Chapter 2098: Natural Body Chapter 2098: Natural Body Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In Wilma Nilles’s attic, Braydon Neal was busy cooking.

Mystical materials were being transformed into ingredients with meticulous precision in his hands.

Meanwhile, Wilma sat outside, resting her chin in her hands as she quietly watched Braydon’s back.

“When do you plan to break through to the transcendent realm?” Suddenly, Braydon, still focused on cooking, asked the question.

Caught off guard, Wilma paused for a moment before replying, “I plan to break through tonight.” “Alright.

I’ll protect you.” Braydon’s calm voice sent a warm sensation through Wilma’s heart.

“What if a transcendent-level expert comes?” “They’ll have to get through me first.” Braydon brought over the prepared dishes and handed Wilma a bowl of rice along with chopsticks.

Later that night, after dinner, the two lay on the grass outside, gazing at the stars.

Wilma nestled close to Braydon, close enough to catch the faint fragrance emanating from him.

“Braydon, why do you smell so good?” Like a curious child, Wilma bombarded him with questions.

“I was born this way,” Braydon replied, his tone even.

His Dharma Idol’s perfect body lacked impurities, giving rise to the faint fragrance.

Suddenly, Braydon felt a warm breath near his ear, causing his body to stiffen.

Once again, she kissed him without warning.

Inside Braydon’s mind, a small imaginary version of himself banged his head against the ground in frustration.

If his true self found out, there’d surely be consequences.

But, reminded of his mission, he could only endure in silence.

He had sold himself out to infiltrate the inner sect and gather intelligence.

Wilma’s body pressed against his, her soft pink lips fervently seeking him out.

Perhaps the events of the day had stirred something within her, filling her with guilt and a strong desire to surrender herself to him.

Suddenly, Braydon’s eyes flashed, and his slender fingers grasped Wilma’s delicate wrist.

She froze, her gaze questioning.

“No.” Braydon shook his head gently.

“Why?” Wilma’s confusion deepened.

“I don’t want you to regret it,” Braydon replied after a moment of silence.

Recalling scenes from romance novels he’d read, he remembered that when a major step was about to be taken, one party would always stop the other.

After all, Braydon would eventually leave.

If he truly claimed Wilma as his own, he’d be forced to take her along.

Tears welled up in Wilma’s eyes.

“Are youaEUR| are you still hung up on what happened before?” “No.

Don’t overthink it.” “Then don’t stop me.

I’m willing.” Braydon sighed, his grip firm but helpless.

Why was this woman so devoted?

He hadn’t anticipated how today’s events would provoke such an intense reaction from her.

If he continued resisting, it wouldn’t align with his persona.

After a deep breath, Braydon released her wrist.

“Fine, but the final step is absolutely off-limits.” A smile spread across Wilma’s face as she noticed his change of heart.

She leaned closer, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Braydon frowned.

Late at night.

Braydon sat outside the attic, staring blankly into the distance.

Faint fluctuations emanated from within the roomaEUR”Wilma was in the middle of her breakthrough.

He glanced down at his slightly disheveled clothes and sighed, lifting his gaze to the stars above.

He’d just been taken advantage of by a woman.

Inside the cultivation room, Wilma’s face flushed as her aura fluctuated erratically.

But as she reached the final step, her expression turned pale, and her body broke out in a cold sweat.

Transcendence required surpassing the limitations of body and soul.

During this process, a mysterious force magnified one’s deepest fears, confronting them directly.

In Wilma’s spiritual world, darkness enveloped her.

She stood alone, memories surfacing that filled her with anger and pain.

“Why?!” Her hoarse voice echoed in the void.

“Why was she born to enjoy all the love and recognition, while I was left in the shadows?

Am I not your daughter too?!” Her cries went unanswered, swallowed by the endless darkness.

Wilma collapsed to the ground, vulnerable and brokenaEUR”a far cry from her usual confident self.

This memory had become her inner demon.

Without overcoming it, she’d never transcend.

Sensing the weakening aura inside, Braydon’s expression hardened.

He needed Wilma’s success to gain legitimate entry into the inner sect.

Pulling a black flute from his waist, he began to play.

The gentle melody flowed into the room, reaching Wilma’s ears.

In her dark spiritual realm, Wilma paused, startled.

“A flute?” The music grew louder, resonating through the void.

She felt a protective presence around heraEUR”a silent guardian.

“Braydon?

Is that you?” Her voice trembled with disbelief.

Suddenly, a glowing figure appeared beside her.

It was Braydon.

He gently wiped away her tears, his voice soft and reassuring.

“It’s alright.

I’ll lead you out.” Clinging tightly to Braydon, Wilma refused to let go, afraid he’d vanish like a dream.

Guided by Braydon’s presence, the oppressive darkness dissolved.

“Get lost!”