Tang Qingye Was a Freeloader Who Won Lying Down

He studied theory under his master in the morning, kept Soul Beasts company in the afternoon, practiced forging in the evening, and explored the art of foot massage with a beauty at night.

As the saying went, a whole day cultivating left body and spirit weary; one visit for a foot massage washed away the dust of fatigue.

The hundred faces of the mortal world, the three thousand great paths-all were cultivation.

Day after day passed in this cycle, and half a month quietly slipped away. Today was the day of Tang Qingye's Mecha Manufacturer assessment.

His master's private Battle Armor room.

A breathtaking woman sat quietly on a jade chair.

Her pale red dress trailed over the stone platform. Her fiery red hair was loosely pinned up with a single jade hairpin bearing subtle patterns, the remaining strands cascading over her shoulders.

Her skin was luminous white, almost translucent, her brows like distant mountains steeped in frost. Her eyes were hazy, her gaze drifting between near and far, sometimes settling on the patterns spreading over the metal's surface, sometimes resting quietly on the boy's profile.

Tang Qingye sat upright before the metalworking bench, his left hand holding down the polished star silver blank, his right gripping the Nine Nether Cold Blade.

He focused and stilled his breathing. Faint pale green light surfaced in his eyes, flecks of green sinking into the star silver, from shallow to deep.

Soul Power flowed steadily along his arm and continuously into the Engraving Knife's edge, while one intricate line after another slowly spread across the star silver's surface.

The technique he used was called the Three Profound Transformations of the Cold Blade. Within a single engraved groove, the Engraving Knife repeatedly changed depth and angle, layering patterns as its edge moved.

Metal shavings slid slowly down the grooves, collecting at the edge of the workbench.

A level two energy-gathering core array was a full three times as complex as a Level One Core. The slightest error could collapse the circulation of energy.

Throughout the process, he controlled the strength of his Soul Power output, his breathing long and steady, not daring to let his thoughts waver in the slightest.

Only after carving the final line to close the circuit did he ease his strength. Specks of cold light flashed at the knife tip, instantly freezing the remaining metal shavings.

He exhaled softly, and his breath turned to white mist. Elegance never went out of style.

"Master."

After briefly regulating his breathing, he slowly poured gentle Soul Power into the star silver core.

"It's finished."

A pale blue halo rose from within the metal, gathering into a straight pillar of light that floated upward. The glow was stable, without the slightest flicker or tremor.

Leng Yaozhu shifted her gaze and stared closely at the core before speaking slowly. "The patterns form a complete closed circuit, and the energy flows steadily without leaking. A very fine Level Two Soul Guidance Core."

"Congratulations. You've become a level two Mecha Manufacturer in just half a month."

Leng Yaozhu's phoenix eyes held a smile. "Then is there a reward?"

Tang Qingye chuckled.

"Tell me, you little rascal, what do you want?"

Leng Yaozhu slowly curved her lips.

"I'd like to cancel the afternoon practical combat lessons at the Spirit Ascension Platform."

Tang Qingye replied calmly.

"And your reason? Are you going off on a secret rendezvous with your Sister Nu Jiao? Leaving your teacher behind? How heartbreaking. Little Qingye, read fewer of those books. Those aren't good books, you know."

"Please don't tease me, Master."

Tang Qingye completely ignored Leng Yaozhu's teasing.

Hmm, no, something's wrong...

Those books? Which books? Surely she didn't mean...

He met his master's composed gaze, and a chill shot up his spine straight to the crown of his head.

Outwardly, he continued answering with forced composure, but storm-tossed waves had already surged through his heart.

No, no...

It couldn't be.

"Mm, I went to your room last night. You won't blame your master, will you?"

Tang Qingye's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died...

Fortunately, Leng Yaozhu did not tease him any further. Smiling, she said, "That's all for today's lessons. Have a good rest this afternoon."

"No, Master, please whip me hard this afternoon!"

Leng Yaozhu: ??

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Tang Qingye planted his feet firmly and stood bare-chested in the clearing.

Leng Yaozhu lightly raised her slender hand. Crimson Soul Power surged across the sky, power born of the Heavenly Phoenix's fire weaving through the air to form a burning, intangible whip.

The long whip condensed from pale red Soul Power whistled down, lashing heavily across the boy's back. A livid bruise appeared in an instant.

