Late at night.
Outside the rocky crevice, moonlight spilled like water through the dense forest, dappling it with light and shadow.
Lin Shisan sat cross-legged on a beast hide, his eyes closed as he regulated his breathing.
Within his Dantian, the Taiji Wheel slowly revolved. Black and white spiritual power coursed through his meridians, gradually recovering.
Danger could descend at any moment in the secret realm: demon beasts appearing without warning, sudden struggles over all manner of things, and personal grudges.
He had to recover his strength as quickly as possible.
Only with his strength restored would he have the means to protect himself, and the strongest assurance of staying alive.
Two hours later, the three sword wounds on Lin Shisan's body had scabbed over, and most of his spiritual power had recovered.
Gu Mengli leaned against the stone wall opposite him. She seemed to be resting with her eyes closed, but she had not slept at all; her breathing was not quite steady.
Clearly, something was on her mind.
Lin Shisan pretended not to notice. He continued resting with his eyes closed, circulating his cultivation manual to recover his strength.
Since she was unwilling to speak, there was no need for her to take the initiative to ask, either. As the saying went, what cultivator did not have a few little secrets?
"Mm..."
Lin Shisan's brows knitted as heat stirred in his heart.
In that instant, he had inadvertently recalled the scene of Gai Jiuyou trying to seduce him.
It was Gai Jiuyou's aura. She was using it to stir the demon spirit within Lin Shisan.
It went so far that she fantasized about a scene she should not have imagined, seeing a heated image of the two of them entwined.
Nine Nether Mountain's arts of seduction.
*That old