Cultivating Body and Mind

A land of tenderness was a hero's grave.

For an entire month, Ye Han had reveled in pleasure, like an untiring plow ox, completely carried away with himself. He had even neglected his cultivation.

"You've been dawdling for so long. When are you finally going to do something serious?" That day, Bo Saixi looked haggard as she watched Ye Han come downstairs, gritting her teeth in anger.

"Uh! Well, without enough foreplay, it'll hurt." Ye Han scratched his head.

He had experience with this sort of thing.

"What do you mean?" Bo Saixi frowned, utterly confused.

Ye Han looked at the woman, then immediately slapped his forehead, feeling speechless.

After all that, the two of them had not even been talking about the same thing.

At the same time, Ye Han felt a little stupid for discussing such things with a "little girl."

"When are you going to fulfill your promise?" Bo Saixi stopped dwelling on anything else and pressed on.

She felt as if she were going mad.

After staying in the castle for a month, no one knew what kind of torment she endured every night.

Bo Saixi felt like she was on the verge of breaking down. If Ye Han still refused to keep his promise, she truly could not guarantee that she would not strike him dead with a single palm.

"Oh! You mean finding Tang Chen? In a few days. I promise, I'll go in a few days." Ye Han spoke with a serious expression.

Bo Saixi's urging immediately made Ye Han realize that his unrestrained life over the past month had been far too... exciting.

"Ye Han, do you know what you look like right now?" Bo Saixi snapped.

How could Bo Saixi fail to notice Ye Han's perfunctory attitude?

"Oh! Tell me, then. What do I look like?" Ye Han asked curiously.

"A spoiled young master, a lecherous pervert, a useless fool ruled by lust. Sooner or later, you'll die on a woman's belly!" Seeing that Ye Han still looked utterly shameless, Bo Saixi suddenly shouted.

Ye Han froze, looking at Bo Saixi as though he were meeting her for the first time.

The Bo Saixi in his memory was elegant and noble, dignified and breathtakingly beautiful—the High Priestess who was always calm and composed, forever above the rest.

But the Bo Saixi before him was practically a completely different person.

Her face was haggard, her eyes wide with rage. After thinking for a moment, an animal appeared in Ye Han's mind.

A tigress!

Only that could describe the woman before him.

Ye Han fell silent.

Wasn't it just that he had not kept his promise?

Was there really any need to react like this?

He felt a little wronged. What young man did not have a rebellious youth?

Had he not merely delayed things by a few days?

Did she miss him that badly?

Ye Han truly did not know what was so great about Tang Chen that such a stunning beauty could not forget him.

Look at that haggard little face, that volatile temper, those curses pouring out of her mouth, that heaving chest.

The wind is tight. Retreat!

A gentleman did not stand beneath a crumbling wall. Bo Saixi felt dangerous to Ye Han right now, so he did not dare linger. He immediately slipped away upstairs.

Bo Saixi clenched her fists and watched Ye Han's back disappear. She let out a soft sigh, then walked out of the room.

Another earth-shaking battle would probably happen next. Even in broad daylight, she was too embarrassed to stay here.

In the second-floor bedroom, the bedding on the large bed was a mess.

The two women were a feast for the eyes, their hair disheveled and their bodies covered by a thin blanket. Their ivory-white, jade-like limbs were exposed to the air, completely motionless. If not for their faintly rising chests, they would have looked no different from corpses.

Ye Han arrived without making a sound, adjusted their bodies, and gently covered them with the quilt. Throughout the process, neither woman moved in the slightest.

He smiled faintly as he looked at the two sleeping women, feeling both proud and guilty.

After gently tidying their hair, Ye Han sat down beside the bed and quietly watched them, though Bo Saixi's words echoed through his mind.

Ye Han's mind was sharp, and he was naturally no fool. At this moment, he too realized that something was wrong.

Thinking about what he had done over the past month, Ye Han understood that he had become too carried away and had forgotten his original intention.

He had chosen to take human form not for a momentary pleasure, but for eternity.

"What are you thinking about?"

After an unknown amount of time, a soft voice sounded.

Ye Han came back to his senses and immediately met Snow Empress's clear, water-like eyes.

Looking at that incomparably beautiful face before him, Ye Han could not help shaking his head. "Nothing."

Snow Empress slowly sat up, allowing the thin blanket to slide from her body and reveal her perfect nude form without the slightest concern.

She wrapped her arms around Ye Han's waist and rested her head against his chest before asking again, "Tell me. Did something happen?"

Ye Han pulled up the fallen blanket and wrapped it around her alluring body. Hearing this, he could not help sighing softly.

This girl was too smart. Perhaps he could hide his worries from Ice Empress, but he could never hide them from her.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Han slowly said as he arranged Snow Empress's messy silver-white hair, "I want to leave for a while. Alone."

The soft body in his arms visibly stiffened. Although it quickly returned to normal, Ye Han still noticed.

"Don't worry. Trust me," Ye Han said, lowering his head to gently kiss Snow Empress's smooth, fair forehead.

After being ravaged so fiercely, Snow Empress was especially enamored with this sudden tenderness from her man.

"Mhm!"

A soft sound came from her nose as she tightly hugged Ye Han's waist, her exquisite body pressing deeper into his embrace.

Ye Han stopped arranging her hair and instead wrapped both arms tightly around her.

At that moment, silence spoke louder than words. Holding the beauty in his arms, Ye Han felt as though he were holding the entire world.

After Ice Empress woke up, the three embraced one another, listening to each other's heartbeats and breathing in each other's scent. They felt an unprecedented sense of peace and happiness.

In the days that followed, Ye Han began to restrain himself and cultivate his body and mind. Even when he indulged in entertainment now and then, he only sampled it lightly. He was learning to control his desires.

If a person could not even control their own desires, could they still be called human?

The Tai Xuan Sutra contemplated the sun, moon, stars, and rivers of heaven, condensing Tai Yin and gathering Tai Yang.

Tai Yin Power was supremely yin and gentle, nourishing the spirit and warming the flesh. Tai Yang Power was supremely firm and yang, tempering the spirit and strengthening the body.

One yin and one yang complemented each other.

But this was a gradual process that required constant accumulation and refinement, demanding great amounts of time and effort to guide.

Fortunately, Ye Han's foundation was high enough. After being reborn as a human and taking human form once again, his soul remained unchanged, and the spiritual power that formed the foundation of the Tai Xuan Sutra had been preserved.

Ye Han's spiritual power was now purer than before he had taken human form. He could independently visualize any one kind of heaven-and-earth power to strengthen himself.

A round moon rose within his mind, scattering streams of moonlight that were cool as water, clearing his heart and mind.

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