Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1867 - 0196: No Woman Can Resist It 4

How could he possibly explain such a matter to his sister?

Wang Yue had slipped into a state of enlightenment, finding this particular experience radically different from any he had encountered before.

His consciousness was not only transparent and liberated, but the sheer expansion of his mind seemed to physically broaden his meridians.

The flow of Qi within them became increasingly fluid and effortless.

Without any conscious direction, the Qi in his body spontaneously surged along the pathways of the "Level 8 Great Wild Wind." While its velocity accelerated continuously, there was no risk of it spiraling out of control.

After an unknown passage of time, Wang Yue suddenly shuddered and withdrew from that profound state of enlightenment.

He felt no disappointment at the transition; instead, his soul was flooded with pure, ecstatic joy.

Though the actual purity of his Qi remained unchanged after this epiphany, his mastery over its movement had become far more intuitive.

Even without a physical test, Wang Yue felt absolute certainty that he could now force his Qi to rotate seven times when utilizing the "Level 8 Great Wild Wind" technique. Such a feat would amplify his destructive power by a staggering 128 times.

He might not yet be able to overpower a master at the absolute peak of the Gui Zhen realm, but he was confident he could slay such an opponent in a single, decisive blow.

Naturally, this was merely an intuition. He had never actually crossed paths with a peak Gui Zhen realm master and lacked a precise measurement of their true strength.

Beyond the massive boost to his martial arts techniques, this accidental breakthrough allowed Wang Yue to realize a new path to power: the refinement of his mental state.

In the past, he had dismissed the mental state as something vague and intangible, believing that only the volume and purity of Qi were significant.

Now, firsthand experience had taught him that while Qi remains the foundation, one's mental state exerts a massive influence on actual combat effectiveness. This impact had simply been too subtle to notice during his lower stages of Cultivation.

This realization only hardened his commitment to experiencing the various facets of worldly life. Even if his superior Qi already guaranteed victory against peers at his own level, what martial artist would ever turn down the opportunity to grow even stronger?

With eyes gleaming, Wang Yue stared out at the distant horizon of the sea, debating whether to test the seven-fold rotation of his Qi.

At his current Cultivation level, he was capable of briefly walking upon the waves.

Testing the technique a few kilometers away shouldn't endanger the yacht; no matter how destructive the skill, it couldn't rival the scale of a natural gale. He didn't need to worry about generating waves large enough to flip the vessel.

The real concern was the noise; if he was too loud, he might draw the attention of powerful aquatic beasts. Such creatures were rare in the Yangtze River, and he didn't fear them, but dealing with them would be a nuisance.

While Wang Yue stood there in hesitation, a silhouette appeared on the deck and approached him.

He was startled to see Yan Fangfei—the woman among the group he was least acquainted with.

Yan Fangfei was clad in a white bikini. Having been dampened by the water, the white fabric had turned semi-transparent, clinging tightly to her skin.

Consequently, her ample, partially exposed breasts appeared almost entirely bare, with even the coin-sized areolas and peanut-sized nipples clearly visible through the cloth.

The narrow strip of fabric below barely shielded her private area, yet its translucent state left the dark hair and the rosy crevice beneath fully exposed to his sight.

Between the partial exposure, her breathtaking beauty, and her provocative figure, Wang Yue found his self-control beginning to waver.

Yan Fangfei, however, seemed totally indifferent to her appearance. She simply walked over and sat cross-legged on the deck right beside his lounge chair.

From this angle, Wang Yue’s view became even more vivid. With her legs parted, the fabric pressed deep into her groin, showcasing Yan Fangfei’s mature and exquisite genitalia in all their glory—a sight so alluring it made Wang Yue crave to bury his penis inside her.

Ignoring Wang Yue’s burning gaze, Yan Fangfei spoke in a voice devoid of any emotion, "You... are very abnormal."

Wang Yue blinked in surprise. "How am I abnormal?"

"My desires intensify whenever I am near you. I thought it was a fluke last time, but the feeling has returned now that I’m close to you again. Therefore, it cannot be an illusion." Yan Fangfei rarely discussed anything outside of her technical expertise; usually, she only offered brief, monosyllabic responses like "Hmm" or "Ah."

The fact that she was speaking at such length proved that Wang Yue’s unique aura had truly sparked her curiosity.

Wang Yue was stunned. He hadn't noticed the effect until she pointed it out, but reflecting on past events, he realized she was right. The clearest proof was his mother-in-law, Ling Xueyan.

Ling Xueyan was typically a woman of great dignity and poise. As the "Business Queen" of Jinling, her emotional discipline was legendary.

Yet, after dancing with him briefly, she had turned incredibly flirtatious, even attempting to seduce him under the guise of testing his sexual stamina for her daughter’s sake.

He hadn't analyzed it then, but he now understood she must have been affected by his presence.

As for the cause of this effect on women, Wang Yue already suspected the culprit: the Pure Yang martial art he practiced.

Since Yin and Yang are naturally drawn to one another, it was logical that his Pure Yang Qi would trigger a woman's latent desires.

Still, this was only a theory. To confirm it, he needed to perform an experiment.

Casting a glance at the woman beside him, Wang Yue flashed a mischievous smirk. He suddenly began to circulate his Pure Yang Qi, directing the aura to envelop this beauty who usually cared for nothing but technology.

In an instant, Yan Fangfei’s body gave a violent tremor. Her pale complexion suddenly flushed a deep crimson, and her breathing grew heavy and ragged.