Feasibility Report on Intimate Contact with Master Yun Yun

Morning sunlight streamed through the window lattice, cutting golden shafts across the room.

Yun Yun stood before him, her expression already restored to its usual cool, elegant composure.

Only the faint blush at the tips of her ears betrayed certain feelings from moments ago that were hard to put into words.

Since the matter was now clear, she would not pursue it.

Yun Yun deliberately avoided Feng Yun's eyes.

She truly had no way to pursue it.

She had been hugged and rubbed against by her six-year-old disciple while he was unconscious.

If this got out, where would the dignity of the ninth-generation sect master of the Cloud Mist Sect go?

More importantly, the boy had been completely unaware at the time.

What could she do?

Reason with an unconscious six-year-old child?

"All right."

Yun Yun let out a soft breath and brought the topic back on track.

"Since you've already taken that thousand-year Whale Glue, we should see how effective it was."

"I will check how much your physical constitution has improved."

Feng Yun blinked. "Master, how are you going to check?"

"Give me your hand."

Feng Yun obediently stretched out his left arm.

Then he saw a scene that made his pupils quake.

Yun Yun's slender, elegant fingers actually pinched his arm directly!

She squeezed it.

Then squeezed his shoulder.

Then squeezed his back.

Her movements were natural and smooth, flowing like clouds and water.

Feng Yun turned completely to stone.

"Master?"

Even his voice changed pitch.

"You... you can touch me?"

Yun Yun smiled smugly.

The smile was very faint, so faint it would have been impossible to catch without looking closely, but it was definitely there.

"I am indeed in a soul-body state. Logically speaking, I should be unable to touch any person or object."

She squeezed Feng Yun's arm again, confirming the resilience of his muscles.

"But strangely enough, ever since I woke up, I have only been able to touch you."

She paused, and a trace of confusion also flashed through her eyes.

"As for the specific reason, I have yet to figure it out."

Feng Yun's brain began spinning at high speed.

Logically, a soul body should not be able to touch physical matter.

But Yun Yun could touch him.

And "only" him.

What did that mean?

It meant there was some kind of special connection between him and his master!

Was it because of his transmigrator's soul?

Or because Yun Yun had absorbed his innate soul power?

Or because of that ring?

Or—

"Chosen one," Feng Yun muttered under his breath.

"Hmm?" Yun Yun hadn't heard him clearly.

"Nothing, nothing!"

Feng Yun quickly waved his hands, but the expression on his face uncontrollably developed in a certain indescribable direction.

He could touch his master.

I! Could! Touch! Master!

What did that mean?

It meant he could cuddle up to Master!

He could pat Master on the shoulder when she was sad!

He could give Master a hand when she felt weak!

He could—

A rapid series of scenes began playing through his mind.

Scene one: Master taught him a Dou Technique. He could not learn it, so Master held his hand and demonstrated it herself.

Scene two: Master's soul was so weak it was about to scatter. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back.

Scene three: Master stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing into the distance. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and gazed out with her.

"Stop."

Feng Yun slapped himself in his heart.

"What are you thinking! Cultivation! This is for cultivation!"

But the corners of his mouth had already started to lift uncontrollably.

"..."

Yun Yun looked at the six-year-old child before her.

A moment ago, his face had still been filled with astonishment.

Now, who knew what he was thinking, but the corners of his mouth were spreading wider and wider, and his eyes were growing brighter and brighter.

That brightness was exactly the same as last night.

Yun Yun frowned slightly.

An illusion, surely?

He was only six years old.

She continued bending down to examine Feng Yun's leg muscles.

And with that bend, Feng Yun's gaze unconsciously drifted an inch downward.

The collar of Yun Yun's cloud-patterned long dress had already been slightly open, and the angle of her bending made the view inside flicker in and out of sight.

On her fair skin, there was actually a red mark!

A very large one.

It was irregular in shape, its edges faintly purplish, and it sat less than two inches below her collarbone.

"Master."

Feng Yun's voice suddenly turned serious.

"Mm?"

"Can your soul body get injured too?"

Yun Yun froze and stopped what she was doing.

"What do you mean?"

"You..." Feng Yun raised a hand and pointed. "You have a red mark."

Yun Yun followed his gaze and looked down.

Then her entire body stiffened.

That red mark was there, in that spot, irregularly shaped.

