Yang Kongtong had finally completed his soul after immense hardship, but as soon as he heard Leng Ningxiang’s voice, all his joy evaporated.

Leng Ningxiang had been the first to strike that day, aiming for his neck, and she had similarly whispered in his ear then.

He had dodged in time, saving his head, but she managed to slice off his arm. Before he could even ask why, the other members of his harem appeared one after another and dismembered him.

“Where are you?!”

Leng Ningxiang’s voice sounded again. “Milord Yang, I’m inside you.”

From the left arm he had just attached, a cloud of icy mist emerged, gradually coalescing into an aloof beauty clad in night stealth clothes.

“L-Leng Ningxiang…”

“Milord Yang, that’s not how you used to call me.” The aloof beauty’s tone carried...