, and spoke urgently and forcefully, with an unquestionable and icy tone: "Captain Su, please immediately check all the city's surveillance footage and find Luo Yanxing's whereabouts. Be quick!"