Chapter 39

Just a moment ago, Yan Yan had said she would no longer pay attention to Yang Dingtian, would not see him, and would not speak to him. But in less than an hour, she appeared before Yang Dingtian again.

"If it were in the past, I would definitely never pay attention to you, unwilling to see you, and unwilling to speak to you," Yan Yan said, looking down at the surging river below: "But those days when I could be capricious are like the flowing water below, gone and never to return. Yang Dingtian, neither of us has the right to be sentimental anymore. The Yin-Yang Devouring Profound Art is the only way to become powerful quickly."

"I know," Yang Dingtian said. Indeed, he was even more aware than Yan Yan.

"I have already planned it out. First, let us engage in yin-yang union, and I will transfer my profound energy to you. After you completely refine my profound energy, I will find you a second wife, and let her engage in union with you, transferring her profound energy to you," Yan Yan said almost expressionlessly: "She is much stronger than me, and you can rest assured, she is very charming and much more gentle and virtuous than me."

At that moment, Yang Dingtian was so shocked that he could not utter a word. He did not expect that Yan Yan would not only offer herself but also bring another woman to offer herself.

"That's right, it is very unfair to her," Yan Yan said: "She was adopted by my father, named Ximen Ningning, and is considered his other daughter. We are closer than sisters, and we once joked that we would marry the same man in the future."

Yang Dingtian took a deep breath and said, "Not to mention that this would make me lose my dignity, but even just considering our current situation, I absolutely cannot have a physical relationship with you."

Yan Yan's face turned red as she said, "What you mean is that you won't take possession of my body until you win my heart, right?"

Yang Dingtian lowered his head in acknowledgment.

"Do you not know that the shortest path to winning a woman's heart is through her... vagina?" Yan Yan said, her beautiful eyes turning away unnaturally, and her perfect face completely flushed.

"So, don't be sentimental. Come back with me," Yan Yan extended her small hand, her beautiful eyes trying to radiate gentleness: "You can rest assured, I will learn to love you. Believe me, it won't take long before I place you in my heart."

Yang Dingtian's chest began to heave violently as he slowly said, "Yan Yan, don't force me, I can't do it."

Yan Yan's beautiful face instantly turned angry, and she was about to lose her temper but forced herself to hold back: "Then I can tell you that my profound energy, even if not given to you, will be wasted. In at most two years, my profound energy will be completely gone, and I will become as weak as a chicken."

"Why is that?" Yang Dingtian asked in surprise.

"You don't need to know," Yan Yan said: "In any case, you need to know that giving you my profound energy is already the best outcome. Now, you only need to tell me, do you agree or not?"

After a long silence, Yang Dingtian said word by word, "Sorry, I can't do it."

"Yang Dingtian, you are not a man," Yan Yan finally lost her temper, pointing at Yang Dingtian with her jade-like finger and saying coldly: "You are a hypocritical man. I have said everything I can, and I will ask you one last time: will you engage in union with me? If you say no again, I will jump down and die, I mean it!"

Yan Yan's beautiful face was filled with determination, her beautiful eyes staring intently at Yang Dingtian. She had a fiery temper and would really do what she said.

Yang Dingtian took a deep breath, neither agreeing nor refusing, and said calmly, "You jump, and I will jump too! Let's be a pair of lovebirds together."

Instantly, Yan Yan was so angry that her whole body trembled, her beautiful face turned completely red, and her eyes widened as if they were about to spurt fire.

"Yang Dingtian, do you know? I wish I could kill you with one sword. I have never seen a man as detestable as you. Even if another hundred years pass, I will never like you," Yan Yan jumped back onto the suspension bridge and walked forward.

After walking for several dozen meters, Yan Yan turned and said angrily, "What are you standing there for? Aren't you coming with me to the Skill Pavilion to practice? I want to see what you are made of. If you can't do it, you should come and sleep with me, and don't say another word."

The two walked angrily for several hundred meters across the suspension bridge, arriving at the isolated peak and standing at the foot of the Skill Pavilion.

...

The Skill Pavilion was enormous and magnificent. Although the stone tower had only nine floors, it was 200 meters tall, and the bottom floor covered nearly 10,000 square meters.

"Why is such an important place like the Skill Pavilion not guarded by anyone?" Yang Dingtian asked.

Yan Yan did not want to answer him, but after a while, she said unhappily, "Who said it's not guarded? Elder Muye specifically guards the Skill Pavilion. He is the elder in the council you have never met. In Yunxiao City, his cultivation is second only to my father, but he cannot leave this peak because he is guarding the Skill Pavilion's formation."

