Ye Fan was about to enter the room with Ling, and he glanced at Sang Yuan and said, "You should go to the room next door as well."

"Young Master, I can stay by your side and ensure your safety." Sang Yuan didn't want Ye Fan and Ling to be alone, fearing that Ye Fan might end up trusting Ling more and neglecting her.

"Just go to the next room. Are you afraid something might happen at such a close distance?" Ye Fan said coldly.

Sang Yuan gritted her teeth, but eventually complied respectfully and, together with Song Xiaoshu, entered the room next door. As she sensed Ye Fan and Ling entering the room, her heart was filled with jealousy. It wouldn't have bothered her if it were someone else, but Ling had a direct conflict of interest with her. Among the cultivators in the Pan Gu Secret Realm, Ling's cultivation was very close to hers, unless it was a hermit scattered among the sects or someone preparing to ascend. Among those cultivating within the mountain gates of the seven major sects, Ling's cultivation was the highest.

"Miss, I've never known how to address you." Just as Sang Yuan was feeling incredibly annoyed, Song Xiaoshu, as if deliberately trying to provoke her, said something quite unpleasant.

Sang Yuan didn't even glance at Song Xiaoshu, her expression implying, "Who I am is none of your business?"

Feeling disgruntled, Song Xiaoshu went inside the suite and changed into clothes from the wardrobe. Sang Yuan scrutinized her and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Mr. Ye is next door. If she... can't find satisfaction later, I'll have to relieve Mr. Ye's frustration. Miss, please don't disturb me while I bathe and change." Song Xiaoshu, who had hit a wall with Sang Yuan earlier, now began to flaunt her assets before her, changing clothes in front of Sang Yuan, provoking her urge to slap Song Xiaoshu to death.

But Sang Yuan did not act rashly; she simply went to the window, gazing at the night scene outside, ignoring Song Xiaoshu.

Song Xiaoshu entered the bathroom first, while in the room next door, Ye Fan showed no courtesy to Ling whatsoever. Ye Fan didn't want to be the initiator because he didn't want to appear forceful with Ling; he wanted Ling to initiate herself.

Sang Yuan could clearly sense the situation in the room next door, but she had to maintain her respect for Ye Fan, suppressing the anger in her heart, waiting for things to conclude on Ye Fan's side.

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After entering the room with Ling, Ye Fan treated her differently than he did Wu Ding. He respected Wu Ding as a senior apprentice sister; even if Wu Ding wanted to become his servant, he wouldn't overstep boundaries.

But facing Ling, he had no need for courtesy. Ling, having stayed by his side controlled as a chess piece for nearly four months of Earth time, remained his enemy after those four months.

Being merciful to an enemy is being cruel to oneself; Ye Fan understood this well. He just wanted to break down Ling's defenses and vent his dissatisfaction with the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman and Xi He onto Ling.

In the Royal Extreme Sect Hall, he had only briefly interacted with Ling, who hadn't even given him a real look. One woman alone could incite a bloody storm among the six major sects within the Royal Extreme Sect Hall. But just over a month later, Ye Fan, now an authority figure, could strip Ling of her cultivator facade, rendering her an ordinary woman as his cauldron. It not only brought him the satisfaction of conquest but also helped him cultivate through Ling's body.

A woman with a cultivation a whole major stage higher than his, willingly becoming his cauldron, was beneficial for his cultivation. On regular days, with Han Qing'er and Min Shang, he was always the giver, but today he intended to take. Though this also aided Ling in recovering from her injuries.

Initially, Ye Fan considered making Sang Yuan his cauldron, but he later realized that the Spiritual Energy cultivated by immortals was purer than that of ordinary cultivators. Having Sang Yuan was akin to having an ordinary woman.

But now, Ling was different, as her cultivation was pure, though she was severely injured and couldn't perform to her level.

After closing the door, Ling stood beside him with her head lowered. Ye Fan pulled her close, resting his head on her hair and laughing, "Sect Master Ling, perhaps when you previously said you'd kill me once I reached the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, you didn't expect such a day to come so quickly, did you?"

Ling remained silent, her expression unusually calm.

Indeed, she hadn't anticipated this. Had she foreseen it, she wouldn't have spoken so arrogantly and rudely to Ye Fan back then, only to invite humiliation upon herself now.

However, she wasn't overly resistant to Ye Fan because this was originally an agreement she consented to. Ye Fan exploited her vulnerability, but he fully sought her opinion and didn't act on baseless assumptions. Had she disagreed, Ye Fan would rather have killed her than violated her.

Since it was her choice, there was nothing to complain about.

Ye Fan felt the coldness from the woman in his arms, a coldness distinct from Li Zhaojun's. Though Li Zhaojun's blood was cold, her heart was passionate, filled with a fervent love for him. But Ling was different; her body would not cater to him, nor would her heart fully accept him. For someone like Ling, aimed at becoming immortal, perhaps her body was merely a mortal shell, hardly worth cherishing.

Seeing Ling unmoved, Ye Fan thought, "Even the ancient and powerful Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman and Xi He couldn't maintain such emotional composure. You may think you've seen through the world, but in truth, you're just an ignorant cultivator!"

With this thought, Ye Fan decided to take some initiative, leaning in to kiss Ling on her cheek, forehead, and earlobe. As expected, Ling trembled slightly, indicating the presence of feelings deep within her, which she possibly hadn't anticipated herself.

When Ye Fan's kisses ceased, Ling was no longer entirely cold, with a faint blush appearing on her face, lightly suggesting her heart had been stirred.

Ye Fan refrained from pushing further; instead, he released his hold, coldly watching Ling, and said, "Sect Master Ling, since this was your choice, I shouldn't have to initiate most things. I'm curious to see how you'll fulfill your promise."

"What... do you want me to do?" Ling understood only cultivation, oblivious to worldly matters, let alone emotions.

She was even more ignorant than Min Shang, one born without emotions, which gave Ye Fan the sense of uncovering a rare, unpolished gem.

Your cultivation might be high, your status significant, but in matters of love, you're not even on par with a young girl. I can fully explore and awaken your emotions, perhaps even see you entirely succumb, though that possibility seems extremely slight.

Ye Fan approached the bed, half-reclining on it, and said, "The first step is, of course, to shed your burdens, for they are truly obstructive."

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