Chapter 24: Lotus Flower?

  Just as one would carefully lift a nearly perfect work of art, Zhang Heng gently picked up Ning Xue's delicate and slender bare foot, his palm touching the crystal-like jade foot wrapped in semi-transparent gauze, a weak and boneless sensation spreading from his palm to his entire body.

  Zhang Heng couldn't help but gently pinch Ning Xuefeng's jade foot with his hand, and even through the semi-transparent thin stockings, he could still feel that almost intoxicating softness and comfort.

  Zhang Heng's fingers touched the white jade-like toes in the air again, feeling a softness, smoothness, and faint warmth.

  Suddenly, Zhang Heng's heart skipped a beat, warmth? He actually felt a hint of warmth from this toe?

  Didn't she die?

  Hurry up and put down the jade foot that has been haunting him, Zhang Heng stood up to observe Ning Xuefeng who was lying on the ground like Sleeping Beauty.

  I used my spiritual sense to take a look and found no breathing, no heartbeat!

  He touched her straight nose and crystal white wrist again, still no breathing, no pulse, and the skin on her body was also icy cold.

  Isn't that strange? Zhang Heng couldn't help but feel puzzled. He clearly felt a lingering warmth on her toes, was it an illusion?

  Once again, he used his hand to stroke her small, snowy white jade toes, and faintly, a warm heat could be felt.

  Could it be? Zhang Heng wondered in his heart.

  He even more boldly removed the semi-transparent stockings from Ning Xue's feet, using his hands to feel her perfect jade-like feet. Apart from a soft and smooth feeling that made his blood boil, Zhang Heng truly felt a hint of warmth.

  Zhang Heng furrowed his brow, what was going on? Although there was no heartbeat or breathing, and the rest of the body had no temperature, why did the soles of the feet have warmth?

  To prove the truth of the matter, Zhang Heng lifted Ning Xue's other slender and long leg, quickly removed her embroidered shoes, then stripped off the thin silk stockings on her jade foot, and gently stroked it with both hands, feeling a slightly more obvious temperature.

  It's really strange! When encountering such a thing, Zhang Heng was also at a loss, and he carefully observed Ning Xue's jade face. As a result, he found that her pretty face did not have the pale color of other dead people, but instead had a faint red color like the dawn, which was difficult to detect if one didn't look closely.

  Staring at this exquisite angelic face, Zhang Heng had a hunch that she was not dead!

  Taking a few steps back, Zhang Heng felt a sense of awe towards the beauty in front of him, just like when he first met Luo Xianzi who seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

  Zhang Heng gradually regained his sanity, and his behavior just now had fully demonstrated the lewdness and baseness of a terrestrial otaku to the extreme, and perfectly presented it, achieving the magnificent goal that millions of terrestrial otakus wanted to achieve but did not dare to do.

  But in his mind, he knew that this state was not conducive to his survival in this extremely dangerous world. To reach the pinnacle of cultivation, one must have sufficient endurance. Even if a perfect woman were to strip naked in front of him, he shouldn't be swayed by it.

  Because temptation is often the hotbed of triggering disaster.

  With a calm gaze at Ning Xuefeng lying quietly on the ground, Zhang Heng's eyes showed a few degrees of coldness.

  "Ning Shimei, you don't have to pretend anymore, I know you're not dead."

  Zhang Heng spoke in a calm tone as if chatting with a friend, saying to Ning Xue Rong.

  After finishing this sentence, Zhang Heng's consciousness tightly monitored Ning Xue's every move.

  But after saying this sentence, nothing changed on Ning Xue's body, as if she was indeed a peerless beauty who died here.

  Zhang Heng saw that there was no change on her body, and a fierce and cold light burst out from his eyes. He raised the low-grade spiritual instrument, Wuling Sword, high in his hand.

  "I'll count to three; if you still don't respond, I'll have no choice but to make you truly disappear from this world."

  When he said the two words "disappear", Zhang Heng paused heavily again.

  "Zhang Heng's low-grade spiritual artifact, Wuling Sword, slowly rose, and the aura on his body was continuously condensing and surging."

  "The Wuling Sword had reached its peak, and at this moment, the fierce aura on Zhang Heng's body had also reached its extreme, waiting for the next moment to erupt."

  However, Sleeping Beauty lying quietly on the ground seemed to have really left this world, motionless, like a perfect sculpture.

