I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Time seemed to slow down. He could see the rise and fall of Fu Wanqing's shoulders with each breath, see every subtle change in her eyes, and predict which direction she would move in next.

He took a step forward, a very light step, but in Fu Wanqing's vision, Gu Yan's figure suddenly became blurry.

It wasn't that the speed increased, but rather that the scene before her eyes appeared double.

Three Gu Yans simultaneously swung their swords from three different directions, each with a different trajectory.

One slashed at her shoulder, one swept towards her side, and one thrust straight at her from the front.

Fu Wanqing's pupils contracted slightly; she couldn't tell which one was real.

In that instant of hesitation, the real blade slipped through the gap in her defenses, its tip precisely positioned below her collarbone.

She quickly dodged to the side, but her collar had already been slashed open by the blade. Having landed a successful blow, Gu Yan didn't linger and immediately retreated to create distance.

Fu Wanqing looked down at the tear in her collar, then looked up and smiled.

"That was an interesting move of yours; I almost didn't see through it."

After she finished speaking, she launched her first offensive.

Her body shot towards Gu Yan like a pink cannonball, twice as fast as before.

He struck him in the chest with a palm, the force of the blow carrying a scorching heat.

This palm strike looked simple and brutal, but its attack range was astonishingly large, compressing the air and producing a muffled sound.

Gu Yan quickly parried with her sword, but the blade was struck by her palm, causing his hand to go numb. He was knocked back three or four steps before regaining his footing.

The force of her palm strike was far greater than the power she had displayed during her defense.

Then her attacks came one after another, her palm strikes becoming increasingly fierce and fast.

Her body seemed to be completely unaffected; every palm strike was delivered with full force, and every footstep could crack the stone slabs.

Gu Yan retreated while blocking, her Emotional Eyes swirling wildly deep within her pupils.

He continuously created illusory clones within her palm shadows, each illusion appearing before him only to be shattered by her palm strike.

Taking advantage of the moment when the illusion held her back, his real body slashed down from the side.

Fu Wanqing was forced into a passive position by this knife. Although she was not afraid of the blade, Gu Yan's knife always appeared precisely in the most uncomfortable position for her.

She simply stopped defending and went on the offensive, throwing a punch directly at Gu Yan's face.

The punch was powerful and heavy, and the air itself seemed to whistle as it was thrown.

Gu Yan tilted her head back to dodge, her body almost folded at a ninety-degree angle. At the same time, she flicked her wrist, and the Demon-Suppressing Blade slashed diagonally upwards from below.

The angle of the cut was extremely tricky, striking Fu Wanqing's wrist squarely.

Fu Wanqing's wrist was slightly raised after being chopped, but she didn't even flinch.

He grabbed the back of the knife with his other hand and used the force to pull Gu Yan sharply in front of him.

Gu Yan was pulled forward by this force, and the distance between the two of them was instantly stretched to the limit.

Gu Yan's first reaction was to loosen the handle of the knife and back away.

But as soon as he let go, Fu Wanqing flung the Demon-Suppressing Blade to the side, and the blade spun and embedded itself in the trunk of the old locust tree next to them.

Then she reached out her other hand and grabbed Gu Yan's wrist, pinning him to the spot.

She was incredibly strong; her fingers gripping his wrist were like a steel lock, impossible to break free from no matter how hard he tried.

She gently placed her other hand on Gu Yan's chest, her palm resting on his heart.

A pink glow emanated from her palm, as warm as a spring breeze, but the pressure of her hand on his hand served as a reminder to him.

She has already won.

"Your pulse is so fast, is it because you're using up too much of your superpowers?"

Her voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

"Her breath carried a faint peach scent, which brushed against Gu Yan's chin, making it feel warm and ticklish."

Gu Yan looked down at her; the two were so close that there was almost no space between them.

His eyelashes almost touched the stray hairs hanging down her forehead.

Her eyelashes were long, trembling gently in the morning light, and his face was reflected in her amber eyes.

There was laughter in it, but something else; some deeper, more profound emotion was slowly surging beneath that laughter.

She didn't loosen her grip on his wrist, nor did she loosen her grip on his chest; instead, she moved a little closer.

The girl's toes touched the tips of his shoes, and she tilted her head back, her lips very, very close to his.

Gu Yan was so close that he could feel the thin layer of moisture on her lips; so close that if he lowered his head slightly, their lips would touch.

Her eyes were half-closed, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and she seemed to be being pulled forward by some force.

Just then, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

"Is Mr. Gu here? Someone outside is looking for you; it's a guest who made an appointment before."

The sound pierced through the archway and the hydrangea bushes, like a bucket of cold water being poured over one's head.

Fu Wanqing seemed to be startled awake by the sound. She abruptly released her grip on Gu Yan's wrist, took a big step back, and her heels made a crisp sound as they hit the stone pavement.

Her face flushed red starting from her ears, but she quickly took a deep breath and suppressed the blush.

She patted non-existent dust off her hands, bent down to pick up the hair tie that had fallen to the ground, and retied her loose long hair into a ponytail.

"Master Gu is quite impressive. His superpowers probably haven't been awakened for very long."

Her voice returned to normal, her tone light and cheerful, as if she were commenting on a dish she had just tasted.

She walked to the old locust tree, reached out and pulled the demon-suppressing knife nailed to the trunk, gently turned the blade in her hand, and handed it back to Gu Yan.

"Reaching this level is already quite impressive."

"If I'm not careful, I might fall into your trap too."

Gu Yan stood there, watching Fu Wanqing hand the Demon-Suppressing Blade back to her.

The hilt of the knife still retained the warmth of her palm, and his fingertips tightened slightly when he took it.

For a moment just now, he really thought Fu Wanqing was going to kiss him. Her beautiful face was so close that he could feel her warm breath on his lips.

Fortunately, the shout from outside came in time, otherwise he really wouldn't know what to do.

However, that battle just now gave him a clearer understanding of Fu Wanqing's strength.

Her A-level rating is absolutely genuine, with top-notch self-healing and healing abilities, coupled with her almost indestructible physique.

If her attack power were stronger, she would definitely be exceptionally rated as S-class by the Superpower Association.

This suddenly reminded him of the time in that restaurant when Shen Youyao's second personality, Shen Youwei, had provoked Fu Wanqing.

At that time, Fu Wanqing just laughed it off and showed no intention of making a move.

Based on the strength she just demonstrated, she could easily fight Shen Youwei without revealing her true abilities.

But she just endured it. Was it because she simply didn't want to make a fuss, or was she deliberately hiding something?