Take Liu Yiyi and Cultivate Together
Wang Mengde used his Spirit Eye Technique to scan Tie Li's body.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party's Dantian had been destroyed.
If he hadn't been extra careful today and used Substitute Talisman to scout the way, he would be the one kneeling on the ground right now.
In the world of cultivation, one must never let one's guard down.
He took out a rope about the thickness of a thumb from his Storage Bag and tied it tightly around Tie Li's arms, legs, and torso.
Although his cultivation was destroyed and a thumb-sized transparent hole was burned in his lower abdomen, his Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement of Qi Refining was still far superior to that of ordinary people, comparable to a body cultivator at the peak of the second level of Body Tempering.
This injury won't kill you in a short time; you might even recover a little and still have some mobility.
Wang Mengde used the Entwining Silk Technique, and several thin, spider-web-like spiritual energy threads shot out from his fingertips, precisely entangling the Storage Bag at Tie Li's waist. With a gentle tug, the Storage Bag flew into his hand.
After doing all this, Wang Mengde activated his Spirit Eye Technique again, his gaze piercing through the walls of the main room and sweeping inside.
Liu Yiyi Demon-Binding Rope and curled up on the floor of the reception room.
Her long, black hair was scattered messily on the sides of her face, obscuring most of it.
Her body was trembling slightly, as if she were enduring some great pain.
Wang Mengde's heart clenched suddenly.
But he didn't rush in immediately.
The Spirit Eye Technique continued to operate, and a pale golden light flowed in his pupils as he carefully scanned every corner of the living room.
There was no aura of Talisman, no patterns of formations, and no hidden traps.
After confirming there was no danger, Wang Mengde pushed open the door and strode inside.
Liu Yiyi lay on the ground, her hands Demon-Binding Rope, her ankles wrapped several times, her whole body curled up in a ball.
Her face was burning red, from her cheeks all the way to her ears, and from her ears to her neck, making her look like a boiled shrimp.
Her lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing rapidly, her breath hot and erratic, each exhale carrying a sweet, heart-pounding fragrance.
Her body was twisting unconsciously, as if a snake was crawling inside her, making her feel uncomfortable and—she couldn't quite describe the feeling.
Wang Mengde squatted down and pressed his fingers on the knot of the Demon-Binding Rope.
The first-tier Demon-Binding Rope was nothing to him; with a surge of spiritual energy, the knot loosened.
He pulled the rope off her and threw it aside.
Once Liu Yiyi's hands and feet were free, her whole body went limp like melting snow.
He reached out and touched her forehead; it was burning hot.
It felt like touching a stone that had been baking in the sun all day.
His spiritual power probed into her body, and he sensed only chaos.
"Yiyi." Wang Mengde called her softly, gently channeling a wisp of spiritual energy into her body.
That wisp of spiritual energy was like a drop of clear water falling into boiling oil, triggering a violent reaction.
Liu Yiyi's body jerked violently, her eyelashes trembled, and then she slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes were wet, like the surface of a lake washed by rain, and Wang Mengde's face was reflected in her pupils.
His gaze was unfocused and unfocused, as if looking at him through a layer of mist. It took him a while to recognize who he was.
Then, the fear and resentment that had been building up inside her for a full quarter of an hour suddenly erupted.
She suddenly threw herself into Wang Mengde's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face in his chest, shrinking into his embrace like a frightened little animal.
Her body was trembling, her fingers were trembling, every inch of her skin was trembling.
"You've finally arrived."
Her voice was muffled, coming from his chest, tinged with sobs, trembling, and filled with the relief and lingering fear of surviving a close call.
Wang Mengde's hand gently landed on her head, his palm covering her hair, stroking it slowly and gently.
"It's alright now."
Liu Yiyi didn't say anything, she just hugged him tighter.
Her body was trembling, from her shoulders to her fingertips, like a leaf shivering in the autumn wind.
Her breathing was rapid and erratic, her scalding breath hitting his chest through his clothes, burning his skin.
