At this moment, in front of Ling, Ye Fan was like a high and mighty figure. He could freely dictate the life and death, the honor and disgrace of a subordinate. Even if his demands were unreasonable, Ling Ye had to comply, because she was no longer able to resist Ye Fan, and this was now an exchange of interests. Her previously elevated status did not allow her to make promises she couldn't keep.

So now, Ye Fan could face her with ease, watching this once unattainable woman lower her defenses, revealing to him a side similar to that of a human girl.

There was a sense of shame, shyness, and many complex emotions involved, none of which mattered to Ye Fan. He only cared about one thing: in the nearly four months on this Earth, he could treat Ling as a servant, experiencing her purest womanly side. As for what happened after those four months, it wasn't his concern. By then, he could very well annihilate the entire Diyuan Sect and claim Ling as a trophy.

Although he knew the result of doing so might lead Ling to end it all herself, he wasn't so ruthless or merciless towards a woman he once possessed.

"What else do I need to do?" After Ling had completely let down her defenses, she stood there, scrutinized by Ye Fan's intense gaze. Her expression was quite uneasy; she instinctively wanted to cover up, but her slightly lifted hand eventually dropped. She knew many things couldn't be avoided. When Ye Fan discussed the terms of their interest exchange, he had explicitly stated he would possess her. However, when the moment arrived, she found herself unable to adapt.

Ye Fan squinted and smiled, "You don't need to move. Stand there and let me enjoy the sight of what exactly makes the Sect Master of the greatest sect in the secret realm different."

Upon hearing such rude words, Ling only bit her lip, yet still lifted her head, presenting herself like a commodity or trophy for Ye Fan's appreciation. Ye Fan wasn't in a hurry either, having shed the impulsiveness of a man newly acquainted with a woman's tenderness. In such situations, he wouldn't rush to the final step. He wanted to slowly appreciate this beautiful object acquired through wit and power. He could take his time to savor it, rather than hurriedly gulping it down.

"Have you finished looking?" After a long pause, Ling's feelings of shame and anger grew stronger, and she still uttered a sentence that slightly dampened Ye Fan's mood.

Ye Fan replied coldly, "Sect Master Ling, you need to understand one thing: whether I've seen enough or when I decide to do anything to you is not your choice to make. All you need to do now is obey. I don't want to hear any more disrespectful words from you."

The muscles on Ling's face were tense. She had only wanted to use such words to maintain her last shred of dignity, but Ye Fan cruelly shattered it. This only made her further realize her circumstances for the next few months: all she needed to do was follow Ye Fan like a thoughtless machine, heed his orders, and as long as he didn't harm the Diyuan Sect, whether she had to submit herself or carry out murderous acts, she had no reason to refuse.

"Come here!" Ye Fan finally said with a tone akin to a command.

This "come here" was immensely penetrating to Ling's ears, and it caused a tremor in her heart. The command was overwhelmingly domineering and authoritative, yet she still couldn't refuse; she walked step by step to Ye Fan, stopping at the edge of the bed within Ye Fan's reach.

Ye Fan didn't stretch out his hand but merely watched the uneasy Ling with a smile and said, "It's time to do your own thing!"

Ling was momentarily perplexed, having no idea what she should be doing. But when she saw Ye Fan unbuttoning his collar and gesturing, she finally understood what Ye Fan wanted. Ling was about to climb onto the bed, but Ye Fan didn't give her such a chance, saying, "Stand at a distance, just reach out."

"Okay." Ling agreed again, her heart filled with a very strange emotion. She had thought she could treat Ye Fan's transgression as a form of cultivation since she had never had any thoughts on these matters and wasn't afraid of getting deeply involved or even falling in love with Ye Fan. But under Ye Fan's methods, an unprecedented feeling arose in her heart. Despite trying hard to avoid it, a deeper voice within her told her this was the right path, that she should be doing this.

At this moment, Ye Fan wasn't trying to conquer Ling with some method; he merely wanted to make their first encounter more meaningful. Ling might very likely be a woman he couldn't own or appreciate long-term, unlike Li Zhaojun. After four months, she would no longer belong to him, so he wanted to leave some memorable memories of Ling, different from those insignificant women who become forgotten with time, so much so that in years to come he might not even recall such a person, let alone the little details that happened between them.

Ling was very inexperienced in emotions, especially concerning relationships between men and women, knowing nothing at all. She struggled even to help Ye Fan unbutton himself, taking a long time.

But Ye Fan loved her inexperience. If Ling were an "experienced" woman, he wouldn't have the intense sense of conquest he had now. He enjoyed watching Ling's humiliated yet conforming expression, occasionally reaching out to gently stroke her cheek, making Ling retract her head, and watching her frown at him gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

Finally, Ling completed her first task, and between her and Ye Fan, everything was laid bare.

Yet, Ye Fan still didn't rush to claim her. In front of Ling, Ye Fan was an entirely experienced man, whereas she was a woman who knew nothing. Everything should have been led by Ye Fan, but he deliberately did the opposite, letting the naive Ling take the initiative, and he enjoyed watching her do things she had never tried before and didn't know how to do.

Ye Fan laughed, "Your skin is quite good, but it's somewhat pale. In the future, you don't need to wrap up so tightly; you can dress more comfortably, like the girls on Earth, and enjoy more sunlight!"

Ling was furious inside, thinking, "What does my exposure to sunlight have to do with you? I'm a cultivator, not a plant. I don't need sunlight to survive; I only need to cultivate spiritual energy!"

Yet she still couldn't refuse. When Ye Fan extended his hand, pulling her arm, she was finally able to rightfully get onto her master Ye Fan's bed, where she now seemed to be the "superior" one.

"What else is required?" Ling was even unaware of what she should do next.

Ye Fan laughed, "Does everything need me to teach you? Just do it based on your understanding. I want to see how much you know about human emotions and mundane affairs."

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