"Brother... is there really no other way?"
Jiang Ruoxu's face was filled with unwillingness—he was practically on the verge of kneeling to beg.
"Brother, you still have some way to go before reaching the Divine Comprehension Realm. At most, I’ll pay you back with a Supreme-Grade Soul Nurturing Pill later. But if my master doesn’t get this pill, her soul will scatter... I’m begging you!"
Hearing this, Jiang Che smiled faintly—a smile so warm it felt like a spring breeze.
He slowly stood up and walked straight toward Mo Lianxing.
Stopping in front of the woman, he reached out... gently taking her delicate hand in his, while placing the Soul Nurturing Pill in her palm with his other hand.
His large hand even traced a small circle on her palm.
Mo Lianxing was stunned!
How had Jiang Che managed to touch her?
She was currently in her soul form—physical contact should have been impossible without specialized soul-manipulation techniques...
Jiang Che’s mysteriousness +1
Of course, beyond shock, she felt an overwhelming excitement... mixed with a hint of shyness.
This was the first time a man had ever held her hand.
"Jiang-gongzi, this pill is far too precious... I-I don’t deserve it," Mo Lianxing said modestly.
She was just making a polite refusal, but she hadn’t expected Jiang Che to take such an unconventional approach!
"If you don’t deserve it, then I won’t give it—" Jiang Che made as if to take the pill back.
"Mo-xianzi... why are you gripping it so tightly? Didn’t you say you didn’t deserve it?" Jiang Che’s smile carried a hint of mischief.
Even his address for her had shifted from "Senior Mo" to "Immortal Mo"—at this rate, he’d soon be calling her "Darling Mo."
"You—!"
Mo Lianxing was so embarrassed she wished she could vanish into the ground. Trapped between holding on and letting go, her hand remained in Jiang Che’s grasp. Even as a soul, she could feel the scorching heat of his touch—as if it could melt her.
"Hah~ Just teasing you!"
Jiang Che released her hand, effortlessly taking control of the situation.
This Mo Lianxing had truly wasted her five thousand years of life—all that experience might as well have been for nothing.
Nearby, Jiang Ruoxu was utterly dumbfounded.
Watching the back-and-forth between Jiang Che and his master, his scalp tingled with dread.
His worst fear had come true.
Jiang Che was clearly interested in his master. Considering Jiang Che’s long list of women... his heart instantly sank.
This is bad!
He knew his master all too well—despite her long years of cultivation, she was still quite naive. Faced with someone like Jiang Che... she might actually get tricked into falling for him!
If his master ended up with Jiang Che, should he call her "sister-in-law" or keep calling her "master"?
Just the thought made it hard to breathe, as if an invisible hand were gripping his throat.
No—he couldn’t let this happen!
But after a moment, a wave of helplessness washed over him.
After all, he was the one asking for a favor. If Jiang Che really used the Soul Nurturing Pill to pressure them...
Given Jiang Che’s personality, he absolutely would.
After a brief internal struggle, he sent a private message to Jiang Che.
[Brother, you already have so many women. Could you please not target my master? I’m begging you!]
Jiang Che, who was currently flirting with Mo Lianxing, glanced at his little brother.
[Little brother... appreciation for beauty is universal. Lianxing is your master, and I’m your brother—wouldn’t it be perfect to strengthen our bond? What do you think?]
Jiang Ruoxu: "......"
What kind of nonsense is this?!
Screw your uncle—wait... Jiang Che’s uncle is my own father. Never mind!
But this confirmed it—Jiang Che really had his eyes on his master!
......
Mo Lianxing happily accepted the Supreme-Grade Soul Nurturing Pill from Jiang Che.
Afraid he might change his mind, she immediately swallowed the pill on the spot.
The moment the pill dissolved, an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy erupted, instantly healing all the damage to her soul and even strengthening her divine sense further.
Jiang Che watched calmly. Though he didn’t know exactly how powerful a Nirvana Realm cultivator was, she was definitely stronger than that little demon Zhou Fan.
After a long while, Mo Lianxing’s soul fully stabilized, and her form was no longer as ethereal as before.
"Thank you, Jiang-gongzi!"
Mo Lianxing clasped her hands in gratitude, her expression filled with sincerity.
Jiang Che merely waved it off. "I don’t need verbal thanks."
Mo Lianxing frowned slightly. "Then... how would you like me to repay you?"
Jiang Che chuckled. "So... you really don’t understand?"
"Mo-xianzi, I, Jiang Che, care little for fame or fortune. There are very few things I desire—but beautiful women are my greatest weakness."
With that, Jiang Che laid all his cards on the table!
Mo Lianxing’s eyes widened in shock—she instantly understood what he wanted!
Her expression darkened. "Jiang-gongzi, please behave with dignity!"
Jiang Che smirked and slowly stood up.
Right now, he was no match for Mo Lianxing in a fight... but he had unique tastes. He particularly enjoyed the challenge of a "small horse pulling a big cart."
"Mo-xianzi, I’m practically your savior. Now that your injuries are healed... you’re turning on me?"
"Tsk tsk tsk... Mo Lianxing—truly living up to your name. ‘No Conscience’ indeed."
Jiang Che sighed dramatically.
Mo Lianxing’s cheeks flushed bright red.
"No Conscience"—after thousands of years, she was hearing that old nickname again!
Back in the cultivation world, Mo Lianxing had earned a reputation for her cunning and underhanded tactics. Over time, her name had become a homophone for "heartless."
"Jiang-gongzi, I am not an ungrateful person. But my pride as Mo Lianxing would never allow me to stoop to trading my body for favors."
"Besides... I’m currently just a soul."
Jiang Che waved dismissively. "Soul or not, as long as I can touch you, it’s fine."
Mo Lianxing: "......"
Suddenly, she remembered Jiang Ruoxu’s warning before coming here: "Whatever you do, don’t let Jiang Che set his sights on you..."
At the time, she had dismissed it as insolence. But now it was clear—this "brother" of his was nothing more than a wolf in gentleman’s clothing!
Just as she hesitated, Jiang Che dropped another bombshell.
"My master can also refine Supreme-Grade Body Reconstruction Pills. If Mo-xianzi becomes mine... I’ll just beg him to make a batch for you."
Body Reconstruction Pills... and Supreme-Grade at that???
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