Chapter 1: Beast Under the Moonlight

The moonlight was bright and pure, and the starlight flickered.

Under the moonlight, the dancing shadows of the trees concealed an inconspicuous cave.

Inside the cave, a man clad in black brocade robes had a flushed face upon his divinely crafted, handsome features. His originally dark gold eyes were stained crimson, emitting a primal, beastly glow of desire.

Amidst rustling sounds and the violent shaking of tree branches, the man rushed out like a ghostly light. His crimson eyes fixed upon the woman who had appeared out of thin air on the ground; completely disregarding everything, he tore at her clothes, possessing her with wild instinct. The infinite surge of desire within his body forced him to rhythmically move continuously to soothe the fire-like agitation.

A bolt of red lightning streaked across the sky in an eerie arc, startling the birds in the night. Beneath the man, the woman—who had originally been unconscious—snapped her deep black eyes open, sharp and still as stagnant water, without a single ripple.

The strange sensation beneath her made her brow furrow tightly. The moonlight shone upon her exquisitely beautiful face, but what it reflected was coldness and ruthlessness. His eyes, nearly red, were filled with a burning fire; at a glance, they were not the eyes of a normal person. Her deep black eyes shifted slightly, carrying a chilling, murderous aura. She had only just accepted the fact that she had been blown through time and space, and now she was being assaulted; where was the dignity of this nation's top-tier special agent to be found?

Her weak arms lacked even the strength to lift themselves. One could imagine how long this man's beastly nature had been building up. However, the pain in her lower body gradually receded. As if regaining consciousness, the man's movements became gradually gentler. An indescribable pleasure invaded her entire body, making her tremble uncontrollably.

"Ugh—" With a low moan, the woman felt the warmth beneath her. The man then collapsed beside her. Using almost all her strength, she pushed the man off her waist. Jinse sat there panting incessantly, her legs still trembling uncontrollably.

The night wind lightly blew her disheveled hair. Her black eyes, shining like colored glass, were tightly closed. A turbid white light enveloped her entire body, and gradually, the woman's pale complexion turned rosy. The near-disfiguring scar on her face also showed signs of improvement, though the pain in her lower body continued to torment her.

Her tightly closed eyes opened, revealing the shimmering light within her glass-like pupils. Her face, as delicate as mutton fat, carried a heavy, murderous aura. A powerful gust of air struck toward the man before her, causing the leaves to rustle and creating infinite ripples in the relatively bright night.

A streak of red light rushed to meet it, effortlessly blocking Jinse's attack and knocking her back ten paces. Her elegant brows furrowed; she had just used fifty percent of her *Yi Jin Jing* power. An ordinary person would surely have lost their life, yet he was able to block it even while unconscious? He was truly not simple.

Through the moonlight, looking at that robust chest, and thinking of how he had shown no tenderness for a delicate beauty just now, Jinse's blood boiled with indignation. She stood up and slowly approached the man who was still unconscious. Under the moonlight, that face capable of toppling cities was enchantingly radiant, causing Jinse to daze for a moment.

Long eyelashes veiled his eyes, his brow was slightly furrowed, and playful beads of sweat settled on the tip of his nose. His rosy, thin lips breathed faintly; he was nothing less than a seductive demon.

The enchantment lasted only a moment. Jinse pulled a hairpin from her disheveled hair, which glinted with a cold light under the moonlight. *Since the Yi Jin Jing had no effect on you, don't blame me for being insidious.*

The hairpin in Jinse's hand fell, slashing fiercely across his naked chest. Blood continuously welled up against his fair skin, revealing how much strength she was using. After a moment, Jinse stopped her movements. She wiped the blood from her hands on his clothes and looked at the two words "Full of Life" appearing on his chest with a satisfied arch of her brow. Accidentally, her attention was drawn to the blood-red jade pendant at his waist; its exquisite and dazzling color made one unable to help but feel excited.