After crying for a while, Liu Yiyi finally released most of the fear and grievances in her heart.
Her body gradually stopped trembling, and her breathing slowly calmed down.
But what followed was an even more dangerous calm.
The medicinal power of the Passion Powder was fully unleashed.
The burning sensation rose from deep within her lower abdomen, like a flame that had been suppressed for too long, suddenly engulfing her entire body.
Her consciousness began to blur, as if she were being veiled by layer upon layer of thin gauze. The distant scenery became unreal, and the nearby outlines began to distort.
Her eyes had become filled with tears without her noticing.
Those weren't tears; they were scalding, damp heat surging up from deep within the body, driven by the effects of the medicine.
Her gaze became unfocused and unfocused, her pupils slightly dilated, as if she were looking at someone through a layer of mist.
Her lips parted slightly, her breath hot and sweet, carrying a captivating fragrance.
"Mengde ----"
Her voice had changed; it was no longer the hoarse, sobbing tone from before, but a soft, almost melting, yet alluring voice.
Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat, trembling, panting, and carrying a longing that even she herself found unfamiliar.
"Tie Li —gave me Passion Powder— "
She uttered those words with great effort, each one requiring all her strength.
Her consciousness was on the verge of complete collapse under the corrosive effects of the drug; that thin layer of clarity was like a piece of rice paper soaked in water, melting, cracking, and dissipating little by little.
Her last shred of reason told her that what she was about to say was shameful and should not be uttered.
But the drug was like a red-hot iron, burning all her modesty and shame to ashes.
She raised her head, her hazy eyes gazing at Wang Mengde's face, her lips moving as she breathed softly, "Quickly—take me—quickly—"
Wang Mengde's expression changed drastically.
The Spirit Eye Technique had already been used to scan the area.
Bedroom.
The first room on the right side of the main hall had its door closed, so there were no traps. The windows were closed, and the curtains were drawn, so it was safe.
He suddenly stood up and scooped Liu Yiyi up in his arms.
Her body was as light as a feather, yet as hot as a flame, writhing unconsciously in his arms, her hands climbing up his neck.
Wang Mengde strode out of the main room, crossed the courtyard, and went straight into Liu Yiyi's bedroom.
Tie Li collapsed in the corner of the yard, his hands tied behind his back, blood still seeping from the wound on his lower abdomen.
He saw Wang Mengde carrying Liu Yiyi out of the main room, saw Liu Yiyi's face as beautiful as a peach blossom, her eyes glazed over, and saw her hands wrapped around Wang Mengde's neck like vines.
Tie Li's eyes instantly turned red, like those of an enraged wild beast, his eyes bulging with fury.
"Damn Wang Mengde, what are you doing?" His voice was hoarse, as if squeezed from his throat, filled with blood, hatred, and a madness that wanted to tear Wang Mengde to pieces.
Wang Mengde didn't even glance at him, kicked open the bedroom door, slipped inside, and closed the door behind him.
With a bang, the door slammed shut in front of Tie Li.
Tie Li knelt in the front yard, hearing the sound of the door lock closing and the curtains being drawn, and then...
He heard the sound of clothes being torn, and...
Tie Li knelt on the ground in anguish, trying to cover his ears.
He didn't want to hear it, he didn't want to hear those damned voices.
But Wang Mengde had bound him up like a dumpling, so all the sounds were crystal clear to him.
In the bedroom.
Spiritual energy surged between the two.
The Bent Phoenix Harmony Resonance Art operates automatically, where yin and yang intertwine, like two rivers flowing into the same sea.
[The Luan-Phoenix Harmony Formula +100]
[Spirit Power Cultivation +100]
Hmm...
"Pain."
[The Luan-Phoenix Harmony Formula +100]
[Spirit Power Cultivation +100]
"Hmm----"
"It hurts me, hurry up—"
[The Luan-Phoenix Harmony Formula +100]
[Spirit Power Cultivation +100]
Spiritual energy surged through his meridians, a mixture of heat and gentleness, each convergence bringing a surge of power.
