124: Chapter 023 Miscalculation 124: Chapter 023 Miscalculation “Master Taichong, the words Li Qimeng spoke earlier, they were all true, weren’t they?

You captured me because you have the same intentions, right?”

Facing Ji Taichong’s reaching hand, Feng Lingzhu’s expression grew even colder, but she managed to remain composed as she brought up an issue.

Indeed, the mention of this issue directly diminished Ji Taichong’s enthusiasm to the point where his hand did not come down again!

“You know too much!”

Ji Taichong’s face also began to fluctuate between calm and anger as he looked at Feng Lingzhu with a wolf-like fierceness for the first time.

That kind of look was insanely crazed.

But Feng Lingzhu was not intimidated and continued, “If you really have such intentions, I can truly help you, however, after the deed is done, I will need ten percent of the mental method.”

Feng Lingzhu hesitated briefly before speaking with resolute certainty.

Ji Taichong was stunned, then his expression softened into mockery, and he laughed loudly, “It seems you really know a lot!

But are you sure you can manage such a task?”

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed, and the killing intent towards Feng Lingzhu intensified significantly.

“Strength makes enemies friends; it’s all just a matter of interest!

So now, let me tell you about the benefits of our collaboration!

Firstly, you’re aware of my public identity, and in secret, I also maintain a decent relationship with the Void Spiritualists.

So, with my help, working from within and without, your chances of success are exceedingly high.”

Feng Lingzhu spoke confidently, lifting her face as if she could effortlessly control everything.

“You truly are calculating.

In that case, very well, I agree to your terms!

Since you’ve made your request and I’m rather interested, why don’t you submit to me now?

That way, I can throw myself even more into our plan!”

Ji Taichong gazed at the woman so close to him, especially her cold and self-assured demeanor, akin to that of a Holy Daughter, which greatly stirred his heart.

Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, he agreed, even though he knew a woman like Feng Lingzhu was shrewd; at this point, he could not care less.

At this moment, the consequences of practicing Evil Cultivation in such an environment began to surface, compelling him to urgently join with a woman in Yin Yang or descend into raging madness to break through the predicament.

However, against the prospect of going mad, joining with a woman in Yin Yang was truly his preferred choice.

At this time, one of the reasons for his approach towards Feng Lingzhu was that after joining in Yin Yang, he could possess half of her natural talent in cultivation.

No matter how one calculated it, he was not at a loss.

…

Feng Lingzhu was also forming strategies in her heart at this moment, needing to be fully on guard.

Even though she was familiar with Ji TaiXu and had good feelings for him, she did not wish to sacrifice herself, let alone for Ji Taichong, who was vastly inferior to Ji TaiXu in all respects.

Furthermore, the women of the Li Family’s cultivation techniques had severe shackles and flaws before reaching the Sword Spirit Realm; that is, once they lost their virginity, they would forfeit half their natural talent!

For a normal genius, this would be a tremendous loss, but for someone with her exceptional talent, the loss would be catastrophic!

Should her talent be reduced by more than half, she would no longer stand a chance in reaching the ranks of the top three True Man Level geniuses.

So, in the end, she wanted no accidents to occur before reaching the Sword Spirit Realm!

But in the current predicament, she and Pan Yuming had deliberately planned to manipulate Ji Taichong.

If the anticipated person did not arrive promptly… things might turn out terribly.

Feng Lingzhu was somewhat anxious internally, yet she forced herself to appear composed as she frowned and said, “Isn’t this matter about enjoyment?

What pleasure is there to speak of now?

Besides, I have yet to see the slightest bit of sincerity in any of this; how can we proceed in such a way?

And this place is a critical location; it’s not suitable here, either!”

“This place is perfect, and you know I have a fondness for graveyards.

Who could come with my power?

And who would dare to?”

Ji Taichong said confidently.

He was already very anxious, clearly brimming with excitement.

“But I don’t like it here, and I’m not in the mood.

