The Beauty Trap!

That devil has a deep mind!

Qian Youxue shook her head vigorously, staring blankly at the handsome man, and asked, "Why are you helping me?"

"Because you are the woman I am destined to be in this life, if I don't help you, who will?" After Xuan Mingye put Qian Youxue's hair up, he looked at the bathtub and said, "Go in quickly, before your blood gets cold. The effect will be much worse once it gets cold."

"Oh!" Qian Youxue nodded obediently and walked towards the bathtub.

Xuan Mingye flicked his sleeve, and the screen flew out, blocking his way. He strode over and sat down on the soft couch beside him. A white jade zither was placed in front of the couch. Seeing that the figure behind the screen had already entered the bathtub, his long, slender fingers brushed across the strings, and elegant music began to play.

Behind the screen, Qian Youxue stepped directly into the bathtub, still fully clothed. The moment she sat down, her blood began to boil, just like the feeling of her first time soaking in the Snow Spirit Spring. However, she quickly realized that the substance was far more powerful than the spring.

ah……

With a muffled roar, she felt as if many insects had burrowed into her bones and blood. She could almost hear the insects gnawing at her. Goosebumps rose all over her body, and cold sweat poured down her forehead from the pain.

"Endure the pain, control your dantian energy, calm your mind, and follow my incantation..." Xuan Mingye's magnetic voice rang out amidst the melodious sound of the zither.

As the initial pain and irritability gradually subsided, Qian Youxue endured the pain that threatened to make her faint and began chanting along with Xuan Mingye.

Half an hour, an hour passed, and accompanied by the feeling of impending death, she bit her lip until it bled. Veins bulged on her forehead, and blood flowed wildly.

She felt she couldn't hold on any longer. She moved her body slightly and found that she had no strength left and felt like she was sinking into the blood.

Clang!

The string in Xuan Mingye's hand suddenly broke, and a bloody mark appeared on his finger. He stood up abruptly, his face filled with worry.

Little imp, you absolutely must get through this hurdle!

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and stood there like a wooden statue, letting the blood seep from between his fingers.

"Stupid woman, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you don't seize it, I'll kill you!" Qingyan's voice, tinged with anger, suddenly rang out.

Qian Youxue's eyes lit up immediately. This damned artifact spirit always looked down on her. She couldn't let this guy look down on her.

Endure it, you must endure it!

When she becomes stronger one day, the first thing she'll do is give that arrogant spirit a good beating. Gritting her teeth, she tried to sit up straight.

"Foolish woman, adjust your breathing, calm your mind, and continue the exercise that man taught you." Qingyan finished speaking in a commanding tone and then completely disappeared from her consciousness.

Qian Youxue slowly closed her eyes, reciting the technique Xuan Mingye had just taught her, using her strong willpower to try to suppress the pain.

Time passed second by second, and the stench of blood in the room gradually faded. The originally bright red blood had now turned black, and her clothes had disappeared due to the corrosion of the blood.

Beneath the black water was smooth and radiant skin. Just two hours later, the calm black liquid suddenly boiled, the bathtub shattered, and the surrounding spiritual energy rushed into her body. She finally collapsed from exhaustion and fainted.

"Little vixen!" Xuan Mingye flashed to Qian Youxue's side, took off his robe and covered her with it, then picked her up and ran quickly to the backyard.