"This is an aphrodisiac. It also has another nameââaphrodisiac.â"
Song Changshengâs mind exploded. âAn aphrodisiac?â
"A fucking Tier Three âaphrodisiacâ? Is this some kind of sick joke!" Song Changsheng looked at the Pill emanating fluctuations of Spiritual Power, feeling as if the universe was messing with him.
For a dignified Tier Three Alchemist to be refining an âaphrodisiacâ... This was absurd on a whole new level. Song Changsheng had racked his brains, but he never would have imagined this as the answer.
"Uh... are you sure?" Song Changsheng tried, grasping at straws.
"What, you donât believe me?" Xia Wanyun held the Pill to her nose and took a light sniff. A flush immediately spread across her delicate cheeks, and Song Changsheng could have sworn he heard faint sounds that would "make a manâs blood boil."
"More importantly, how do you even recognize an âaphrodisiacâ?" Song Changsheng stared at the Pill, which glowed with a purple light, still struggling to accept the fact that he had managed to loot two "aphrodisiacs."
Xia Wanyun blinked flirtatiously, her voice turning sweet. "Because that old bastard prepared it for me. How do you think Iâd know?"
"For you..." Song Changshengâs eyes traveled up and down her form, his disbelief growing. âFor someone like her, would he really need to resort to a crude method like an âaphrodisiacâ?â
"Of course, itâs no ordinary âaphrodisiacâ. During the union of Yin and Yang, whoever takes this Pill will become the otherâs Furnace Cauldron. I have a special constitution, which is why that wretched old man abducted me.
"Young Master, would you like to give it a try?" Xia Wanyun gave him a coquettish look, but one of her delicate hands had, at some point, moved to her waist.
Understanding dawned on Song Changsheng. He had been wondering why this Evil Cultivator would risk his life to kidnap a mere Auctioneer. Though she possessed a beauty that could ruin nations, Purple Mansion Cultivators were without exception individuals of resolute will; how could one be so easily swayed by a pretty face?
But a special constitution would explain everything. In this world, apart from their Spirit Root, some Cultivators are also born with a special constitution, though the chances are very low.
Song Changsheng sometimes wondered if Song Qingxi also possessed some kind of special constitution. After all, the Spirit Plants she tended to grew exceptionally well. Even that Cyan Plum Tree was on the verge of reaching Entry-Level and becoming a true Spirit Fruit Tree.
The difference between "No Grade" and "Entry-Level" might sound minor, but their values were as far apart as heaven and earthâcompletely incomparable.
If Song Qingxi truly possessed a relevant special constitution, it would be like the clan had struck gold.
Unfortunately, the Song Clan possessed no treasure capable of detecting special constitutions, so Song Changsheng had never been able to confirm his suspicions.
Now that the confusion in his mind was cleared up, the fact that heâd looted a couple of "aphrodisiacs" didnât seem quite so hard to swallow.
Choosing to ignore Xia Wanyunâs last comment, Song Changsheng briefly explained their current predicament. He finished by saying, "Fellow Daoist Xia, this Illusionary Array is rather troublesome. It will take some time to break. If you have a way of contacting your seniors, you should give it a try."
This was partly a suggestion for her to call for reinforcements, and partly an attempt to put her at ease.
He might have ignored her provocative words from before, but that didnât mean he hadnât understood her intent. She was testing him to see if he had any untoward intentions. In all likelihood, she had probably tested Xu Yunhe already.
If he had given in to his desires just now, he would have likely fallen into one of her hidden traps.
Song Changsheng could understand her reasoning. She was, after all, a stunning beauty with a perfect figure, possessing a special constitution that even Purple Mansion Cultivators found irresistible. It was only natural for her to feel insecure, being in such a weakened state with two virile, hot-blooded men.
Her actions since waking up might have made her seem desperate and lustful, but in reality, they were all a means to test or control them.
If he wasnât mistaken, Xia Wanyun surely had a trump card hidden up her sleeve. It probably wouldnât be enough to handle a Purple Mansion Cultivator, but it would likely be very effective against the two of them.
That was why he chose this method to reassure her.
Sure enough, after Song Changsheng finished speaking, Xia Wanyunâs tense body relaxed slightly. She tossed the Pill to him, then lay sideways on the Qingshi slab, crossing her legs. After tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she said, "I do have a Communication Jade Scroll, I just donât know if its message can penetrate this Illusionary Array."
"We wonât know until we try. If a Purple Mansion Great Cultivator doesnât intervene, with my skill in Arrays, thereâs no telling when weâll get out." At the moment, Song Changsheng had little confidence in his ability to break the Array.
Hearing this, Xia Wanyun took out a Jade Scroll and crushed it with a little force. A beam of light wreathed in Purple Qi shot into the sky, speeding due south.
But just as the light was about to leave the dense forest, it seemed to strike an invisible barrier and ricocheted back. A thick mist then rose, and the purple glow began to dart about erratically within the bamboo grove until its Mana was exhausted and it dissipated into nothingness.
âIs everything blocked?â Song Changsheng frowned slightly. It seemed they couldnât count on outside help. Still, at least they could now confirm that Luoxia City was due south. That was a small silver lining, at least.
At that moment, the Sword Qi circulating around Xu Yunhe began to diminish, eventually vanishing completely.
He opened his eyes, his gaze first falling on Xia Wanyun. Seeing that she hadnât made any rash moves, he then turned to Song Changsheng. "Brother Song," he asked, "have you made any headway?"