"Sis, my meridians and bloodline are ruined. I'm a good-for-nothing. I really can't do this."
On the bed, Chu Yang shielded himself in terror and scrambled backward, his eyes darting around as he desperately searched for a chance to escape. He didn't dare look at the woman before him, who was as beautiful as a fairy.
Her skin was as white as snow, and her hair flowed like a black waterfall. Her face was as lovely as a peach blossom, but her eyes revealed a cold aloofness and majesty. Her aura seemed to place her above all living beings, like a female emperor.
Her name was Mu Qiuxue, the peerless female emperor who stood above the Myriad Worlds and subdued the ages: the Tai Xuan Empress.
Chu Yang, by contrast, was merely a member of a powerful family in the Great Qian Dynasty of the Tianyuan World.
Mu Qiuxue's eyes glittered like stars as she said coldly, "You have two choices: take off your clothes and cultivate dual cultivation with me, or die."
The bone-chilling coldness and emotionless gaze left Chu Yang trembling with fear.
At this point, he had no choice.
A possibility suddenly occurred to him: he had encountered a female fiend. The greatest hobby of female fiends in the cultivation world was capturing untouched men like him, then using them to replenish their yin and yang and increase their cultivation.
Every man who had been drained this way had died without exception.
Either way, he was going to die.
If he could enjoy the company of such a beautiful woman before he died, it would be worth it.
Chu Yang gritted his teeth, stripped off his clothes, and lay stiffly on the bed. "Come on. I'll just pretend I'm being pinned down by a ghost."
