Chu Yunfei stood at the doorway, completely frozen in place.
He glanced at Yao Yue, who had lowered herself to the ground, then at his own bed, his mind blank.
Is this demoness truly stupid, or is she feigning stupidity?
Even now, she still hasn't realized that his so-called unique secret technique was just something he made up on the spot.
Deep within his consciousness, Xiaoxiao Dragon laughed so hard he almost fell over, his illusory figure bursting into laughter:
"Hahaha! You brat, did you damage her brain?"
Chu Yunfei let out a long breath and rubbed his throbbing temples.
"Witch."
"I don't have time to waste on your nonsense right now, whether you're genuinely stupid or just pretending. Get out of this room while I still have a shred of conscience."
Upon hearing this, Yao Yue was on the couch, suddenly raised her eyebrows, and her eyes, which had been full of expectation, were instantly filled with anger.
She abruptly turned her head, biting her lip, and let out a series of cold laughs:
"What did you say? Who's messing around with you?!"
"Didn't you promise to restore my cultivation? What, now that it's actually working, are you going back on your word?"
Yao Yue gripped the brocade quilt tightly, a hint of doubt flickering in her eyes, a suspicion that she thought she had seen through everything.
"Or... do you have other intentions...?"
In her view, the human madman in front of her was clearly afraid.
He feared that if he were to regain his full strength at the Divine Sea Realm Sixth Layer, he would turn around and suppress him within this imperial city.
Thinking of this, Yao Yue raised her chin, her expression arrogant:
"You can rest assured, this princess has always been clear about right and wrong, and is by no means the kind of petty person who repays kindness with enmity."
"As long as you help me regain my demonic power, I, this princess, will forgive and forget about our past grievances and will not seek revenge later!"
Looking at Yao Yue's smug face, which seemed to say, "I knew you were planning this all along."
A strange sense of absurdity welled up in Chu Yunfei's heart.
This woman's logic of self-healing has become so absurdly flawed?
"Witch, you..."
Stop talking nonsense!
Yao Yue interrupted directly, urging him with a dissatisfied tone:
"You're dawdling, are you not up to it?"
"Don't try to stall for time! This princess can't wait to fully recover my cultivation level!"
I can't do it anymore?
Chu Yunfei's eyelids twitched violently, and the blood and qi that had been calming down around him were stirred up by those four words.
No man can stand hearing those three words.
"Okay, okay."
Chu Yunfei laughed in exasperation, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes:
"Since you're so impatient, then I'll grant your wish. I hope you won't regret it later!"
Yao Yue snorted coldly, burying her face in the soft pillow, her voice muffled yet firm:
"Regret? What a joke!"
"This princess has never known regret. Don't try to scare me with those words. Just bring it on!"
Chu Yunfei completely abandoned any thought of admonishing him.
You've brought this trouble upon yourself; even a god couldn't save you.
He took a half step forward expressionlessly, raised his right hand, and dark golden spiritual energy slowly condensed in his palm.
Although Yao Yue spoke toughly, she was still a little nervous inside.
She had already experienced the panic of her demonic power suddenly fading away, and now that she had finally regained a trace of it, she naturally did not want to fall back into the state of a mortal.
But what does a little pain matter as long as I can restore my cultivation?
She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to remain calm.
The next moment, a heavy palm strike landed.
"Ah...!!"
A piercing scream shattered the deathly silence of the room.
Yao Yue's entire body tensed to its limit, her eyes widening.
In her divine sense, she detected a wisp of faint demonic power that had taken nearly two hours to cultivate...
Under the crushing force of that domineering energy, it didn't even make a sound and was instantly shattered.
The Divine Sea once again sank into deathly silence.
Yao Yue was completely stunned, her mind went blank.
"How... how could it have fallen apart...?"
However, Chu Yunfei gave her no time to think it over.
Since this demoness insisted that stimulation would restore her cultivation, he naturally wanted her to carry this belief through to the end.
The palm prints stretched out in succession, like a sudden downpour.
The dull palm strikes, carrying a hidden force that penetrates the meridians, relentlessly bombard the weak points and vital points.
The screams turned into wails.
"Wait... Waaah... It hurts!... It hurts so much!!"
Yao Yue curled up into a ball, tears streaming down her face as she frantically pounded the edge of the bed.
But the piercing tingling and intense pain continued relentlessly, assaulting the very core of my being.
After dozens of heavy blows.
Chu Yunfei withdrew his numb hand, looked down at the tearful figure in the black dress, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
"Witch, you asked for this yourself, and I have granted it to you."
After saying that, Chu Yunfei didn't even wait for her to react.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck with one hand and flung her violently out the door.
"Bang!"
The door slammed shut, mercilessly.
The Yao Yue crashed heavily onto the cold bluestone slab.
She scrambled to her feet, rubbing her aching lower back, seething with anger.
" Chu Yunfei... you damned bastard!"
"Such a reckless and crude attack is utterly lacking in the decorum of a human cultivator!"
Brushing the dust off her skirt, Yao Yue leaned against a pillar in the corridor, subconsciously using her divine sense to examine her body.
