Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

The woman's eyes were filled with tenderness, and her pitiful appearance made Chen Feng momentarily dazed, stirring ripples in his heart.

Upon hearing the system notification, Chen Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Allure?

Is this person in front of him bewitching him?

Chen Feng's vigilance suddenly increased.

He had never seen any martial arts technique that could bewitch others.

Noticing Chen Feng's gaze, the woman trembled slightly and slowly raised her head. Her almond-shaped eyes, filled with moisture, met Chen Feng's gaze first.

Her eyes drooped softly at the corners, her pupils were covered with a thin layer of tears, the tip of her nose was slightly red, and her lips were gently pursed.

His timid appearance, showing both shock and forced composure, was truly pitiful to behold.

"Young master... thanks to you, I was able to get rid of He Hu..." As she spoke, the woman slowly walked towards Chen Feng.

Halfway there, seemingly in pain in her ankle, she cried out softly and slumped towards Chen Feng.

She was about to throw herself into Chen Feng's arms.

Chen Feng twisted his body to avoid the woman, letting her fall to the ground with a "thud".

woman:"……"

【Resist charm】

[Experience +50]

The system further confirmed Chen Feng's guess—this woman was neither honest nor simple.

"Young master..."

After the woman fell to the ground, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes half-closed, and her long, wet eyelashes trembled, each tremor feeling like a brush against the heart.

Despite her frail and helpless appearance, her eyes held a faint, alluring softness when she looked at Chen Feng, carrying an almost imperceptible seductive charm.

However, Chen Feng wasn't buying it. His expression remained calm as he said indifferently:

"You'd better put away that act and explain your identity, or I'll have to take action."

Upon hearing Chen Feng's words, the woman's smile froze on her face.

She dared not look directly at Chen Feng, her gaze timidly falling on his blood-stained fist before quickly shifting away, a hint of fear in her eyes, yet she spoke softly:

"I am Li Xunfang. Thank you so much, young master, for slaying the villain and saving my life..."

"Young master's martial arts are superb, but... the fight was intense just now, you must be tired?"

Li Xunfang's clothes were half-open, revealing glimpses of her spring.

[Continuously captivated...]

While Chen Feng was distracted, she immediately looked up to meet his gaze. Her long, narrow eyes seemed to hold peach blossoms, and her voice was as soft as silk.

"Young master, you must be tired, please rest."

At the same time, a fox tail slowly emerged from under her dress, swaying gently in Chen Feng's blind spot, emitting a faint, exotic fragrance.

It's so sweet it's dizzying.

After her earlier fake fall, she was only three feet away from Chen Feng, and the sweet fragrance instantly became several times stronger, penetrating her nostrils.

Chen Feng felt his head begin to feel heavy, his eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably, and some illusory beautiful dreams even vaguely appeared in his mind.

Women, money, power...

[Psychological Charm]

[Experience +100]

Chen Feng felt a chill run down his spine, suddenly realizing the danger; this level of allure was already seriously affecting his mind.

Without any hesitation.

Chen Feng bit his tongue, and the sweet, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. The stinging sensation instantly sobered him up.

"You're asking for it!"

With a loud shout, Chen Feng took a wrong step and shot out like an arrow.

Accompanied by a low growl.

He gathered all the blood and energy in his body into his right foot, and like an unstoppable thunderbolt, he kicked the woman solidly in the abdomen.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Li Xunfang's beautiful face instantly twisted, her originally alluring charm turning into a ferocious expression.

She was kicked into the air by the immense force of the kick, flying like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The enchanting illusion then completely collapsed.

Chen Feng also took this opportunity to see the fox tail behind the woman.

It's a demon!

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed.

This was the first time he had ever seen a demon. He never expected that the charm technique this demon possessed was so powerful that it could actually affect a martial artist who had undergone internal energy tempering.

After that kick, Chen Feng knew that the person in front of him, no, this demon, had a physical strength that was even weaker than that of a Bone Forging Realm martial artist.

Chen Feng wouldn't hesitate to kill someone, let alone a fox demon.

Chen Feng gave her no chance to catch her breath, following her like a shadow, and charged forward with a punch in his hand.

"Wait! You dare to kill me! I am..." The woman's expression changed drastically, her face filled with disbelief.

Bang!

Chen Feng didn't listen to any nonsense.

He threw a punch.

With a deafening explosion, the fox-tailed woman's head exploded, her body lost its energy support, billowing black smoke, and finally she became a headless fox.

Chen Feng withdrew his hand, coldly staring at the fox's corpse on the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

Instead, he was thinking about whether he should spend some time skinning the fox, since demon pelts might fetch a higher price.

After much deliberation.

Chen Feng decided to first check out other parts of the mountain stronghold and loot them, since the fox pelts took up too much space and he might not be able to carry them all.

First was the main room where He Hu lived.

Chen Feng only managed to loot some silver notes and a martial arts manual called "Shaking Mountain Axe," which was likely the technique He Hu practiced.

The rest were antiques and expensive furniture, which looked like they had been stolen. Chen Feng didn't plan to take them with him; it would be too much trouble.

Upon entering the wooden hut previously guarded by two Blood Refinement Realm experts, one finds that the ground is not paved with wooden planks, but rather has a downward passageway.

Standing inside the wooden house, looking at the open passage, Chen Feng didn't go down immediately. Instead, he ran around and explored the surrounding area again.

After confirming that there was no one else in the stronghold except himself, Chen Feng stepped into the passage.

As soon as he stepped into the passage, before he had even taken a few steps down the stairs, he could faintly hear sounds coming from below.

anyone?

Chen Feng frowned, guessing that the people below were probably prisoners captured by the bandits.

No wonder we didn't find a single person during the search.

At the end of the passage was a small, secret room, which was further divided into several separate areas resembling prison cells by iron bars.

You can smell a strong stench as soon as you enter.

The stench of the excrement mixed with the sour smell of expired, fermenting food was very pungent.

Several women were slumped in the corner. When they saw Chen Feng enter, they trembled and shrank back further.

The most conspicuous thing was a bald head.

He was separated from several women by iron bars and was alone by himself.

The bald man had ordination scars on his head, so he was probably a monk. As soon as he saw Chen Feng, he shouted, "That's a monster! Don't believe her! She really is a monster!"

"You've all been bewitched!"

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow. It seemed this monk knew the inside story, so he stepped forward and asked:

"What do you know?"

The monk's eyes lit up, a gleam of excitement flashing within them, as if he were thrilled that someone was finally willing to listen to him. He immediately launched into a torrent of words, like spitting out beans:

"That woman isn't Li Xunfang at all! Li Xunfang died long ago! And she wasn't this beautiful! She's a fox demon in disguise! She knows bewitching arts! If you don't kill her, you'll all be eaten alive sooner or later!"

The monk became very emotional, and it was as if he had opened a floodgate of words, talking non-stop.

Chen Feng listened for a long time before finally finding an opportunity to interject: "Then do you know how I should resist temptation?"

"I know! Of course I know!"

Seemingly afraid that Chen Feng wouldn't believe him, the monk quickly took out a book from his pocket and handed it over across the cell.

Chen Feng took it, his gaze sweeping over the cover—"The Pure Heart Sutra".

Then he opened the book and quickly skimmed through the beginning, until the system announced successful data collection.

[The Pure Heart Sutra]: 0/100

Buddhist mind teachings?

Chen Feng looked at the monk suspiciously. Surely he couldn't still be thinking about proselytizing at a time like this?