No wonder people called this bone-eroding poison.
The single bed was a little narrow. Daoist Wang could only lie on his side now, his chest pressed unobstructedly against the back of the beautiful woman in his arms.
Ling Tong had fallen deeply asleep.
A faint flush still lingered on her snowy white, crystalline skin, like a peeled grape at perfect ripeness. Her silky black hair lay scattered across the pillow, carrying an unusual sheen.
The mess here bore witness to the madness from earlier.
Although Ling Tong had modified her Mechanical Arm and Mechanical Spine, kept up with intensive training, and received further enhancement through Wang Jixuan's massage techniques, she still could not keep up with Daoist Wang's stamina.
Wang Jixuan gazed at Ling Tong's profile from such close range, savoring that sense of fulfillment.
This state of mind was actually quite subtle.
He closed his eyes, his fingers gently brushing across Ling Tong's shoulder, and his Dao Heart gradually calmed instead.
This was desire, the pleasure after desire had been fulfilled, and the fabled "sage mode" deep in his heart.
Desire should have been neutral by nature.
People recoiled at its mention because of secular rites and morality.
If people had no desires, how would they reproduce?
The Daoist gradually entered a wondrous state of enlightenment. Strands of light swirled around him, and the flames on the back of his hand came alive, flickering softly.
Before long, wisps of spiritual energy converged from every direction. They passed through the room's soundproofing equipment, through the simple barrier Wang Jixuan had previously arranged with mana, and flowed into the sea of qi within him.
Enlightenment had arrived so naturally.
An improvement in his Dao Realm had come completely without warning.
Ling Tong also gained some benefits in her sleep.
This dual