Chapter 8: The Enchanting Fox Spirit's Body

Han Yang faced the lackeys charging toward him. Before they could even react, they felt a powerful suction force pinning them firmly in place, rendering them unable to move.

"Mystical Bird of Destiny, Devour!"

Han Yang whispered internally. A black vortex emerged behind him, exuding an unsettling and heart-palpitating aura. The lackeys watched in terror as their cultivation levels drained away at a visible rate, pulled into the swirling darkness. Like deflated balloons, they collapsed onto the ground, their faces deathly pale.

Zhao Tianba stood by, dumbfounded, his jaw nearly hitting the floor. He never imagined Han Yang could be this formidable, disposing of his henchmen with such ease.

"This... this brat... he swings both ways?!"

Zhao Tianba was gripped by horror. He suddenly recalled the rumors circulating in the sect about Han Yang and the Sect Master, Li Xueqing, and couldn't help but shiver. Were those rumors true? Had this Han Yang not only charmed the Sect Master but also practiced some wicked, heretical arts?

Just then, a system notification chimed in Han Yang's mind:
[Host has devoured 20 years of cultivation from the Mountain Village Wild Dog Spirit.]
[Host has devoured 50 years of cultivation from the Mang Village Wild Boar Spirit.]
[Host has devoured 30 years of cultivation from the Drunken Monkey Spirit.]
...
The continuous stream of notifications filled Han Yang with ecstatic joy. He hadn't expected these lackeys to possess such abundant cultivation.

"200 years of cultivation! Mid-stage Golden Core!"

Han Yang was thrilled, feeling his power surge and sensing an inexhaustible reservoir of strength. Observing the powerful aura radiating from Han Yang, Zhao Tianba's face turned even uglier. He realized he had kicked an iron plate and feared that if he stayed any longer, he would be drained dry.

"Han Yang, just you wait!"

Zhao Tianba spat out a threat and turned to run, bolting faster than a rabbit. Han Yang smiled dismissively, making no move to pursue. He was in a great mood and couldn't be bothered to haggle with such a minor character.

Ye Lingyin stood nearby, watching as Han Yang easily defeated Zhao Tianba and his men, her eyes filled with strange, complex emotions. For a young demoness in her prime, who could possibly resist such heroism?

Ye Lingyin walked up to Han Yang. "Elder Han, thank you for your help today. Lingyin is deeply grateful."

Han Yang looked at the delicate beauty before him, feeling secretly delighted. "It’s a small matter, just helping those in need when encountering injustice. No need for such formality, young lady; just call me Han Yang."

"Ha... Han Yang." Ye Lingyin’s pretty face flushed slightly, and she bit her lower lip. "I... I am dull of aptitude. I wonder if I might ask Han Yang for some guidance?"

Hearing this, Han Yang was overjoyed. How could he refuse such a gift delivered to his door?

"Of course! I am the most capable... and most helpful Protector of the Blissful Immortal Sect."

He reached out, gently lifting a strand of hair falling over Ye Lingyin's chest, twirling it between his fingertips and savoring its softness. "Your aptitude is not dull, young lady; you simply lack proper guidance. I see that your constitution is extraordinary, a rare talent for cultivation. However, the path of cultivation is vast and profound; without the guidance of a master, it is easy to go astray."

Feeling the warmth of Han Yang’s fingertips, Ye Lingyin trembled slightly, the blush on her cheeks deepening. She looked up, shyly meeting his gaze, and whispered, "Please, Protector, enlighten me."

"Say no more, say no more." Han Yang’s lips curled into a grin as he thought to himself: "Enlightenment, naturally, is best given 'hand-in-hand'."

He took her soft, boneless hand, and a warm current flowed from his palm, sending ripples through his heart. "Young lady, let us find a quiet place where I can explain the mysteries of cultivation to you in detail."

...

The pair wandered over to a flashy gate. On the plaque were four bold, flamboyant characters: "First Protector!" Next to it was a small, tattered sign that read: "Male demons and middle-aged hags (over 300 years old) knock first!"

Han Yang pushed open the gate, leading Ye Lingyin by the hand through a flower-lined path to an exquisite pavilion. Skipping all tedious formalities, they went straight to the main subject.

Han Yang’s warm breath brushed against Ye Lingyin’s ear, a tingling sensation that made her heart race uncontrollably. His broad palm enveloped her slender hand, guiding her to feel the flow of spiritual energy within her body.

"Inhale, feel the spiritual energy surging from your dantian, flowing along your meridians..." Han Yang’s low, magnetic voice echoed in her ear.

Ye Lingyin struggled to follow his instructions, slowly inhaling and feeling the surrounding spiritual energy gradually gather in her dantian. A cool sensation flowed through her body, bringing her immense comfort.

"Exhale, purge the impurities from within..."

Under his guidance, she slowly exhaled, feeling her body become much lighter. During this "guidance," Han Yang’s fingers brushed across the back of her hand, the delicate sensation stirring his heart. Her skin was as smooth as fine silk, carrying a faint, lingering fragrance that left him somewhat distracted.

He gently rubbed her palm, feeling its warmth. "Han Yang... your... your hand..." Ye Lingyin panted, her eyes dazed.

Han Yang smiled wickedly. "Don't be nervous; I’m just clearing your meridians. Come, relax, take a deep breath..." As he spoke, his hand slid down her waist, coming to rest on her full, rounded hips, kneading them gently.

"Ah..." Ye Lingyin let out a soft moan, her body trembling. Her breathing grew rapid, and she clung to Han Yang as if he were the last straw for a drowning person. Her sounds grew louder, from initial suppression to eventual abandonment. Finally, they crossed the final boundary.

Just as Han Yang was immersed in their union, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind:

[Ding! Special constitution detected—Charming Fox Physique! The Charming Fox Physique is a superior furnace; for every minute the host remains in union with her, you gain one year of cultivation!]

Han Yang’s movements paused abruptly, followed by a surge of frantic joy. The Charming Fox Physique—a once-in-ten-thousand-years, top-tier furnace! He had only intended to take advantage of her for fun; he never expected such an unexpected windfall!

"Hahaha, heaven truly helps me!" Han Yang laughed internally and immediately quickened his pace.

During their union, Ye Lingyin felt a strange power being drawn out of her body by Han Yang, while another force flowed back in return. This power was warm and potent, making her feel incredibly comfortable, yet strangely uneasy. However, she was already overwhelmed by desire, incapable of thinking, let alone resisting.

"Han Yang... I... I feel so good..." she murmured intermittently, her body trembling like a willow in the wind.

Han Yang, like an insatiable glutton, greedily devoured Ye Lingyin’s essence. Time ticked away; the scenery outside the pavilion shifted from day to night, then back to day again.

Finally, Han Yang ended this "cultivation" session, thoroughly satisfied. His internal cultivation surged as if breaking through some shackle, reaching 1,000 years. Ye Lingyin lay limp in his arms, drained of all strength, as if every ounce of her essence had been sucked dry.