The next morning.
A ray of sunlight shone through the window lattice, casting dappled light and shadows across the floor tiles.
Chen Lin's eyes snapped open.
Yesterday's splitting headache was gone, replaced by unprecedented clarity and strength.
With a thought, he spread his divine sense outward in an instant.
Five thousand meters... ten thousand... thirty thousand... fifty thousand!
The range of his divine sense had nearly doubled!
Moreover, the true essence surging through his body flowed like mighty rivers, so abundant that he felt as though he could shatter a mountain with one punch.
The middle stage of core formation.
Chen Lin froze for a moment.
I broke through just by sleeping?
Just then, he felt something warm and soft against his chest.
Chen Lin lowered his head.
Silky black hair spilled over his chest like a waterfall. Yun Sheng lay curled in his arms like a languid cat.
Several faint red marks still lingered on her fair back.
His gaze traveled downward. A corner of the brocade quilt had slipped aside, revealing a few glaring spots of blood on the sheets, like winter plum blossoms in bloom.
Chen Lin's mind buzzed, and he came fully to his senses.
Memories of last night flooded back.
Although he had been on the verge of unconsciousness, a trace of awareness had remained deep within him. That ultimate pleasure of their bodies joining, and the unbelievably immense power of pure yin flowing back into him.
He remembered everything.
Chen Lin's feelings were impossibly tangled.
Looking at the cool, breathtakingly beautiful face nestled against him, he could not help reaching out to gently tuck her loose hair behind her ear.
The instant his fingertips touched her cheek.
Yun Sheng's long eyelashes quivered, and she opened her eyes.
Their gazes met.
An indescribable intimacy hung