Rebuilding the Holy Spirit Cult! Ye Xishui's Ambition and Alluring Charm!

Sunset Forest.

Beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

The last trace of the Aromatic Silk Beauty's medicinal power had merged into Ye Xishui's body.

Long Yuan watched Ye Xishui before him.

Her Blood Soul Demon Puppet Martial Soul and Bright Phoenix Martial Soul had originally been two utterly different powers.

Now, tempered by the Immortal Herb, most of the resistance between them had vanished.

Dark red Soul Power flowed around her body.

A pure aura of light followed close behind.

The two powers met without clashing again.

Ye Xishui raised a slender hand.

A cluster of dark red Soul Power settled in her left palm.

Golden-red Phoenix Flame burned above her right hand.

She sensed them carefully for a moment.

"The Immortal Herb did more than suppress the conflict between my Martial Souls."

"My Soul Power flows much faster now, too."

Long Yuan nodded.

"The Aromatic Silk Beauty can harmonize their origins."

"Once its medicinal power has fully merged with your body, your Martial Souls will be even more stable."

"Trying to combine their powers won't be as dangerous as it used to be."

Ye Xishui withdrew her Soul Power.

She stepped up to Long Yuan.

Her red dress hugged her tall, voluptuous figure.

Its hem swayed with each step, offering fleeting glimpses of her long, fair-skinned legs.

Red and blue light from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well fell across her, making her already mature, alluring face still more captivating.

Ye Xishui reached out and straightened Long Yuan's collar.

"Master, you do know my body rather well."

Long Yuan looked at her.

"I've studied the problem with your Martial Souls for years."

"How could I solve it for you if I didn't understand it?"

Ye Xishui did not withdraw her hand.

Her slender fingers slid slowly down his collar and came to rest against his chest.

"Just my Martial Souls?"

Long Yuan caught her wrist.

"What else would you like me to understand?"

Ye Xishui lifted her eyes to meet his.

Purple-red hair fell along her fair cheek, and her faint fragrance drew closer.

"You're clever enough that I shouldn't have to say it aloud, Master."

"And if I insist?"

Ye Xishui blinked lightly.

Rather than avoid his gaze, she took another half step forward.

Their sleeves brushed together.

"Then I'll tell you."

"I want you to know more than Ye Xishui, the Holy Spirit Cult elder, or Ye Xishui, your disciple."

"I want you to know the woman who has stayed with you for years and loved you all along."

Long Yuan did not release her wrist.

"You really are more direct than you used to be."

A radiant smile appeared on Ye Xishui's face.

"I didn't dare before."

"Gu Yuena was already your wife then."

"If I'd spoken too plainly, I would only have put you in a difficult position."

She turned her face slightly.

"Now it's different."

"Gu Yuena of ten thousand years ago hasn't met you yet."

"Of course I have to seize my chance."

Long Yuan gazed at her exquisite face, so close to his.

"You intend to compete with her?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

Ye Xishui looked straight at him again.

"She's the Cult Leader's wife ten thousand years from now."

"But this is ten thousand years ago."

"I'm the one by your side now."

She twisted her wrist gently.

Long Yuan let go.

But Ye Xishui did not step back.

Instead, she took his hand and threaded her slender fingers through his.

"You always treated me as your disciple before, Master."

"Now that I've made myself this clear, you can't pretend you don't know."

Long Yuan glanced down at their clasped hands.

"Are you forcing your master to give you an answer?"

"I'm only reminding you."

Ye Xishui leaned against his side.

Beneath her red dress, her fair-skinned legs stood close together.

Her mature, voluptuous figure pressed a little nearer, bringing its own temptation and beauty.

"So you won't forget me the moment you see Gu Yuena."

Long Yuan raised his other hand and brushed the hair from her cheek.

"I told you I wouldn't forget you."

Ye Xishui's gaze softened.

"That isn't enough."

"What else do you want to hear?"

"When I've decided, I'll have you tell me."

She did not press him further.

They stood together beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

The red and blue waters mingled.

The Immortal Herbs around them swayed gently.

Dugu Bo stood in the distance and did not approach.

Dugu Yan tactfully turned her back, though she still stole an occasional glance toward Long Yuan.

A little while later.

Ye Xishui released Long Yuan's hand.

"What are you planning to do next?"

Long Yuan looked toward the Star Dou Great Forest.

"Go to the Lake of Life."

"To see Gu Yuena?"

"Yes."

Long Yuan made no attempt to hide it.

"I want to see my wife as she was ten thousand years ago."

"Her injuries haven't healed yet. She spends most of her time recuperating deep within the Lake of Life."

"The Immortal Herbs here can help restore some of her essence."

Ye Xishui smoothed her red dress.

"You really do treat her well."

"You've only just arrived in this era, and you're already thinking of healing her."

Long Yuan glanced at her.

"Who was it who said she wasn't jealous?"

"I never said that."

Ye Xishui looked at him as if her answer were perfectly reasonable.

"I'm just choosing not to hold it against her for now."

"After all, she doesn't know you yet."

"If I had to guard against a woman who doesn't even know you, I'd be terribly petty."

Long Yuan asked:

"Aren't you coming with me?"

Ye Xishui did not answer at once.

She looked up at the Golden Rankings in the Firmament.

"I would like to meet her."

"But there are more important matters to handle for the Holy Spirit Cult."

Long Yuan's expression shifted.

"You intend to rebuild the Holy Spirit Cult?"

Ye Xishui nodded.

"Everyone in the Holy Spirit Cult came to this era."

"Xiaoya, Xiaotao, Sister Xishui, and every other member of the cult. Not one is missing."

"But the territory, businesses, and Soul Tool workshops the Holy Spirit Cult spent years building were all left ten thousand years in the future."

She turned and looked beyond Sunset Forest.

"Now the Holy Spirit Cult has its people and nothing else."

"No base of our own, no steady source of resources."

"We can't leave our members scattered across the continent forever."

Ye Xishui paused.

"As the Holy Spirit Cult's Deputy Cult Leader, it's time I did something."

"Since we've come to an age ten thousand years in the past, we'll put down roots here anew."

"We'll make the name of the Holy Spirit Cult shine from ten thousand years ago onward."

Long Yuan considered it for a moment.

The Holy Spirit Cult's core members all possessed cultivation methods far beyond those of this era.

Soul Tools, Soul Cores, Martial Soul research, and medicinal knowledge—any one of them could change the balance of power across the continent.

Once they established a stable base, the Holy Spirit Cult would grow quickly.

"That works."

Long Yuan said:

"This era has many resources no one has discovered yet."

"With the Holy Spirit Cult's strength, rebuilding its foundation won't be difficult."

Ye Xishui asked:

"Where should I go first?"

"Spirit Hall."

Long Yuan gave her his answer.

Interest flickered in Ye Xishui's eyes.

"Spirit Hall?"

"Spirit Hall is the strongest Soul Master power on the continent right now."