Rou Yan's face twisted with rage.
"You dare to compare her with me!" She shouted, her voice cracking with anger.
Ji Zong smirked in silence.
She grew even angrier. A pocket-like space opened near her shoulder, and a spear slid out as she raised her hand, aiming straight at Ji Zong.
Swish!
But he dodged easily, eyes locked on her.
The spear hit the wall and vanished, but it left a thought in his mind.
The hell? She not only had a special physique but also an innate ability too?
She stared back at him, but a few seconds later, her rage disappeared.
She exhaled and lowered her head.
"I'm sorry for losing my temper there."
Ji Zong straightened his back, his tone calm.
"So you're ready to become my dual cultivation partner?"
Rou Yan shot him a disgusted look.
"You sure know how to make people fall in your trap while they know they are falling."
A big smile spread across his face.
He grinned, folding his hands behind his back.
"I'll take that as a compliment. Since you've agreed, let me explain—your special physique is the Eternal Yin Body."
She tilted her head slightly, brows furrowing.
"Eternal Yin Body—why is this name so grand?"
Ji Zong laughed. "Hahaha... the place where I came from, people say that this name is too small for it, while you say so. How ignorant of you."
A vein popped on her forehead. Though she smiled, her words dripped with mockery.
"Oh, please forgive us, O great lord, for lacking such wisdom."
Ji Zong raised his hand for calm.
"Eternal Yin Bodies have good and bad sides. The bad: your normal cultivation speed is ten times slower. The good: with dual cultivation, your speed can surpass even the most talented."
Rou Yan smiled faintly.
"So that's why I've always lagged behind—it's because of this.
But Ji Zong stepped closer, his tone sharp.
"No. You don't understand. What you have can cause wars. If anyone learns of it, millions may die. That's why I called you ignorant."
Rou Yan's breath caught. "But… why?"
Ji Zong's voice hardened.
"Because your body is a direct path to higher realms. Anyone who cultivates with you can climb faster than ever."
Her fingers tightened on her robe, but she forced a smile and shoved him aside as she rose.
"That's enough. I've heard what matters. We don't have time for this."
She pulled out a set of robes from her cupboard.
"We're going on a date."
Ji Zong frowned. "A date? Why?"
Rou Yan arched a brow.
"We're partners, aren't we? In dual cultivation, that's as good as husband and wife."
Ji Zong hesitated, then muttered, "You know I don't mind having two wives, and I accept you as my wife, but we can't go on a date; I have something very important to do."
She laughed, covering her face with one hand.
"Accept me as your wife? Spare me. If you don't have time for me, then forget the deal. I'll just go to the auction house with my maid."
She laughed, covering her face with one hand.
"Accept me as your wife? Spare me. If you don't have time for me, then forget the deal. I'll just go to the auction house with my maid."
Her eyes narrowed. "Every single maid knows?"
But then a thought struck her. Her face darkened.
"That treacherous maid… I warned her to keep silent, yet she must have betrayed me while I slept."
She scoffed.
"And why even tell her? You're not her slave—you can do what you want."
Ji Zong's jaw tightened.
"Actually… I am her slave."
Rou Yan grimaced in disgust. "I didn't know you had that type of fetish."
He opened his mouth, but she cut him off with a sharp gesture.
"Shut up. We'll talk later. For now, change here. I'll dress in the other room."
She turned on her heel, walking to the door and shutting it behind her.
Moments later, a maid knocked.
"Miss, the teleport portal is ready."
The gate opened.
Ji Zong walked out, his long robe of deep black lined with silver threads swaying slightly. A jade belt held it in place, and the faint glow of a talisman clasp shimmered on his chest. His hair was neatly tied, his whole appearance sharp and composed.
He spoke lightly, "Alright, we will be there."
She didn't hear his words.
Her face froze—the man before her looked too composed, too untouchable, like someone who belonged above mortals.
Ji Zong waved his hand.
She followed, stepping out in snow-white robes embroidered with golden lotuses. A silk sash wrapped her waist, and her long white hair, pinned with jade, flowed like ink. She looked pure and noble—yet her words were sharp and cold.
"Don't get lost staring."