One hour later.
Everything returned to calm.
Wang Mengde closed his eyes and used his spiritual senses to see himself.
Golden words appeared in my mind.
[Qi Refinement Cultivation: Qi Refining Level 7 (2608/6400)]
[Cultivation Method: Luan-Phoenix Harmony Formula, Level 7 (2608/6400)]
Looking at the fluctuating numbers on the Fate Panel, Wang Mengde's gaze was intense, like two flames burning in the dark night.
He never expected that this cultivation would result in both his Cultivation Method and cultivation level increasing by a full 2,600 points.
You should know that when I cultivated with Qingyue back then, my cultivation level only increased by 1,803 points.
If I were to cultivate using Spirit Stone, I would need to circulate the Cultivation Method 260,000 times.
After Seventh-Level Qi Refinement, one can directly cultivate using Spirit Stone, reducing the time to complete one cycle of cultivation to thirteen minutes.
But even 260,000 cycles would require 28,166 hours of continuous sleep.
Even if one cultivates for ten hours a day, it would take 2,816 days, which is nearly eight years.
Even if he uses the Seven-Pattern Spirit-Nurturing Pill to shorten the time, it will still probably take six years.
Six years and this one hour----
They made a fortune.
Wang Mengde quietly circulated his spiritual power.
The familiar burning sensation in his Dantian had long since faded.
Instead, a gentle and balanced spiritual energy has taken its place.
Like a clear mountain spring, it flows gently, without the slightest disturbance or ostentation.
However, within this seemingly gentle and peaceful spiritual energy lies a chilling power.
He turned his head to look at Liu Yiyi beside him.
Liu Yiyi's eyes finally regained their clarity.
The dazedness and moisture in those eyes had mostly faded, replaced by a bewildered look, as if they had just woken from a deep dream.
She blinked, her pupils slowly focusing, and she could see the scene before her clearly.
Then, her expression changed drastically.
The change was as fast as turning the pages of a book—from bewilderment to shock, from shock to fear, from fear to despair.
Her body tensed up suddenly, like a fully drawn bow.
But just as she was about to scream, she saw the people around her.
It was Wang Mengde.
It wasn't Tie Li.
It was Wang Mengde.
That face she knew best, those eyes she loved most, the person she longed to see most.
All the fear and despair shattered the moment they saw him clearly, like a mirror being smashed by a boulder, breaking into countless pieces.
Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of grievance and lingering fear.
Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.
She suddenly threw herself into Wang Mengde's arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, buried her face in his shoulder, and began to sob.
"Bad thing----"
Her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, and her sobs were as thick as ink that couldn't be dissolved.
"I thought... I thought... Waaaaah..."
She couldn't continue; tears soaked a large area of Wang Mengde's shoulder.
Wang Mengde reached out and gently stroked her head.
He placed his palm on her soft hair, gently stroking it down, one strand at a time.
"It's alright now."
His voice was soft and gentle, as if he were soothing a frightened kitten.
"It's alright, it's all over now."
Liu Yiyi didn't answer, she just cried.
After crying for a long time, she finally released all the fear and grievances in her heart.
All the emotions that had been suppressed all day, the composure and fierceness that had been forced out in front of Tie Li, and the determination to die that had been forged in the most desperate moment, all turned into tears at this moment, flowing out without a single drop left.
Then, she finally realized, belatedly, their current situation.
Her face flushed red instantly.
The redness was even more intense than when the Passion Powder full bloom, spreading from her cheeks all the way to her ears, and from her ears all the way to her neck, as if someone had poured a basin of scalding cinnabar over her from head to toe.
Her body froze, like a statue frozen in place.
Her eyes were wide open, her mouth slightly agape, and she was completely stunned.
"I----"
Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, and her eyes darted left and right, but she dared not look at Wang Mengde.
"I thought it was that beast Tie Li— "
She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.