There were even faint tooth marks around the edges.

That was!

Yun Yun's mind trembled violently, and images from last night flashed through her head.

Six-year-old Feng Yun had accidentally bumped into her while shifting around.

She had only thought it was an unconscious action from a child and had gritted her teeth and endured it without pushing him away.

But she had not expected it to leave a mark.

This was a soul body!

Logically speaking, a soul body should not have left any physical traces.

"..."

Yun Yun straightened up.

Her movements were very natural.

Her expression was very calm.

She reached up and tucked her fallen black hair behind her ear, the motion just happening to let her hair cover her collar.

"Your master's soul-body state simply hasn't fully recovered yet."

Her voice was as steady as ever, without the slightest hint of anything unusual.

"Occasionally, there will be some... traces left behind by energy fluctuations. It is nothing strange."

"Oh—" Feng Yun nodded in sudden understanding.

Then he glanced at that spot again.

Wait, no.

Feng Yun suddenly thought of last night's dream.

The position of that movement...

His pupils widened slightly.

No way, no way, no way?

That wasn't a dream?

Feng Yun felt like his whole body was about to split apart.

"Master, you must take care of yourself and recover properly."

His tone was sincere, his eyes pure.

Yun Yun glanced at him.

Clear eyes.

Feng Yun probably... hadn't noticed anything, right?

"Mm."

She turned her face away, a trace of almost imperceptible awkwardness in her voice.

"After my examination, your physical constitution has indeed improved quite a bit."

"The medicinal power of the thousand-year Whale Glue has seeped into your muscles and bones. Although you temporarily cannot fully absorb most of it, your foundation has already been laid."

She quickly changed the subject, speaking a little faster than usual.

"After this, you must cultivate the Wind Soaring Art properly and thoroughly refine the medicinal power remaining in your body."

"Also..."

She paused. "I need to sleep for a period of time."

"What?"

Feng Yun immediately put away all his messy thoughts, his heart tightening.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Is there a problem with your soul?"

"It is nothing."

Yun Yun shook her head, her expression still calm.

"I have appeared frequently during this period, and it has consumed quite a bit of soul power."

"I need to sleep for a while to recover."

"At the shortest, half a month. At the longest... one or two months."

Her soul body began to glow faintly.

"Cultivate well. When I awaken..."

"You'll check my progress, right?"

Feng Yun picked up where she left off.

The corners of Yun Yun's lips curved up slightly.

The snow lotus atop the iceberg once again bloomed with holy beauty.

"As long as you know."

After saying that, her figure turned into a streak of azure light and slipped into the ring in a flash.

She was somehow many times faster than usual.

Feng Yun: "..."

Why did it feel like Master was running away?

He lowered his head and looked at the ring on his finger, the silver band flickering faintly in the morning light.

He was silent for a long while.

He clenched his fist.

Master Yun Yun's soul state was in very poor condition.

Frequent appearances would consume soul power, causing each period of slumber to last longer than the last.

If he couldn't find a way to restore her soul soon, would her soul body disperse completely?

Feng Yun's gaze gradually grew firm.

He had to get his hands on the immortal herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well!

There were immortal-grade medicinal herbs there that could strengthen one's foundation, nurture one's essence, and nourish the soul.

As long as he could obtain them, his master's soul would stabilize, and might even gradually recover.

After that...

"Restore her body."

Feng Yun murmured those four words.

Only by restoring her body could his master truly "live" in the real sense.

Only then could she leave the ring and stand once more beneath the sunlight.

And only then could he and his master truly cuddle!

"Ahem."

Feng Yun gave two dry coughs and promptly cut off certain less-than-serious associations.

He stood up, blazing fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.

"Starting today, I'll double my training!"

"The goal: the immortal herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well!"

"The ultimate goal: restore Master's body and cuddle with Master!"

He clenched his fist and made his declaration to the rising sun outside the window.

Saying that goal out loud might have sounded a little improper.

But he didn't care.

So what if he was an unfilial disciple lusting after his master?

He had ideals, he had ambition—he was a perfectly serious unfilial disciple lusting after his master!

The ring flashed faintly.

Who knew if Yun Yun had sensed something even in her slumber?

"Master, sleep in peace. This disciple will definitely train hard."

"When you wake up, I guarantee I'll give you a huge surprise."