Chapter 801: Chapter Two: Lu Xiaofeng's Shaman

The Yu Liancheng who appeared on Wumingdao was, of course, the true body of Yu Liancheng.

After Yu Liancheng cast a portion of his consciousness into the Yang God world, he spent some time recuperating in the A Chinese Ghost Story world.

Upon learning that the next world he was to visit was far more powerful than the Yang God world, he did not rush in recklessly; instead, he planned to rest in worlds he had previously visited, see old friends, recharge his spirit, and wait for his avatar in the Yang God world to return before venturing out into the heavens.

The Lu Xiaofeng World was his first stop.

……

Yu Liancheng walked through the flower bushes, a "crack" sound rang out, and he casually plucked a small, pale yellow flower, strolling leisurely to Shaman's side to tuck the flower into her hair.

Shaman did not speak, but a faint blush seemed to rise on her pale face, and her cat-like eyes shimmered with a sea-green light.

"Did you miss me?"

Yu Liancheng's fingers traced down her hair, gently brushing against her flawless, beautiful face; the sensation was exquisite.

Shaman still did not speak, merely standing on tiptoe and leaning her red lips forward; this was her answer.

After savoring the moment, the two parted, and Yu Liancheng suddenly smiled: "Did you prepare wine and food for me?"

Shaman took a stack of silver notes from her light, flowing gauze robe, each note worth one thousand taels.

Any single one of these notes could pay for three days and three nights of dining at the finest restaurant, or even for hiring several courtesans to keep one company.

Now, Shaman handed all the silver notes to Yu Liancheng. Never mind just eating one's fill; it would be more than enough to buy the restaurant and several brothels besides.

"But I want to eat the food you make, drink the wine you brew, and then have you stay by my side, feeding me." Yu Liancheng's eyes held a smile.

Shaman smiled again.

Her smile was still just as beautiful.

Then she stretched out her slender hand and gave a fierce pinch to the soft flesh at Yu Liancheng's waist.

"Hiss." Yu Liancheng drew a sharp breath: "It's one thing not to give me food and drink, but you have to pinch me too."

"So you weren't sleepwalking; I thought you were talking in your sleep." Shaman's eyes also held a smile.

"It seems you have nothing to ask of me, nor have you done anything to wrong me." Yu Liancheng let out a long breath.

"Oh?" Shaman blinked, puzzled.

Without hesitation, Yu Liancheng betrayed Xiao Laotou, repeating what he had said.

"Does he think he understands women?" Shaman's voice suddenly turned cold.

"He seems to think so," Yu Liancheng smiled.

Shaman said: "A man who thinks he understands women will soon suffer at the hands of women."

Yu Liancheng nodded in deep agreement: "Fortunately, I don't understand women at all."

Shaman said: "Although I haven't prepared wine and food for you, I have prepared a gift you will never refuse."

The smile in Yu Liancheng's eyes deepened: "Oh?"

Shaman tapped her toes and spun her delicate body, and that light, flowing robe drifted away.

The sunlight shone on her skin, which was like white satin, as if it were glowing.

Shaman did not ask if Yu Liancheng was satisfied with this gift.

She believed that no man would be dissatisfied with this gift.

Who would have thought that Yu Liancheng would pick up that light, flowing robe and drape it over Shaman's delicate body.

Shaman bit her lip, her pretty face suddenly flushing red.

Her beautiful eyes glared fixedly at Yu Liancheng, like an angry cat; it seemed that in the next moment, she might pounce on Yu Liancheng and scratch three or five bloody wounds into him.

However, in the end, Shaman did not pounce on Yu Liancheng.

Because Yu Liancheng had already pounced on Shaman, knocking her down into the midst of the hundred flowers.

Viewing flowers through the mist is the most soul-stirring.

It is the half-hidden allure that is truly mesmerizing.

Yu Liancheng had always understood this principle.

He was fond of playing the teacher, so he also hoped that Shaman would understand this principle.

……

The flower bushes were a scene of disarray.

The movement in the flower bushes gradually came to a halt.

Yu Liancheng lay on his side, looking at Shaman, who was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her charming eyes languid.

He suddenly revealed a mischievous, child-like smile and reached out to give her a pinch, drawing a soft cry from Shaman.

"What are you doing?"

The cat-like woman bit her lip, her willow-leaf brows arched, and she glared fiercely at Yu Liancheng.

"You pinched me earlier; I'm just pinching you back." Yu Liancheng chuckled, then added: "By the way, come back to the Central Plains with me."

"I won't." Shaman retaliated by pinching Yu Liancheng several times.

"Why?"

"There are too many little kittens in the Central Plains, and I'm too lazy to fight them for a dried fish like you." After another bout of entanglement, Shaman lay on Yu Liancheng's chest: "You know, I've always been lazy; sometimes I'm too lazy to go on living, but also too lazy to die." After their intimacy, the excitement in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable sense of lethargy, as if she had long grown weary of life.

The experiences this woman had endured in the past seemed to have left her with a profound weariness toward life.

"As you wish, but remember to take the Blood Bodhi, and don't be lazy when practicing the 'Northern Dark Divine Art'."

Shaman's beautiful eyes suddenly shone with brilliance, taking on a luster: "Can that Northern Dark Divine Art you mentioned really grant eternal youth and keep one forever young?"

Yu Liancheng had passed the Northern Dark Divine Art to her; it seemed very powerful, but she only remembered the words "eternal youth" and "forever young."

In reality, she was not old, and she maintained herself very well; her skin was as smooth as congealed white jade, and she was a top-tier beauty whom few men could resist when she smiled.

But as long as she was a woman, there was no one who did not care about her age. Sometimes, when she dreamed of herself decades later, white-haired and wrinkled, she would wake up with a start.

She was already afraid of time.

Now that he had obtained this Northern Dark Divine Art.

Eternal youth and everlasting beauty.

Just thinking about it made him so excited he wanted to jump up.

"That is only natural."

Yu Liancheng nodded with a smile; the Northern Dark Divine Art originating from "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils: Tianshan Tonglao" could inherently reshape the foundation of the physical body, and after he modified it slightly, it possessed the effect of eternal youth.

Shaman's temperament was very cold and aloof, yet she still excitedly kissed Yu Liancheng on the face: "You wait, I have one more gift."

She then ducked into her small room and brought out a jar of wine. The aroma of this wine was rich and familiar; it was indeed brewed personally by Xiao Laotou.

"This..."

"This was stolen from his wine cellar. Although he hosted a banquet for you today, he still couldn't bear to bring out this last jar of wine." Shaman smiled, very charmingly and beautifully, like a child who had stolen a piece of candy: "A man who thinks he understands women very well will soon suffer greatly because of women. Isn't that so?"

Yu Liancheng gently bit her nose: "You really are a little rascal."

"Then are you going to drink it or not?"

"Not only will I drink it, I want you to feed it to me. Feed it to me with that sweet, beautiful little mouth of yours."