Pill Refining, Beast Taming: The Trash Young Lady is the Hidden Empress - chapter 2

Chapter 2

“What a perfect man!”

Ye Ranyin gazed at the man meditating atop the white jade stone, unable to suppress a murmur.

The man’s face was as flawless as carved jade, lips tinted like vermilion, his features smooth and elegant, as if God had meticulously sculpted a masterpiece without a single blemish. He was truly a vision of ethereal beauty, capable of toppling kingdoms.

Moreover, an enigmatic and otherworldly aura surrounded him, making him seem untouched by mortal dust, like a banished immortal.

He sat in meditation with his eyes closed, his brows and expression cold, like a celestial being in the clouds, his demeanor indifferent as a deity. Ye Ranyin could imagine that if he opened his eyes, they would be as calm as an ancient well-aloof and ascetic, gazing down upon mortals like a god.

Ye Ranyin clutched her wildly beating heart, doubting whether such a perfect man could truly exist in this world. She wondered if the aphrodisiac she’d taken was so potent that she had conjured up this man in her imagination.

This man’s cold and abstinent appearance was even more alluring than a seductive spirit, driving her mad with the urge to drag him down into the mortal realm, to see him bewitched by love, crazed by passion.

He was like a poppy-his mere presence instantly ignited the restless effects of the aphrodisiac within Ye Ranyin, clouding her mind and making her reckless, desperate to throw herself at him.

And indeed, she did.

The man’s skin was warm and smooth to the touch, more pleasurable than the finest silk. Unable to restrain herself, she pressed her face against his, yet he remained seated, unmoving, utterly unresponsive, like a heartless, ascetic monk, impervious to any enticement.

Receiving no response, Ye Ranyin felt somewhat relieved.

So, was this man truly just a figment of her imagination?

If so, could she do as she pleased with him?

With this thought, Ye Ranyin grew bolder, not only unfastening the man’s collar but also brazenly kissing his neck.

In her previous life, though she appreciated beauty and was fond of handsome men and women, she had never truly been moved. Those around her always wondered what kind of person could touch her heart-now she knew.

-No real person could move her; only such a flawless, imagined beauty could make her heart flutter.

However, under the influence of the drug, Ye Ranyin failed to notice that the tip of the man’s ear, hidden beneath his dark hair, gradually turned pink, then red, and finally a vivid crimson as her actions grew more intimate.

…

Just as Ye Ranyin was about to strip the man completely, the heat surging within her finally subsided.

Ye Ranyin slowly regained her senses.

She disliked the feeling of losing control, but-reluctantly, she stroked the perfect, firm abs beneath her hand. She rather enjoyed today’s loss of control.

Only upon sobering up did she realize that this man actually existed.

He was not a figment of her imagination.

But…

Her gaze swept over the man’s long neck and jade-like chest, now marked with numerous love bites. If he was real, that made him all the more enticing!

Especially when he was tinged with desire-just as she had imagined, breathtakingly beautiful and irresistibly seductive…

Ye Ranyin summoned all her willpower to tear her gaze away from the man, silently reminding herself again and again.

Restrain yourself, restrain yourself!

She was not a scoundrel; forced intimacy was a crime. The earlier incident was excusable due to the drug, but now, continuing to take advantage of him would be indefensible.

While resisting the temptation of his beauty, Ye Ranyin slowly and carefully dressed him again.

Throughout the process, the man let her do as she pleased. If not for his physical reactions-warm skin, breathing-she would have thought he was a corpse.

Ye Ranyin found it odd, but still gathered all the valuables she could find on herself.

All she had were a few pieces of broken silver, a hairpin, and a decently crafted jade pendant. The original owner was truly pitifully poor.

She sighed and piled the items in front of the man. “Beauty, a small token of appreciation, please accept it.”

“If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as acceptance. Since you’ve accepted my gift, let’s treat today as a dream and let it drift away with the wind.”

Ye Ranyin was a hand enthusiast. Thinking that since she’d paid, she ought to get her money’s worth, she couldn’t resist holding the man’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Hmm?”

With that touch, Ye Ranyin inadvertently felt his pulse. “What a chaotic pulse!”

She quickly noticed that not only was his pulse irregular, but there seemed to be another force within him suppressing his vitality.

In her previous life, such a condition would have been fatal long ago. But in this world, where cultivation was possible, with many spiritual herbs and Elixir, and miraculous medicines, surviving was not so strange.

Ye Ranyin knew some medicine, but the man’s condition was beyond what 21st-century medical skills could handle.

“Tsk, beautiful men have short lives!” Ye Ranyin sighed regretfully.

He was the only man so far who satisfied her from head to toe, but unfortunately, she knew nothing about this world and was powerless to save him.

Ye Ranyin withdrew her gaze from the man. “Farewell, beauty. I hope you’re still alive the next time we meet.”

Ye Ranyin swam ashore. The bank was strewn with pebbles, and as she walked barefoot, her soles were cut, sending stabs of pain.

She paid no mind to the discomfort, shaking out her robe to get dressed.

Suddenly, a crimson bell tumbled out of her robe with a clear, ringing sound.

Seeing the bell, Ye Ranyin’s pupils contracted.

“The Empress Soul Bell? It actually crossed over with me!”

From the moment she could remember in her previous life, the Empress Soul Bell had always been with her, and it was her greatest trump card.

-No one knew that she could use the bell’s chime to weave illusions for her opponents.

In her past life, whenever the bell rang, everyone knew that the mercenary ‘Night God’ had come to claim a life.

It was as renowned as she was internationally.

“It’s good to have you here.” As she had in her previous life, Ye Ranyin fastened the Empress Soul Bell to her ankle. In this unfamiliar world, with the Empress Soul Bell, she had a trump card, and her confidence grew.

Drip.

A drop of blood from the fresh wound on Ye Ranyin’s foot fell onto the Empress Soul Bell.

In an instant.

The Empress Soul Bell shook violently, its clear chime echoing through heaven and earth.

At the same time, Ye Ranyin felt the world spin, and she was transported into a secret realm.