Chapter 1057: Chapter 1046: You Believe This Too?
Inside the mountain.
The clearing was brightly lit, as bright as midday.
Jian Lanchun, with a graceful figure, had eyes full of allure. Her jade-like fingers gently caressed Ning Fan’s cheek, her body leaning tightly against him.
She appeared to be lost in passion, while Ning Fan’s expression was utterly bewildered, like a fierce beast stumbling into a labyrinth full of clouds and mist, completely trapped, unable to move or struggle.
Jian Lanchun’s other hand, out of Ning Fan’s line of sight, slowly lifted, as True Yuan surged between her fingers, with an imposing aura, steadily approaching Ning Fan’s back.
“Don’t move, a servant must be self-aware, any word I say, you are not to defy.”
Jian Lanchun noticed the struggle in Ning Fan’s eyes and spoke again, continuously using illusion techniques in an attempt to trap Ning Fan in the mental trap she had woven.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered such a powerful Martial Cultivator, controlling you seems impossible, I can only kill you and then absorb your martial prowess!”
A gleam of joy flashed in Jian Lanchun’s eyes as she licked her lips involuntarily.
She could even smell the sweet scent of Ning Fan’s thick True Yuan.
“Crack!”
Just as Jian Lanchun’s fingers, filled with sharp energy, were about to press on Ning Fan’s back, a crisp sound resonated, accompanied by piercing pain.
A sliver of pain flashed between Jian Lanchun’s brows, as she could no longer maintain her illusion technique, letting out a soft cry, her body rapidly retreated.
Though regretful, she knew in her heart, this cultivator before her… was already awake!
“Trying to leave?”
Ning Fan’s True Yuan instantly shifted from stillness to a boil, he lunged forward, moving faster than expected!
A kick landed on Jian Lanchun’s flat abdomen, Ning Fan harbored no thoughts of sparing beauty, grabbing Jian Lanchun’s left arm, already disrupted by his surprise attack, his fingers applying slight force, True Qi seeped in.
“Stop… please stop, you’re hurting me.”
Jian Lanchun felt the overwhelming pressure of Ning Fan’s True Qi, her eyes instantly turned red as she sat on the ground like a helpless bird, looking at Ning Fan with pitiful eyes.
“I can give you anything you want, spare me, won’t you?”
Jian Lanchun said, biting her lip, her gaze gradually becoming disoriented.
“Slap!”
A crisp slap sounded.
What greeted her was Ning Fan’s hand raised high.
Seeing Jian Lanchun’s tender white cheek rapidly swell, Ning Fan snorted coldly and said, “The illusion technique that failed just now, you still expect to control me with it? How naive, woman.”
“How… how did you manage to block my illusion technique?”
Jian Lanchun was completely taken aback.
Earlier, when Ning Fan suddenly counterattacked, she thought it was her eagerness to kill him that activated this powerful cultivator’s self-defense mechanism.
But from what Ning Fan just said, it seemed he was never caught, merely playing along with her the entire time.
Ning Fan looked at the shocked face of Jian Lanchun, the corners of his mouth slightly curling up, he lifted her chin with his fingers, chuckling, “It’s not that your illusion technique isn’t good enough, it’s just that you’re not pretty enough to captivate me.”
“Impossible!”
For the first time, a look of shame and anger appeared on Jian Lanchun’s face.
Calling her unattractive was even more infuriating than saying her illusion technique was poorly cultivated!
“Do you think you’re very pretty? Hand over the Nine Souls Jade and I’ll let you go. You can continue to be ravishing and attract whomever you wish.”
Ning Fan ran his fingers over Jian Lanchun’s face, savoring the gentle sensation of her delicate skin, sneering, “If you refuse, your face will bear countless scars, like this rough mountain wall.”
“Nine Souls Jade…”
Jian Lanchun’s expression showed intense struggle, but Ning Fan seemed to lack the patience.
Without waiting for her to speak, Ning Fan’s True Qi flowed from his fingertips, slashing across Jian Lanchun’s cheek.
Scars made by True Qi can’t be concealed by any means, they would become Jian Lanchun’s lifelong scars.
“Stop, I’ll give you the Nine Souls Jade.”
Ultimately unable to withstand severe fear, Jian Lanchun said, biting her lip, “But you must promise me, spare me, and cause me no harm.”
“Of course, my only target is the Nine Souls Jade.”
Ning Fan chuckled lightly, saying, “Besides, you’re so beautiful, I’d be heartbroken if I hurt you.”
“Hateful…”
Jian Lanchun’s eyes brimmed with allure, though she didn’t dare use an illusion technique on Ning Fan again, she believed her own charisma was enough to keep Ning Fan’s attention.
Her ample bosom slightly lifted, Jian Lanchun, without a hint of shyness, directly tore open the thin black gauze on her.
Amidst those lofty peaks, the Nine Souls Jade was tied with a red string, resting quietly on Jian Lanchun’s chest.
“If you want it, come get it yourself.”
Jian Lanchun said alluringly, biting her lips.
At this moment, Ning Fan had one hand lifting her chin, while restraining her injured arm with the other.
If Ning Fan wanted to maintain this balance, he couldn’t use his hand to take the Nine Souls Jade.
“Hehe, nothing I’d rather do.”
Ning Fan seemed to have no hesitation, his hands remained still as he lowered himself, burying his head between the two towering peaks.
At this moment, a secretive hint of triumph flashed in Jian Lanchun’s eyes.
She had won!
On her inner garments, she had applied her specially concocted Soul Confusing Fragrance, and her earlier seductive words were merely to lure Ning Fan into a trap.
“Hehe, no matter how strong your spiritual power is, you’re just another lustful man.”
Jian Lanchun counted secretly in her mind, waiting for Ning Fan to faint.
Ten seconds passed…
Half a minute passed…
Ning Fan bit the Nine Souls Jade, lightly tugged, breaking the red string.
Standing upright, Ning Fan looked at Jian Lanchun’s tightly furrowed brow and smiled, “Are you waiting for something?”
“Ah… no.”
Panic flickered across Jian Lanchun’s face, forcing a smile, “Now that you have the Nine Souls Jade, can you let me go? My hand is bruised from your grip.”
“Sorry, no can do.”
Ning Fan laughed coldly, his gaze suddenly sullen, True Qi surged from within him, crushing Jian Lanchun with overwhelming force.
“You deceived me!”
Jian Lanchun was shocked, tried to struggle, but was hindered by the realm suppression Ning Fan exerted, unable to muster any effective resistance.
“Heh, you believe a man’s word? That’s a bit too foolish.”
Ning Fan’s palm struck Jian Lanchun’s full bosom, precisely severing her heart meridian.