I let you tame beasts, and you've already formed a contract with your stunningly beautiful mast

After Xie Wuwang left.

Nangong Wan finally recovered slightly from the oppressive feeling she had just experienced.

The burning heat emanating from my waist.

It easily pierced through the thin disciple's robes, burning her heart and making her feel flustered.

"Junior Brother Cao," Nangong Wan murmured softly, her voice trembling violently.

"Does Peak Master Xie... have some kind of grudge against me?"

Cao Kun withdrew his gaze, looked down at the voluptuous and mature body in his arms, and let out a cold laugh.

"Dissatisfied? How could he be dissatisfied with you? He's extremely satisfied with you, he's practically drooling over you."

"I wish I could take you back to Cloud Rain Peak right now, lock you in a secret room, and give you guidance every single hour of the day."

Cao Kun deliberately emphasized the word "point out".

However, it did not elaborate on the matter of the Holy Body of Reincarnation.

This thing is so rare that talking about it would only increase her psychological burden.

A few gentle reminders to keep her on the edge of her seat will suffice.

"Senior Sister Nangong, you've spent over a decade in the outer sect's scripture pavilion. You must have seen plenty of the sect's shady dealings in the records."

"Xie Wuwang has been stuck at the early Nascent Soul stage for hundreds of years. His bone age is declining, and his qi and blood are depleted. With normal cultivation, his life will come to an end."

Nangong Wan was taken aback.

Xie Wuwang's anxious demeanor just now, combined with Cao Kun's reminder, made him realize the importance of this.

It caused a fine layer of cold sweat to seep from her back.

"He...he wants to use me as a furnace?"

"So, should I still go to Cloud Rain Peak?"

Nangong Wan was completely at a loss.

Xie Wuwang was, after all, the master of a peak, and in name, she was already his personal disciple.

"Go ahead, why not?" Cao Kun raised an eyebrow.

"A high-level cave dwelling delivered right to my door, free cultivation resources—why not take it?"

"But..." Nangong Wan's heart tightened, "What if he forces himself on me..."

"Don't worry, your cultivation has just broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage, and your realm is still unstable."

"That old dog shouldn't make a move against you anytime soon."

That being said, Cao Kun would not place the initiative in the hands of the enemy.

Nangong Wan's current cultivation level is too low; she must have absolute means of survival.

With a thought, Cao Kun's consciousness sank into the system.

[Host's current task points balance: 16100]

Search for space-related survival items.

The list refreshed and showed a whole row of glittering gold items.

Cao Kun's gaze quickly settled on one of them.

[Superior Space Teleportation Talisman: Price: 2000 Mission Points]

It can ignore any array or blockade.

When the holder is in danger, it will be automatically triggered, instantly teleporting the user to a one-meter radius around the host.

[Note: Disposable consumable.]

Upon seeing the price tag, Cao Kun's lips twitched.

The system is really shady; they dare to sell a single-use talisman for 2,000 points.

Despite his complaints, Cao Kun did not hesitate for a moment.

The purpose of earning mission points is to spend them.

Compared to Nangong Wan's safety, this investment is nothing!

[Ding! 2000 mission points consumed, exchange successful.]

[Remaining mission points: 14100.]

Cao Kun flipped his wrist, and a dark gold talisman appeared in his palm.

The talisman paper is made of ordinary material, but it is engraved with many intricate micro-arrays.

The spiritual energy emanating from it even caused a slight distortion in the air between the two people.

Although Nangong Wan's cultivation level was not high, she had spent more than ten years in the Scripture Pavilion and had extraordinary knowledge.

He had already thoroughly mastered all kinds of talismanic texts.

She only glanced at it and could tell that the item was of an incredibly high grade.

It must be at least a top-grade spatial talisman of the fifth rank or higher!

Moreover, the pattern of the array was extremely strange, a unique style that she had never seen in any ancient book.

"Take it."

Cao Kun shoved the dark gold talisman directly into Nangong Wan's hand.

"This is a top-grade spatial teleportation talisman."

"You don't need to activate your spiritual power to cooperate; it will automatically activate whenever you are in danger."

"Even if Xie Wuwang completely seals off the entire space of Yunyu Peak, this talisman can instantly teleport you directly to my side."

Nangong Wan looked down at the dark gold talisman in her palm, her fingertips trembling slightly uncontrollably.

She wasted twenty years in the outer sect, which damaged her spirit and made her look haggard.

Everyone looked at her with pity or disgust, and she didn't even have a single close friend to talk to.

Only the man in front of me.

When he was at his lowest point, she only gave him a few packets of cheap tonics and occasionally said a few words of comfort.

But what about him?

First, he took out a Grade 5 Concentrating Spirit Pill without hesitation, which healed her twenty-year-old injury and helped her break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

Now, for her sake, he publicly defied and threatened a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Even after realizing the danger, they arranged her escape route so meticulously.

Nangong Wan pressed the talisman tightly to her chest, nodded vigorously, and her voice was choked with emotion.

"I've got it."

Having resolved the security issue, Cao Kun turned to look at the few people peeking out of the palace gate.

"Get in here, all of you."

