Chapter 671 When the Spear Is Too Sharp, the Cauldron Must Be Reinforced

Chapter 671: Chapter 671 When the Spear Is Too Sharp, the Cauldron Must Be Reinforced

Rong Xian had never complained about it.

She knew that her master was an extraordinary person, and it was only natural that countless women would be drawn to him.

But the longer she stayed here, the more she began to feel a strange insecurity in her heart.

Everyone else could see her master.

Everyone else could stand beside him, look at his face, and share ordinary moments with him.

Yet she could not in the truest sense. She remained blind.

Although her heart could see him, it was not the same.

But she had never truly seen him with her own eyes.

That simple realization had slowly become a knot in her heart.

Rong Xian bit her lower lip.

"I know it’s probably a selfish request..."

Her voice was almost a whisper.

"But everyone else can see you, Master."

She lowered her gaze again.

"I... I want to see you too."

Rong Xian may have been blind, yet she could see everything about Lin Feng with perfect clarity.

In the quiet darkness that had surrounded her since childhood, his presence had always shone the brightest.

She already knew, with absolute certainty, that he would be her husband in this life as what her heart told this to be true.

Her visions never failed her.

The knowledge sat in her heart like an unshakable truth.

Now that she had been granted another thousand years of life, cultivation could wait.

Matters of the heart could not.

She wanted to draw closer to him as soon as possible and far closer than the distant, respectful relationship of master and disciple.

Every time she stood near him, every time she heard the calm timber of his voice or felt the quiet weight of his attention, the longing inside her grew sharper.

She no longer wished to remain only his disciple.

She wished to stand beside him as something more.

Lin Feng remained silent for a long moment.

As the owner of the multiverse, he had no need to extend his divine sense to read the thoughts of his disciple.

The truth radiated from her body in waves he could not ignore.

He could feel the restless heat beneath her skin, the way her breath occasionally caught when she stood too near him, the subtle tension in her posture that spoke of a woman whose desires had been denied for far too long.

Her love juices was practically begging for release.

The signs were unmistakable. Rong Xian was in the absolute prime of her life.

Her body had natural needs that had never been properly answered.

Years spent only in cultivation and painting had left her inexperienced and she had never explored the hungers of her own flesh, and those hungers now pressed against the surface with increasing urgency.

Lin Feng accepted the truth without resistance.

"It seems I will have to sacrifice my body once again," he thought with quiet resignation, "if I wish to keep a great heart demon from taking root in my disciple’s heart."

He had seen what happened when powerful cultivators allowed deep emotional wounds to fester.

A heart demon born of unfulfilled longing could cripple even the most talented disciple.

Rong Xian’s sincerity was pure. Her desire was genuine.

Refusing her outright would only plant a seed of suffering that might one day destroy her.

He made his decision and acted at once.

Lin Feng raised one hand.

A soft, invisible force brushed across Rong Xian’s dull eyelids.

Warmth flooded the empty sockets that had known only darkness.

"It is done," he said.

Rong Xian blinked.

The blindness that had accompanied her from childhood until this very moment vanished completely.

Clear sight flooded her eyes for the first time in her life.

Light, color, shape and everything crashed into her mind at once.

She staggered slightly, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of vision.

For several heartbeats she could only stare, unmoving, as the world revealed itself to her.

And the first thing her newly healed eyes settled upon was Lin Feng’s face.

"Is this my fated husband?" Rong Xian’s heart trembled with pure shock.

Lin Feng stood before her tall and powerfully built, his frame broad and densely muscled beneath the simple robes he wore.

His shoulders were wide, his chest solid, his presence quietly overwhelming.

His face was so handsome that ordinary words failed completely... sharp, refined features tempered by a calm, almost otherworldly composure.

Those sparkling blue eyes seemed capable of drawing the very soul from her body.

The moment her newly healed gaze locked with his, something deep inside her chest tightened and then bloomed open.

Desire flooded through her without resistance.

As a chaste virgin who had spent her entire life in cultivation and quiet isolation, the sudden rush of emotion was almost too much to bear.

Heat rose in her cheeks. Her pulse raced. Her breath grew shallow.

Yet because she already knew with absolute certainty that Lin Feng was her fated lover in this life, she felt no inhibition, no hesitation, and no limit to what she was willing to give him.

"Master!" Rong Xian gasped, her voice trembling.

In the next breath she threw herself forward and hugged him hard.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his solid waist as she pressed her face against the firm plane of his chest.

The scent of him filled her newly awakened senses.

The warmth of his body seeped straight through her clothes.

She clung to him with all the strength in her slender frame, as if afraid that if she loosened her hold even a little, the miracle of sight and of him might somehow disappear.

With such a sexy young maiden pressing herself tightly against him, it was of course impossible for Lin Feng to remain unaffected.

He was a man, after all, and not made of stone.

His cock hardened almost instantly, swelling thick and heavy against the soft pressure of Rong Xian’s lower stomach.

The sudden, unmistakable firmness was impossible to miss.

Rong Xian noticed it at once.

Her body went still for a heartbeat.

Through the thin layers of clothing she could clearly feel the long, rigid shape of him rising against her.

Heat flooded her cheeks.

Her newly healed eyes widened slightly as the realization sank in.

"Is that... Master’s yang spear?"