C11 Beauty

Chen Feng's eyes fluttered open after an indeterminate amount of time. He bolted upright, startled to find himself in a spartan hut.

The room was bare-bones: a table, two stools, a bed, and walls of green brick. Chen Feng's mind reeled in the stark space.

"What's happening? I remember passing out. Someone must have rescued me," he murmured, attempting to rise. But his legs felt unsteady, and his arms lacked any strength.

"Surely I haven't been drained by a fox spirit?!" Panic widened his eyes.

Relief washed over him as he noticed his clothes were undisturbed, neatly in place.

Just then, the door swung open. A figure stepped inside, and Chen Feng's gaze shot up, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

Before him stood a woman of captivating beauty, approaching him in a flowing white dress, her skin pale as snow, resembling a celestial being in her splendor.

If beauty could be lethal, this woman could effortlessly lay waste to the world.

Chen Feng had never seen such allure; even the most stunning celebrities of his past life paled in comparison to her.

Her eyes and brows radiated an infinite allure, irresistibly enchanting. Her mere presence made hearts flutter uncontrollably.

"She's the epitome of a rare beauty," Chen Feng inwardly exclaimed, awestruck.

"Awake, are you?" she spoke, her voice melodious as a songbird's trill, soothing enough to dispel any distress.

In her presence, Chen Feng's thoughts struggled to keep pace.

Congratulations, Host. You have mastered the Skill: Spiritual Resistance!

Spiritual Resistance: At its pinnacle, it can ward off any spiritual influence!

Spiritual Resistance: Current level 1/10. Would you like to level up to the maximum?

Yes.

No.

"Spiritual Resistance?"

Chen Feng was initially taken aback, but then clarity washed over his mind. When he looked at the woman again, he found her stunning, yet he no longer experienced the overwhelming infatuation he had felt at first.

"Could it be that this woman possesses the art of Enchantment? Is that why I've gained Spiritual Resistance?!" Chen Feng speculated.

"Yes!"

His Spiritual Resistance had reached its maximum level. Current Spiritual Resistance Skill level: 10/10.

Chen Feng silently acknowledged this. In a flash, he was no longer swayed by the woman's beauty.

Chen Feng distinctly noticed a flicker of surprise in the woman's eyes after the notification.

"He's unaffected by you?"

An elder suddenly materialized behind the woman. Observing the clarity in Chen Feng's gaze, he too showed a hint of astonishment and exclaimed.

Chen Feng's brow furrowed as he asked, "What is this place? And who are you?"

The woman detected a hint of wariness in Chen Feng's voice. She squinted her eyes and responded, "This is the City God Temple. I am the fox demon here, tasked with absorbing your Yang energy!"

With these words, she flashed a malevolent smile, her eyes lingering suggestively on Chen Feng's lower body, making him stiffen.

"Enough of your nonsense. Prepare some food for this gentleman, and after he has eaten, send him on his way."

The elder spoke and departed without waiting for Chen Feng to respond, as if he had urgent matters to attend to.

For a moment, Chen Feng and the woman were left facing each other in silence.