On the day of Xun'er's sister's wedding,
he looked at the breathtaking bride in her splendid attire and smiled in satisfaction.
But then.....
his expression froze in horror.
The groom… wasn't him.
No! This couldn't be!
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On the bed, Xiao Yan suddenly woke, panic flashing in his eyes.
"It was just… a dream?"
He looked at the familiar room and sighed in relief.
But when his gaze fell on the torn paper scattered on the bed, loneliness welled up.
Xun'er had truly left.
Knowing she was about to marry another man pained him deeply,
and what cut him further was the repeated mention in her letter that her fiancé's strength far surpassed his.
She had never spoken this way before — she used to comfort and encourage him.
"After all, I'm still too weak…" Xiao Yan clenched his fists in frustration.
If he were still a genius, Xun'er would never leave.
Determination surged in him. Sitting cross-legged, he began to cultivate.
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A while later, a faint white breath entered his body through his mouth and nose, warming his bones.
His eyes snapped open — a flash of white light passing through them.
"It's still here… my Dou Qi hasn't disappeared!"
His body trembled as he confirmed it again — his fighting spirit remained.
A rush of joy hit him.
"Hahaha! My talent is back! It's really back!"
He practiced for another hour just to be certain.
"This feeling… after almost three years… the feeling of becoming stronger has returned."
"From now on, I, Xiao Yan, will no longer be a waste!"
Excited, he rushed to his father Xiao Zhan's residence.
What did you say? Your talent has recovered?" Xiao Zhan was stunned, then overjoyed.
"It seems the elixir Master Ye Chen gave you was genuine. In just a few days, your talent has been restored."
Xiao Yan also believed it was the effect of Ye Chen's "miracle pill" —
after all, he had only taken it recently.
In his heart, the marriage contract with Nalan Yanran was nothing compared to regaining his talent.
Exchanging the contract for the pill felt like an excellent trade.
"Yan'er, since your talent has returned, you must train diligently," Xiao Zhan said gravely.
"Don't think about Xun'er anymore. She's from a family far beyond our reach."
Xiao Yan fell silent, then forced a nod.
But in his heart, he vowed —
Sister Xun'er, you're mine.
He would become strong enough to defeat her fiancé and prove he was the best.
Time flies, and night falls.
Knowing that Ye Chen was leaving tomorrow,
Ya Fei specially prepared a table of delicious food to see him off.
And of course—
It was still in Ya Fei's boudoir.
Red carpet, red bed, red quilt…
And besides that—
Ya Fei, dressed in a stunning red dress, looked enchanting, her long black hair cascading like a waterfall.
The room was filled with bright red flowers, making her appear even more radiant and charming.
Her slender jade neck led down to a snow-white chest, half-covered, half-revealed. Her narrow waist was so delicate it could be encircled with one hand.
A pair of smooth, perfectly proportioned legs were revealed, and even her delicate lotus feet seemed to silently beckon, carrying an irresistible allure.
Ye Chen's eyes swept over the boudoir steeped in an ambiguous atmosphere and the breathtakingly beautiful Ya Fei before him.
It felt as if he had returned to the night when he first arrived in Wu Tan City.
Even Ye Chen felt a little nervous.
There was no denying it—
When it came to setting the scene, Ya Fei was unmatched.
Any man in this situation would find it impossible to control himself.
"Brother Ye Chen, do you like it?"
Ya Fei's slender waist swayed slightly, her every movement oozing charm. The curves of her voluptuous figure made Ye Chen feel as if a fire had been lit inside him.
"You're leaving tomorrow, so I cooked some dishes for you myself. I hope they suit your taste."
Ye Chen glanced at the table—and his heart skipped a beat.
How could this be called a table of dishes?
It was clearly a table full of supplements!
Even from where he stood, Ye Chen could smell the potent medicinal fragrance in the air.
It seemed Ya Fei had gathered all the expensive supplements gifted to her by Wu Tan City's flatterers and poured them into this meal.
Judging from the look of it, tonight would be a big battle indeed.
Was this woman not afraid of killing herself?
Ye Chen sighed inwardly.
If not for his dragon-elephant body, even he might not survive this.
Clearly, Ya Fei had prepared to face the thunderstorm head-on—this medicinal feast was her reserve fuel.
Ye Chen knew that tonight would be one of full flames.
He studied Ya Fei again.
After his tireless "care" during this period, she looked more radiant than ever, her skin soft, supple, and glowing with a healthy flush.।।
Especially with that semi-transparent red gauze clinging to her graceful figure…
After the baptism atop the holy snow slope, Ye Chen's gaze inevitably wandered toward the abyss of temptation.
At this point, he had no interest in the food.
"Why eat the dishes? I might as well just eat you…" Ye Chen walked toward her with a wicked smile.
With his dragon-elephant physique, he needed no tonics at all.
Even without them, he, Ye Chen, could still charge like a raging dragon.
"Hey, what's the rush? I put a lot of thought into this, and you're going to skip it?"
Ya Fei pushed him away lightly. Perhaps worried about his health, she insisted he take the supplements first.
She valued ceremony deeply and wanted to make sure Ye Chen never forgot this night.
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