With a crisp "click," the dozen or so ghosts that had been resting on Xiang Wan's fingertips floated up, swirling and illuminating the area several feet around her.
Xiang Wan slowly turned her head, her black hair slipping from her shoulders and falling to her waist. The ghostly blue flames reflected off her pure white face. Her small lips were slightly pursed, and her bright black eyes were slightly wide open on either side of her delicate nose, looking behind her.
The slender fingertips remained in the same position as when the will-o'-the-wisps dispersed, but the movement of turning the head did not stop.
Along with the head turning, there was also that curvaceous, shapely, naked, and impeccably perfect female body.
The visitor gazed for a long time, but no movement was seen.
Xiang Wan smiled, her eyes sparkling, her innocent smile as pure as a baby's was incredibly infectious.
Such a beautiful woman is one of a kind in the world; even Feng Jiutian, a saint, has never seen one.
Feng Jiutian stared at Xiang Wan's face, momentarily lost in thought, but quickly recovered. To cultivate to the level of a saint, one's mental fortitude and composure are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
In the blink of an eye, a sword as thin as a cicada's wing was already at her neck.
Feng Jiutian stood beside Xiang Wan, his sword tip less than an inch from her neck, yet he did not budge.
Actually, Feng Jiutian wasn't particularly handsome, but his high cultivation level gave him an otherworldly and refined air, coupled with his indifferent eyes that seemed to hold no allegiance, which added to his aura. Once people saw him, they could never forget him.
But Xiang Wan clearly caught a fleeting hint of embarrassment in his eyes.
What's so awkward? Is it because she's not wearing any clothes?
She didn't care about a mere body; the fact that a dignified saint would have some emotional fluctuations because of these things was enough to prove that Xiang Wan's choice was correct.
With a sword at her side, Xiang Wan was completely oblivious to the fact that a knife was held to her neck, staring intently into Feng Jiutian's eyes like a curious child.
She was just beginning to grow up, completely unaware of the differences between men and women, threats, and dangers.
Feng Jiutian made no other move, so Xiang Wan turned her head and curiously examined the sword in his hand. She slowly raised her hand and touched it with her fingertips, as if she found it extremely rare.
Just as I was about to touch the sword's edge with my finger, the soft sword instantly moved away.
With the sword gone, Xiang Wan then began examining his clothes, starting with the hand that held the sword.
As expected of a leader of a major sect, his clothes are elaborate and sturdy, seemingly woven from the silk of a ten-thousand-year-old five-colored spider. They are waterproof, fireproof, stain-resistant, and can even withstand physical attacks. I just wonder if the purple flames can burn them.
This scenario was the result of countless rehearsals by Xiang Wan.
She could indeed pluck clothes from the demons who threw them down and wear them. But then Feng Jiutian wouldn't believe she was naturally gifted.
If you're going to act, you have to act thoroughly.
Do newborn babies even have a sense of shame?
Curiosity is definitely a must, and absolutely essential!
Feng Jiutian didn't move, so Xiang Wan took a step forward, raised her hand, and touched his clothes, studying them curiously. In the end, she studied Feng Jiutian's facial features and headdress directly.
She reached out to remove his hair ornament, but he grabbed her wrist.
Xiang Wan tilted her head, puzzled.
"Who are you?"
Feng Jiutian looked directly into Xiang Wan's eyes, his words devoid of any emotion, as if he were simply asking a question.
Xiang Wan sneered inwardly. This person's greatest talent was pretending.
Pretending, anyone can do that.
Xiang Wan opened her eyes wide, staring at his thin lips. She blinked, touched his lips with her other hand, and then had her hand grabbed.
Who exactly are you?
Feng Jiutian's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he spoke again, his tone now slightly undulating.
Grabbing her wrist not only stopped her from touching him further, but also allowed him to channel spiritual energy into her body to test for any abnormalities.
An anomaly? How could that be!
A brand new body, with no spiritual or magical power, it's no wonder it can't be detected!
With her hands held captive and unable to move, and seeing Feng Jiutian's lips opening and closing, while he was focused on using his spiritual power to examine his body, Xiang Wan suddenly leaned closer, extended her spiritual tongue, and gently licked Feng Jiutian's lips.
Feng Jiutian's body stiffened instantly. He pushed Xiang Wan away, his breath catching for a moment. Then, he frowned slightly and said to Xiang Wan, who had an innocent and bewildered expression, "Miss, men and women should not touch each other. Please have some self-respect!"
Xiang Wan blinked, opened her mouth for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word. She couldn't help but feel a little anxious. She pointed to his mouth, then to her own lips, and finally put her finger in her mouth, biting it lightly and frowning, as if she were a little aggrieved.
Feng Jiutian's eyes flickered for a moment, his gaze shifting slightly downwards before he immediately looked away, as if he had encountered some venomous snake or ferocious beast. Meeting Xiang Wan's aggrieved look, he immediately shifted a foot to the side, his ears turning slightly red.
Don't ask Xiang Wan how she saw it; those ghosts were all there to help light the way.
Looking at it this way, Feng Jiutian really does seem like a gentleman. Or perhaps it's because he's never been close to women and doesn't know how to react for a moment.
Of course, there is another possibility that Xiang Wan would be happy to see: that Feng Jiutian has developed a slight crush on her.
This possibility is small, but not impossible.
As long as one hasn't become a god, one is still human.
Humans have seven emotions and six desires, but sages are less so.
When it comes to shamelessness, Xiang Wan considers herself to be among the best.
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