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The moon hung high above the Silver Rain Sect, casting its pale light through the bamboo windows of Jiang Yuefeng's courtyard. Inside, the silence was thick with tension and unsaid desires.
Mu Shilan stood beside the incense burner, her white robe loosened slightly at the collar. Her usual cold demeanor had thawed slightly over the past few days. Yuefeng had been attentive, respectful, and skilled in all the right ways—not just with words, but with spirit-gathering techniques and silent companionship. He had planted a seed of curiosity in her heart.
And now, that seed had bloomed.
"You've been unusually quiet," she said, her voice soft but cautious. "You're not like the other outer disciples."
Yuefeng smiled slightly, stepping closer, his eyes calm. "Because I know what I want, and I don't chase what doesn't want to be caught."
Her breath hitched as he stopped just before her, close enough that the scent of his body—a light blend of medicine and wild spirit herbs—filled her lungs.
"I'm not a girl who gives herself to sweet words," she whispered, her gaze narrowing.
"I know," Yuefeng said simply.
His hand gently lifted her chin, and before she could react, his lips brushed against hers—slow, teasing, exploratory.
She stiffened, but didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers gripped his robe instinctively.
Their second kiss was deeper, firmer, filled with restrained hunger. His hand slid to her waist, drawing her close as she melted into him, the tension between them igniting.
Within moments, Mu Shilan found herself pressed gently against the silken bedding of Yuefeng's chamber. Her robes were carefully loosened, layer by layer, revealing soft porcelain skin that glowed under the moonlight.
Yuefeng didn't rush. He kissed along her collarbone, tracing each inch with calculated tenderness, stirring her body's response slowly but effectively. His fingers explored with purpose, drawing gasps from her lips. She bit down on his shoulder as a wave of pleasure hit her—unexpected and powerful.
He took her with deliberate control, positioning her beneath him as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands gripped his back as his movements became rhythmic, deep, and consuming.
"Yuefeng…!" she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.
System Notification:
[Mu Shilan – Beauty Score: 85]
[Dual Harmony Achieved – Intimacy Rank: Medium]
+1 Cultivation Level Gained
+3% Talent Enhancement
+12 Charm Points
Emotion Detected: Cautious Curiosity + Hidden Affection
She believes you may be worth trusting… but she does not fully lower her guard.
Yuefeng's eyes flashed coldly behind the passionate kiss. Trust me? No. Never trust anyone.
Even as her body trembled under him, even as he whispered soft praises into her ear, Jiang Yuefeng's mind remained detached. This was a transaction of energy, not love.
He laid with her through the night, holding her as she drifted off to sleep, her body nestled against his chest. But his eyes were open—calculating.
He rose before dawn, slipping on his robes and looking at her sleeping figure.
One step closer. She's useful. Strong. Influential among the inner sect. But never loyal. No one is.
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Later that day, Yuefeng's core began to pulse with new energy. He had stepped into Qi Refining Stage 4, and the increase in his talent made his meridians wider, smoother. His control over spirit essence grew.
He returned to the training fields, where inner disciples now began to notice him.
Even the proud elder disciples had started murmuring his name.
He didn't care for fame—but he needed recognition to enter the upcoming Core Trial. And Mu Shilan's backing would be essential.
A voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Senior Sister Mu was unusually radiant this morning," said a girl with sharp eyes from the shadows of a peach blossom tree. Her name was Xian Lanyue, another inner disciple. Reputation for icy beauty, but ruthless in ambition.
"She seemed… thoroughly satisfied. Curious, isn't it, Outer Disciple Yuefeng?"
Yuefeng turned, meeting her gaze. Calm, unreadable.
He offered a small smile.
"Is it jealousy I hear, or interest?"
Lanyue narrowed her eyes. "Maybe both."
He stepped toward her, slow and confident.
"Then come test it for yourself."
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End of Chapter 10