Whether it was because Hu Yingying practiced seductive arts or not, her face, which was only average, looked increasingly beautiful and charming.

Her already stunning figure became even more alluring and seductive, making him thirsty and his mind completely consumed by desire.

He bit his tongue to briefly regain his senses, and when he tried to say no, he just couldn't get the words out no matter how hard he tried.

"Junior brother, what do you think?" Hu Yingying's voice was even more alluring.

"Junior sister, those who become your Daoist partners usually don't have a good ending. They either die of exhaustion in bed or are played to death by you."

A stern-faced young man interrupted coldly.

This is Leng Boran, a disciple who rarely smiles, and he is Li Changsheng's eldest disciple.

"Senior sister, you're joking. My cultivation hasn't reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet. I'll consider it after I reach the Foundation Establishment stage." Han Feng briefly regained his composure.

“You…” Hu Yingying’s almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise.

"Master, I shall take my leave now."

Upon seeing Li Changsheng wave, Han Feng quickly left the cave.

Even after returning to the cabin, he couldn't help but feel lingering fear.

Hu Yingying's illusion was truly terrifying; Han Feng felt like he wasn't even his own body anymore.

If Hu Yingying hadn't been interrupted by another disciple, he probably wouldn't have been able to get back to the wooden house.

"Hu Yingying is unlikely to let me off so easily," Han Feng thought uneasily.

As he left, he noticed that Hu Yingying's gaze remained fixed on him.

The biggest problem is that Li Changsheng doesn't care, otherwise Hu Yingying wouldn't have been so bold.

What kind of master is he?

You get what you deserve!

Han Feng mentally scoffed.