The Bathhouse of Long Ago

Liusu stared, dumbfounded, as Qin Yi made a move it had never anticipated.

With a flip of his hands, vortices quietly appeared in both palms, slowly turning. They seemed to form wormhole-like passages, containing a universe within—like nebulae, ethereal and vast, boundless and infinite.

One hand connected upward to the Purple Palace, lightly touching An'an's brow; the other sank to the dantian, hovering over An'an's lower abdomen.

An'an let out an unconscious muffled moan. The Water Spirit Power raging and overflowing within her seemed to have found two outlets. Azure light surged upward from her Purple Palace and spilled downward from her dantian, pouring mightily into the vortices in Qin Yi's palms—rising to Qin Yi's crown and sinking into Qin Yi's Immortal Martial Taiji Core.

A complete circle formed.

Qin Yi's body became like a reservoir. The excess Water Spirit Power from An'an flooded into him with surging force, nearly bursting Qin Yi apart in an instant.

Qin Yi silently contained it. He neither absorbed and transformed it nor sent it circulating back and forth; he merely endured it quietly, serving as storage.

Liusu stood there in a daze for a long while before suddenly asking, "Hey, how did you know to do that?"

Qin Yi smiled. "Back then, when Miss Yue absorbed and circulated the Chaos Divine Lightning for me, she definitely didn't use her mouth. How could I not know? I only needed to think about her method and imitate it a little... An'an's case is more difficult. She has a physical body too, so there needs to be an extra dantian vortex. Otherwise, simply linking the bridge of the Purple Palace would have been enough."

Liusu said incredulously, "You had a chance to take advantage and didn't? Is this really you?"

Qin Yi fell silent for a