A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 530: Complicated Emotion.

In the end, Purple Death let out a soft, begrudging murmur.

"...That’s three conditions... not two."

Li Feng’s smile deepened slightly.

Without saying anything more, he slowly walked toward her.

This time, Purple Death did not dodge.

She simply stood there, watching him approach with that same complicated expression still lingering on her face.

Li Feng looked down at her and let out a light laugh.

His voice carried a lazy, amused tone as he gazed into her dark purple eyes.

"Haha. Well, what’s the difference? So... will you agree?"

Without waiting for her answer, Li Feng slowly raised his arm and wrapped it around her slender waist.

His hand settled firmly against the curve of her lower back, drawing her body closer until there was almost no space left between them.

The soft warmth of her body pressed lightly against his chest, and the faint cool fragrance unique to her mixed with the mist of the waterfall.

Purple Death’s body tensed for a brief moment.

...Yet this time, she did not push him away.

Instead, she turned her face slightly to the side, avoiding his gaze as a residual flush still colored her cheeks.

Her short dark purple hair brushed against his shoulder with the movement.

After a short silence, her soft voice finally rose... quiet, reluctant, and almost drowned out by the sound of the falling water.

"...Fine."

She paused, then murmured even more softly,

"I accept the deal..."

Li Feng’s smile widened.

The moment the words left her lips, the hand resting against her lower back slowly began to move.

His palm slid forward along the curve of her waist, fingers traveling toward her abdomen.

Purple Death let out a quiet sigh and closed her eyes.

’This pervert bastard...’

She could clearly feel the warmth of his hand moving closer to her navel, and for a brief moment she prepared herself for the usual teasing touch—

But then, something unexpected happened.

"...?"

A gentle stream of pure, warm energy suddenly flowed from his palm into her body.

The heat that had been quietly simmering beneath her skin began to calm, as if a cool spring had poured over restless flames.

The restless stirring in her lower abdomen eased, and the constant, irritating urge that had been plaguing her for days softened noticeably.

Surprised, Purple Death opened her eyes.

She looked down and saw Li Feng’s hand resting gently against her navel, his palm pressed firmly yet carefully against her as he continued channeling that pure energy into her body.

"This should help calm down the heat inside you temporarily," he said in a calm voice.

"..."

Purple Death remained still in his arms.

At this close distance, she could clearly see every detail of his face... the calm curve of his lips, the steady look in his eyes, and the faint smile that usually pissed her off.

And yet... for the first time since meeting him, she did not feel the usual surge of anger or disgust.

Instead, a complicated emotion quietly rose within her chest.

She simply looked at him in silence, her dark purple eyes reflecting his face.

The pure energy continuing to flow from his palm into her body only deepened that strange, quiet feeling.

After a moment of silence, Purple Death’s soft voice rose between them.

"...Hey."

She paused briefly, as if hesitating, before continuing in a quiet tone.

"...You know I’m half-human and half-demon, right?"

At the sudden question, Li Feng glanced up at her.

Their faces were still very close.

His dark eyes met her dark purple ones without the slightest change in expression, only a mild, genuine confusion flickering within them.

"Hmm? So what?" he replied casually.

Purple Death looked into those pure, dark eyes.

For a moment, something subtle shifted in her gaze.

The complicated emotions that had been swirling inside her seemed to settle slightly, as if she had confirmed something important.

In the end, she simply murmured in a low voice,

"...I see."

She turned her eyes away slightly.

"Never mind... You pervert."

"...??"

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Some time later.

The continuous sound of the waterfall still filled the air, but the atmosphere between them had grown quieter.

Purple Death stood a short distance away, looking down at her own body.

At some point, Li Feng had taken out a set of clean, dark robes and handed them to her.

She had put them on without saying much.

The fabric fit well enough, covering her properly once more.

She slowly raised one arm and looked at it.

There, in the center of her palm, a strange star-shaped tattoo faintly shimmered into existence.

Soft, otherworldly light pulsed from it for a brief moment before the mark gradually faded from sight, vanishing as if it had never been there.

Purple Death stared at the empty spot on her palm in silence.

That was right.

She had accepted his star.

And she had now become his Star Apostle.

"...It doesn’t feel that much different," she murmured softly.

She had expected something.

Perhaps a sense of restriction, like a chain quietly binding her soul.

Or maybe a heavy, suffocating pressure that would constantly remind her she now belonged to someone else.

She had even prepared herself for a lingering pain, the kind that came with submitting one’s fate to another.

But there was nothing.

Instead, as she quietly examined the state of her body and soul, she realized something unexpected.

She felt... stronger.

The pure energy that had earlier calmed the restless heat inside her still lingered faintly within her meridians, and her overall condition seemed more stable than before.

Even the demonic bloodline that usually stirred restlessly within her felt strangely settled.

A short distance away, Li Feng sat casually on a large rock near the edge of the pool, one leg resting over the other.

Shadow stood silently behind him like a loyal shadow.

Seeing the complicated yet faintly surprised expression on her face, Li Feng couldn’t help but laugh.

"Haha, see? I did tell the truth about everything from the beginning. Sigh... why won’t you just trust me?"

At his words, Purple Death turned her head and looked at him with a completely deadpan expression.

The look in her dark purple eyes seemed to silently say: