Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Art of Seduction Perfected! This Is True Cultivation!

If it weren’t for Bai Ke’s words—uttered entirely on instinct—he would probably be stammering by now.

Because the Lin Yi before Bai Ke was simply too fierce!

Not only was Zhang Fang’s back blackened and charred, but she had also been kicked by Lin Yi, falling face-first like a dog with its tail between its legs, utterly disheveled.

This wasn’t just a battle; it was a one-sided crushing defeat!

Now, Lin Yi had closed the distance and was right behind Zhang Fang.

Zhang Fang knew that fleeing required time, so she stood up and took a defensive stance by turning the tables with an offensive move, extending one hand forward.

Her hand was covered in dense black mottling—dark, grim, and revolting.

Her long fingernails resembled tiny daggers, radiating a chilling, ominous black mist.

At a glance, one could tell this hand was saturated with ill-omened energy.

This was Zhang Fang’s full-force counterattack after being wounded.

With her back to Lin Yi, Zhang Fang tried to spin around and slash at him with her claw-like nails, but the violent black mist was no match for Lin Yi.

The thick black mist even corroded some nearby rocks with a sizzling sound as Zhang Fang turned.

This eerie, ominous energy was compressed to an intensely concentrated degree.

When the black mist touched Lin Yi, it also hissed, but instead of corroding him, the mist began to dissolve!

Everything had reversed!

Golden sparks on Lin Yi’s body seemed to grow stronger and more radiant, eventually shining brilliantly.

In the dim hall of the pigeonhole, the golden light almost completely overwhelmed the black mist, continuously compressing its space.

“Ahhh… You’re so young, yet so powerful… ahhh…” Zhang Fang’s agonized screams filled the air as her nails dissolved along with the black mist into powder, and in the blink of an eye, her hand was nearly bare.

“I’m in a tough spot. I really want to kill you—I truly do—but… I also have my reasons not to!” she cried out.

“You belong to me. You are mine alone, Lin Yi. I will send you to the demon prison and take good care of you—well, on the condition that you help me…”

Hearing Lin Yi’s words, Zhang Fang, amid her screams, was utterly bewildered.

“Help you? How could I help you? I…” she stammered, confused.

Immediately, regret washed over her—Lin Yi’s mind was clearly not right.

From beginning to end, his thought process was unlike that of a normal person.

Run! Run away! Better not engage with this madman; she needed to escape quickly.

But then Lin Yi’s next words made Zhang Fang suddenly realize why she should stay.

Although her strength seemed no match for Lin Yi, she still possessed a secret weapon.

Once she unleashed it, Lin Yi would be trapped immediately.

Many formidable opponents had become subjugated under her, dying miserably at her hands.

“Since my identity at the Tianhe City Paranormal Investigation Bureau is already exposed, I might as well take this chance to feast, then leave,” she thought grimly.

Lin Yi’s exact words were this:

After stripping Zhang Fang’s hand bare, Lin Yi faced her fleeing form and said, “Zhang Fang, you can use your charm technique…”

That single sentence sparked a gleam in Zhang Fang’s eyes.

Her fearsome, terrifying face broke into a smile.

At that moment, her smile exuded a mesmerizing allure that could charm hundreds with a single glance.

Her smile seemed to induce hallucinations just by looking at it!

One smile could heal all wounds!

Zhang Fang agreed wholeheartedly—who could resist her charm technique?

Her smile persisted as she began turning back, though her body remained still.

With a loud “bang,” Zhang Fang dramatically demonstrated what it meant to have her clothes explode.

Her back was already in tatters, and even her pants were torn halfway.

Lin Yi’s previous kick had landed there, soft and without resistance.

Now, all her clothes shattered completely.

At this moment, Zhang Fang wore only her lingerie, resembling a swimsuit.

Endless black mist spread outward like tendrils.

The mist expanded in all directions, and Zhang Fang’s corpse-like spots and blemishes seemed to vanish.

Her skin became pale and smooth again, as if she were a living beauty, not a corpse.

More than that, as her clothes tore and her skin regained its beauty, Zhang Fang turned around once more.

Her four sharp fangs, her face mottled with corpse spots and bulging veins, disappeared completely.

Her face was flawless and radiant, brimming with youthful vitality that made one want to reach out and touch her.

Her fair, smooth skin stretched out like a shining canvas, stirring the most primal desires.

This was the enchantress of the dead, a master of allurement!

Every inch of her skin, every movement, was naturally infused with seductive magic.

The boundless black mist radiated from her body in all directions, even affecting Bai Ke and the others.

