A hundred zhang from where Yang Kai was, there was a massive depression in the ground. Standing within it was a woman with a slender, graceful figure, snow-white skin, and not a single stitch of clothing on her body.
She stood in the depression, lightly touching her forehead, slowly rubbing it, gazing about in a daze.
She was in the same state Yang Kai had just been in—groggy from the catastrophe, not yet fully understanding what had happened.
Standing there, her snow-white body radiated an alluring porcelain sheen. Her chest rose proudly like mountain ridges—full and remarkably supple. Her long, fair legs were shapely and pale, and the beauty between them was enough to make any man's blood run hot.
Crimson trails of blood streaked across her skin, lending her an oddly captivating allure.
Her entire body ached with excruciating pain. The slightest movement drew a stifled moan from her throat, like the most intoxicating melody rippling through heaven and earth.
As she rubbed her temples and thought, she gradually came to understand her situation and recalled what had happened before. Her beautiful eyes contracted sharply, and a killing intent as cold as a blade surfaced in the depths of her pupils. Her delicate body trembled.
She clenched her teeth and drew a deep breath—her full chest tracing a soul-stealing arc—and steadied herself.
Then she reached for her storage ring, withdrew a fragrant pill, and popped it into her mouth to recover her injuries and strength.
She also produced a pair of snow-white undergarments from her storage ring—tiny, exquisitely delicate, barely the size of a palm. She didn't know what material they were made from. Many intricate, beautiful patterns had been cut into the fabric.
She raised one foot and bent at the waist, preparing to dress herself first.
Just then, a rustling sound came from above. Fragments of rock slid down from overhead.
Hearing the commotion, her lovely face drained of color, and she looked up sharply.
Then she saw a man standing at the edge of the deep pit—she had no idea when he'd appeared—staring down at her with wide, gleaming eyes. His gaze was utterly brazen, lingering like a blade over the most private, most hidden parts of her body, committing every detail to memory.
She recognized his face instantly.
It was he who had passed by the valley some days ago, forcing her to abandon that transaction.
It was he she had spent two months searching for—she had killed two thousand people in the process!
It was he who had fled alongside her when the warship was destroyed.
And now here he stood, completely naked, without a single thread. His exposed muscles were firm and powerful, his masculine form displayed with brazen ostentation—like an elephant's trunk defiling her sacred eyes, piercing into her unblemished heart!
Then she realized she, too, was naked—bent at the waist, her breasts quivering, one fair leg lifted, looking for all the world like the most wanton woman fawning over her lover, proactively displaying every beauty she possessed…
She was overcome with shame and fury!
"You're asking for—" she cried out. But before she could finish, her face turned deathly pale and she erupted into violent coughing. Bright blood seeped from the corners of her thin, delicate lips. She pressed a small hand to her chest and stumbled back several steps.
Her injuries were far worse than Yang Kai's. Every internal organ had shifted out of place. Though the fiery armor she'd worn earlier had shielded her from most visible external wounds, those hidden injuries were far more dangerous.
"—die!" She ground the word out through gritted teeth and fixed Yang Kai with a murderous glare. Her jaw was clenched, her expression one of someone who wished she could tear him apart with her bare hands.
No man had ever seen her body. In fact, aside from a handful of the most intimate people, no one even knew this secret about her. But now, some nobody who'd crawled out of a crack in the rocks had seen every inch of her—and his brazen gaze even carried an air of appraisal.
She felt utterly violated.
"Young Master Xueyue?" Yang Kai grinned, his smile loaded with meaning. He showed not the slightest embarrassment about his own nakedness—not only making no effort to cover himself, but stepping forward to give her an even clearer view. Then he clicked his tongue in wonder. "I never would have guessed that Young Master Xueyue is a woman. Now that's quite the surprise."
The woman in the depression bore a seventy or eighty percent resemblance to the Xueyue he'd seen before, though there were many subtle differences. It was precisely these small changes that transformed the male Xueyue into a breathtakingly beautiful woman.
Her beauty defied description. Both her face and her body were nothing short of perfect—without a single flaw—as if the Creator had concentrated every advantage into her alone. Every inch of her was captivating, intoxicating, impossible to turn away from.
Her eyes were exceptionally clear, crystalline as crystal, with a mysterious luminescence perpetually flowing through them, as though they could draw a person's very soul inside, leaving them unable to break free, willing to devote everything in her service.
When Yang Kai had first walked over and laid eyes on her, even he had felt a tremor run through his body. A deep intoxication had welled up in his heart, and he had wished he could freeze time and space in that moment, forever watching this woman bend to dress herself.
She was like a dream—the most beautiful of dreams. Anyone lost in it would never wish to wake.
Yang Kai had traveled far and encountered no small number of women, and those of exceptional beauty were beyond counting. But upon careful comparison, not one could reach her level—not one could match her for sheer perfection. In all honesty, even Su Yan and Little Senior Sister fell slightly short by comparison.
For a person to be born like this—it was nothing short of a miracle.
It was nothing less than the Creator's gift.