Chapter 35

After checking the bed, Zuan An suddenly noticed a row of cabinets not far away. He went over and opened one, finding it filled with beautiful dresses, each one soft and exquisitely made.

He opened the next one, and it was the same; he continued to the third, and it was still the same...

There were about seven or eight large cabinets, all filled with various beautiful clothes. Zuan An couldn't help but whistle; women's clothes were indeed numerous.

When he opened the ninth cabinet, things were a bit different. Zuan An's face suddenly turned red, as it was neatly filled with many intimate garments.

He looked around furtively, then quickly picked one and stuffed it into his chest: "She has so many, she probably won't notice if one or two are missing."

Thinking about it, he felt somewhat contemptuous of himself. He had a wife as beautiful as a fairy, but he couldn't touch her, and now he was stealing her clothes. Even more tragically, after taking them, he suddenly remembered his current body, which couldn't be used.

"Damn it." Just as Zuan An was about to put it back, he had a sudden thought. He could give this to Ji Dentu to complete his task. He didn't believe Ji Dentu could tell whose it was.

But thinking about it being his wife's, even though they had no substantial relationship, he still felt uncomfortable. He knew exactly what that lecherous middle-aged man would do with it.

"Whatever, I'll just buy a new one from a random shop to complete the task." Zuan An grunted, but he immediately realized that the women Ji Dentu mentioned were not ordinary. Clothes from a street-side shop would likely be easily seen through.

"Then I'll use Xue'er's!" Zuan An recalled that although Xue'er was a maid, her clothes were not bad. If no one said anything, people might even think she was a young lady.

That girl even wanted to kill him, so using hers to complete the task would give him no guilt at all.

With his mind made up, he ran to Xue'er's room next door and began searching. Xue'er's room was very clean. In Chu Chuyan's room, he could find some romance novels and other black materials, but here, apart from the occasional scattered fruits, he couldn't find anything that revealed her personal interests.

"Is this girl really as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, or is she hiding something deep?" Zuan An pondered. He had originally wanted to infer some information about her from personal items, but this Xue'er left him completely at a loss.

Suddenly, his ears perked up, as he heard a faint sound. He was startled, wondering if Chu Chuyan had returned early.

If she saw him sneaking in here, it would be disastrous. Not to mention the incriminating item he had hidden in his chest, which would be impossible to explain.

He quickly hid behind a screen, then held his breath and peered out through a crack.

He saw a black-clad figure quietly climb in from outside and start searching Chu Chuyan's room.

"A woman?" Despite the mask, her figure was graceful and alluring. Although she was tall, she was still much smaller than a man.

But the most convincing reason was that no man had such exaggerated chest muscles.

The mysterious woman searched the room for a while but found nothing. She stood in the middle of the room, muttering to herself, "It's not here either. Where could it be hidden?"

"Huh?" Zuan An's heart skipped a beat because the woman's voice was familiar. It was Chu Chuyan's friend, Pei Mianman, whom he had seen in the ancestral hall.

"Who's there!" The mysterious woman suddenly turned to look in his direction.

Zuan An cursed inwardly. His heart had been beating faster due to his emotional波动, and she had noticed.

Just as he was about to run, the screen shattered, and the mysterious woman struck at him with a palm.

On any other day, Zuan An might have admired her delicate, white hand, but now every cell in his body was telling him of extreme danger.

He quickly punched back, but the moment their hands met, he spat blood and was sent flying backward.

He had broken through and now had the strength of twenty adult men, yet her slender, white hand contained far more power than his.

Sensing her killing intent, Zuan An, without hesitation, shouted, "Help..."

Since she was dressed in night clothes, she clearly didn't want to be discovered. In the prestigious Duke's residence, there were surely experts who could deal with her.

However, before he could raise his voice, she was already at his side, pressing a palm lightly on his chest. He felt as if he had been hit by a speeding train, and his voice was cut off.

Seeing him lying on the ground like a pile of mud, the mysterious woman sneered. A mere second-rank practitioner dared to fight her.

