The Life of a Necromancer as a Swashbuckler

Chapter 28: Nameless’s Choice

This question startled Nameless. Why was she asking that? Could she be... interested? Nameless couldn’t help but let his mind wander, but then he thought better of it. No, the Yechacha was, after all, renowned as one of the “Three Most Beautiful Women of the Martial Arts World”—even more formidable than the Poison Sovereign—so he couldn’t let his guard down. In truth, Nameless didn’t know if this body was a virgin or not; his soul had no memories, so this question was genuinely difficult to answer. But judging by his body’s honest reaction to Shi Jingyu, at least physically, he probably was. “I think this is my first time,” Nameless replied, feeling a bit embarrassed. As he spoke, his face flushed involuntarily, and his words came out somewhat stammering. Upon hearing Nameless’s answer—and especially seeing his blushing face—Yechacha’s interest was piqued even further, and she became even more alluring. “Oh, so you’re still a virgin? Well, that’s perfect—I have a way to save you. I just wonder if the great hero of Xiaoyao Valley will be willing, though.” ” As she spoke, Yechacha moved even closer to Nameless; whether intentionally or not, her low-cut top seemed to dip even lower, almost revealing what lay beneath, and a sweet, feminine fragrance wafted toward him. Seeing Yechacha being so forward, Nameless actually felt a bit intimidated. He instinctively sat back, as if trying to dodge her alluring advances, his face flushing even redder as he became flustered and at a loss. “What’s your plan?” Nameless asked, his face flushed—after all, he still wanted to make it down the mountain alive. “Well, there are two ways. The first, of course, is for us to do something ‘nice’ together, hehe,” Yechacha laughed before finishing her sentence, her body seeming to sway slightly—so alluring and seductive that any man under such an assault would likely surrender immediately. “What about the other way?” Nameless no longer dared to look at the Yechacha, afraid he might give up his resistance at any moment; his body had long since gone completely limp, and he was clinging to his remaining sanity to keep his mind focused. “Another way?” Yechacha hadn’t expected Nameless to actually resist her charms; she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. But seeing Nameless’s bashful expression piqued her interest even more. “The other way is for you to sit still. I’ll transfer my martial arts power to you, and then you can lead us down the mountain.” As she mentioned the second option, Yechacha’s tone grew noticeably colder. Which one should he choose? Nameless was a bit torn. The first option was incredibly tempting—she was one of the “Three Beauties of the Martial Arts World,” a woman whose beauty captivated the entire realm. Such a proactive advance was truly rare; if he missed this chance, he might never have another opportunity in his lifetime. But should he really choose the first option? Aside from his physical urges, Nameless couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. They were perched on a tree atop a sheer cliff, surrounded by a biting cold wind. Even if the experience were incredibly sensual, he felt he wasn’t in a position to fully enjoy it. The second option seemed a bit more realistic. “I—I’ll choose the second option.” In the end, Nameless’s reason prevailed over his desire, and he managed to voice his choice with some difficulty. “Hmph, you hypocritical pretender,” Yechacha said, clearly displeased with Nameless’s choice. She pursed her lips, smoothed out her clothes, and sat back down in her original spot. “Then come over here,” Yechacha said coldly. Seeing that Yechacha seemed to have lost interest, Nameless couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. He’d genuinely feared that if Yechacha continued her seductive advances, he would surely surrender—he was completely helpless in the face of a woman who was too forward and too stunning. So Nameless walked over to Yechacha, sat down with his back to her, and said, “Teach me your skills.” Seeing how obedient Nameless was, Yechacha actually felt a bit of admiration for him. In truth, when she’d mentioned “doing something nice” earlier, she’d merely been testing him. Men everywhere lost their minds at the sight of her—what made this Nameless so special? If he’d actually chosen to “do something nice” with her just now, she would have thrown him up into the tree without hesitation, leaving him to humiliate himself. By mistake, Nameless had actually made the right choice. Nameless sat down; his not-particularly-broad back appeared straight and sturdy. For some reason, the Yechacha felt a bit shy, but she quickly regained her composure. “Breathe deeply into the dantian; set aside all thoughts and focus on the Li,” Yechacha recited the mantra, preparing to channel her energy. “Wait a moment,” Nameless, sitting in front of her, suddenly spoke up. Yechacha was taken aback; she stopped channeling her energy and looked at Nameless in surprise. It was strictly forbidden to stop arbitrarily during the energy transfer—could it be that Nameless had something else to say? At that moment, Nameless sheepishly turned his head away, his face flushed, and asked, “What does ‘sink your qi to the dantian, let go of intention, and focus on the void’ mean?” Yechacha was dumbfounded by the question and took a while to recover. “Don’t you know any martial arts?” Yechacha asked in astonishment. “Yeah,” Nameless realized there was no point in hiding it anymore and admitted sheepishly. Only then did Yechacha have a sudden realization. No wonder he’d clung so tightly to him on the way down and hesitated for so long before coming down from the tree. Previously, Yechacha had assumed Nameless simply lacked agility, but it turned out he didn’t know martial arts at all. Yechacha felt a sense of despair. Someone with absolutely no martial arts training cannot receive energy transfer, because their meridians haven’t been opened yet, and internal energy cannot flow through them. Transferring energy would not only be ineffective but could actually cause their meridians to become blocked, leading to an explosive death. “How did you defeat the Four Evils of the Martial World and become the Xiaoyao Hero without knowing martial arts?” Yechacha still couldn’t believe it and immediately zeroed in on the crux of the matter. “It was a stroke of luck.” Nameless had no answer himself. Glancing at Yechacha’s expression, he realized the question was a big deal. “Never mind. Miss Yechacha, once you’ve rested, you can head down on your own. The scenery up here is nice; I’ll stay a little longer.” With that, Nameless closed his eyes to rest. Yechacha was very surprised. She wanted to press him for answers, but seeing that Nameless didn’t want to answer, she couldn’t bring herself to ask. This time, the two sat on either side of the tree in silence. The effects of the Mi Su Powder were gradually wearing off. Yechacha felt her body slowly recovering as her inner energy returned in a steady stream. She slowly opened her eyes, preparing to head down the mountain, but when she looked up, she saw Nameless standing in the wind, appearing to shiver slightly. Instantly, she felt a lump in her throat; Yechacha found herself unable to let go of the man before her. How could she save this man? By this point, Yechacha had already forgotten that she could simply abandon Nameless to his fate. “Man,” “unskilled in martial arts,” “virgin”—when these three words came together, Yechacha suddenly seemed to remember something, and couldn’t help but blush. Could it be that there was only one way? This was probably the first time in Yechacha’s life that he had blushed for a man. If that man were him, it might just work, Yechacha told herself. “Wú,” Yechacha called out, blushing, to Nameless, who was resting with his eyes closed beside him. Yechacha had made up his mind. “Even if you don’t know martial arts, I have a way to get you down safely.” Nameless blinked but ignored Yechacha; deep down, he didn’t believe a word of it. “Nameless guy!” Seeing that Nameless was ignoring him, Yechacha couldn’t help but get a little angry. Since his martial arts abilities had already returned, he wasn’t going to hold back. He immediately floated in front of Nameless and delivered a hard blow to the back of his head. “Take off your clothes now!” Nameless was a bit dazed from the blow, and hearing those words sent a shiver of fear down his spine. He hurriedly looked up at Yechacha, only to find her face flushed crimson—seeming to add a touch of bashfulness to her earlier alluring appearance. It appeared she had made some momentous decision.