nyslfriends Chapter 5 Yi Qingwu: What are you going to do?! [Please continue reading]
Chapter 5 Yi Qingwu: What are you going to do?! [Please continue reading]
As Yi Qingwu saw Ye Feng approaching step by step, her pupils contracted sharply, and she subconsciously retreated.
She understood what he meant by that "that" in his words—the ambiguous, suggestive tone, coupled with the malicious smile on his lips, made it clear even to a fool what he was talking about.
"Halt!" Yi Qingwu shouted sharply, flipping her jade hand to condense the remaining Yin energy into an ice sword in her palm, its tip pointing directly at Ye Feng's throat. "Take another step, and don't blame me for being impolite!"
Ye Feng stopped.
It wasn't because of that ice sword—in this Goddess Furnace, he was the master, and all of Yi Qingwu's resistance was in vain.
He just thought that this woman was quite beautiful when she was angry.
Those eyes, which were originally clear and cold like autumn water, were now filled with anger and shame. The eye sockets were slightly red, the nostrils flared slightly, and even the breathing became rapid.
Her chest heaved, and the curves beneath her white dress were faintly visible.
Yi Qingwu's ice sword hovered three inches in front of Ye Feng's throat, the frost flowers condensed on the tip of the sword exuding a bone-chilling cold.
But Ye Feng didn't even glance at the sword.
Within this small world inside the Goddess Furnace, he was the absolute ruler.
The Dao patterns personally engraved by Emperor Hengyu on the furnace wall were already connected to his bloodline, and the laws of the entire furnace were under his control.
Let alone Yi Qingwu being just a minor cultivator in the Four Extremes Secret Realm, even a powerful expert from the Immortal Platform Secret Realm would have to obediently bow their head upon entering this furnace.
"Are you sure you want to point that sword at me?" Ye Feng tilted his head, a playful smile on his face.
Yi Qingwu's hands were trembling.
It wasn't because of fear—at least she herself was unwilling to admit that it was fear.
She is the most outstanding successor of the Guanghan Palace, a prodigy of the younger generation in the Ziwei Star Region, and Yin Tiande's fiancée. How could she show fear in front of a savage who appeared out of nowhere?
But her body is more honest than her mouth.
Her hand gripping the sword trembled slightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her breathing became rapid and irregular, and Ye Feng's figure was reflected in her clear, cold eyes, with a hint of panic she desperately tried to conceal hidden deep within her pupils.
"Let me out." Yi Qingwu gritted her teeth, her voice so cold it sounded like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth. "I'm saying this one last time."
"What a coincidence," Ye Feng took a step forward, the tip of the ice sword pressed against his throat, the sharp sword energy leaving a shallow white mark on his skin. "I'll say it one last time—once you're in, don't even think about leaving."
A cold glint flashed in Yi Qingwu's eyes, and she thrust out her ice sword!
She used all her strength in this sword strike. The blade, formed from the power of Yin, drew a blinding white light in the void. Before the sword even arrived, the chill had already set in, and the moisture in the air instantly condensed into ice crystals, which fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
But when the sword struck Ye Feng, it didn't even break his skin.
The physical strength of the Ancient Sacred Body, at the peak of the Four Extremes Secret Realm, is already several levels stronger than that of an ordinary Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator.
For him, Yi Qingwu's attack power, which was only at the level of someone who had just entered the Four Extremes Secret Realm, was no different from tickling an itch.
The ice sword shattered, turning into countless ice crystals that scattered across the sky.
Yi Qingwu's pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively stepped back, but her back quickly crashed into an invisible wall—the spatial barrier inside the Goddess Furnace.
There was no way to retreat.
"Look," Ye Feng approached slowly, each step hitting the rhythm of Yi Qingwu's heartbeat, like an invisible hammer striking her heart again and again, "I told you, once you're in this furnace, you can forget about getting out."
Yi Qingwu bit her lip, her eyes reddening, but she still stubbornly raised her head and glared at him.
She is a descendant of the Moon Palace, and she cannot bow down to a lecherous man.
Even if she can't win, even if she can't escape, she wants to die standing, not live on her knees.
But Ye Feng didn't give her the chance to die standing up.
He walked up to Yi Qingwu, the two of them so close they could feel each other's breath. Yi Qingwu was tense all over, like a cat with its fur standing on end; all her wariness and hostility reached their peak at that moment.
Then, Ye Feng reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Yi Qingwu froze.
Her mind went completely blank for a moment; all her thinking ability was crushed by this sudden hug.
She had lived for over twenty years, and no man had ever held her like that—no, it should be said that no man had ever dared to hold her like that.
"Let me go!" Yi Qingwu suddenly realized what was happening and struggled desperately like a fish that had been caught. "Let me go! You lecherous scoundrel! Bastard! Let me go!"
She punched Ye Feng in the chest, slammed her knee into his stomach, and even tried to bite his shoulder.
However, the physical body of the Ancient Sacred Body was so strong that it was despair-inducing. All her resistance was like hammering a piece of divine iron, which only made her hands hurt more and had no effect.
"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!"
Yi Qingwu's voice changed from a sharp shout to a pleading scream, and the tears in her eyes finally couldn't be held back and rolled down in large drops.
She is not a weak person.
From childhood to adulthood, she underwent countless rigorous training sessions in the Moon Palace, suffering injuries, bleeding, and even nearly dying in seclusion, but she never cried.
But now she's crying.
It wasn't because of pain, nor because of fear, but because of grievance—a deep-seated, unspeakable grievance.
Her innocence, her first kiss, everything she had, was taken away by this barbarian in that instant.
Ye Feng looked down at the woman in his arms, who was crying her eyes out. He saw that her delicate, almost unreal face was covered with tears, and that her once clear and cold eyes were now filled with tears and humiliation.
He didn't soften his heart.
Instead, he laughed.
That smile wasn't cruel or perverse, but rather the satisfaction and composure of a hunter watching his prey finally give up the struggle.
"You know what happens when you enter my Goddess Furnace, don't you?" Ye Feng lowered his head, his lips almost touching Yi Qingwu's earlobe. His voice was as soft as a breeze, yet every word clearly penetrated her ears. "What is the Goddess Furnace for? You don't know, do you?"
Yi Qingwu's body suddenly stiffened.
Of course she knew what the Goddess Furnace was for.
That was the nightmare of every woman in the entire Ziwei Star Region.
Back then, the ancestor of the Human Desire Path relied on the Goddess Furnace to run rampant on Ziwei Star, and it was this furnace that brought disaster to an entire generation of goddesses.
Women who are taken into the furnace, whether they are high and mighty fairies or aloof and solitary saintesses, will be corrupted by the "laws of human desire" contained in the furnace after staying in it for a period of time, and will be changed from the inside out.
They would become unrestrained, insatiable with hunger, and completely transformed, willingly kneeling before the furnace master, more obedient than the most docile slaves.
This is the truly terrifying aspect of the Goddess Furnace—it doesn't simply imprison women, but transforms them from the soul, crushing their reserve, dignity, and pride, leaving only naked desire in the end.