The boy's body shuddered violently, and he sucked in a cold breath through his teeth.

Leng Yaozhu's delicate brows drew together slightly, her eyes filled with reluctance to hurt him. She slowly tried to dissuade him. "Could we try another method?"

The instant the bruise formed, a faint sheen quietly surfaced over his skin, rising and falling gently like breathing. Wisps of Soul Power energy clinging to his body were slowly drawn in by the glow, seeping through his pores into his flesh.

The foreign energy penetrated his limbs and bones, sinking along his meridians until it reached the long-dormant origin imprint deep within his sea of qi.

With each wisp of pure energy that entered, the imprint trembled slightly, rippling with the faintest glimmer. Yet such scattered nourishment could only stir a thread of faint vitality within it. True awakening remained impossibly far away. Absorbing energy for a short time alone could never awaken it completely.

Since the quality of a single dose wasn't enough, he would win through quantity. Eventually, he'd get preg... eventually, he'd succeed.

As for trying another method, there were indeed other options, but asking for his master's blood essence was out of the question.

Tang Qingye's fixation on Douluo's must-visit attractions deepened.

Experiencing life's pain began with Emperor Yan.

"Master, keep going. I can still take it." Tang Qingye took a deep breath. It's fine. Feeling dizzy is normal.

Once he had been beaten enough, he would naturally get used to it.

Leng Yaozhu looked at his upright figure in silence for a long while. Soul Power surged at her fingertips, once again forming a whip of light suspended in midair.

Her expression appeared calm, but the fingertips holding that power tightened slightly. Every time she raised the whip, her heart could not help clenching.

Heavenly Phoenix Heaven-Burning Whip (Master's Version)

The first lash bound the body,

The second lash split the flesh,

The third lash scorched blood and qi,

The fourth lash burned the meridians,

The fifth lash summoned the phoenix's might.

The five lashes became one, and the world fell quiet, because Tang Qingye had passed out.

Medicinal liquid rippled in the mist-shrouded bath. The woman knelt quietly beside it, her gaze resting on the person within.

Her long, jade-like fingers reached out from time to time, brushing droplets from his face and slowly kneading the muscles along his shoulders and back, easing the spasms and pain lingering deep within his flesh.

Tang Qingye's body absorbed the medicinal potency. Crimson lines like blazing flames spread through him, crisscrossing like burning flame patterns, while his body gave off a faint red glow.

A faint aura arrived on the breeze and entered her divine consciousness, abruptly jolting her mind. This aura...

After the medicinal potency had soaked into him for a long time, Leng Yaozhu reached out and slowly helped the sleeping Tang Qingye out of the bath.

Taking a soft cloud-silk cloth from beside her, she carefully wiped the remaining medicinal liquid and moisture from his body, from top to bottom.

Once she finished, Leng Yaozhu slipped her fair arms beneath the boy's back and knees, lifting him steadily into her arms.

Entering her bedroom, she bent down and gently settled Tang Qingye on the brocade bedding.

She saw that even unconscious, his brows remained tightly knitted, a deep crease etched between them.

She extended a slender, jade-like finger, resting it gently between his brows, then slowly rubbed outward, smoothing away that taut crease little by little.

After a brief silence, she removed her outer dress and lay down beside the boy, sharing his pillow and bedding.

Meanwhile, Leng Nu Jiao, who had waited and waited without Tang Qingye arriving to explore the great path, quietly entered his room. What was this supposed to mean? Where had that great big young master of mine gone?

Jiao: Young master, where are you?

Ye: I'm in Master's bed.

Jiao: I'll come find you.

Ye: Be good. Don't make trouble. Your young master will keep you company tomorrow.

Their consciousnesses seemed to meet upon this great path, freely discussing life.

Around midnight, the deeply sleeping Tang Qingye pressed himself against Leng Yaozhu like an octopus, his arm draped over her chest and most of his body leaning onto her.

Leng Yaozhu tried several times to pull his arm away, but whenever she separated them, the boy unconsciously snuggled close again.

"You can't behave even in your sleep." Leng Yaozhu gave a soft, scolding murmur, then simply embraced the boy, and they slept in each other's arms.

The whip took MVP. Tang Qingye was a freeloader who won lying down!