The night grew deeper, the late mountain breeze stirred softly, the campfire dwindled to a few dying embers, and its warm light flickered dimly.
Bei Bei had long since fallen fast asleep against a tree trunk. The exhaustion from days of traveling made his sleep exceptionally deep, his breathing even and steady, completely oblivious to any movement in the outside world.
After finishing her roasted fish, Tang Ya felt drowsiness completely wash over her limbs, and she lazily stretched her slender figure, her graceful silhouette exceptionally alluring in the night. She lifted the tent curtain, crawled inside, and fastened the flap behind her, preparing to spend the night in peace.
The forest fell completely silent, save for the occasional crackle of the firewood.
Beside the fire, Chen Jie sat quietly. The gentle smile on his face slowly faded, the corners of his mouth dipped slightly, and all warmth retreated from the depths of his eyes, leaving only a profound and cold detachment.
Confirming that Bei Bei was fast asleep and that there were no other outsiders around, he stood up slowly. His footsteps were so light they made not the slightest sound, and he walked silently to the tent, lifted the flap with his hand, and bent down to step inside.
A faint, girlish fragrance permeated the tent.
Tang Ya lay on her side on the sleeping mat, her long hair spread out, her expression serene as she was about to drift off to sleep. Hearing the movement, she snapped her eyes open with a look of shock:
"Chen Jie? What is wrong?"
Looking at the flustered young woman, Chen Jie smiled lightly and said:
"I saw that Sister Ya was a bit sad today, so I wanted to have a little chat with her."
Chen Jie's expression seemed gentle, yet his gaze was cold and profound, carrying an unyielding obsession.
He looked at Tang Ya, who was stiff and trembling slightly, and spoke softly:
"Sister Ya, let me help you with your cultivation. To tell you the truth, I possess a supreme dual-cultivation constitution. Dual-cultivating with me brings immense benefits-boosting your soul power and evolving your Martial Soul are both entirely possible."
With that, Chen Jie slowly revealed the majestic aura of his Pure Yang Sacred Body.
Sensing the oncoming aura of the Pure Yang Sacred Body, Tang Ya felt the soul power within her surge violently. That thick, warm power invaded her senses, throwing her mind into utter chaos as the reason in the depths of her heart was slowly washed away. She desperately tried to steady her mind, but that inexplicable restlessness originating from her constitution kept welling up, and no matter how she circulated her own Martial Soul's soul power to suppress it, she could not calm the turmoil in her heart.
Her brows furrowed tightly, her chest heaving slightly, and a hazy mist veiled her eyes as reason constantly wrestled with the restless instincts inside her body. Clearly, her reason was still warning her to remain calm, but her physical senses were uncontrollably pulled by this Pure Yang aura, plunging her into a torment where she lost control of her mind.
As his voice fell, tiny runes materialized out of thin air, revolving around the two of them. Flowing light wrapped around them, landing precisely on Tang Ya. The mysterious power of the contract seeped into her body along her skin, taking root straight into her soul and instantly completing the binding of the Soul Contract.
The contract fully formed, and an invisible bond firmly tied the two together.
In an instant, the gentle power of the contract permeated her mind, diluting the fear in the depths of Tang Ya's heart and making her gaze toward Chen Jie inexplicably much more agreeable, while the resistance in her heart largely dissipated.
At that moment, Chen Jie slowly leaned forward, extended his arm, and gently yet forcefully gathered her slender form into his embrace.
The instant the warm embrace pressed against her, Tang Ya's mind shook, and her remaining reason instantly made her think of Bei Bei, who was fast asleep outside.
Bei Bei was the person who had accompanied her for many years, the destination and reliance she had once chosen.
A strong wave of guilt instantly swept through her whole body, leaving her heart in torment.
Yet on second thought, revitalizing the Tang Sect and avenging her parents was extremely urgent. Such a once-in-a-lifetime cultivation opportunity was placed right before her; once missed, it would be hard to replicate in this lifetime.
Everything is for the Tang Sect...
The obsession in her heart overwhelmed her final guilt, and the struggle in Tang Ya's eyes gradually faded.
The contract bond deep within her soul quietly suppressed her remaining resistance, gently smoothing away all her opposition and awkwardness. She no longer deliberately stiffened or dodged, and her tense body slowly relaxed, her originally tense shoulders resting softly in Chen Jie's embrace.
A faint pink glow of the contract drifted gently, spreading through her limbs and bones, completely melting away her last shred of struggle.
Under the dual pull of the Martial Soul and the Soul Contract, the last trace of rejection toward Chen Jie in her heart completely vanished, replaced by an instinctive closeness and docility.
The panic, shyness, and guilt from just moments ago intertwined and dissipated. Tang Ya's long eyelashes drooped gently, and she no longer deliberately avoided his gaze. Her previously tense and curled-up body stretched out slightly, subconsciously leaning softly into his arms, obedient and tender.
Feeling the completely relaxed posture of the person in his arms, Chen Jie felt the gentleness in his eyes grow stronger. He raised a hand to gently smooth away her furrowed brow, his fingertips softly brushing across her scattered dark hair.
Oh... ho ho ho...
For a long time, Tang Ya's face was stained with a light blush, her entire body soft and powerless. She completely shed all her guard, obediently leaning against Chen Jie, her expression gentle and docile, without a shred of resistance left.
A massive surge of pure Pure Yang Essence flowed continuously along the bond of the Soul Contract across Tang Ya's jade body. Warm, scorching, utterly pure, and undefiled, it crazily scoured her meridians, bones, and Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
The majestic power accumulated layer upon layer, constantly consolidating the foundation of her soul power and breaking through one realm bottleneck after another.
In just a single round of nourishment, Tang Ya steadily jumped two ranks in a row!
Her Martial Soul grew increasingly lustrous and translucent, her foundation thoroughly tempered and reshaped by the Pure Yang Essence, and her entire temperament became agile and formidable. Her meridians felt warm all over, enjoying an unprecedented, smooth comfort.
A large amount of abundant, excess Pure Yang Essence settled within her body, gently nurturing her physical form so that her originally flat lower abdomen bulged slightly with a hint of a curve-warm and full, bearing the unique changes brought by the deep nourishment of the supreme blazing force.
At this moment, Tang Ya had long since completely let go of all struggle and guilt.
The contract bond, the Pure Yang nourishment, and the tangible improvement in her realm completely softened all the stubbornness in the depths of her heart. She was no longer awkward, no longer dodging; her whole body lay softly upon Chen Jie, all strength drained from her limbs, her expression gentle and lingering, entirely yielding and utterly dependent.
Chen Jie pressed close to her ear and asked in a low whisper, "Sister Ya, who is stronger, me or Bei Bei?"
A warm breath swept across her earlobe, causing Tang Ya's whole body to tremble slightly. Her cheeks burned hot as fire, and her eyelashes fluttered lightly; she had long since lost the obstinacy of moments ago. She could no longer utter a single word of refusal, her voice soft and tender, carrying a trace of involuntary compliance and bashfulness:
"It's you... you are the strongest... at... at a time like this, stop bringing him up..."
She raised her eyes slightly, a layer of moisture veiling them, and looked docilely at the young man before her, her heart already completely filled by the contract bond and the gentleness before her.
Chen Jie lowered his head to gaze at her flushed brow and eyes, his fingertips gently stroking her hair as he murmured softly in her ear:
"The long night is still young!"
Hearing this, Tang Ya's earlobes turned red and she nodded gently, completely letting go of all obsession and past events, quietly and obediently nestling in his embrace, utterly submissive.
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