Chapter 279: Seductive Allure
"Does Young Master Lin think that I must have a purpose for coming to see you?"
Lan Jiao, hearing Lin Feng's question, had a hint of pitiful charm in her watery eyes. She took a small step forward, now only inches away from Lin Feng.
"Besides, when have I ever said that Young Master Lin couldn't touch me? If Young Master Lin likes it, my body is yours to do with as you please."
A shy, delicate voice came from Lan Jiao's lips, growing softer toward the end, yet filled with boundless seduction.
Lin Feng saw Lan Jiao lower her head, blushing shyly, her cheeks flushed crimson.
Her long dress, following the line of her snow-white shoulders, began to slip down bit by bit, slowly. The fullness of her pale skin became increasingly clear. Lin Feng's gaze froze on the sliding dress—just a little more, and he would see the scenery beneath.
"Does Young Master wish to see?"
A soft, seductive voice entered Lin Feng's ears, stirring his heart and making his mind wander. He blurted out, "Yes..."
As Lin Feng's words fell, Lan Jiao let go of her hands, and the dress slid down her body. The high, full mounds were suddenly revealed before him—pale, soft, seemingly full of elasticity, making Lin Feng want to reach out and caress them. Such beautiful peaks, arousing endless desire.
In Lin Feng, a wicked flame also rose slowly from his lower abdomen, burning fiercely.
"Does Young Master want Jiao Jiao?"
Another incredibly tempting voice rang out. With a bang, the wicked flame in Lin Feng's body surged wildly, beyond his control. He was a man, seventeen or eighteen years old, who aside from seeing Duan Xinye's body had never looked at another woman. How could he withstand such temptation? It nearly drove him mad.
At this moment, Lin Feng's eyes were bloodshot. His hand slowly extended, reaching toward that full, snow-white place.
"No!" Lin Feng shouted in his heart, his hand freezing in midair as his mind cleared somewhat.
"No, this isn't real. Beneath her dress, there should still be clothes. Why is there nothing now?"
Lin Feng's eyes regained a bit of clarity. What one sees is not necessarily the truth.
Closing his eyes slightly, Lin Feng let out a long breath. In the Unity of Heaven and Man, everything in heaven and earth became incomparably clear and distinct.
Lin Feng opened his eyes, as if a layer of illusory mist had dissipated, like flowers in a mirror or the moon's reflection on water. At this moment, Lan Jiao stood there smiling, still properly dressed in her long gown. Though sexy and beautiful, she was not naked at all.
What Lin Feng had seen just now was an illusion!
"What happened?"
Lin Feng's pupils contracted. Everything just now had been false, yet he had seen it so clearly.
"What is Young Master Lin thinking about?"
Lan Jiao chuckled lightly, a meaningful smile in her eyes as she stared at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's gaze stiffened, and he didn't speak. Could he tell Lan Jiao that he had just seen her naked body, but it was only imagined?
"Just now, it was an illusion."
Lin Feng looked at the smile in Lan Jiao's eyes and thought to himself. He couldn't have seen things for no reason.
Lin Feng—over the past six months, he had studied formations, alchemy, cultivated the Remnant Soul Heaven Art, and delved into three segments of memory. He hadn't focused on improving his cultivation, but his strength had still reached the peak of the Spirit Martial Realm, Eighth Layer. Even so, with the Unity of Heaven and Man and his strong will, he had still fallen into the illusion, ensnared by the illusion technique.
Clearly, Lan Jiao had just cast an illusion on him, causing his mind to lose its guard and be deceived by the illusion, leading to that seductive scene.
Lan Jiao was very formidable, far from being just an ordinary auctioneer from the Dream Pavilion. If the Dream Pavilion could produce someone this strong at random, how terrifying would the Dream Pavilion be?
"Miss Lan, although it was an illusion just now, what I imagined seeing was indeed your body. Aren't you the least bit bothered? Did you do this on purpose?" Lin Feng admitted to falling into the illusion without trying to hide it, speaking directly.