Even Li Qinqin, the so-called “Little Enchantress” Li Xianzi, a woman herself, found the beauty before her so tantalizing that she longed to touch it.

However, the charm’s influence was relatively shallow.

When the black mist spread, Bai Ke and the others immediately summoned their internal energy.

Boom, boom, boom… the aura around them surged, like mighty ships resisting the mist’s corrosion.

The influence was minor but undeniable.

In their minds appeared a beautiful woman dancing continuously, singing seductively as her clothes gradually slipped away.

Bai Ke and the others’ hearts stirred uncontrollably.

Yet, despite their mental resistance, insisting this was just a corpse, their bodies still yearned uncontrollably.

Such was the power of the charm—like certain drugs that, no matter how strong your cultivation, can subtly ensnare you and produce their effects.

This charm worked in much the same way.

Moreover, Zhang Fang’s own strength matched that of an A-grade demon or monster.

According to Lin Yi’s guess, this charm corpse woman was similar to a deformed demon fox, born with the innate ability to suppress her aura, making her appear only as a B-grade mid-tier expert, thus evading detection.

Now, fully unleashing her ominous energy, the terrifying aura of an A-grade demon burst forth.

Her charm had the power to transcend rank and reveal her true abilities, so it was no surprise Bai Ke and the others had fallen into her trap.

Nevertheless, they managed to endure the assault without being completely overwhelmed.

Soon, they began to regain clarity.

Their awakening was largely thanks to a video on their phones, where Elder An Yingxiong was shouting at them.

Earlier, Bai Ke had claimed Lin Yi didn’t need support, leaving Elder An Yingxiong stunned; then he noticed Bai Ke’s bloodshot eyes and the faint, uncontrolled smile on his lips.

“Bai Ke, snap out of it, snap out of it…” the elder’s voice cracked through the video.

Though it carried no spiritual energy, its harsh tone pierced their haze.

With their own efforts to resist, Bai Ke and the others gradually cleared their minds.

Realizing they had even drooled was mortifying.

This was utterly embarrassing!

When they saw Li Qinqin, the “Little Enchantress,” also flushed and dreamy-eyed, they nodded silently—embarrassment was not theirs alone; even the little enchantress was affected.

After all, she was still a woman.

Despite this, Bai Ke and the others knew their priority was to rush out and check on Lin Yi.

The black mist lingered faintly, concentrated most around Lin Yi.

At first glance, Bai Ke and the others felt a chill—had Lin Yi been caught in the spell?

His expression was one of satisfied amusement.

Before they could respond to Elder An Yingxiong or move forward, Lin Yi burst into hearty laughter, echoing like thunder.

Their hearts sank deeper.

Had Lin Yi fallen into the same charm-induced hallucination as them, seeing some indescribable scene—a captivating beauty and such—that explained his laughter?

They grew even more anxious.

Unbeknownst to them, Lin Yi was laughing because he was utterly delighted!

He knew the plan had worked!

This charm corpse woman’s magic was powerful, like an illusion—much like a mermaid demon’s song, all the ill-omened energy she emitted enhanced her illusionary powers, and these energies served to temper and refine.

Unlike the spirit water in a terrestrial spirit well, this illusionary energy constantly guided Lin Yi’s consciousness and soul to remain on full defense, amplifying the tempering effect.

Lin Yi felt his shadowy soul and primordial spirit growing stronger and more perceptive.

Most importantly, the scenes he saw were exquisitely beautiful… inspiring endless fantasies!

This was true cultivation!

“This is perfect! This charm corpse woman not only offers visual and mental pleasure but also tempers my shadow soul and primordial spirit. Yes, it’s you—I must capture you and send you to the demon prison to keep my little mermaid companion company,” Lin Yi said, practically drooling.

Lin Yi’s demeanor only deepened the misunderstanding.

The charm corpse woman’s smile grew even sweeter as she turned around, deliberately arching her hips upward in a provocative gesture.

Though Lin Yi had just kicked her there moments before.

Her slender fingers, pale as scallions, straight and slightly hooked, pointed teasingly toward Lin Yi as she spoke in a coquettish tone:

“Big brother, am I beautiful or not…”

Her charm was comprehensive—not just in movement but in voice, which sent tingles down your spine, like an electric current, making your ears feel as if they were about to blossom.

Step by step, she approached Lin Yi.

“Whoosh!”

Having regained their senses, Bai Ke shouted alarmingly, thrusting his phone into a colleague’s hand and rushing forward.

The little enchantress Li Qinqin grit her teeth, hatred flashing in her eyes: “Serves you right, Lin Yi, you deserve this misfortune!”