Chapter 120: Evolution of the Double Pupils

How could one refuse the request of a beauty?

Lin Yang naturally did not stand on ceremony. He accepted Lin Yimo’s request and went straight to the point. Had it been before today, he might have thought twice about responding to her advances, but a deep, heart-to-heart conversation with Shen Limin had shifted his perspective.

Heroes of old were often lovers of beauty, and what is youth without a touch of romance? With spirits high and vigor boundless, one should sweep through the garden of flowers without regrets.

A long while later, the storm calmed. Lin Yimo lay as limp as soft mud, every inch of her—from her stray locks to her toes—suffused with an indescribable sensation, her heart filled with an unspeakable sense of satisfaction and happiness. She curled up in the crook of Lin Yang’s arm like a lazy kitten, tracing circles on his chest with her finger.

"You're too incredible, aren't you? Honestly, how many girls have you 'ruined'?"

Although Lin Yimo lacked experience herself, she could tell that Lin Yang was remarkably skilled. His techniques and postures betrayed him as a seasoned veteran.

"You are the third so far," Lin Yang said, stroking her hair.

"By the sound of that, there will be more in the future?" Lin Yimo asked, feigning indignation.

"Who knows what the future holds?" Lin Yang laughed.

"Scumbag!" Lin Yimo snorted and gave his waist a sharp pinch.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Lin Yang pleaded for mercy, though it was clearly an act.

"I’ll pinch you to death!"

Though she had been mentally prepared for the fact that a man like Lin Yang was not someone she could fully tame, she still felt a sting of sourness and loss in her heart. Deciding not to be difficult, she pulled back the covers and went to take a shower.

"Wait for me, let’s bathe together," Lin Yang said, rolling out of bed.

"No way!" Lin Yimo retorted with a playful grimace.

"Everything that could be seen has been seen, and every place that could be touched has been touched. Are you still shy?" Lin Yang asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"Don't talk about it, you're so annoying!" She broke free from his embrace, dashed into the bathroom, and locked the door. Lin Yang had no choice but to wait until she was finished.

***

Although they were at a hotel, Lin Yang woke up right on time. Lin Yimo was still sleeping soundly, her head resting on his arm. Not wanting to just slip away after having spent the night with her, he carefully withdrew his arm, got dressed, and headed to the hotel's rooftop terrace to practice.

As the morning sun broke, he drew in the purple mist of dawn, once again activating his Double Pupils to absorb the energy. As he practiced, his pupils underwent a mutation; a faint purple halo appeared within them, looking somewhat eerie. The halo pulsed—contracting and expanding—and as he opened and closed his eyes, they shimmered with a luster that seemed far from human.

A moment later, the purple light dissipated. When Lin Yang opened his eyes again, a faint, lingering purple halo remained in his pupils.

"Finally, I’ve entered the second stage," Lin Yang smiled.

The second stage of the Double Pupils granted the innate abilities of photographic memory, x-ray vision, and the replication of martial arts techniques. The first two stages hadn't truly revealed the unique power of his eyes, but the third stage would bring a qualitative shift. The third stage offered profound and terrifying abilities like mind reading, psychological warfare, illusion casting, and the breaking of barriers. Each evolution beyond the third stage would be a monumental leap in power.

He finished his practice and returned to the room to freshen up. Lin Yimo was awake.

"Lin Yang, I'm hungry," she pouted, her head peeking out from under the covers.

"Alright, I’ll feed you then," Lin Yang said, pouncing onto the bed. Lin Yimo clutched the quilt tightly.

"Don't! It’s early morning, don't be naughty."

"A morning workout is good for the body and builds strength," he said, pulling back the covers and slipping in, his hands grasping her slender, supple waist. That waist was not only the most enchanting part of her figure but also her most sensitive point; she immediately went soft, left entirely to his mercy.

As a sliver of morning sun pierced through the gap in the curtains, Lin Yang performed his peerless technique. Lin Yimo, now familiar with the pleasure, surrendered herself to the moment, as if drifting on the clouds. Fortunately, it was a high-end five-star hotel with excellent soundproofing; otherwise, the sounds she made would have been heard clearly in the hallway.

When the storm finally passed, Lin Yimo was drenched in a light sweat, her hair damp. She clung to Lin Yang, their bodies pressed so tightly together it was as if they wanted to merge into one.

A long time later, she whispered weakly, "We didn't take any precautions either time. Could I get pregnant?"

"That depends on whether you want to be," Lin Yang replied, rolling over to lie beside her with a smile.

"Of course I don't! That's why I'm worried."

"Don't worry, I have a way," Lin Yang said, gently stroking her cheek.

"What way? Taking pills?"

"Pills are bad for your health; they aren't a good option."

Lin Yang uncovered the quilt, took a set of silver needles from his Qiankun bag, and told her to lie still.

"What are you doing?" She asked, startled by the long, thin needles.

"I have a special acupuncture technique that acts as a contraceptive," he explained.

"Really? You aren't even a doctor, don't mess around. I've been afraid of needles since I was a child," she said, clearly skeptical.

"Didn't I just give you a 'shot' earlier? You didn't seem afraid then—didn't you enjoy it?" Lin Yang teased.

"You're annoying! That's not the same thing!" She blushed and punched him in the chest.

"My medical skills aren't just unmatched in Luo City—look across the entire Nandu Province, and there is no one who can rival me," Lin Yang boasted.

"Keep bragging. You didn't even attend medical school," she countered, still unconvinced.

"Trust me. Have I ever lied to you?"

Half-doubting, she closed her eyes and said, "Fine, fine, just don't hurt me."

Lin Yang quickly inserted the needles into several points on her lower abdomen. Lin Yimo bit her lip, not daring to open her eyes; her lifelong fear of needles was evident. Fortunately, his technique was swift and painless, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm going to take a shower. Just leave the needles in for half an hour," he said.

While Lin Yang was showering, his phone rang.

"Lin Yang, someone is calling you!" Lin Yimo shouted.

"I know, just ignore it," his voice echoed from the bathroom.

Lin Yimo reached out to grab the phone from the nightstand, intending to decline the call to stop the buzzing. However, upon glancing at the screen, she froze: "Murong Yun."

"Murong Yun? Is it *the* Murong Yun?" Her expression turned to one of utter confusion.