People were born bearing both yin and yang.
Thunder was formed from the union of yin and yang Qi.
Yang Lightning governed growth and radiance.
Yin Thunder governed solemn destruction and slaughter.
Yu Tianqing had initially focused on cultivating the Yang Thunder Dragon, but he had also absorbed a great deal of cold Qi over his many years cultivating at the Earth Dragon Sect.
The proportion of yin to yang in his body was roughly three to seven. This time, although he had used that peace amulet to summon the Thunder Ancestor, the summoning had also required him to absorb Yu Tianqing's yin and yang origins, even draining the Yin Thunder Origin in his body in one go.
Yin and yang thunder had originally managed to maintain a tenuous balance, but Yang Lightning now had the upper hand. Faced with the Yang Thunder Dragon Martial Soul's attack, the Yin Thunder Dragon Martial Soul was like a little wife whose arms and legs had gone limp, routed for a thousand miles.
Nan Shuishui's Martial Soul was the Rouge Dragon, whose attribute was annihilation, which happened to match the imagery of yin Qi.
Although her primordial yin was gone, she had remained chaste ever since giving birth to Nan Qiuqiu. Moreover, she was a Soul Douluo, and her Soul Power was who knew how much greater than Yu Tianqing's.
Now that the two had joined, the Yin Thunder Martial Soul in Yu Tianqing's body instantly sprang to attention.
Yin and yang Qi entered the five organs and became the five elements.
Greater yang was fire, residing in the heart;
Greater yin was water, residing in the kidneys.
The heart was the pill, and the kidneys were the cauldron.
With the aid of the Rouge Dragon's annihilation origin, the Yin Thunder Dragon Martial Soul Origin in Yu Tianqing's body revived. As Soul Power circulated back and forth, it gradually reclaimed its original territory.
The Yang Lightning Origin was compressed, condensing and spinning as it changed from its formerly uncontrolled, aggressive state into something utterly docile.
As the Soul Power in his body stabilized, his cultivation was replenished, gradually recovering from its depleted state. His Soul Power Level rose rather than fell, even climbing two levels in succession.
He leaped from level sixty-six to level sixty-eight.
Meanwhile, it was not just the Yang Lightning Origin in his body that had become docile. Nan Shuishui, in Yu Tianqing's arms, was also utterly docile.
She had initially been somewhat reluctant, but considering the problem with Yu Tianqing's Martial Soul, she had half resisted and half yielded, agreeing to it.
The two worked together in perfect harmony and gradually stabilized the balance of yin and yang. Nan Shuishui was still clearheaded at that point, but who would have thought Yu Tianqing would grow restless afterward?
Nan Shuishui was a Soul Douluo, and her physical abilities surpassed Yu Tianqing's in every respect, but Yu Tianqing was no pushover either.
What was his Martial Soul?
The Yin Yang Thunder Dragon!
Who would use their Martial Soul while doing that?
This humble one had no great talent, but Yu Tianqing was exactly that kind of person.
When it came to developing a lightning Martial Soul, he had reached a whole new height.
It was already the place in the human body where nerves were most densely packed. Just one jolt there, and even a Titled Douluo wouldn't be able to stand it!
Nan Shuishui had only just tried to resist when her strength vanished in an instant. True to her name, she turned to water, letting Yu Tianqing take whatever he pleased.
Nan Shuishui felt that the day's events had been far too full of ups and downs: first the pain of being separated by death, then the joy of regaining what she had lost, and then the worry over Yu Tianqing's yin and yang imbalance.
Now, though, she was so ashamed and angry that all she wanted was to bury her head in the snow.
Her emotions rose and fell, and as she endured wave after wave of physical stimulation, Nan Shuishui could not help showing a trace of weariness.
Yu Tianqing had been watching Nan Shuishui's expression all along, and he caught that trace of weariness.
He leaned down and gently kissed Nan Shuishui's forehead, then took a quilt from his Storage Soul Tool and covered them both. Holding her soft body, he sank into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning,
With a soft moan, Nan Shuishui blearily opened her eyes.
