Missing Thoughts Literature

Chapter 45: Will You Dual Cultivate With Me? (Page 1/2)

After her persistent nagging, the group finally left.

Yun Luo shook her head and walked into the courtyard, tapping on the water screen.

"Pei Yanqing, it's me."

The person inside sensed it was her and immediately removed the water screen and isolation formation.

As Yun Luo entered, she happened to see the blush on his neck that had just faded.

Alright, no need to guess, she knew how "graphic" her senior and junior sisters must have been.

She took out a jade pendant from her sleeve and handed it to him.

"This is the Gongjia Token my Master asked me to give you. It can show the progress of the Chengying Sword's repair."

The Gongjia Token is a standard magic artifact for artifact cultivators. It's engraved with a scale on the jade pendant. After establishing a connection with the spirit artifact being forged or repaired, it can display the progress.

"Thank you."

Pei Yanqing took the token. His slightly cool fingertips brushed against her palm, causing her muscles to tense suddenly.

She couldn't help but recall how Pei Yanqing had seemed to want to die on her in the cave, and a mischievous thought sparked.

She really wanted to dual cultivate.

"The Chengying Sword will take a month to repair. During this time, will you return to the Qinglian Sword Sect, or wait here at the Hehuan Sect?"

Yun Luo walked out of the courtyard with him. The fellow disciples in the distance cast sideways glances.

Pei Yanqing quickened his pace, afraid of hearing more "graphic" words.

"I'll find a blessed land to cultivate in seclusion."

This meant he wasn't returning to the Qinglian Sword Sect.

Yun Luo: Don't just cultivate in seclusion, cultivate something "spicy" too.

Earlier, when she returned to Lingxi Peak with Mu He, the latter had lectured her extensively.

"There aren't many cultivators who can satisfy your dual cultivation needs. Pei Yanqing is a good prospect for long-term dual cultivation with you."

She agreed wholeheartedly and her gaze towards Pei Yanqing was no longer innocent.

She had to find a way to "do" him again.

Yun Luo quickened her steps to walk alongside him.

"The immortal mountains nearby all belong to the Hehuan Sect. Although the immortal mountains outside the sect don't prohibit outer disciples from cultivating, some of them are where the sect grows spirit plants and raises spirit beasts. Outsiders cannot easily approach them. Shall I lead you to find a quiet place undisturbed?"

Pei Yanqing originally didn't want to trouble her.

But on second thought, the relationship between the Hehuan Sect and the Qinglian Sword Sect was already tense.

If he accidentally trespassed into a forbidden area and caused unnecessary conflict between the two sects, it would not be worth it.

"Thank you for your trouble, fellow daoist."

So, Yun Luo rode her sword to lead the way, and Pei Yanqing followed behind, flying with the wind.

He had already reached the Spirit Transmutation stage, so flying no longer required the assistance of a spirit sword.

Yun Luo had always seen him ride his sword before, and this was the first time she saw him fly like this, her eyes showing envy.

She needed all five spiritual roots to reach Nascent Soul before she could advance to Spirit Transmutation. She didn't know how many years that would take.

Her frequent glances caught Pei Yanqing's attention.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Just as Yun Luo was about to explain, she suddenly heard panting and moans from below.

She looked down. Below her feet was the very immortal mountain where the dual cultivation cave abodes had been opened.

Pei Yanqing's divine sense received far more information than his ears.

His expression suddenly tensed, and the pink tips of his ears betrayed his chaotic emotions at that moment.

Was this the place the female cultivators mentioned for observation?

Yun Luo bringing him here, could it be...?

He stopped abruptly, feeling both angry and annoyed, along with a complex emotion he couldn't quite decipher.

Yun Luo felt no one behind her. She turned around and found him hovering behind her, about a mile apart.

She turned her Black Iron Sword and flew back.

"What's wrong?"

Pei Yanqing's gaze was inscrutable. After a moment, he looked down heavily.