  "1" Zhang Heng let out a loud roar, like a volcanic eruption, and raised the Wuling Sword on his head, which flickered with a faint blue light, then flashed towards Ning Xue like lightning.

  "With a loud 'peng' sound, Zhang Heng's sword unleashed the ultimate power of both his physical strength and magical abilities, with an unprecedented concentration of energy that didn't spread out in the slightest."

  Only a deep ditch half a meter long appeared on the ground under Zhang Heng's feet, narrowly passing by Sleeping Beauty lying on the ground.

  A hint of a smile appeared on Zhang Heng's face: "Hehe, Ning Shimei, how is it?"

  "You won......" A faint voice that was almost gone came out of Ning Xue's body, with a few strands of shyness and helplessness.

  Actually, when Zhang Heng slashed out this sword just now, his eyes and ears were already firmly locked on Ning Xueying, and he didn't use his divine sense to spy.

  Just as Zhang Heng's sword struck the ground and made a loud noise, Ning Xue suddenly cried out involuntarily: "Don't!" Although her voice was very low, it did not escape Zhang Heng's ears.

  "Ning Shimei, what kind of technique are you using that can completely isolate your vital energy?" Zhang Heng couldn't help but be interested in Ning Xue's fake death.

  Heart stopped beating, breathing was intermittent, and except for the soles of the feet, all other parts were icy cold, this is indeed extremely ingenious.

  Ning Xue Rong slowly opened her gentle and calm eyes, took a stealthy glance at Zhang Heng, and a hint of enticing blush appeared on her cheeks as she softly said: "You can't learn this spell."

  Zhang Heng took one look at Ning Xue's expression and knew what was going on. Earlier, he had brought out the essence of being a nerd to the extreme, not only removing someone else's shoes and socks but also fondling their jade-like feet...

  "Cough... is that so... can't I practice either? Then forget it." Zhang Heng's old face turned slightly red, but instantly returned to normal, as if everything he had just done had nothing to do with him.

  Ning Xue Rong's long and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes, like morning dew, closed again, and she asked Zhang Heng in a trembling voice: "Can you help me?"

  Zhang Heng looked at her pitiful appearance, and his heart was slightly moved. However, his rationality took over at this moment, and he said casually: "What's the matter? If it's a trivial matter, I'll help you out. But if it's something difficult..."

  Ning Xue Rong's eyes were tightly closed, her jade lips moved slightly, and she said in a voice with a hint of crying: "Originally, this time the magic duel made my magic power exhausted, I would be fine after resting for a while, but you just scared me awake, if I fall asleep again, I may never wake up..."

  Zhang Heng remained silent, he also didn't know whether Ning Xue's words were true or false, if they weren't false, then it was really a bit embarrassing.

  "I don't want to sleep forever like this... Can I really believe you...... Brother Tang......" Ning Xue's last words seemed to have encountered enormous resistance.

  Then she struggled to open her eyes, with a hint of hope and deep meaning, gazed at Zhang Heng for a moment: Please.

  Zhang Heng felt a sense of astonishment, Ning Xue Rong's gaze at him was somewhat complicated.

  But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

  The moment Ning Xuefeng closed her eyes again, her slender white legs slowly transformed, flashing with a white glow, and the skirt below her knees burst into powder.

  And as if there was a force on her jade feet, she naturally stood up.

  In an instant, Ning Xue's skirt and embroidered shoes below her knees all turned to dust. A faint white light began to emanate from her jade-like feet, swirling around the lower half of her body, giving off a strange feeling that was both devilish and angelic, seductive and sacred at the same time.

  Then, Ning Xue's jade legs, including her jade feet, gradually changed in the white light, and a refreshing floral fragrance spread throughout the dark cave.

  Petals of pure white flowers unfolding from her lower body, no! It was transformed from the lower half of her body!

  Zhang Heng's mouth opened wide as he stared at this strange scene.

  Soon, Ning Xue's knee-down part transformed into a natural lotus platform surrounded by white flower petals, and the intoxicating fragrance came from those petals that were twice as large as palms.

  A faint, hazy white light surrounds the lotus platform under Ning Xuefeng's body, like a dream, an illusion, exceptionally beautiful, making people infatuated and sighing in admiration.

  In the distance, it seems like a Guanyin standing on a lotus platform, floating as if an immortal, as if about to ride the wind away at any moment.