"Is it really going to be okay? She's still a college student. If she were to sue me, I'd be in big trouble too. I'm a respectable person after all."

"Boss Yang, this is Miss Xie's classmate. She's an orphan with no connections. I gave her some medicine before we came here, so you can rest assured."

Shi Miao had a splitting headache, and countless broken memories were tangled in her mind. She vaguely heard strange voices coming from the outside world, and then it seemed that someone was unbuttoning her clothes.

Shi Miao opened her eyes, suppressing the pain of her soul being torn apart, and saw a greasy-faced middle-aged man sitting next to her with an evil smile that made people want to beat him up. The first button of her shirt had been unbuttoned. At the same time, there was an inexplicable restless heat wandering around her body, making her have the urge to take off her clothes.

When Mr. Yang saw Shi Miao wake up and looked into those watery eyes that seemed to draw anyone in, his heart melted. Even though he had been through countless women, this was the first time he had come across such a good thing. Xie Xin was really sincere this time.

"Who are you?" Shi Miao struggled to stand up.

Yang Bin looked at her face obsessively, and felt that she was even more beautiful when she woke up than when she was unconscious. Compared with her, all the mistresses he had kept before were just ordinary women.

He gave a self-proclaimed romantic smile, "Of course I am your husband." Then he pounced on Shi Miao, obviously not wanting to waste any more time, but to continue what he had not finished just now.

Looking at the sweat oozing from Shi Miao's forehead and her eyes starting to blur due to the effects of the drugs, you can tell that she can't hold on for much longer.

Shi Miao naturally wouldn't just sit there and wait for death. Her hands subconsciously scratched around the bedside, and her struggling fingers finally grabbed a table lamp. Shi Miao used all her strength and hit Yang Bin hard on the head.

The lustful Yang Bin was hit directly, screaming and falling backwards.

Shi Miao rolled off the bed, bit her tongue, and cast a curse of bad luck on Yang Bin using blood as a shield. If she weren't in a state of spiritual confusion, she wouldn't have let anyone who tried to attack her go. A curse of bad luck was just a small interest.

She propped herself up and staggered out of the room. Anger was boiling in her chest. The original owner had the same name as her, and her grandmother, who loved her, had passed away when she was in junior high school. Shi Miao was 18 years old and had just started college. Today, she was invited by her roommate and best friend Xie Xin to attend her birthday party at this hotel. At the advice of her classmates, she drank two glasses of fruit wine. Because she was not feeling well, she was sent to her room to rest. Unexpectedly, she was sent to the bed of the wealthy Yang Bin as a gift.

Shi Miao had never suffered such hardship since becoming the head of Xuantian Sect. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she felt the urge to destroy everything. Her precarious sanity held her back, and Shi Miao used the last bit of her strength to cast a spell of neglect on herself.

Because of this, she successfully left this dangerous place and even found an empty room. She closed the door and slid down against the wall.

A hurried voice mixed with footsteps came in.

"Boss Yang, how did you get hurt?"

Yang Bin ran to the corridor, his face covered in blood. He was dizzy from losing too much blood and could only hold on to the wall. "Where's the doctor? Can't you see I'm bleeding?"

"Everyone, find that bitch for me! She's so shameless! I'm going to kill her! She's drugged, she can't get far!"

"Boss Yang, who is she?"

"The best-looking one! Go find her! Go find the waiter and get the surveillance footage for me."

His roar reached Shi Miao's ears through the door.

Inside, Shi Miao's mouth opened slightly, breathing heavily. Her spirit, already unstable, was now raging from the forced use of her spiritual energy. A powerful wind blew around her, whistling the curtains. With a snap, the ornate ceiling light exploded, but before the fragments could reach Shi Miao, they were blocked by an invisible barrier. The next second, invisible spiritual energy waves spread like ripples, instantly shutting off the lights in the entire building, and the air conditioner stopped working. The power was out.

Shi Miao, who caused all this, was breathing rapidly and was completely unaware.

It was unbearable, utterly unbearable. Her soul was being torn apart by an unseen force, then forcibly crumpled into a ball. To make matters worse, at this moment, her body had been drugged. The dual pressures of soul and body had plunged her into a dire strait.

If she continued like this, she might go crazy. Shi Miao was no longer able to maintain her sanity, her mind was in a mess.

Suddenly, a ray of hot light appeared in the dark consciousness, and the light was getting closer and closer to her.

When the injured consciousness touched the light, it was healed as if it were nectar from heaven.

This is a pure yang body!

You should know that the appearance of a pure yang body is extremely rare, and only one has appeared in the world of immortal cultivation in tens of thousands of years.

Shi Miao rushed towards the light, absorbing the pure Yang energy to nourish his severely injured soul. His originally tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

It seems like someone is struggling underneath...

Damn it, doesn't she know she has no time to waste right now? Shi Miao held the other person tightly, then used magic to freeze him, continuing to absorb Yang energy from that soft place. To her, that abundant and pure Yang energy was simply the most supreme healing product.

When his soul was mostly repaired, the tearing pain eased and Shi Miao regained consciousness.

In the dark room, she couldn't see the other person's face clearly, because the other person had a pure yang body, and his soul was like the sun, which was almost blinding.

In any case, the other party did help her, although it was not voluntary.

Shi Miao always returned favors, and after some thought, she tried to take out a magical tool from her spirit palace—but she couldn't. This was probably because her soul had just been repaired and didn't have enough strength to pry open the spirit palace.

Shi Miaogai fished in her pockets and pulled out several pieces of paper. According to this body's memory, these were the paper money used in this world—the total amount in her hand was 268 yuan. She placed the money on him, stood up, and quietly left the room. Of course, she couldn't leave her name behind when doing evil.

What she didn't know was that the man whose yang energy she had just sucked out of him was none other than Ji Jingyao, the head of one of Beijing's most powerful families. His usually cold eyes now ignited with a fire of disgust, anger, shock... everything.

I don’t know how long it took, but the electricity finally came back and the lights in the room came on again.

The door was opened, and Ji Jingyao's assistant said respectfully, "Master, Tianrong Mountain in the East District has been acquired. Both the Zhou and Wen families have expressed their willingness to cooperate."

They looked up and saw the handsome Ji Jingyao lying on the sofa. Several buttons on his custom-made shirt seemed to have been torn off. His clothes were disheveled, his collarbone was visible from time to time, and his lips were swollen from being kissed. He looked like he had been ravaged, and next to him was a stack of banknotes.

All the assistants gasped.