Looking at her shy and frightened appearance, Wang Mengde felt a surge of inexplicable tenderness in his heart.
He reached out and ruffled her hair again.
"It's alright." He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You gave it to me."
Liu Yiyi's face turned even redder.
It was so red it looked like a boiled shrimp; I wished I could disappear into a crack in the ground.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.
Finally, she simply buried her head in Wang Mengde's chest and let out a muffled "hmm."
The voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, like a kitten whining.
The room fell silent.
After a long while, Liu Yiyi finally spoke in a muffled voice, barely audible, "That wicked thing—when did you get here?"
"When you messaged me."
"I sent a message?" Liu Yiyi looked up at him, her eyes blurry with tears. "I didn't— the Talisman was stolen by Tie Li."
"He sent me a message using your Talisman." Wang Mengde reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face with his thumb. "He wanted to trick me into coming here so he could capture me with the Dragon-Locking Net."
Liu Yiyi's expression changed: "Then you—"
Tie Li was at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement Refining, and he had secretly set up the Dragon-Locking Net to catch unsuspecting people off guard. It could even bind cultivators at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement.
"I'm fine." Wang Mengde's lips curled up slightly. "He can't beat me."
Liu Yiyi looked at him, at the faint, slightly mischievous smile on his lips, and suddenly felt her nose sting again.
She wanted to say sorry, that she had dragged her into this, and thank you.
But in the end, she didn't say anything. She just buried her face in his shoulder again and mumbled, "You naughty thing, you're really something."
Wang Mengde asked cheekily, "In which aspect are you good?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Yiyi lifted her head from his shoulder, her red, tear-filled eyes staring at him.
She put on a serious face. "Of course it's because you're strong in combat. Tie Li secretly set up the Dragon-Locking Net, which can even bind Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement cultivator."
Not only were you not trapped, you also defeated Tie Li.
She spoke with utmost seriousness, her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed, her tender little face taut with tension.
Looking at her serious expression, Wang Mengde found it extremely amusing.
He lowered his head slightly, brought his mouth close to Liu Yiyi's ear, his lips almost touching her burning earlobe, and whispered:
Warm breath tickled my ear.
A blush appeared on Liu Yiyi's pretty face at a visible speed, spreading from her ears like ink drops into water, and in an instant, it covered her entire cheeks.
She raised her hand and punched him in the chest, her voice a mix of shame and anger. "Wang Mengde, you shameless bastard!"
That punch felt weak and limp, like a tickle.
Wang Mengde smiled and took her hand, their fingers interlocked, palms pressed together.
Liu Yiyi struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free, so he held her.
The room was quiet for a moment.
It was only at this moment that Liu Yiyi finally thought of Tie Li.
A complex expression flashed in her eyes, containing hatred, anger, relief at surviving a disaster, and a hint of inexplicable sigh.
She raised her head, looked into Wang Mengde's eyes, and asked softly, "You killed Tie Li?"
Wang Mengde shook his head.
"No. He was simply crippled in his cultivation and bound up; he's lying in the courtyard now."
Liu Yiyi remained silent.
She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow beneath them. After a long silence, she spoke softly, "It's good that he wasn't killed. Otherwise, if his life tablet had shattered, his master would have known he died on Rosy Cloud Island immediately, and things would have been much more difficult to handle."
"A life tablet?" Wang Mengde frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Liu Yiyi nodded and patiently explained, "Outer disciples of the Evergreen Sect all infuse a trace of their soul power into their life tablets, which are then stored within the sect."
If a cultivator dies, their life tablet will shatter.
The Evergreen Sect will roughly determine the cause of death based on the time of death, the approximate location of death, and the last place the disciple went.
Wang Mengde suddenly realized.
Liu Yiyi then asked, "What are your plans to do with Tie Li?"
Wang Mengde looked at Liu Yiyi: "I'm going to kill him."
Liu Yiyi remained silent.
She didn't speak, she just lowered her head.
