Chu Feng had seen his fair share of beautiful women.
There was the adorable Su Mei, the sultry Su Rou, and the breathtakingly beautiful Zi Ling.
And, of course, there was the Queen — a perfect blend of cuteness and allure, an almost flawless figure in every sense.
But the woman standing before him now, hovering in the void and pinning him down with her oppressive aura, possessed a beauty uniquely her own.
Beauty came in many forms — regal, domineering, or cold and untouchable.
This woman's aura, however, belonged to the kind that transcended the mortal world entirely. Pure. Ethereal.
Chu Feng had never seen such innocence in a person before.
Her clear, limpid eyes, her skin white as jade — her purity was like an flawless piece of precious stone, untouched by any artificial refinement, formed entirely by nature.
If there truly existed an otherworldly fairy untainted by the dust of the mortal realm, she would be it.
Of course, Chu Feng had no idea what kind of person she truly was or what her temperament might be.
All he could see was her face and the impression it gave him.
As for whether she was as clean and transparent as her appearance suggested, or cunning and treacherous beneath the surface — that was impossible to say.
Still, at the very least, the way this woman looked at Chu Feng right now made him feel oddly at ease.
Her gaze was nothing like that of other women — filled with deep resentment, or even brimming with killing intent.
But neither was it gentle, given that she was the one suppressing him with her aura.
Yet her eyes were perfectly calm. No hostility, and of course… no goodwill either.
Because of this, even though she had him restrained under her pressure, Chu Feng found it remarkably difficult to feel any enmity toward her.
Well, perhaps that had something to do with her innocent appearance as well.
A woman who looked so harmless, so pure and clear as water — how many people could truly harbor hostility toward her?
Perhaps that was simply the advantage of being beautiful.
"What are you staring at, demon?"
A sharp shout snapped Chu Feng back to his senses.
The rebuke came from someone standing beside the woman.
It seemed that Chu Feng had been gazing at her so intently that it provoked the anger of her companion.
"Demon?"
"I see — you think these people's deaths have something to do with me?"
"You've got it wrong. I'm no demon."
Chu Feng explained.
"No need to explain yourself, sir. Whether you are a demon or not — I will determine that myself."
The innocent-looking woman spoke.
Even her voice was extraordinarily pleasant.
As she spoke, a bronze mirror floated out from within her sleeve.
The mirror had appeared utterly ordinary at first, but once she activated it, a beam of light shot forth.
The light fell upon Chu Feng, and he felt nothing but a warm, comfortable sensation spreading through his body — nothing more.
During this process, the expressions of the surrounding women began to change. In particular, the ones who had been aiming their silver swords at Chu Feng gradually lowered their weapons.
Chu Feng could feel the oppressive force binding him dissipate from his body entirely.
"My apologies, sir."