Miao Youfang

In the bedroom, beside the bed, a few candles cast a fiery glow.

Luo Yuheng's face was half tinged with a warm orange, and half covered in shadow, just like her image at this moment, a mixture of desire and fairy.

In Xu Qi'an's view, she possessed an undeniable charm.

Luo Yuheng was filled with shock, anger, and panic.

She knew how tempting Xu Qi'an's appearance would be for her at this moment.

At the same time, she was struggling to fight off the karmic fire and didn't have the strength to send the boy on her flying sword a hundred and eight thousand miles away. It wasn't that she really couldn't do it, but if she did, she would definitely be unable to suppress the karmic fire any longer.

At that time, with no one around to cultivate with, one will only face certain death.

Luo Yuheng gritted his teeth and said, "Xu Qi'an, are you trying to use force?"

"What are you saying? You're just flattering me right off the bat. I'll get beaten to death!" Xu Qi'an closed the door and moved closer to the bed, stopping under Luo Yuheng's tense and wary gaze.

"Grand Preceptor, what I want to ask is, if we don't cultivate together tonight, you must cultivate with me again tomorrow, otherwise you won't be able to withstand the karmic fire."

Luo Yuheng stared at him coldly, offering no response.

"Which of the seven emotions will you experience tomorrow?" Xu Qi'an asked.

There is no fixed rule governing the occurrence of the seven emotions.

Luo Yuheng glanced at him, her gaze involuntarily moving down from Xu Qi'an Qi'an's handsome face, sweeping over his chest and lower abdomen. She abruptly withdrew her gaze, forcing herself not to look.

Xu Qi'an nodded, sat down on the edge of the bed, and spoke in a serious, inquisitive tone:

"If that's the case, how do you determine if the next personality is willing to cultivate with me? What if she's unwilling and stubbornly refuses?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Yuheng's long, straight eyebrows furrowed slightly. After a moment's thought, she replied in a cold tone, "Between life and death, I will make the right choice."

Xu Qi'an suddenly placed his hand on Luo Yuheng's thigh. "If that's the case, why won't you cultivate with me?"

Luo Yuheng's delicate body trembled. The two were very close, so Xu Qi'an could clearly see the goosebumps rising on her neck.

"I would rather die than cultivate with you."

Her eyebrows shot up.

"Look, look!" Xu Qi'an exclaimed.

"How can you be so sure the other personalities won't be like you, refusing to cultivate with me even if it means death?"

"Get out." Luo Yuheng was speechless and could only vent his anger.

Xu Qi'an believed that Luo Yuheng in her normal state would be willing to cultivate with him, firstly because she had feelings for him as a man and secondly because cultivating together was inevitable.

However, during the onset of karmic fire, one's personality undergoes a tremendous change, and it can even be considered as another personality. As a result, there is a huge contrast in one's behavior and style.

For example, this "angry" personality is strong-willed, irritable, and easily angered, amplifying Luo Yuheng's little resistance to the extreme.

She absolutely refused to engage in dual cultivation with him.

While Xu Qi'an was in the outer room, he suddenly realized that Luo Yuheng had told him yesterday that when she was in a state of "seven emotions," she would lose her composure and make decisions that were inconsistent with her usual behavior.

Was Luo Yuheng subtly telling him not to be influenced by his personality under the influence of the seven emotions, and to stick to the plan, practicing dual cultivation for seven days straight without missing a single day?

Given the Grand Preceptor's personality, he certainly wouldn't say openly, "No matter what, we must persist in dual cultivation."

"Imperial Preceptor, the night is long; it's time for dual cultivation."

Xu Qi'an pretended not to hear her scolding and started taking off his clothes.

He took off his long robe and tossed it aside. Soon after, he also took off his undergarments, revealing Xu Qi'an's strong, masculine upper body to Luo Yuheng.

Her breathing quickened suddenly, and she stood up angrily. "If you don't leave, I'm leaving."

Having said that, without even putting on shoes, she got out of bed and staggered out.

Xu Qi'an grabbed her arm, and in the struggle, the two of them fell onto the bed.

"Smack!"

Luo Yuheng slapped her hard across the face, the sound crisp and loud.

In the darkness, the two remained in a fallen position, man on top of woman, their eyes locked.

An ambiguous atmosphere fermented between them. Luo Yuheng smelled the masculine scent and felt his hot breath. Her cheeks burned, and her gaze gradually became hazy.