Wang Mengde looked at her and suddenly asked, "You can't bear to see him die?"
Liu Yiyi suddenly raised her head, a flash of anger in her eyes.
She raised her hand and punched Wang Mengde hard in the chest, much harder than before, making him thud.
"You bastard, what are you thinking?"
She glared at him, her eyes filled with rage. "I wish he were dead. He drugged me, hung me from the rafters, and treated me like an animal."
After Liu Yiyi finished speaking, she took a deep breath and lowered her voice. "When the time comes—give him a quick death, don't let him suffer."
Wang Mengde nodded. "Alright, I definitely won't let him suffer."
Liu Yiyi nodded.
She was silent for a moment, as if she was thinking about something, then she raised her head and looked into Wang Mengde's eyes, her gaze clear and calm. "Go back and refine his Flying Sword, put on his clothes, and fly out of Rosy Cloud Island on your sword."
Then, using the Voice Transmission Talisman on his body, he sent a message to his relatives and friends, saying that he had died at the hands of the disciples of the Golden Sun Sect.
The Golden Sun Sect and the Evergreen Sect have always been mortal enemies. Recently, the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the two sects have been clashing constantly in the Blue Wave Sea, so it's perfectly normal for a few people to die.
No one will doubt it.
Wang Mengde reached out and patted her head, his palm gently stroking her hair. A slight smile played on his lips. "You're really clever. You thought of the same thing as me. We'll lock Tie Li in his quiet room first, then I'll put on his clothes, ride his Flying Sword, and leave. We'll kill him two months later."
Liu Yiyi's hair was disheveled from his touching, but she didn't pull away.
A slight smug smile appeared on her lips, but she quickly suppressed it.
Then she froze, her mouth slightly agape. "My cultivation level has actually Seventh-Level Qi Refinement."
Seeing her surprised and delighted expression, Wang Mengde's lips curled up slightly. "Cultivate the Luan-Phoenix Harmony Formula diligently, accumulating the Yin-Nature Power within your spiritual power. In three months, I will help you break through to the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement."
Liu Yiyi nodded, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes, but more so, anticipation.
The room was quiet for a moment.
Liu Yiyi seemed to suddenly remember something, abruptly turning her head to look into Wang Mengde's eyes, her gaze suddenly sharpening. "The Cultivation Method you practice is the Luan-Phoenix Harmony Formula, otherwise my cultivation level couldn't have improved so much."
Wang Mengde nodded. "Very clever, you guessed it right away."
Liu Yiyi was initially delighted, but then her smile froze on her face.
She naturally knew what the Luan-Phoenix Harmony Formula Cultivation Method, how to cultivate Cultivation Method, and what conditions were required to cultivate Cultivation Method.
Her expression changed.
She abruptly turned her head, staring intently at Wang Mengde: "Your cultivation has improved so quickly because you've practiced the Luan-Phoenix Harmony Formula?"
Wang Mengde said, "You're really clever; you guessed it right away."
This time, however, Liu Yiyi was not smug.
Her heart tightened, as if something was gripping it.
She looked at Wang Mengde's face, her voice suddenly becoming somewhat hoarse. "To cultivate this Cultivation Method, one needs many dao companion, or a female cultivator whose cultivation level is far higher than yours. But you only have Lin Xiaowan by your side."
She paused, her voice trembling slightly, "Do you have other dao companion?"
Wang Mengde sighed inwardly.
That idiot, only now does he think to ask him these things.
He did not avoid Liu Yiyi's gaze, nor did he intend to lie.
"I also have a dao companion."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yiyi's expression changed drastically.
The changes were as fast as turning the pages of a book.
From doubt to shock, from shock to disbelief, from disbelief to anger.
Her eyes instantly reddened, not from the tears of grievance just now, but from the anger and sadness of being deceived.
She abruptly broke free from Wang Mengde's embrace, retreated to the corner of the bed, and clutched the blanket in front of her like a cat with its fur standing on end.