Before the incident of offering herself, Yan Yan rarely spoke to Yang Dingtian and was indifferent, but always polite. After the incident, Yan Yan's attitude towards Yang Dingtian was filled with fire, which was a very touching change.

Yang Dingtian also understood why one elder was always absent during the council's important votes.

"Which floor are we going to?" Yang Dingtian asked.

"Of course, the first floor. You are not even an apprentice warrior, so which floor do you think you can go to?" Yan Yan said unhappily.

Then she walked directly into the first floor of the Skill Pavilion.

Yang Dingtian followed her in, passing through a blue light curtain door. A gentle energy first blocked him, but then he smoothly entered. The first floor's door could be passed by anyone who had passed the启蒙期 (启蒙期 is a term used in Chinese martial arts novels, referring to the initial stage of cultivation, which can be translated as '启蒙期' or '启蒙期').

The first floor was very spacious, covering nearly 10,000 square meters. Ten rooms were arranged in a circle around the main hall. The doors of these rooms were labeled from First-Class Skill Room to Ninth-Class Skill Room, with the last room having no label.

In the center of the hall was a clear, crystalline water mass, about one foot square, floating in the air at a height of 1.5 meters, constantly changing shape. In the water, a blue flame burned quietly.

"This water and fire are used to test one's profound energy talent," Yan Yan said: "Your profound energy talent determines which class of skill room you can enter. The higher your talent, the higher the class of the secret manual you can learn."

Yang Dingtian knew he had the Nine Yang Divine Vein, but his master, Dongfang Niemi, had told him never to reveal this to anyone.

"How many classes are there for profound energy talent?" Yang Dingtian asked.

"I don't know!" Yan Yan said: "But in a thousand years of history, the highest class that has appeared is the Ninth Class, and there have been only nine people. These nine people have all advanced to the Martial Saint realm. However, it has been more than three hundred years since the last Ninth Class profound energy talent appeared, so the world has not seen a Martial Saint for nearly four hundred years."

Then Yan Yan frowned and said, "Put your hand in, I want to see what kind of genius Dongfang Uncle and my father see in you."

As she said this, there was a hint of unwillingness and不服 (不服 means 'unwilling to accept' or 'disagree') in her voice.

"By the way, what class is my master, and what class is Uncle Ximen?" Yang Dingtian asked.

"My father is a middle Eighth Class, and Lord Dongfang is a high Eighth Class. However, my father's middle Eighth Class profound energy talent is almost on par with Lord Dongfang, so he is the strongest person in the world," Yan Yan pouted: "By the way, your ex-fiancée, Dongfang Bingling, is a super high Eighth Class, but her high Eighth Class is even higher than Lord Dongfang, and she is considered the person closest to the Ninth Class profound energy talent in the world."

"Then what about you?" Yang Dingtian asked again.

Yan Yan's eyes flashed with fire, her fists clenched, and she gritted her teeth: "A near high Eighth Class, just a little bit less than your heartless ex-wife."

Yang Dingtian was slightly surprised. He really did not expect that Yan Yan had a near high Eighth Class profound energy talent, almost standing at the pinnacle of the world. Then, why was there such a huge gap between his cultivation and Dongfang Bingling's, to the point where he could not even defeat Ximen Yan, let alone her? Why was this?

"Do you want to ask me why, despite my high profound energy talent, I am so weak that I can't even match Dongfang Bingling's little finger?" Ximen Yan Yan said loudly: "I'll tell you, my current cultivation is at the level I was at when I was nine years old. I had an accident when I was fifteen, so no matter how hard I practice, my cultivation keeps regressing. No matter how hard I try, in two years, I will have no martial power at all."

"Now you finally understand why I am willing to give you my profound energy? Because it is wasted in my body. You hypocrite, if I hadn't been injured back then, would I be begging you to engage in union with me? Would I need you to inherit the position of Yunxiao City Lord? The original me was the most outstanding genius in Yunxiao City in three hundred years."

This was probably Yan Yan's most painful past, a past she did not want to touch. Speaking of it now was like viciously tearing open the deep wounds in her memory. She held back her tears, but she was crying in her heart.

Seeing a trace of blood seep from the corner of Yan Yan's mouth, it was because she had bitten her teeth too hard. Her fists were tightly clenched, and her nails had pierced her tender palms, with blood flowing along the gaps between her fingers.

"Yang Dingtian, not only you have a painful and tragic past, not only you have been betrayed," Yan Yan stared at Yang Dingtian: "So can you put aside your sentimentality, for the sake of Yunxiao City, for the sake of my father's mission, engage in union with me, and accept my profound energy?"

Yang