Manager Zhang shuddered and quickly led the other four managers into the main hall, where they scrambled and tumbled, and stood in a neat row.

Cao Kun pointed to Nangong Wan beside him.

"From today onwards, Senior Sister Nangong will be the head steward of the Pill Pavilion."

"All accounts, the stock of spiritual herbs, personnel scheduling, and even the fate of the outer sect servants must be reported to her."

Cao Kun's gaze swept over the five people, and his voice turned cold.

"Who would dare to outwardly comply but inwardly defy, or play any tricks on the accounts?"

He paused, then pointed to the pool of blood that Fatty Li had vomited on the ground.

"That fat guy just now is what will happen to you. Do you understand?"

Manager Zhang was covered in cold sweat, his knees buckled and he knelt down, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Understood! We will obey Elder Cao's orders! We will follow Chief Steward Nangong's lead in everything!"

The other four quickly knelt down to express their agreement, fearing that if they were even a second late, Cao Kun would slap them into a pulp.

Cao Kun withdrew his gaze and looked at Nangong Wan.

"Senior sister, I'm leaving this mess of the Pill Pavilion to you."

"You've managed the files in the library, so you're more familiar with this kind of inventory and verification than I am."

"Those who need to be liquidated will be liquidated, and those who need to be replaced will be replaced. If there are any troublemakers who don't listen to orders, just give me the list, and I'll handle it."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Nangong Wan put away her previous weakness and helplessness and nodded slightly.

She knew that Cao Kun was trying to establish his authority over her.

After explaining everything.

Cao Kun patted his butt and prepared to leave.

He emptied the core database of Class A, leaving only some tedious inventory work.

He was itching to go and visit Baihua Peak as soon as possible.

Go find that little maid, Liu Rumeng, and relax.

Just imagine her frustrated state, wanting to kill but unable to control her body.

Cao Kun felt great.

Nangong Wan stood in the center of the main hall, watching Cao Kun's departing figure, and opened her mouth.

She seemed to want to call him back and give him a few more instructions, but she didn't know what position to take when she spoke.

In the end, he could only sigh helplessly and swallow the words that were about to come out.

Just then.

Deep within Nangong Wan's consciousness, a voice rang out without warning.

The voice was exactly the same as hers, but it lacked any of her usual gentleness.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch him leave?"

Nangong Wan was slightly taken aback.

She was familiar with that voice.

For the past twenty years, whenever she was in unbearable pain, or when her spirits were at their lowest and her will was at its weakest, she would do so.

This sound occasionally pops up.

She originally thought that after taking the fifth-grade Mind-Concentrating Pill and completely healing her soul trauma, the auditory hallucination would disappear.

Unexpectedly, it not only didn't disappear, but became countless times clearer than before.

It was as if he had fully woken up, and he spoke directly to her.

"You...you're talking nonsense. Junior Brother Cao has important business to attend to," Nangong Wan retorted in her heart.

"Important matter?"

The voice sneered wildly in her mind, directly interrupting her.

"What could be more important than you?"

"With your pathetic, submissive, and grateful attitude, who can you possibly keep?"

Can a man's heart be filled with gratitude?

Nangong Wan clenched her fists inwardly:

"Junior Brother Cao has done me an immense favor. I'm content as long as I can help him manage the Pill Pavilion and watch him from afar. I can't have any unrealistic expectations—"

"idiot!"

The voice coldly cursed.

"A debt of gratitude is a debt of gratitude, and a man is a man. Do you think that if you hide in the background and play the role of a virtuous wife, he'll pay you more attention?"

"With someone as domineering and outstanding as him, how could he not have a few female confidantes?"

"That late-stage Golden Core elder from Lianxiang Peak, and that girl with the top-grade Ice Spirit Physique, aren't they always fawning over him?"

"What makes you think you're any different from them?"

Nangong Wan's face turned pale and then red after hearing these words, and the words of rebuttal stuck in her throat, unable to come out at all.

She really couldn't refute it.

Compared to Yu Linglong and Leng Qingyue, she, who came from an outer sect manager background, seemed so insignificant in terms of both cultivation and status.

"Nangong Wan, wake up!"

"Men are like that; if you don't take the initiative, sooner or later he'll treat you like a roadside weed, and he'll never transplant you into a flowerpot and carefully nurture you."

"He's ours, don't let him go!"

As those words, like a spell, fell...

A captivating glint suddenly flashed in Nangong Wan's clear and gentle eyes.

Immediately afterwards, his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic change.

Her delicate and gentle face remained unchanged.

But her slightly raised chin and the undeniable allure and arrogance between her brows...

But it made her feel like she had a completely different soul.

At this moment, Cao Kun's figure was about to step out of the last archway of the Dan Pavilion courtyard.

"Junior Brother Cao, wait!"

Nangong Wan called out to Cao Kun.

The voice was still hers.

But his tone was completely devoid of the politeness, restraint, and gentleness he used to have.

Cao Kun frowned slightly, stopped, and turned around suspiciously.

In the center of the main hall.

Nangong Wan was standing with one hand on her hip, staring at him with a half-smile.

For some reason, Cao Kun always felt that the person standing there now...

She no longer seems to be the gentle and elegant Senior Sister Nangong.