"You liar!" Her voice was shrill, as if it would pierce the roof. "You dao companion, you clearly dao companion, yet you say you've liked me for years, and that you've been diligently cultivating your Law Technique and training for my sake. Liar, big liar!"
Wang Mengde remained calm.
Seeing her flustered expression, he had already prepared his words.
Lies, if told enough, become the truth.
He looked into Liu Yiyi's eyes, his gaze sincere and earnest, his voice low and gentle. "Everything I said is true."
His voice was deep and calm. "The moment I saw you, I fell deeply in love with you. To be worthy of you as soon as possible, I Law Technique tirelessly, day and night, without daring to slack off for a moment. I'm not lying to you about this."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yiyi's expression softened slightly.
She bit her lip, looking into Wang Mengde's eyes as if trying to determine if he was lying.
Those eyes were bright and clear, looking at her openly and honestly, without flinching or feeling guilty.
Her anger subsided somewhat, but she still kept a stern face. "Who is your dao companion?"
Wang Mengde did not hide anything. "Shen Qingyue."
Liu Yiyi was stunned.
Of course she knew who Shen Qingyue was.
Shen Qingxue's younger sister, the wife of Wang Mengde.
"You shameless bastard!" Her voice rose several octaves. "To actually cultivate this Cultivation Method with your sister-in-law, you, you are simply..."
Wang Mengde quickly interrupted her, "I only got together with Qingyue after my divorce from my ex-wife. I haven't wronged anyone."
Liu Yiyi stared at him, her chest heaving violently.
She took a deep breath, then another, suppressing the surging anger within her.
Her voice turned cold, as cold as seawater in winter. "You broke up with her."
Just be friends with me.
I'll ask my father to change your Cultivation Method, to a different Earth-rank Cultivation Method.
The Evergreen Sect's Scripture Pavilion contains at least a dozen Earth-rank Cultivation Method. If I beg my father, he will surely agree."
Wang Mengde did not answer immediately.
He gazed at Liu Yiyi and remained silent for a moment.
Then, he changed from his previous casual demeanor, sat up straight, and his expression became serious and solemn.
He looked at Liu Yiyi with a serious expression, his gaze deep and sincere. "Yiyi, I want to Foundation Establishment, and I want to be with you forever."
His voice was deep and steady, each word seeming to roll out from his chest.
"My aptitude is too poor. The cultivation speed of other Earth-rank Cultivation Method is much slower than that of the Luan-Phoenix Harmony Formula."
Even with this Luan-Phoenix Harmony Formula, my chances of reaching Foundation Establishment are slim.
"If you cultivate any other Cultivation Method, there will be absolutely no hope of Foundation Establishment."
Liu Yiyi fell silent.
Her lips were slightly pursed, and her brows were gently furrowed, as if she were making an extremely difficult decision.
After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper to herself, "It's fine as long as it's just the two of us together, even without Foundation Establishment."
Wang Mengde sighed inwardly.
He was indeed making assumptions.
I used to think that all the women in this world were silly girls like Qingyue.
Wang Mengde's mind raced.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
He lowered his eyes, a perfectly measured expression of grief and indignation appearing on his face.
It was a deep-seated grief and indignation, a pain that had been suppressed for many years and had nowhere to be expressed.
His eyes were slightly red, his jaw was clenched tightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as if he were swallowing something scalding hot.
"I want to Foundation Establishment, not only because I want to be with you forever, but also for another very important reason."
Liu Yiyi asked softly, "What's the reason?"
"A Foundation Establishment Realm scum killed my father."
His voice was low and hoarse, as if he were suppressing some immense emotion. "I swear to Foundation Establishment and avenge my father; this is my greatest obsession in this life."
Liu Yiyi was stunned.
She looked at Wang Mengde's face, at his eyes that had suddenly become deep and unfathomable, and at the profound grief and indignation on his face that she had never seen before.
Her heart skipped a beat, as if it had been gripped tightly.