Perhaps you should wait a little longer for me to get in the right frame of mind.

Otherwise, I swear to resist to the death, and you won’t gain any advantage.”

Feng Lingzhu was stalling and acting weak, but her mind was continuously scheming.

Even if she was to succumb, she intended to maximize her benefits.

She knew well that men were low creatures, the longer they were held back, the more desperate they became, and they would come to value a woman more.

Conversely, they found women who lay down after a single word dull.

She also knew that the more she resisted now, the more it would arouse Ji Taichong’s interest, and he would certainly agree to give up more.

Ji Taichong was such a person, and Feng Lingzhu understood him.

He was not the calm type, not sufficiently composed, so the more she tied him down, given his reputation, the more likely it was she would get what she wanted.

Men’s psyche is indeed strange; they always want women of low status not to act like lowly women, but to have an outstanding demeanor like an icy, snow woman, or a Holy Daughter.

Yet, when encountering a genuine, flawlessly pure ice-and-snow woman or Holy Daughter, they wished that such women would act like servile maids, willing to comply with anything.

Hence, statusless ordinary Cultivator girls who behaved like Holy Daughters would definitely be liked by numerous cultivators, and once those Holy Daughters became very open, surely many genius male cultivators would pursue them.

Women who were easily attained often had no status at all.

Those who were unattainable were considered treasures, lingering in one’s mind.

This is reality.

Feng Lingzhu understood reality, just as she never gave Zhou Yan a straight look.

She always thought this wild, arrogant, crazy, and ignorant native would one day drop dead or be doomed by his own behavior.

Thus, she never bothered to waste energy on someone she deemed inevitably doomed!

Even if—this person was the son of the young mistress.

But a dead person, in the end, is nothing, even if they were a genius like Ji TaiXu in life.

…

“You’ve thought this through well, but when I, Ji Taichong, promise something, I certainly do it, and whatever I want to do, nobody can stop!”

Ji Taichong chuckled sinisterly, suddenly turning hostile because he felt he could no longer control himself.

“I’ve been delaying all this time, just for this moment!”

Feng Lingzhu said indifferently.

As Ji Taichong’s hand reached for her body, her restrained body suddenly moved, almost instantly able to escape.

But at that moment, Ji Taichong’s hand gripped Feng Lingzhu’s neck like lightning, and he subdued her once again in one move.

At the same time, he pressed down with his hand, now holding Feng Lingzhu’s neck, forcefully restraining her.

“If you think I’m truly impatient, then you underestimate not only me but also all male cultivators!

You will likely never know the extent of my, Ji Taichong’s, capabilities!”

Ji Taichong chuckled coldly.

In that moment, Feng Lingzhu’s heart sank to the abyss, yet she still maintained a bit of her ice-cold, noble demeanor and an indescribable sense of calmness—because she knew that the only remaining ability she had was her temperament and her attitude of indifference to everything.

She looked at Ji Taichong with indifferent eyes and said calmly, “Since we have already made an agreement, then why act in such a contemptible way in your haste?

Wouldn’t it be much more interesting to proceed once I’ve mustered a bit of interest?”

Ji Taichong sneered, “A self-righteous, prideful, lowly Holy Daughter like you, if dominated by someone like me, tell me, wouldn’t that also be very interesting?”

As he spoke, his grip tightened, his hand on Feng Lingzhu’s neck like an iron hoop, completely cutting off her breath.

Without any energy to use, in such circumstances, he intended to end her life!

Feng Lingzhu’s breath was chaotic, half her body was numb, having lost sensation, and the choke left her completely powerless.

At this time, Ji Taichong had no trace of pity as he repeatedly slapped her delicate face hard.

After several blows, she felt dizzy and had no strength to resist.

Her heart completely sank to the bottom, and Pan Yuming, the one who had agreed on a plan with her, was now nowhere to be found.

The plan, it seemed, had failed.

Her heart turned icy cold, and she saw Ji Taichong already sneering as he lunged towards her body.