It was completely empty; not even a trace of Yao Qi remained.
What's going on?
Yao Yue frowned, stood in the cold wind, and fell into deep thought.
"It was clearly showing signs of improvement just now, so why did it completely collapse after a few more blows?"
She muttered to herself, her fingers unconsciously rubbing her cuffs.
Suddenly, Yao Yue's eyes lit up, and a flash of inspiration struck her.
"I understand!"
A burst of uncontrollable, wildly joyful laughter suddenly echoed in the empty corridor:
"Haha, I see!"
Yao Yue blushed with excitement and paced back and forth.
"That wisp of demonic power just now was merely a catalyst, extremely fragile and impure."
"His violent acupoint stimulation clearly broke through and dispersed the vital points. The current silence is clearly a covert re-brewing of even more vast demonic power!"
"With the next recovery, we will surely break free of our shackles and recover even more."
"Yes, that must be it! This princess is truly exceptionally intelligent!"
Yao Yue took a deep breath, glanced back at the tightly closed door, her eyes filled with smugness and pride:
"Hmph, although that human madman is wicked and rude, this secret technique of his is indeed quite profound and wondrous."
"Considering how hard he worked to help me recover, I will let bygones be bygones for the humiliation I suffered earlier."
She tidied her disheveled hair and, with light, slightly unsteady steps, walked towards the side courtyard in high spirits.
Inside the bedroom.
Chu Yunfei, who was sitting cross-legged, clearly heard the manic laughter coming from outside the door.
His lips twitched violently, and he silently opened his eyes, turning his head to look into the void.
" Xiaoxiao Dragon."
"In all my years, I've never seen such a... utterly stupid demon."
In his sea of consciousness, even the usually arrogant Xiaoxiao Dragon was stunned, staring blankly at the Divine Cauldron of Heavenly Mandate. After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"This little vixen's bloodline... could it be that she has some kind of congenital genetic defect?"
Five hours passed in the blink of an eye.
As the sun began to set, night quietly enveloped the Great Qian Imperial City.
Chu Yunfei sat on the bed with his eyes closed. His six Divine Sea churned wildly within his body, and the dark golden spiritual tide surged endlessly under the impetus of the Boundless Creation Scripture.
However.
Knock knock knock!
A rapid, cheerful, even somewhat impatient, heavy knocking broke the tranquility of the room once again.
Chu Yunfei's eyelids twitched violently.
A sweep of divine sense revealed that standing outside the door was once again that persistent figure in the black dress.
" Chu Yunfei, open the door!"
Yao Yue's excited voice pierced through the door, even carrying a hint of barely concealed tremor:
"This princess is pregnant again, and even more so than during the day!"
"I have now recovered to the Spirit Martial Realm!"
The enchantress outside the door began shaking the door knocker vigorously, urging anxiously:
"Hurry, let's try again. This time we'll definitely break through to the Heavenly Origin Realm."
Chu Yunfei sat there, took a deep breath, and became completely numb.
Deep within his consciousness, Xiaoxiao Dragon helplessly covered his entire face with both hands, too exhausted to even utter a sarcastic remark.
Chu Yunfei intended to pretend he hadn't heard anything and act as if no one was in the room.
The banging on the door grew louder and louder, even attracting the attention of the Pill Pavilion guards patrolling the corridor.
If she continues to shout like this, rumors might spread throughout the Pill Pavilion that he, Chu, had seduced and abandoned his lover in his room.
Click.
The door was suddenly yanked open.
Chu Yunfei's face was ashen as he stared coldly at the woman before him:
"Witch, when will you ever stop?!"
However, Yao Yue had no interest in paying attention to his angry expression.
The moment the door opened, she nimbly dodged and nimbly slipped into the room, even expertly locking the door latch behind her.
Immediately afterwards, under Chu Yunfei's astonished gaze...
The Qingqiu Royal Clan princess, with remarkable ease, rolled over and pounced onto the bed again, expertly turning her head to urge:
"Enough talk, get started! This princess is in a hurry!"
Chu Yunfei: "..."
Half an incense stick later.
The dull thud of the palm strike and the intermittent groans echoed once more in the room.
The aura of the Spirit Martial Realm cultivator was once again shattered under the onslaught of violent spiritual power.
Bang!
The door opened again.
Yao Yue was once again mercilessly thrown out, slamming heavily onto the corridor floor.
This time, her injuries were even more severe than during the day. Her face was pale, and her forehead was covered in sweat. She even had difficulty standing.
However, the demoness, who had fallen to the ground, showed no resentment or anger in her eyes. Instead, a look of satisfaction and anticipation appeared on her beautiful face.
She leaned against the cold wall beside her and stood up unsteadily.
Although her whole body ached so much she felt like it was about to fall apart, the ecstasy in her eyes was almost overflowing.
"As expected... with each dissipation, the demonic power that gathers next time will be even more immense..."
Yao Yue, supporting herself against the wall, swayed and moved unsteadily into the distance.
"Hehe, this princess will soon be fully recovered!!"