Chapter Fifteen: The Power of Attributes
Should I return? Lin Yuan mused, lounging in the risqué world’s comfort. He could remain here, safe and indulgent, but a flicker of vengeance stirred within. With the chance to upgrade his Hypnosis attribute to gold-tier, he could exact revenge for a century of captivity, bending Gu Qinghuan to his will, making her taste domination and humiliation. The thought sent a thrill through him. A few more years of playing along, and she’s mine. Resolving to return, he activated his Two Realms attribute, stepping through a spatial vortex back to the forbidden grounds.
Barely had he steadied himself when a potent aura approached. His heart tightened. “It’s her…” he muttered, expecting Gu Qinghuan. But instead, Yun Qinyue, clutching a token, breached the wards and appeared outside the glazed palace. Her divine sense swept over him, pinpointing his location on the top floor. She ascended swiftly, her gaze locking onto him.
“Such… celestial grace!” she gasped, awestruck. Lin Yuan’s aloof deanour, like a frost-kissed plum blossom, exuded an untouchable elegance. Even Yun Qinyue, seasoned by years of cultivation, felt her heart quiver, a mortal’s lust for beauty stirring within her. This was no fault of hers but the effect of Lin Yuan’s Charm (Purple) attribute. At her Golden Core stage, she was powerless against its allure.
Lin Yuan’s striking features, enhanced by the purple-tier Charm, rendered him a descended immortal—cold, noble, and detached from the world. A trace of weariness and disdain in his brow only deepened his heart-wrenching appeal. Yun Qinyue had never encountered a man so captivating; even the cultivation world’s prodigies paled beside him. A fierce possessiveness surged within her, as if he were destined to be hers. No wonder Senior Sister is so enthralled, she thought, understanding Gu Qinghuan’s obsession. His looks, his Pure Yang Sacred Body—a treasure any female cultivator would crave.
Her breathing quickened, her fingers twisting together as desire gripped her. Lin Yuan, eyeing the stranger, frowned. “Who are you? One of Gu Qinghuan’s lackeys?” Yun Qinyue flushed at his sharp tone, flustered. “I’m Yun Qinyue, Gu’s junior sister,” she said softly. “She’s occupied with sect matters and sent … to et you.”
Lin Yuan’s eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring. Her junior sister? What does she want with ? Yun Qinyue faltered under his icy gaze, unnerved. A prodigy of the Tianji Dao Palace, yet she felt small before this Qi Refining cultivator. Steeling herself, she continued, “Senior Sister said you possess a Pure Yang Sacred Body, capable of helping break through to Nascent Soul.”
“Dual cultivation?” Lin Yuan’s lips curled into a mocking sneer. “So, Gu Qinghuan treats as a cultivation tool? You need a breakthrough, so she sends you. Tomorrow, another cos for the sa? She’s turned into a hired hand.” Though Yun Qinyue didn’t grasp the slang, his bitter tone shook her. She knew of his century-long captivity, but his raw contempt for Gu Qinghuan unsettled her. “Senior Sister… acts for the sect’s sake,” she offered weakly. “My cultivation is stalled, my heart demon crippling . Without a breakthrough, the sect’s future suffers.”
Lin Yuan scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. “For the sect? Gu Qinghuan cares only for herself. She coveted my Pure Yang Sacred Body to boost her own cultivation. Now that she’s nearly done, she passes to you. Quite the sche.” Yun Qinyue bit her lip, torn. His words rang true—using him this way was unfair. Yet, the burning desire for Nascent Soul consud her conscience. If I miss this chance, I may never break through. The sect’s future hinges on .
“I’m sorry, Martial Nephew,” she said, self-justifying. “I’ll compensate you after.” Her ambition prevailed. With a wave of her hand, an invisible force propelled Lin Yuan onto a bed. Standing beside it, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wavering with hesitation and shyness. Biting her lip, she loosened her white robes, letting them slip away. Her skin glead like jade, delicate and flawless, her figure graceful—slender waist, rounded hips—though less striking than Gu Qinghuan’s.
Lin Yuan lay back, his gaze cold and impassive. Yun Qinyue’s beauty was undeniable, but after a century with Gu Qinghuan, such sights held no novelty. Another pawn in her ga, he thought, his heart hardened.
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