The Immortal Ancestor's Twin Beauties, the Mid-Grade Pact (Part Two)

Ji Meiniang's alluring smile vanished, a glint of unfathomable shrewdness flashing in her captivating eyes. She casually tossed a strand of hair that hung down her chest and said indifferently:

"Ziyuan, you are still too young. Do you really think that I am only seeking a moment of pleasure?"

"This Dongfang Yueming, possessing nothing of value, was able to Perfection the incomplete chapter within ten days, condensing a flawless Pure Yang Spirit Root. Such comprehension cannot be described as mere 'genius.' If he can truly Perfection the second chapter within a month, achieving a mid-grade pure Yang root... then he is a peerless gem, enough to allow me to break through the shackles of the Golden Core stage and attempt to reach the Nascent Soul Great Dao!"

Ji Meiniang's eyes blazed with an extremely fanatical light.

"If I could make such a prodigy with Heaven Reaching talent serve me wholeheartedly and become my perfect furnace, what's wrong with me offering him nothing more than a night of foot massage? In the cultivation world, dignity and beauty are merely bargaining chips for the Great Dao to immortality."

Upon hearing these words, Ziyuan fell into a deep silence. She looked at her legs, still faintly burning with heat, but the image of that boy's calm, serene, yet all-seeing gaze lingered in her mind.

On the other side.

When Dongfang Yueming returned to the Red Leaf Bamboo Courtyard, night had already fallen.

"You heartless brat, you've been kept here by the Ancestor and Senior Sister for so long, has your soul been stolen by their black and white stockings?"

Hong Yao, dressed in a gossamer-thin crimson nightgown, pressed her cheek against Dongfang Yueming's chest with an extremely mournful expression, while her hands restlessly caressed his waist, trying to check if he had "paid his dues" in the Nine Yin Hall.

Dongfang Yueming, somewhat helplessly, grasped her mischievous, soft hands and said gently, "Yao'er is joking. Yueming was merely demonstrating a spiritual root; how could I dare to have any improper thoughts? Besides, in Yueming's heart, Yao'er is naturally the most important."

These gentle words, coupled with the incredibly powerful masculine aura emanating from Dongfang Yueming's Pure Yang True Qi, instantly made Hong Yao's heart bloom with joy. She giggled, tiptoed, and planted a deep kiss on Dongfang Yueming's lips, then said seriously:

"You're smart to be sensible. But don't get too excited. Although you stole the show today, the second chapter of the ' Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art ' is far superior to the first chapter, which is just another run-of-the-mill copy."

Hong Yao pulled Dongfang Yueming to sit down, her expression becoming extremely solemn:

"The second stage of cultivation is no longer a simple circulation of true qi, but requires the condensation of thirty-six ' Pure Yang True Fire Rune ' within the meridians of the body, and the forcible imprinting of them onto your Acquired Spirit Root. This process not only requires a massive amount of spiritual qi, but its level of pain is akin to skinning a person, pulling out their tendons, and roasting them over a fire."

"If you're not careful, even if you only inscribe a single rune incorrectly, the raging Pure Yang True Fire will instantly backfire and burn you to ashes!"

Hong Yao sighed, her slender fingers gently stroking Dongfang Yueming's cheek:

"In the thousands of years of the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor, there have been quite a few people who have achieved Perfection in the first chapter. However, those who have been able to endure the terrifying pain of the second chapter and successfully condense Mid-Grade Spirit Root are much rarer. This is why the Ancestor bestowed such a generous reward."

Listening to Hong Yao's solemn description.

Dongfang Yueming simply nodded slightly. His gaze seemed to pass over Hong Yao's alluring body and glance at the system panel in the Xukong, which only he could see.

[Cultivation Technique: Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art, Chapter Two (0/2, Not Yet Entry)]

Pain? Backlash to ashes? A faint, cool smile curled at the corner of Dongfang Yueming's lips.