"You're wrong there, Young Master Lin." Lan Jiao laughed seductively, her eyes like silk threads as she looked at Lin Feng. "This illusion was indeed set by me, but I only played a guiding role. If Young Master Lin hadn't thought in that direction, how could you have seen such an illusion? In truth, everything in the illusion, though false, is also real—it's what Young Master Lin imagined in his heart."
"So, Young Master Lin, just now, you were bullying me!"
A coquettish complaint came from Lan Jiao's lips, carrying a hint of seductive allure. This woman was already beautiful, with a soft figure, and dressed so provocatively. Combined with the unique charm in every word she spoke, it was hard for anyone to resist. Even Lin Feng, with his strong will, had been like this, step by step falling into her illusion.
This had nothing to do with strength. It was simply because Lin Feng had been too careless, never thinking that what he saw could be false. He didn't even know when the illusion had begun. The illusion Lan Jiao had set was too real, so real that it seemed to blend with reality, leading Lin Feng naturally into it.
"You've shown your skill. Now, state your purpose."
Lin Feng said calmly. Having been deceived once, he wouldn't fall for it again next time, wouldn't enter the illusion.
The Unity of Heaven and Man state was, after all, about merging with heaven and earth. As long as he remained vigilant, a single thought could clear everything, just like when he had awakened earlier—unless he encountered someone even stronger at setting illusions.
"Young Master Lin is still so impatient. Since you're so eager to know, I'll be straightforward."
With a light laugh, Lan Jiao spoke to Lin Feng: "Young Master Lin, I've come this time to invite you to join us."
"Join you? The Dream Pavilion?"
A flash of surprise crossed Lin Feng's eyes. He clearly hadn't expected Lan Jiao's purpose to be recruiting him.
"You could say that, but we are more than just the Dream Pavilion." Lan Jiao smiled, causing Lin Feng's heart to stir.
More than just the Dream Pavilion? Her words undoubtedly told him that the Dream Pavilion was only their surface organization.
"Sorry, I'm not interested." Lin Feng shook his head decisively, making Lan Jiao's smile stiffen slightly, though only for a moment.
"I haven't finished yet. Why is Young Master Lin in such a hurry to refuse?" The smile returned to her face as Lan Jiao continued slowly: "Young Master Lin, joining us means having access to endless cultivation resources—powerful techniques, martial skills. As long as you perform well, you'll have everything you need. And perhaps, what Young Master Lin saw just now might become reality."
Seduction dripped from Lan Jiao's voice. Techniques, martial skills, everything available, and even a hint that he might have a chance with her—these conditions were very tempting.
"Sorry, I'm not interested!" Lin Feng smiled, repeating himself without a doubt, leaving Lan Jiao stunned again.
Not interested? Was he not interested in techniques and martial skills, or not interested in her? Or perhaps, neither.
Did she hold no appeal for Lin Feng at all? This made a hint of dejection rise in Lan Jiao's heart. She had used every trick to seduce Lin Feng, yet it had been completely useless—something she had never expected.
For Lin Feng, he didn't lack techniques or martial skills. The powerful Venerable's memories contained many formidable techniques and martial skills, even divine abilities like the Remnant Soul Heaven Art.
As for women, aside from her seductive charm, Lan Jiao couldn't compare to Meng Qing in purity and beauty. Even Duan Xinye was more beautiful and noble than her.
Joining them meant gaining something, but it also meant paying a price—being bound, losing freedom. That was clearly not what Lin Feng wanted, so there was no need to even consider it.
"Young Master Lin, do you know who saved Leng Yue? What if I told you it was someone you can't afford to provoke, and that you might face a deadly threat in the future?" A hint of unwillingness flashed in Lan Jiao's eyes as she continued.
"Are you finished?" Lin Feng stared at Lan Jiao. When soft tactics failed, she resorted to threats?
Lan Jiao's gaze froze, but Lin Feng continued: "If you're done, please leave. A girl in my room late at night—it wouldn't look good. You might not mind, but I do."
With that, Lan Jiao stared at him intently, a trace of grievance in her eyes.
"Hmph!"
With a petulant snort, Lan Jiao shot Lin Feng an angry glare, then hurried out of the room, directly leaving the inn.