Her whole body felt limp, and every bone in her body tingled. She could not muster the slightest strength, yet her spirits were exceptionally high.
Her surroundings were dim, with only a little light stealing in through the cracks.
Nan Shuishui tried to get up, but felt a sharp tug on her scalp.
Something was pinning down her hair. She turned and saw Yu Tianqing's face, peaceful in sleep.
A jumble of memories flooded her mind. Nan Shuishui could not make sense of what she was feeling, but when she noticed that she was naked, she hurriedly burrowed under the quilt.
Perhaps it was the movement, but Yu Tianqing woke up just then too.
Without thinking, he reached out and wrapped an arm around Nan Shuishui's waist.
Her skin felt smooth and soft to the touch, with just the right amount of flesh.
Breathing in her somewhat intoxicating scent, Yu Tianqing felt certain he had not fully woken up yet. His fingers slid downward along the contours of her muscles, and a pain shot through his arm, instantly waking him.
"Hiss-"
Yu Tianqing jolted, his body trembling.
Nan Shuishui seized the chance to pull her hair out from under him, then turned over and glared at him furiously.
Here it comes!
Yu Tianqing's heart skipped a beat.
He knew that although he had first played the rascal yesterday, he had not dual cultivated with Nan Shuishui until after they had defined their relationship.
But once Nan Shuishui came to her senses, she would surely realize exactly what he had been plotting.
Yu Tianqing would not be satisfied with just that one time; he wanted to maintain a relationship with Nan Shuishui for a long time. And for various reasons, Nan Shuishui would not let him have his way so easily.
Every hurdle was hard to clear, but every hurdle could be cleared.
Now that things had come to this, he would take the initiative:
"Shuishui, I don't think the yin and yang origins in my body are very well balanced. We should strike while the iron is hot. Why don't we continue consolidating our cultivation?"
Yu Tianqing gazed at her affectionately, as though he had not seen those furious phoenix eyes at all, and asked for Nan Shuishui's consent. There was no trace of the wicked streak with which he had churned rivers and overturned seas, tormenting her yesterday.
Nan Shuishui looked Yu Tianqing up and down. He was full of vigor and vitality, brimming with youthful energy. Even if his cultivation had not been consolidated, as he claimed, there was certainly no danger of anything going wrong anytime soon.
She spat and said indignantly,
"Pah! You little brat, you're rotten to the core. Who knows whether what you're saying is true? I raised you all these years, and never thought you'd turn out to be an ungrateful little white-eyed wolf. Who exactly taught you those ways of tormenting people?"
Who taught me?
Yu Tianqing felt he certainly had those teachers from the island nation in his previous life to thank, but he could hardly tell Nan Shuishui that.
Before he could finish thinking it through, Nan Shuishui had somehow already reached out a lotus-white arm and grabbed his ear.
"Ow, ow, ow-"
Yu Tianqing pulled an exaggerated face. Usually, he had only watched the spectacle of Nan Qiuqiu often getting her ear pulled like this by her mother. Now that it was his turn, he finally understood the power of this move.
"You wake up first thing in the morning with this on your mind. What? Do you take me for a cultivation cauldron? Are you going to go around preying on other women too?"
"Perhaps I should cut that thing of yours off while I can still beat you. That would rid the continent of a scourge before it can spread, and keep you from straying down the wrong path in the future."
Nan Shuishui's tone was quiet, and Yu Tianqing felt a chill between his legs.
He knew perfectly well that Nan Shuishui was surely speaking in anger, but it also showed just how aggrieved she felt.
"What other women? Having you, Shuishui, is enough for me in this life!"
"Pah! You're not allowed to call me Shuishui!"
"Then... Aunt Nan?"
Yu Tianqing had always called Nan Shuishui that, and she had never thought anything of it. But now, with the two of them sharing a quilt, she suddenly found it exceedingly awkward too.
"You're not allowed to call me Aunt Nan either!"