The Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman's attitude towards Ye Fan was very indifferent. She shook her head slightly, indicating that she had nothing to say, and turned to follow her daughter, Lan Jing, to the room.

Ye Fan reached out to try to stop the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman, but she said, "Being rude to me brings you no benefit at all. Think it through carefully. At least for now, I will not harm you, because you are merely a mortal!"

According to what the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman previously said, she had only gained a human body but completely lost her Divine and Immortal Power. At that moment, Ye Fan felt a great danger, as if the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman was a lurking demon that might erupt at any time.

When the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman went to the room again, Ye Fan did not pursue further questioning because there was little meaning in asking.

She was originally a great ancient power, with strong spiritual power, or perhaps her cultivation was hidden, but a small illusion wouldn't cause her to lose her nature; otherwise, the great ancient power would be at the mercy of others.

Ye Fan seemed to suddenly understand why Shadowless showed a stance of both enemy and friend towards the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman. Shadowless knew she was hiding a secret, and knew she had lost her Immortal Power. Why not seize the opportunity to take her away and use some methods to "interrogate"? Perhaps Shadowless saw earlier on that she was feigning, so Shadowless did not dare to take action, or was still observing.

"Young master, the woman from the Tianxuan Sect is still in the room. Do you want to go in?" Sang Yuan's voice came. Ye Fan and the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman's conversation had already reached Sang Yuan's ears.

Now Ye Fan no longer dared to fully trust Sang Yuan. Although she had become his servant, swore a Blood Oath of loyalty, and even gave him her body, that didn't mean Sang Yuan wasn't an undercover agent sent by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman. For an Immortal, perhaps chastity was unimportant compared to their "grand plan". Sang Yuan had already ascended; why would she humble herself to an ordinary cultivator? Just for gratitude?

"Got it, do your thing and make sure you find Sect Master Ling of the Diyuan Sect!" Ye Fan finished speaking and went to the room. Inside, Wu Ding was still waiting for his final decision.

When Ye Fan opened the door, Wu Ding was still standing by the window, looking out somewhat lost, seemingly melancholy.

Ye Fan entered the room without speaking, closed the door, and locked it from the inside. Although for a cultivator, a door lock wasn't an obstacle, it was Ye Fan's way of expressing an attitude. I enter your room, and I can boldly lock the door, and you can't resist.

"Has the young master come to enjoy your spoils of war?" Wu Ding didn't turn his head, just said softly.

"Spoils of war? I like that term. When I first met you, Senior Sister, it was just one or two months ago. It didn't take long for my cultivation to surpass yours." Ye Fan said, walking to the window and placing his hands on Wu Ding's shoulders. With a reach, he could pull Wu Ding into his arms, but he didn't do so for the moment.

Wu Ding did not resist or struggle; she was mentally prepared for everything.

Ye Fan gently stroked Wu Ding's long hair from behind and said, "Senior Sister said you wanted to return to the Tianxuan Sect to hand over your duties. Has it been completed?"

"Yes." Wu Ding nodded slightly, looking at the image on the window. She understood that some things were unstoppable. She closed her eyes and said, "Young master, you better not ask about the Tianxuan Sect. Let's start."

Ye Fan laughed: "Seeing Senior Sister like this, it's clear you're very unwilling. It's like saying to me, hurry up and finish so that we can both be free... Haha, Senior Sister, that shouldn't be your attitude, right?"

Wu Ding opened her eyes, her lips and facial muscles tensed. "Then what do you want?"

"Our master-servant agreement was just a bet made in laughter with Senior Sister. When my cultivation surpassed yours, I stated more than once that the bet was invalid, and Senior Sister was free to do whatever you wanted. But you insisted on staying by my side. I know, with your two hundred years of life experience, it's impossible for you to be completely devoted to me. You initially had a favorable impression of me due to my master, and now that he's back, though unconscious, at least he's not dead, right?" Ye Fan said.

"So what?" Wu Ding said. "I already belong to you. You can freely control my destiny, even kill me or give me to someone else. Do you need to consider anything else?"

"Of course. The women I keep by my side all have feelings for me. Even Han Qing'er, although she has her own thoughts like you, is entirely submissive to me. But you, Senior Sister, maybe Hua Sect Master put you by my side to exchange your submission for intelligence, with ill intent?" Ye Fan's expression turned cold, but his hand remained on Wu Ding's shoulder, even moving down her shoulder to her waist and abdomen. "Senior Sister's figure is indeed good; it seems cultivators pay much attention to maintaining their shape."

Wu Ding gritted her teeth. She disliked Ye Fan's attitude.

Ye Fan was now suspicious, believing she was an undercover sent by Hua Wu and the Tianxuan Sect, unwilling to fully accept her. Yet, he was like a monarch savoring her delicately, with a hint of desecration. Ye Fan's words to Wu Ding carried humiliation mixed with inexplicable hope; it was a complex feeling, prompting her to just close her eyes, think of nothing, and give Ye Fan all the initiative.

But Ye Fan was only using his words to provoke her; his hand just enacted actions beyond friendship or sect brother-sister relations, not exactly an offense.

"What must I say or do to make you believe I'm not the Tianxuan Sect's spy?" Wu Ding was eager to prove her innocence.

When Ye Fan's hand rested on Wu Ding's slender waist, he suddenly reached forward, embracing Wu Ding's body, his head resting on her shoulder, and whispered, "Then it depends on how Senior Sister plans to make me believe."

"You..." Wu Ding thought Ye Fan wanted her to take the initiative to surrender herself. At that moment, she felt helpless because of the immense pressure Ye Fan was exerting on her. The more she struggled to resist, the stronger the pull Ye Fan had on her.

Wu Ding was about to untie her robe when Ye Fan stopped her with his hand: "Senior Sister, just let me hold you for a while. I feel that your heart hasn't fully given over to me. If you're merely completing a sect mission or atoning, handing over what's most precious to you, I wouldn't feel at ease."

"You speak as if you're a good person?" Wu Ding was a bit angry. She had come to this point, and Ye Fan was saying he didn't want it?

Wasn't he toying with her all along?

"Think it over first, Senior Sister. I'll come back later. I'm going out for some work. When I return, if I knock on your door and you open it, I won't say anything but will show you my feelings in the most direct way. If you don't open the door, you can stay, just like before, or work as a servant. That's fine too." Ye Fan finished with a smile and turned casually toward the door, leaving Wu Ding bewildered.

Once Ye Fan exited, closing the door, Wu Ding came to her senses. She murmured to herself, "What's happening to me? Why is my heart so confused?"

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