"Qingyun Pill?"
Jin Yanyu's gaze was calm. "This pill is useless to me."
"Impossible!"
Hu Yaoshi's face instantly froze.
Li Ling's expression also darkened. "Miss Yan, you can't joke about your own body."
"This pill truly is useless to Miss Yan."
An aged voice suddenly sounded.
It was an old woman. "Half a year ago, I already gave Miss Yan a Qingyun Pill. The effect was minimal."
"It's Saint Sun of Pills!"
This old woman was also a Pill Saint, with even greater fame than Hu Yaoshi.
Once she spoke, Hu Yaoshi was left with nothing to say.
"Miss Yan," Saint Sun said apologetically, "I've been racking my brains for the past half year on how to detoxify you, but I still have no clue."
"Thank you for your kindness, Saint Sun, but my poison has already been cured."
Jin Yanyu spoke softly.
"What?"
Saint Sun was stunned, quickly stepping forward to take Jin Yanyu's pulse. Then she said, "From your pulse, your poison really has been removed—and only just recently. Which master cured you, Miss Yan?"
Jin Yanyu's gaze softened as she looked at Yang Cheng. "Little benefactor, thank you for saving me."
"Him?"
Everyone turned to Yang Cheng, their faces full of disbelief.
"How do you know it was me?" Yang Cheng asked.
"Earlier, I felt a mysterious power flow into my body. The aura of that power was almost identical to the one on you," Jin Yanyu said.
Hearing this, Yang Cheng understood.
He had consumed plenty of Xiantian Spirit Liquid before, so naturally his body carried that aura.
"Impossible! You're just trying to fool me," Li Ling snapped. "Even a Pill Saint couldn't cure your poison—how could he possibly do it?"
"I wouldn't know. And I have no obligation to explain anything to Young Master Li," Jin Yanyu replied coldly.
Then she looked tenderly at Yang Cheng. "Little benefactor, since you saved me, then tonight I'm yours."
That sentence made many people's breathing quicken.
Jin Yanyu had always been a pure courtesan—she had never served anyone before.
This was equivalent to declaring that tonight would be her deflowering.
The male guests present could not help but feel jealous.
Almost all of them had coveted Yanyu for years, yet none had succeeded.
Who would have thought she'd end up in the hands of a little brat who hadn't even grown all his hair yet?
Even if that brat clearly lacked the ability, it was still infuriating.
Jin Yanyu pulled Yang Cheng along to leave.
Yang Cheng smiled and didn't resist.
The first moment she saw him, her reaction had been unusual—long before he saved her.
It was obvious she already knew him.
The fish had most likely taken the bait at last.
But a figure suddenly blocked their path. "If you don't explain clearly, don't think about leaving."
It was Li Ling.
He had paid a huge price for today, even inviting a Pill Saint over. How could he accept having the prize stolen away?
Jin Yanyu frowned.
"You want an explanation? Fine, I'll give you one," Yang Cheng said.
[Accepting reward.]
In an instant, a flood of alchemy knowledge poured into his mind.
Within moments, his alchemy skills went from nothing to mastery, reaching perfection in a single leap.
He then looked at Hu Yaoshi. "Your pill-making is terrible."
To avoid failure, Hu Yaoshi had prepared several sets of Qingyun Pill ingredients.
Yang Cheng walked straight over and began refining with those materials.
"What are you doing?"
Hu Yaoshi snapped, "These herbs are extremely precious. Can you afford to waste them?"
"I'll buy them," Jin Yanyu said directly. "If my benefactor wants to play, even if it's something a hundred times more valuable than these herbs, I'll gladly buy it for him."
The others became even more jealous.
Hu Yaoshi was displeased and wanted to say more, but when his gaze swept over Yang Cheng, he suddenly froze.
Yang Cheng had already begun refining pills. His movements were smooth and fluid—clearly not the work of a novice.
"This…"
"Why do I feel like this young master's pill-making is even more skilled than Hu Yaoshi's?"
The people around them were stunned.
Under everyone's gaze, Yang Cheng spent only half a quarter of an hour to refine a full furnace of Qingyun Pills.
That's right—a full furnace.
When the furnace lid opened, ten pills flew out.
Earlier, Hu Yaoshi had only produced one.
"Ten Qingyun Pills?"
"Impossible! That's a one-hundred-percent success rate."
Everyone present was shaken.
"At this level, not to mention Hu Yaoshi—even I can't compare," Saint Sun of Pills said in disbelief.
Yang Cheng turned to Jin Yanyu. "Miss Yan, we can leave now."
Jin Yanyu came back to her senses, her eyes filled with surprise as she looked at him. She hadn't expected him to know alchemy, much less at such a high level.
Before long, Yang Cheng walked into Jin Yanyu's fragrant chamber under countless envious stares.
A faint floral scent filled the air, refreshing and pleasant.
"Little benefactor, shall I dance a piece for you first?" Jin Yanyu asked.
"Alright," Yang Cheng replied.
Jin Yanyu slipped off her shoes, revealing flawless, jade-like bare feet. Her slender fingers pinched the hem of her skirt, toes touching the ground as she spun like a returning wind. The gauzy sash at her waist floated around her like drifting clouds circling the moon.
In that moment, she was like an otherworldly fairy.
Suddenly, she spun to stand before Yang Cheng, bending her waist back in an exaggerated arc so that her long black hair brushed across his face.
Her eyes held a hint of allure, and her red lips parted slightly as she breathed a faint orchid-like fragrance into his ear.
Any ordinary man would have been burning with desire by now.
But Yang Cheng's gaze remained clear.
If he were still the over five-hundred-year-old Asura Demon Lord, he might have felt something for Jin Yanyu.
But in this small body, he couldn't muster the slightest desire for a woman.
Jin Yanyu smiled faintly, her eyes bright.
It had been a long time since she had danced purely for the sake of dancing. In the past, whenever she performed, the men's eyes always seemed ready to devour her.
But in Yang Cheng's eyes, there was only pure appreciation.
For a moment, her sleeves fluttered, her hair ornaments swayed, and her movements grew even more charming and unrestrained.
Her dance naturally produced a few sounds.
Those sounds carried outside, making many people widen their eyes.
"What's going on in the courtesan queen's chamber for it to be so noisy?"
"Hiss… people really can't be judged by appearances. That little young master is so young, yet he has such skill?"
The male guests were utterly shocked, thinking this young master was truly gifted.
Inside the chamber, Jin Yanyu had stopped dancing.
After the dance, her clothes were slightly disheveled, revealing faint glimpses that carried a deadly temptation.
Several drops of sweat slid down her swan-like neck and disappeared into her collar.
The floral fragrance in the room grew even richer.
The scent, the dance, and her eyes—all of it could subtly influence a person's mind.
Yang Cheng felt as if his spirit was on the verge of slipping into illusion.
But Jin Yanyu had underestimated his mental strength.