She cannot go against her body; she needs dual cultivation to dispel the karmic fire.

To resist her physical desires, Luo Yuheng gently bit her lip, gaining a brief moment of clarity, before raising her hand to slap herself again.

This time she failed; Xu Qi'an grabbed her wrist and pressed it above her head. Then, her other hand was also held down.

Xu Qi'an lowered his head and gently kissed Luo Yuheng's cheek; her skin was delicate and her fragrance was intoxicating.

Luo Yuheng's delicate body stiffened, and she got goosebumps all over.

She stared blankly at the bed curtains above her head, her eyes filled with confusion, shame, resistance, and a hint of infatuation.

Even last night, she had never experienced such intimate moments.

This novel feeling was both shameful and addictive; she gradually followed the will of her heart and stopped resisting.

Just then, Xu Qi'an's voice came from beside him. "Grand Preceptor, relax. Practice makes perfect. Tomorrow I'll stay in bed and not move. It'll be your turn."

Luo Yuheng was furious and reached out to tear his mouth apart.

The two struggled fiercely, causing the bed to shake, and they almost came to blows.

Fortunately, Luo Yuheng was suffering from the scorching flames at this time, and could not use his cultivation. Otherwise, Xu Qi'an would have been sent eight hundred miles away by a meteor sword.

Xu Qi'an grabbed the neatly folded quilt and covered them with it. The two continued to wrestle under the covers.

The next day, early morning.

Beside the bed, on the floor, lay a silk skirt, a white undergarment, a plain-colored bodice embroidered with lotus flowers, and a belt, all scattered haphazardly.

Xu Qi'an felt something wet and soft brushing against his face, making it impossible for him to fall asleep peacefully.

She opened her eyes groggily, and Luo Yuheng's stunningly beautiful face was right in front of her. Her eyes were filled with affection as she gently kissed his cheeks, neck, and lips.

A big question mark flashed through Xu Qi'an's mind, and he asked uncertainly, "The Imperial Advisor?"

Is this the imperial advisor I know?

Is it that aloof and ethereal, yet fiercely independent and resolute imperial advisor?

Looking back at Luo Yuheng's past image, Xu Qi'an simply couldn't equate the woman in front of him, caught up in lust, with the Grand Preceptor of the Great Feng Kingdom.

Luo Yuheng pursed her lips and chuckled softly, "Didn't you enjoy the kiss last night? Hmm, it certainly felt good."

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Xu Qi'an lay there blankly, not daring to move.

Luo Yuheng's two snow-white arms emerged from under the covers, hooking around his neck, and she said in a sweet voice:

"Dual cultivation has only just begun; there are still some aspects of the High Antiquity sexual techniques that I haven't fully grasped."

A personality driven by desire? Xu Qi'an's heart stirred, and he vaguely had a guess.

Perhaps it's something else; among the seven emotions, there's also a "joy" personality type, which is also a very positive emotion. He muttered to himself.

Xu Qi'an, of course, would not refuse the advances of a stunningly beautiful woman, so he earnestly and meticulously studied High Antiquity secret techniques with her.

Two full hours later, Xu Qi'an suggested:

"Imperial Preceptor, let's have lunch first."

"With our cultivation levels, we no longer need to eat."

"No, I still need to eat. I'm a warrior."

"Is it no longer possible?" Luo Yuheng asked angrily.

"Ha, you probably don't know how powerful a martial artist can be."

"My lord, it's dusk."

"Your cultivation is progressing well; how can you give up halfway?"

"Since that's the case, I, a dignified third-rank martial artist, will not be looked down upon by you..."

"Imperial Advisor, it's getting dark. Let me get some food."

"Hehe."

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"Imperial Advisor, aren't you tired?"

"Stop talking nonsense and focus on your cultivation."

"Imperial Preceptor, it's dawn."

At one point, he peeked out from under the covers and saw that it was broad daylight outside the window.

At that moment, Xu Qi'an burst into tears of joy.

After daybreak, the personality shifts, the "desire" personality leaves, and he can crawl out of the wolf's den.

Since midnight last night, for two nights and one day, he really hasn't gotten out of bed.

It's finally over. No one can stop me today, not even Jesus. I told you so. Xu Qi'an thought fiercely to himself.

The desire in Luo Yuheng's eyes gradually faded, signifying the beginning of a personality transformation.

