Chapter 946: Asking for the Impossible

Because he actually saw that Night Owl wasn’t angry at all—instead, her pretty face flushed red as she closed her eyes.

What’s even more outrageous was that she had pulled open the collar of her clothes herself.

“No… this can’t be, right?”

Yi Feng’s face darkened, and he was completely dumbfounded.

This woman couldn’t possibly be this absurd.

Not only was she not angry, but she was even willing to… try him out?

Especially with that expression of hers—she actually seemed eager?

Good heavens.

Yi Feng scratched his head frantically.

What was wrong with this world?

He was clearly acting like a scoundrel—she should’ve slapped him to death or poisoned him with the deadliest toxin!

Not… spread her legs and let him have his way!

No, no, no.

There was no way a woman like this existed in the world—this was beyond ridiculous.

Suddenly, Yi Feng recalled a saying:

The most skilled hunters often appear as prey.

Could it be that this woman had already marked him as her prey?

That she had long wanted to manipulate and toy with him?

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

This woman was too horrifying.

And whether his suspicions were true or not, the situation had already spiraled completely out of his control, veering into uncharted territory.

Yi Feng turned to flee, but the moment he stood up, a hand grabbed onto his underpants.

“Young Master Yi, where are you going?”

This only scared Yi Feng even more. Without a second thought, he tore free, leaving his underpants in shreds as he scrambled away in panic.

Back in his room, Yi Feng shut the door and leaned against it, panting heavily, his heart still pounding with lingering fear.

This woman’s schemes ran too deep.

Under normal circumstances, as a red-blooded man, he would’ve had some… thoughts about a woman like Night Owl—someone with both beauty and a stunning figure.

But the way things had unfolded had instantly killed any such desires.

He truly hadn’t expected that his flawless plan would end in such a manner.

Meanwhile, on the other side…

Night Owl stared blankly at the now-empty room, her face filled with disappointment.

“Why?”

“Am I not good enough?”

She turned to the mirror, scrutinizing her reflection as she searched for answers.

Just then, a lizard crawled out from under the pillow.

“Damn it, so it was you!”

The moment she saw the lizard, Night Owl’s expression turned icy.

“You ruined everything for me.”

With a cold snort, she formed a hand seal, and a dark light enveloped the lizard.

The creature stiffened instantly, turning to stone.

“I’ll seal you away for the next decade or so.”

With that, she tossed the petrified lizard into her Storage Ring before sitting back down in front of the mirror.

“Did Young Master Yi really run away because of the Demon Pill?”

“Or… does he simply not like me?”

Her brows furrowed tightly before she suddenly straightened up. With a wave of her hand, she cast several seals, locking the doors and windows.

At the same time, she expanded her senses, ensuring she would detect anyone approaching within a hundred yards.

Then, she walked over to the bed.

There, lying on the sheets, was a torn pair of underpants.

After confirming once more that no one was nearby, she picked them up with both hands, bringing them nervously to her nose.

“Is this… the scent of a man?”

She held them close to her chest for a long time before finally folding them with utmost care, treating them like a priceless treasure as she tucked them into her Storage Ring—the one reserved for her most precious belongings.

Just then, she sensed someone approaching.

With another wave, she dispelled the seals on the doors and windows, sitting down with an unreadable expression.

Soon after, several master poisoners from the Poison Sky Island came to seek an audience.

“Greetings, Lady Night Owl.”

An invisible pressure weighed down on them, and none dared to even breathe loudly as they bowed respectfully.

Even though they were fellow poisoners, they couldn’t help but fear this Poison Queen.

And they knew all too well what she was capable of.

If she was displeased, she wouldn’t care who you were—not even if you were her subordinate.

Poisoning an entire city on a whim was nothing to her.

And the number of Semi-Saints who had died by her hand? At least eight, if not ten.

In short, she was a ruthless demoness—one you had to tread carefully around.

Their visit today was to seek guidance on some alchemical matters.

Night Owl remained cold and indifferent throughout, answering only selectively.

Still, they managed to get some answers to their questions.

Eager to leave—since even a moment longer in her presence was suffocating—they prepared to take their leave.

“Wait.”

Night Owl stopped them.

“Does my lady have further instructions?” they asked, turning back respectfully.

“There’s something you need to remember for the upcoming trials,” she said sternly. “You must ensure Young Master Yi’s survival.”

“Huh?”

The Poison Sky Island elders were stunned.

“Ensure his survival?”

“My lady, you know as well as we do that if the experiment fails, it’s one thing. But if it succeeds… keeping the test subject alive is extremely difficult…” one of them couldn’t help but say.

“Hmm?”

“Are you questioning me?”

Night Owl’s gaze turned frosty, and a faint black mist began to seep from her body.

The group shuddered, hastily lowering their heads. “We wouldn’t dare!”

“What we mean is… we can only try our best, but we can’t guarantee it,” an elder said helplessly.

“I don’t care how you do it. Just make sure he lives,” Night Owl said flatly, leaving no room for argument.

The poisoners were at a complete loss.

This was downright impossible!

While they admired Yi Feng’s character and his willingness to step forward as a volunteer, ensuring his survival once the toxins took hold was beyond even their expertise.

What baffled them even more was…

Had anyone else said this, it might’ve made sense.

But coming from Night Owl—someone who cared for nothing and no one—it felt bizarre.

Since when did she care about anyone’s life?

Noble ideals?

They didn’t believe for a second that such things could change her.

If anything, the number of so-called “noble” types she’d killed probably numbered in the hundreds.

Still, none dared to defy her orders.

They could only do their best to keep Yi Feng alive—especially since they, too, didn’t want such a righteous man to die.

Once they left, Night Owl sealed the doors and windows again.

She studied her makeup and attire in the mirror.

“Could it be… Young Master Yi doesn’t like my usual style?”

She waved a hand, summoning a mist of water to wipe her face clean.

As the makeup faded, her natural beauty shone through, her delicate features even more striking without the heavy cosmetics.

She reapplied her makeup—this time opting for a fresh, youthful look with rosy hues.

“As for these clothes…”

She glanced down at her outfit before transforming into a streak of light, flying away from Poison Sky Island.