The process of dual cultivation was dull and tedious. Xiang Yuan helped Bai Wuyan nurture her Primordial Spirit, feeding her a mouthful of blood medicine now and then. He felt like he had become a cultivation furnace, and the experience was thoroughly mediocre.
He had wanted to copy some of the laws of heaven and earth from Bai Wuyan, but her Primordial Spirit was far too fragile. With such grave injuries, she could not withstand much disturbance.
About half a day passed, and Xiang Yuan had gained nothing. Dissatisfied with this one-sided dual cultivation, he transmitted, "Senior Sister, if we keep cultivating like this, who knows when your injuries will recover? This junior brother has a way to speed things up. It may be somewhat presumptuous toward you, so forget it if you disagree."
Xiang Yuan waited a moment. Seeing that Bai Wuyan said nothing, he reached out, swept her into his arms, and sat with her on the Enlightenment Cushion.
As the realm of the Dao following nature merged in, black-and-white fish spread beneath him. As they revolved, they kept his and Bai Wuyan's Primordial Spirits in opposing balance within the sea of consciousness.
You didn't say anything, so I'll take that as agreement!
I didn't say anything—how could you take that as agreement?!
Bai Wuyan was displeased, but as the efficiency of their dual cultivation shot up, she remained silent. Her resentment toward the extraterrestrial demon deepened, and she added this debt to the Wheel Prison Great Demon's account.
As for Xiang Yuan, once her injuries had healed, she would kill this cultivation furnace to silence him.
This cultivation session lasted three days and three nights.
Bai Wuyan's parched Primordial Spirit was nourished at last, and she finally regained the ability to move. When she needed medicine, she