She sat up, clutching the blanket, and looked at the messy bed, her face slightly flushed and her eyes filled with shyness.

"Imperial Preceptor, I still have matters to attend to. If you are tired, you may wish to rest a little longer."

Despite the aching in his lower back, Xu Qi'an threw off the covers and got out of bed, about to bend down to see the clothes scattered on the floor.

"Etc."

Luo Yuheng suddenly grabbed his hand.

Xu Qi'an turned around stiffly, seeing fear in the beautiful eyes of the Imperial Advisor, and heard her say in terror:

"I'm currently consumed by karmic fire, and I might burn to death at any moment. You'd better cultivate with me once first, otherwise I'm afraid..."

Xu Qi'an's heart sank, and he forced a smile, "But we've been cultivating together for a day and two nights, you'll be alright."

Luo Yuheng shook her head slightly, pursed her lips, and looked pitiful. "But there's still a chance that the karmic fire will get out of control. Unless I'm 100% sure, I won't feel at ease."

"My imperial advisor is far too steady," Xu Qi'an thought, his expression slightly contorted.

The curtains swayed gently, for a long time.

At noon, Xu Qi'an arrived at an empty room, summoned the Floating Pagoda, and went up to the third floor in one breath.

Mu Nanzhi thought this stinky man was there to coax her, so she quickly put on a cold face, put her hands together, and adopted a posture as if she were about to enter a monastery.

Unexpectedly, Xu Qi'an didn't even look at her. He walked straight to the old monk Taling, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said in a deep voice:

"Master, I understand."

The old monk Taling was taken aback, then quite delighted. "What have you realized?"

Xu Qi'an's face showed neither joy nor sorrow. "Form is emptiness."

The old monk Taling was even more astonished, then smiled and nodded, "Excellent!"

Mu Nanzhi stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Yongzhou City, Liubo Gambling Den.

Miao Youfang, with a string of candied hawthorns dangling from his mouth, strolled into the gambling den. He was plain-looking, with dark skin and bright, piercing eyes, giving him an impression of being lean and shrewd.

But it lacks the glibness of a commoner; it possesses a sharp temperament and a dignified demeanor.

After looking around, Miao Youfang walked towards the table where the dice were being shaken.

He came to the gambling den for two reasons: first, to see the gambling den owner, Liu Lang; second, because he was running out of money and wanted to earn some travel expenses.

The dice player shouted, "Place your bets!"

The gamblers at the table placed their bets, their eager eyes following the dice cup, excitedly shouting "Big!" or "Small!"

Miao Youfang's ears twitched slightly, realizing that the dice in the dice cup had been tampered with.

That's how gambling dens are. They're in business; they can't rely entirely on luck. They'll all cheat to some extent.

But it doesn't matter, no matter how the gambling den cheats, he won't lose.

This is based on experience gained from many previous experiences.

About a month ago, Miao Youfang noticed that his luck had suddenly improved.

Wherever he went, he had good opportunities. At first, even the young ladies from wealthy families in his hometown were inexplicably infatuated with him.

But Miao Youfang was an idealistic young man who resolutely rejected the wealthy heiress's advances and continued his journey of wandering the world.

During his travels, he frequently befriended chivalrous heroes, received guidance from kind and wise elders, and was favored by various fairies.

During a revelry with his friends, Miao Youfang inadvertently lost his virginity to a courtesan. Overwhelmed with shame and anger, he knew he was destined to give his virginity to his future wife.

So he vowed never to drink again.

Then, the next day, he slept with the courtesan again.

The good times didn't last long. While traveling in Qingzhou, Miao Youfang encountered a group of masters. Unlike his previous encounters with masters where he was sure to make friends, this group was strange and would start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

Fortunately, several of his friends happened to pass by and helped him. With his own skills and abilities, he managed to escape, albeit narrowly.

Afterwards, through a series of coincidences and good fortune, he successfully evaded the group's pursuit and arrived in Yongzhou.

He won four hundred taels of silver in just two incense sticks' time at the gambling den, and the money piled up in front of him was plentiful.

When he won six hundred taels, a burly man who was guarding the gambling den came over and said in a deep voice, "Brother, our boss wants to see you."

Miao Youfang glanced at him, nodded expressionlessly, put away the loose silver and silver ingots in front of him, picked up the bulging wallet in his hand, and said:

"Lead the way!"