"You want to live here?" Yun Luo grabbed his sleeve and pulled him towards her sword.

"It's not allowed here. This is a dual cultivation ground for sect disciples. Outsiders cannot stay overnight alone. We still have a long way to go to our destination."

Chapter 45: Will You Dual Cultivate With Me? (Page 2/2)

Pei Yanqing did not resist and was pulled onto the Black Iron Sword by her.

Realizing he had misunderstood her meaning, he was instantly overcome with shame, his face flushing red. Fortunately, he was standing behind Yun Luo, so she couldn't see him.

After flying for a hundred miles, Yun Luo stopped at a tall stone cliff. The place was surrounded by mountains on three sides and rich in spiritual energy, making it an excellent spot for secluded cultivation.

Pei Yanqing thanked her and summoned an ordinary Spirit Sword to carve out a Cave Abode. It was only a temporary dwelling, so Pei Yanqing's carving was simple.

As he was setting up the Restriction, he said to Yun Luo, "Thank you for escorting me. I'm fine here now, Fellow Daoist. You should head back."

Yun Luo didn't leave. Instead, she stared intently at him. "Fellow Daoist, is there something else?"

Her gaze suddenly turned fervent. "Pei Yanqing, are you willing to Dual Cultivate with me?"

"..."

The hand Pei Yanqing was using to form a seal trembled, and the Restriction he had only half-finished was ruined. "You..."

"It's not physical, it's spiritual," Yun Luo explained, gripping his hand. "Last time we Dual Cultivated, you helped me break through to Foundation Establishment. But you were too potent, and I instantly reached the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. However, my soul's strength hasn't kept up. That's why I need to have Soul Communication with you."

She said these heart-pounding words with the utmost seriousness. Pei Yanqing looked at the hand she was holding and swallowed. "Does it have to be me?"

Under her gaze, Yun Luo suddenly lacked the decisiveness to lie. "Well... it doesn't have to be you. If you're unwilling, I can find someone else."

According to sect regulations, it had to be consensual. She had politely asked for his opinion, and if he refused, she couldn't force him. With that, she released his hand and prepared to Ride the sword to leave.

"Wait!"

Her hand was suddenly grasped. Pei Yanqing's gaze flickered across her face. He released her wrist and his voice tightened. "Just this once." He convinced himself internally that this was a thank-you gift for her recommending Elder Jinghong to him, not because he thought about her with someone else...

A slight curve formed on Yun Luo's lips. So, he liked the "feigning reluctance" act.

Inside the cave abode, which had been tidied up a bit. The stone wall of the circular hot spring in the center had been polished smooth. Warm spiritual spring water emitted steam, and white mist swirled above the pool. The entire cave abode was enveloped in a hazy mist.

In the hot spring, Yun Luo and Pei Yanqing sat facing each other. Her soaked white inner garment clung tightly to her body, her fair skin faintly visible. Pei Yanqing's gaze remained fixed on Yun Luo's brow, not daring to look lower.

"Does it have to be like this?" Yun Luo shifted slightly, her knee brushing against his thigh. He involuntarily leaned back.

"Yes," Yun Luo replied, raising her hand. Spiritual spring water trickled down her forearm. "It would be more effective if we took off our clothes, but I doubt you'd agree. So, we can only sit in this spiritual spring water to better absorb the spiritual energy."

Pei Yanqing had never Dual Cultivated with anyone before, nor had he ever seen Dual Cultivation techniques. Hearing her logical explanation, he believed her completely.

"Then let's begin." He sat up straight, awaiting Yun Luo's actions.

Yun Luo leaned forward, and in an instant, their faces were less than an inch apart. He had already leaned back against the stone wall, with nowhere left to retreat. He could only watch as Yun Luo's face grew closer and closer, as if she would kiss him at any moment. Yun Luo's gaze lingered on his perfectly shaped lips. Pei Yanqing swallowed nervously. She could kiss him at any moment.