Cultivating the Harmony Resonance Art (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Wang Mengde was slightly taken aback. "Sister-in-law, what kind of favor?"

Lin Xiaowan pursed her lips. Her naturally seductive eyes gazed at him as she spoke softly:

"Before Changming left, he should have hidden some valuables in the house. I've searched for a long time but couldn't find them. Could you use the Spirit Eye Technique to help me look?"

Wang Mengde nodded slightly. "All right."

The two left Wang Mengde's courtyard one after the other and went next door.

Lin Xiaowan pushed open the courtyard gate and led Wang Mengde inside.

The courtyard was not large, and its layout was much the same as Wang Mengde's home. It was kept quite clean.

Wang Mengde stood in the middle of the courtyard, spiritual light flowing through his eyes.

His gaze swept over the main hall, the bedroom, beneath the bed, and the cabinet in the corner.

There were no valuables, only Lin Xiaowan's own money pouch.

Beneath the money pouch lay several booklets: cultivation notes for the Fishing Technique, Spirit Eye Technique, Entwining Silk Technique, and Voice Transmission Technique, as well as a booklet on drawing the Flowing-Light Lightness Talisman.

Wang Mengde withdrew his gaze, and the spiritual light faded from his eyes.

Lin Xiaowan had been watching him nervously. The moment he stopped using the Spirit Eye Technique, she hurriedly asked, "Brother Wang, did you find anything? Were there any valuables?"

Her voice carried a touch of urgency and expectation.

Then she lowered her head, her voice turning pitiful. "I... my rent is about to expire. There are only a few days left.

"If I can't pay the rent, I'll definitely be driven off Rosy Cloud Island. When that happens..."

She raised her eyes, which were already veiled in mist. "Then I might be taken away by evil cultivators and used as cultivation material, or... or eaten by demons and fiends."

As she spoke, her body trembled slightly, as though she were truly terrified.

Wang Mengde watched her performance without much expression. He merely pointed toward the bedroom.

"There aren't any valuables. Only over there—there's a money pouch beneath the false bottom of the cabinet."

Lin Xiaowan's eyes lit up, and she quickly turned and entered the bedroom.

After a burst of rummaging, she emerged with the money pouch and several booklets in hand, a delighted smile on her face. "Found them, found them."

She lifted her head and looked at Wang Mengde, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Brother Wang, you're truly amazing. I searched for so long and couldn't find them, but you found them in an instant."

That admiring expression was somewhat exaggerated.

Wang Mengde looked at her and found it amusing.

That money pouch was clearly Lin Xiaowan's own.

He remembered it clearly. When he had used the Spirit Eye Technique to scan next door two days ago, he had seen that pouch beneath Lin Xiaowan's pillow.

She had hidden her own money pouch, then asked him to help find it?

Wang Mengde looked again at her somewhat fake expression of admiration.

Understanding dawned on him. He roughly grasped what she was thinking.

Lin Xiaowan put away the money pouch, then walked up to Wang Mengde and handed him the booklets.

"These booklets were left behind by Youming. I'm only a mortal woman and don't know how to cultivate, so they're useless to me."

She stepped forward and took Wang Mengde's hand.

Her hand was soft and warm, trembling faintly.

She placed the booklets in Wang Mengde's palm, lifted her head, and looked at him. "They're for you."

Wang Mengde looked down at the booklets in his hand, then at her, and nodded slightly. "Thank you, Sister-in-law."

"No need to thank me." Lin Xiaowan hurriedly shook her head.

She raised her head, and her eyes became pitiful once more as she looked at Wang Mengde, her voice soft.

"Brother Wang, this spirit sand of mine is barely enough for two months' rent, but after two months, I'll have nowhere to turn."

Wang Mengde looked at her without speaking.

Lin Xiaowan edged half a step closer to him.

She raised her head. The mist in her eyes grew thicker, and her voice carried both pleading and shyness. "Brother Wang, you... could you take me in as a maid?"

Seeing that Wang Mengde did not immediately refuse, she quickly continued, "I'm very good at cooking. I can cook for you every day, wash your feet, massage your back..."

As she spoke, she stepped another half-step forward, almost pressing herself against Wang Mengde.

She stretched out her hand and gently held Wang Mengde's hand. Raising her head, she bit her lip and looked at him with damp, pitiful eyes.

That appearance truly stirred the urge to protect her.

And then...

Wang Mengde looked into her eyes, at her lips, at her fair neck, and at the exquisite curves beneath her red dress.

The restlessness within his body surged up again.

Even more fiercely than during cultivation.

He looked at Lin Xiaowan before him. She was the wife of Zhao Youming, whom he had just killed.

He should have refused.

But that restlessness made him unwilling to refuse.

Wang Mengde reached out and gently lifted her chin.

His fingers touched her delicate skin, faintly warm.

His blazing gaze fixed on her eyes, his voice low and direct. "Can you warm a bed?"

Affected by his cultivation technique, his desire burned fiercely. His gaze was scorching, and his question was blunt.

Lin Xiaowan's body trembled.

Even though she had long been prepared, even though this was what she had come for today, hearing such nakedly direct words still made her blush scarlet in an instant.

Her fair face reddened at a visible speed, all the way to her ears and down her neck.

She felt as though her face were burning hot.

Her eyelashes quivered lightly.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "Mm... I can."

Wang Mengde scooped her up and strode toward the side room.

Lin Xiaowan cried out in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Then I'll verify it first and see whether you really can, lest you deceive me."

Held in his arms, Lin Xiaowan buried her face in his chest, her heart racing as if it were about to leap from her throat.

[Spiritual Power Cultivation +1]

[Spiritual Power Cultivation +1]

[Physical Body Cultivation +1]

After verifying it,

Wang Mengde reached a conclusion.

She truly could warm a bed.

Most crucially, both his cultivation technique and spiritual power cultivation had increased by thirty points.

His sea of qi expanded somewhat, and his spiritual power became more condensed.

Even his physical body cultivation had increased by two points.

Sure enough, a dual cultivation technique had to be practiced through dual cultivation to bring out its greatest effect.

To gain thirty proficiency points in spiritual power cultivation, he would need to circulate the cultivation technique through three thousand cycles, consume a full two hundred spirit stones, and spend three hundred seventy-five hours.

Even if he cultivated for ten hours a day, it would still take thirty-seven and a half days.

However, that was only because the first time had such a good effect.

That first cultivation session had added twenty-nine points of cultivation.

The second cultivation session had added one point.

The third cultivation session had not added even a single point.

Yet the heat in his spiritual power had actually eased by less than half a percent.

The effect was not obvious at all.

He frowned slightly.

He had already sensed that the yin-soft energy within Lin Xiaowan's body was extremely faint.

If she were a cultivator,

not only would the cultivation effect improve dramatically,

but the scorching heat in his spiritual power could also be reduced much more.

Right now, the heat had only weakened by less than half a percent.