Eu, Corpo de Pura Yang, Começo Como o Forno da Bruxa

“As expected of a pure yang body—no matter how many years you spend cultivating it, it will never be enough!”

In the Shen Yuan Secret Realm.

A stunningly beautiful woman licked her crimson lips with satisfaction. Her face was enchanting, her brows like crescent moons. Draped in a sheer veil that swirled like mist, her skin, fairer than snow, peeked through—both mysterious and alluring.

Her gaze shifted unpredictably—sometimes shimmering like autumn waters, sometimes burning fiercely like a blazing fire—captivating and bewitching.

Beneath her lay a boy of sixteen or seventeen.

The youth panted heavily, his face pale as if his essence and blood had been drained dry. His eyes rolled back, and he muttered, “Crazy woman…”

“Hmm? Lin Fan, it seems you still have some strength left. Then let’s go again!”

Another half hour passed. The boy now inhaled little and exhaled much, his lifespan reduced by half a notch, white foam creeping from the corner of his mouth. He looked on the brink of death, his body seemingly shriveled smaller than before.

Lin Fan dared not speak, lacking the energy to do so.

This torment had continued since he entered the Shen Yuan Secret Realm—two full years of suffering that shattered his elixirs and erased his cultivation.

Even his essence and blood had been severely depleted, as if he were at the brink of death at any moment.

“Hmph, useless fool.

Now, I’ll give you two choices. First, become my Dao partner, and then—”

The woman had suddenly changed into a magnificent phoenix-cro