Knowing he was about to die, she squatted down in front of him, reaching to pull off his mask to see who he was.

At that moment, Zuan An's eyes suddenly opened, and he took advantage of her shock to wrap around her like an octopus, using a Brazilian jiu-jitsu chokehold he had learned online.

In his previous life, as a keyboard warrior, he could talk about various fields with confidence, but his physical condition then couldn't support practical application. Now, with his enhanced physical attributes, he could execute the technique without any trouble.

He knew this woman's cultivation level was far higher than his, and her speed was so fast he could barely see it. If she managed to create distance, he would be dead. His only chance was to engage in close combat, using the differences in male and female body structures to try to turn the tide.

He was secretly terrified. If he hadn't used the "Rich Woman's Happiness Ball" decisively, he would have been a corpse by now.

He hoped the item would work as described, locking in his last drop of life, which gave him the confidence to fight back.

The mysterious woman, caught off guard, struck him with an elbow, but he didn't budge.

Feeling him tightly wrapped around her, her legs spread wide, and her chest pressed into various shapes by his elbow, the mysterious woman was furious. She had never been so close to a man, let alone in such a humiliating position.

Anger from Pei Mianman +999!

She unleashed her full power, using a killing move.

But he cleverly used a strange position to wrap around her from behind, making it difficult for her to strike effectively.

However, her body was very flexible, and she twisted to try to break free. She was furious, thinking that once she escaped, she would crush this bastard to pieces.

Anger from Pei Mianman +999!

Zuan An didn't have time to check his income; he was focused on the struggle, knowing that if she broke free, the consequences would be dire.

For some reason, he felt his strength had increased significantly. Based on their first clash, he should have found it hard to hold her, but now, although it was difficult, she seemed to be struggling to break free as well.

Not only he, but Pei Mianman also felt the same. No matter how she hit him, he wouldn't let go. She even had the feeling that the more she hit him, the stronger he became.

Old Mi hadn't told Zuan An that the "Phoenix Rebirth Sutra" had another special effect: the more severe the injury, the more his attributes and strength would temporarily increase, especially when near death.

Under normal circumstances, the more injured a person was, the weaker they would become, and near death was a very dangerous state. If hit by an enemy, they would be finished. Therefore, the Phoenix Rebirth Sutra's enhancement was hard to reach its ideal state.

But with the "Rich Woman's Happiness Ball," Zuan An could remain near death without dying and shield himself from the negative effects of injuries. By chance, this maximized the Phoenix Rebirth Sutra's enhancement.

Thus, the two continued to struggle, rolling on the ground. Eventually, Zuan An gradually gained the upper hand, pinning her to the ground from behind, making it impossible for her to move.

With her neck tightly constricted, Pei Mianman found it increasingly difficult to breathe. She desperately tried to pry his hands apart, but they were like steel, immovable.

She sensed the taste of death and a fierce look flashed in her eyes. A black flame flickered at her fingertips.

She had been hesitant to use elemental power, fearing the elemental fluctuations would alert the experts in the Chu family. If her identity was exposed, all her plans would be ruined.

But now, with her life on the line, she couldn't afford to be cautious.

Just as she was about to strike, she heard the man's voice: "Pei Mianman, I think we can cooperate."

Zuan An actually had the chance to summon the "Certain Death Dagger." A light scratch anywhere on her body would have taken her life, but for some reason, thinking of her seductive figure in the ancestral hall, her soul-stealing eyes, and her mysterious smile, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

As the saying goes, as long as the villain is beautiful, one's values follow their appearance.

Zuan An considered himself a commoner and didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Hearing his words, Pei Mianman was startled, not only because he had revealed her identity but also because his voice was familiar: "Who are you?"

Feeling the slight loosening of his grip, she hesitated, and the black flame in her hand disappeared.

"Today in the ancestral hall, you almost killed me. Have you forgotten so quickly?" Zuan An grunted.

Pei Mianman suddenly realized: "You're Chu Chuyan's useless husband, called... uh, what's your name again?"

Zuan An: "..."