Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2189: 510: Sleeping Beauty 3

Chapter 2189: Chapter 510: Sleeping Beauty 3

BOOM!

The instant Xuan Ji withdrew his Qi, a concussion seemed to detonate within Wang Yue’s mind.

In that fleeting moment, the slumbering woman underwent a profound change. Her features and form remained identical, yet she began to emanate an untamed, overwhelming wave of pure sexual allure.

It was a visceral assault on his senses. His lower body hardened instantly, and a fierce, primal flame ignited deep within his core.

Now, to be clear—ever since Wang Yue had participated in “dual cultivation” with his mother (who was undeniably the most beautiful woman in existence), his capacity for self-control had reached unparalleled heights.

He was no longer the sort of man to experience an inconvenient erection at the slightest provocation.

But in this current moment? He was on the verge of succumbing. An intense, desperate compulsion surged within him, urging him to lunge at her, to tear away her garments, and to become lost within her very being.

Fortuitously, he maintained a practice of keeping his “equipment” discreetly managed; even with a formidable erection, it remained concealed beneath his clothing. He narrowly averted a significant public mortification.

Xuan Ji, however, paid no heed to Wang Yue’s reaction.

The very second he retracted his Qi, he projected his palms forward once more, holding them suspended approximately three feet from the woman.

He unleashed a substantial torrent of internal energy, enveloping her in a virtual containment field designed to quell her intoxicating aura.

A full ten minutes elapsed before Xuan Ji finally lowered his hands, exhaling a long, tremulous breath. Despite appearing remarkably composed after a grueling two-hour duel with Wang Yue earlier, he now looked as though he had just completed a grueling marathon.

His complexion was pallid, and he was visibly depleted. Clearly, maintaining control over this woman was no trivial undertaking.

Even with the “containment field” re-established, the lingering sensation of her allure was indelibly imprinted on Wang Yue’s mind. Gazing at her now, he still perceived a faint, persistent pull of desire.

Born with “Charm Bones.”

Wang Yue remained uncertain if she was a literal embodiment of such a legendary myth, but the term seemed insufficient to describe her. It was a charm that bypassed rational thought, resonating directly with a man’s very soul. Without the suppression of Qi, she could remain inert, causing men to readily forfeit their lives simply for the chance to be in her proximity.

In terms of sheer seductive power, she ranked just below Su Mengyan—and that was solely attributable to Su Mengyan’s combined “First Beauty” and “Birth Mother” status. Were the circumstances equal, even Su Mengyan might struggle to capture Wang Yue’s undivided attention.

He finally grasped the source of Xuan Ji’s heightened anxiety. This woman represented a temptation potent enough to corrupt a paragon of virtue into a figure of vice. The fact that Xuan Ji had maintained his unwavering resolve for sixteen years, adhering to his vows, was nothing short of extraordinary.

“Now you comprehend the predicament I face,” Xuan Ji stated, his voice weak.

Wang Yue offered a slow nod.

Meanwhile, Yang Cancan expressed her bewilderment. “Comprehend what? Why are you two speaking in such cryptic terms?”

From her perspective, Xuan Ji had merely gestured with his hands and adopted an unusual posture for ten minutes. Nothing appeared to have changed.

“She possesses a… most unique quality,” Wang Yue explained cryptically. He surmised that the woman’s potent “siren call” exerted its influence exclusively on men; women seemed entirely unaffected.

He turned his attention back to the monk. “Have you been engaged in this exertion continuously? Suppressing her with your Qi for sixteen years straight?”

“Every single day,” Xuan Ji affirmed.

“Have you ever… undertaken an examination of her? To ascertain the source of her captivating nature?”

Xuan Ji responded with a shake of his head. “I have contemplated it, but I never dared to make physical contact. Even when relocating her to this place, I utilized my Qi for levitation. I have not touched her directly.”

Wang Yue understood. Xuan Ji operated on a plane where worldly concerns held little sway, but this situation transcended mere detachment—it stemmed from apprehension. Simply being present in the same vicinity proved arduous; any actual contact with her skin would likely obliterate his life’s work in spiritual Cultivation within mere seconds.

“So,” Wang Yue inquired, “your intention in revealing all of this is…”

“My intention,” Xuan Ji declared, “is to entrust her into your care. I desire for you to assume responsibility for her.”

“You are simply handing her over to me? Are you certain of this decision?” Wang Yue expressed his astonishment. This woman constituted a virtually insurmountable advantage. Irrespective of her “world-class beauty,” her capacity to serve as a sharpening stone for a martial artist’s physical prowess rendered her an object of immense value, coveted by many to the point of mortal conflict.

“The levels of Cultivation and physical prowess are external attributes. To me, the Dharma is paramount,” Xuan Ji stated. “Furthermore, her condition is deteriorating. Initially, I needed only to suppress her once per month. Now, it requires attention every three days, and even then, I sense my control beginning to falter. Should I fail, her aura would permeate the surrounding miles, unleashing unimaginable chaos. Your Qi quality surpasses mine significantly, and your power is sufficient to withstand the strain. The task will be less burdensome for you.”

“Is this the reason you inquired about my origins from a Sacred Land? You were seeking a successor?”

Xuan Ji nodded in confirmation. “Precisely. Only an individual of exceptional power from the Sacred Lands would possess the necessary capabilities to maintain her containment.”

“But have you ever contemplated the consequences if the individual you entrust her to lacks your resolve?” Wang Yue inquired. “What if they exploit her?”

Xuan Ji let out a wry chuckle. “I have indeed considered it. However, I am out of viable alternatives. If she remains by my side and I lose control, she will inevitably become prey to the world. Can you fathom the carnage if she were to be exposed?”

Wang Yue mentally simulated the scenarios and recoiled. If this woman were to be revealed to the public without her ‘restraints,’ men would ignite wars over her. She would inevitably be reduced to a coveted prize, passed from one powerful figure to another.

In comparison, dispatching her to a Sacred Land—even if subjected to mistreatment—represented the lesser of two dire outcomes. Xuan Ji was making a monumental sacrifice for global safety and her well-being, at significant personal cost. He wholeheartedly embodied the spirit of a ‘Buddha Heart’ individual.

Wang Yue readily accepted the ‘task’ without hesitation.

Even deprived of the ‘body-enhancing’ advantages, containing her posed no substantial challenge for him.

Furthermore, the Wang family estate was a secluded sanctuary, frequented only by him. Even if her potent aura were to slightly emanate, it would pose no harm to anyone.

And let’s be candid: Wang Yue was, after all, human. The prospect of such an alluring woman in close proximity? Naturally, he harbored a keen interest. Particularly if he could somehow rouse her from her slumber…

He saw no need for further deliberation. With a nod, he declared, “Consider it a rescue operation; I am committed. Rest assured, Master—until she awakens, not a single soul will lay a hand on her.”

“Your heart is that of a Bodhisattva. My deepest gratitude,” Xuan Ji expressed, bowing profoundly. It appeared as though an immense burden had been lifted from his weary shoulders.

Wang Yue cast one final glance at the slumbering beauty. She possessed remarkable fortune to have encountered a true ascetic like Xuan Ji; otherwise, she would likely have been ‘ruined’ long ago.

“I still have pressing matters to attend to in Kaifeng,” Wang Yue added subsequently. “Therefore, she will need to remain here for a while longer. I shall escort her when I return home.”

“Naturally,” Xuan Ji assented without delay. He neither inquired about the nature of Wang Yue’s business nor offered assistance. Such was the characteristic detachment of ascetics—at times, they proved less than ‘proactive’ in matters of neighborly engagement.