Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

Afternoon, in a secluded room.

Huang Rong had arrived ahead of schedule and had changed into a brand new moon-white silk dress.

Her long, black hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, and she was sitting upright on the yang fish of the Tai Chi diagram, closing her eyes and regulating her breathing.

However, her slightly trembling long eyelashes and overly straight back betrayed her inner unease.

Each time she was detoxified, it was like a sweet poison, allowing her to taste a touch of decadent pleasure in the abyss of shame.

Then I was overwhelmed by an even deeper sense of guilt.

There is still some time before the next "detoxification".

She felt a familiar emptiness and burning sensation rising deep within her body.

It reminded her of the stubbornness and greed of that poison.

The stone door creaked open, and Yang Guo slipped inside.

He was still wearing that blue robe, and his steps were steady.

After entering the Acquired Realm, he seemed to have gained a more composed demeanor.

However, in his hand he held a small object wrapped in plain brocade.

"Aunt Guo." Yang Guo bowed and looked at Huang Rong, noticing that she stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Huang Rong slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with weariness.

"You've arrived."

Her voice was clearer than it had been in the morning, but still low and husky, "The time hasn't come yet, you..."

Before she could finish speaking, her gaze was drawn to what Yang Guo was holding.

The shape of the plain brocade wrapping was quite peculiar, resembling clothing but not quite, with a faint hint of dark luster.

The texture looked unusually smooth, unlike any fabric she knew.

Yang Guo stepped forward, gently placed the brocade pouch on the stone table, and untied the ribbon as he did so.

Suddenly, several pieces of thin, almost transparent black fabric were revealed—

A top with a design outlined only by thin straps and a small amount of lace.

A pair of thigh-high stockings as thin as cicada wings.

There are also several matching little items that are surprisingly economical with fabric.

"What is this?" Huang Rong frowned.

I subconsciously felt that this thing was no ordinary clothing.

The design was bold, and the materials used were economical.

It far exceeded her expectations.

Yang Guo's expression remained unchanged:

"Aunt Guo, this item is called a silk stocking set. I obtained it by chance from a foreign merchant when I was wandering in my early years."

According to that merchant, this is a secret treasure passed down among noblewomen in the far west. It is woven from special celestial silkworm silk using exotic secret techniques. Not only is it light, thin, and supple, and it helps with blood circulation, but also because of its…

Its unique design is said to reduce external obstructions during the execution of certain martial arts techniques, allowing for a smoother and more unimpeded flow of internal energy.

He attributed all his claims to the illusory overseas merchants and the efficacy of the "beneficial exercises."

Huang Rong listened with a mixture of belief and doubt.

She was well-read and had some knowledge of things from overseas.

But I've never heard of such strange clothing before.

Reduce obstacles? Smooth and unimpeded flow?

Her gaze swept over the black silk threads that barely covered anything, and her cheeks began to burn uncontrollably.

These aren't clothes, they're clearly... things that even the most wanton women in brothels probably wouldn't dare to wear!

"absurd!"

She scolded in a low voice, turning her head away, her ears already bright red.

"How...how can you wear such...such disgusting things? Take them off immediately!"

Yang Guo, however, remained calm and picked up the shirt, giving it a gentle shake.

Under the bright light of the pearl, the black silk fabric seemed to shimmer with a watery luster, as light as a feather.

"Aunt Guo, please understand that I have no intention of disrespecting you. It is just that I am thinking about how difficult the treatment of poison is, and how Aunt Guo suffers greatly every time."

This item might slightly alleviate the discomfort caused by the friction of silk and coarse cloth, and the merchant once said that its special material might have a slight effect on stabilizing the mind and regulating internal energy.

He paused, lowered his voice, and spoke with sincerity.

"Aunt Guo, the matter of treating the poison concerns your safety. I'm willing to try any method that might alleviate your suffering. If this medicine is truly ineffective, then we should discard it."

His words were all reasonable, seemingly for Huang Rong's sake, prioritizing her comfort and the efficiency of her treatment, which made it difficult for Huang Rong to refuse him outright.

The phrase "suffering terribly" in particular struck at her deepest, most hidden pain.

Each contact with the rough fabric caused extra irritation and discomfort...

Huang Rong was torn between her inner thoughts and her own conscience.

Reason told her that she should never touch this object of unknown origin.

But the memory of physical exhaustion and the fear of countless "detoxifications" to come caused a fragile wavering in her heart.

Perhaps... perhaps it really is as he said, just an auxiliary item made of a special material?

If only it could reduce some of the pain...

Seeing her silence and her eyelashes trembling violently, Yang Guo knew she was wavering.

He said no more and picked up the black stocking.

He walked to the side and even put it on his own arm to demonstrate.

The thin, black silk clung tightly to his arms, outlining their lines without feeling taut.

On the contrary, as he slightly circulated his internal energy, a faint light seemed to flow across the surface of the silk, making it appear quite mystical.

"Aunt Guo, please take a look. This item is extremely elastic, breathable, and lightweight, and will not restrict the flow of qi and blood."

Yang Guo demonstrated it with natural movements, as if he were simply introducing a tool that would be beneficial for practicing martial arts.

Huang Rong caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye, and her surprise grew even greater.

The fit and sheen of this object were indeed unlike any fabric she had ever seen.

Moreover... when worn on the arm, it doesn't seem as "unbearable" as I imagined; instead, it has a strange... sense of harmony?

As if possessed, she asked in a low voice, "Then... what did the merchant say about how to wear this?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them, her cheeks burning as if on fire.

Doesn't this imply that you're admitting you're considering trying it on?