By now the three women knew everything about Li Yuan, save for Yan Yu’s situation and his eternal youth. Even the flame he carried within himself was laid bare.0

After a brief demonstration they could only gape, speechless.0

Yao Jue watched the streaming flames coiling under his skin. “Master, are you some kind of walking meat field?”0

Jing Shuixiang felt his aura for a long moment. “Your Yang energy is unbelievably pure. Released, it condenses into a strange force—purity honed to the extreme, like a ghost realm’s deadly Yin energy. Kept inside, though, husband, you’re basically a top rank meat field, a living furnace of vitality.”2

Yao Jue giggled, eyes bright with mischief. “Don’t move a muscle, we want to grade your premium cuts.”0

Li Yuan could only sigh. Keeping the flame within his heart burning yet sealed inside his muscles, he felt his body grow noticeably heavier, the meat beneath his skin packing itself tight as iron.0

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