Chapter 1623: Is This Even a Battle Suit? Yin-Yang Convergence!

Xu Jingming saw this and couldn't help but smile.

His usually cold and composed senior sister.

Now revealing such a shy posture, she carried a uniquely alluring charm.

"No, not here."

Xu Jingming smiled and shook his head, then activated his mental force to envelop Lin Qianxue.

Shhh—

In an instant, their figures vanished from the Divine Palace.

The next moment, they appeared in the bedroom of a refined two-story villa inside the World Ring.

Familiar wooden furniture, lush trees visible through the window, and a large, white, spacious bed at the room's center.

The atmosphere instantly shifted from the solemnity of the Divine Palace to intimacy and warmth.

Looking at the bed before her, Lin Qianxue's pale, delicate face flushed even deeper.

But returning to this relatively familiar and private space, her tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"Wait for me a moment."

She suddenly whispered, without waiting for Xu Jingming's reply.

She stepped quickly into the adjoining walk-in closet and shut the door behind her.

"Hm?"

Xu Jingming raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity rising in his mind.

With his current mental force, a wooden door was as good as nonexistent.

But he made no effort to spy, merely sitting calmly beside the bed, a smile on his face.

He wanted to see what his senior sister Lin Qianxue was secretly preparing.

The wait wasn't long.

A few minutes later, the closet door gently opened.

Xu Jingming instinctively looked up.

The next instant, his breath caught!

There stepped out Lin Qianxue, now clad in a battle suit.

The battle suit was a soft, milky white.

Its material was extraordinarily unique, impossibly thin and form-fitting.

It clung to her slender, curvaceous body like a second skin.

What made Xu Jingming's blood surge was the fabric's faint, hazy transparency.

Especially over her full, prominent chest, faintly outlining two...

Barely visible, heart-stoppingly alluring.

Yet the most striking feature on Lin Qianxue's entire body was still her straight, long, jade-like legs.

Now tightly wrapped by the milky white, semi-transparent battle suit like silk stockings.

Making her leg shape appear flawless, rounded and toned.

Glowing with a soft luster under the room's lighting.

"Ssshh—!!"

Xu Jingming couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.

This outfit was downright lethal!

"This… is a battle suit I bought by chance long ago."

Lin Qianxue stopped a few steps in front of Xu Jingming.

She lowered her head slightly, her translucent earlobes crimson as if dripping blood.

Her voice carried a hint of shyness and hesitation:

"Later, I realized how overly eye-catching it was, so I kept it stored and never wore it again.

Earlier… I noticed your gaze sometimes fell on my legs, and I remembered this suit.

Now I'm wearing it for you—does it… seem too strange?"

She was not naive.

The glances cast her way daily, especially those lingering on her legs and the whispered comments.

She had sensed them, to some degree.

But her naturally cold disposition had always made her ignore them.

Yet now, facing Xu Jingming,

she was willing to shed all her reserve.

To present her most beautiful self, without restraint, before him.

Especially the legs he had most often stared at.

"Tsk tsk, is this even a battle suit?

Feels more like glossy silk stockings.

I'd even want to reach out and touch them."

Inside his consciousness.

The succubus little girl Vila clucked in amazement.

She'd always thought Lin Qianxue had long legs.

Now, dressed like this, she realized this woman was a natural seductress.

Especially those long legs, tightly wrapped in the battle suit, were simply perfect.

"Shut up!"

Xu Jingming directly blocked Wei La's perception.

He immediately took a deep breath, suppressing the restless heat in his heart.

He rose and took two steps forward, gently grasping Lin Qianxue's cool, smooth slender hand:

"Not strange—beautiful."

Lin Qianxue's cheeks flushed even redder.

Yet she did not withdraw her hand; instead, she gently returned his grip.

The warmth from his fingertips quietly dissolved her last trace of tension.

Xu Jingming said no more, his arm exerting slight force.

Amid her soft cry of surprise,

his large hands cradled those long legs, lifting her steadily into a horizontal embrace.

He walked toward the soft bed curtains...

Yin and Yang converged, lasting a full ten hours or more.

Only when Lin Qianxue, utterly exhausted, fell into deep sleep did it end.

And the seal on the Chaos Pearl.

Had already been broken the moment the Yang Star and Yin Star resonated to their peak.

Unlike ordinary equipment,

treasures of the Heavy Treasure rank require soul-force imprinting to be truly controlled.

Xu Jingming glanced at the pillow beside him.

Lin Qianxue slept soundly, her curvaceous, snow-white body hidden beneath the silk quilt.

A lingering blush still colored her fair face.

Her breathing was long and steady—clearly exhausted.

Of course, Xu Jingming himself had also expended considerable energy.

One could only say Lin Qianxue's long legs were still too authoritative.

Fortunately, his life gene multiplier had reached the perfect 1024-fold, granting him a physique monstrously strong.

Even now, he remained spirited and full of immense power.

"Now's the time—let's first refine the Chaos Pearl."

He activated his will, sitting cross-legged.

He reached out, cradling the Chaos Pearl in his palm.

It still felt cool and heavy, but the previous sense of unyielding resistance was gone.

Hum—

Xu Jingming closed his eyes, his mental force surging forth, pouring into the Chaos Pearl...

Several more hours passed.

Starlight faded, the lingering intimacy dispersed.

Inside the bedroom, a languid, tender atmosphere lingered.

When Lin Qianxue slowly awoke, she found herself lying on her side on the soft bed, covered by a thin silk quilt.

Soft light streamed through the window, spilling into the room.

Bathing everything in a pale golden glow.

She shifted slightly, immediately feeling a faint soreness spread through her limbs and bones.

Especially her waist and those long, jade-like legs—as if she'd undergone intense training.

Yet within that soreness lay an unprecedented sense of ease and fulfillment.

She instinctively turned her head, glancing beside her.

Xu Jingming sat cross-legged, his breath even and steady.

His face, usually sharp and intense, now appeared unusually tranquil.

The light traced the sharp contours of his profile.

High nose bridge, thin lips slightly pressed—Lin Qianxue stared, momentarily spellbound.

"Little brother..."

She whispered softly, her pale golden eyes brimming with complex emotions.

Shame, satisfaction, and a tenderness she herself had not yet noticed.

The events of last night surged back like a tide.

From initial nervousness and shyness, to later seamless union.

Then to that indescribable final moment...

She had never imagined romantic union could feel like this.

Especially the Yin-Yang convergence guided by the Twin Stars Scripture.

It nourished the Yang Star and Yin Star, mutually strengthening them.

Lin Qianxue could clearly sense her Yin Pole Star had grown far more solid than before.

The cold starlight it emitted was purer, her recovery ability seemingly enhanced.

And more importantly—

She looked at Xu Jingming's palm.

There floated a bead, entirely black.