Deep Spring in the Secluded Hall, the Third Part of the Cultivation Art
"My little rascal, your impatient nature makes you seem like a wooden puppet who only knows how to cultivate."
Ji Meiniang giggled, her slender figure accentuated by her black silk cheongsam. As she straightened up, the neckline swayed slightly. Her long legs rested lightly on the edge of the couch, her toes brushing against Dongfang Yueming's cheek with a hint of provocation.
"Want a third chapter? You'll have to let me and Ziyuan see just how capable you are after condensing your Mid-Grade Spirit Root."
Ji Meiniang's beautiful eyes sparkled with anticipation. She gave a wink to the uneasy Ziyuan beside her.
Ziyuan gritted her teeth, but under her master's supremely majestic gaze, she ultimately chose to obey.
The plain white cheongsam tightly outlined her slender waist, and she knelt awkwardly on the edge of the fox fur couch with her long legs together. Her eyes were lowered, and her legs trembled slightly as she gently placed them on Dongfang Yueming's lap.
"Junior brother... be gentle..."
The usually aloof and proud senior sister's voice was barely audible, and her beautiful face was filled with shyness.
Dongfang Yueming remained calm, slowly sat down, and stretched out his palms, one on each side, to grasp the toes of Ziyuan and Ji Meiniang respectively.
Two contrasting auras, one cold and one warm, converged in the boy's palm.
Pure Yang True Qi flowed slowly down the soles of his feet, trickling into the Ziyuan meridian and dissolving the accumulated Yin cold within his body.
On the other side is Ji Meiniang.
She was Late Golden Core cultivator, and her need for Pure Yang True Qi far exceeded that of ordinary people.
Sensing the continuous flow of pure true energy in Dongfang Yueming's palm, she wrapped her long legs around Dongfang Yueming's waist, leaned into his embrace, and let out a satisfied sigh.
The main hall was filled with spiritual energy, transforming it into a place for focused cultivation.
The next day, as dawn broke.
Senior Sister Ziyuan's plain white cheongsam was slightly loose, her face showing a deep weariness, and her legs were limply draped over Dongfang Yueming's waist.
Ji Meiniang, the Golden Core Ancestor, had a faint blush on her skin as she nestled against the young man's chest.
Dongfang Yueming opened his eyes first.
He calmly withdrew and gently woke Ji Meiniang beside him.
"You little monster, your tenacity in cultivation is simply astonishing."
Ji Meiniang straightened up, her cheongsam slipping slightly with the movement. She glanced at Dongfang Yueming with a hint of reproach, then with a wave of her slender hand, a jade slip radiating a rich crimson-gold divine light flew through the air.
"This is the third chapter of the Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art." Ji Meiniang exhaled softly, her voice slightly hoarse:
"By cultivating this technique, you can attempt to condense seventy-two Pure Yang True Fire Rune within your body, forging an unparalleled High-Grade Pure Yang Spirit Root. However, this technique is incredibly profound, and the pain and backlash from its cultivation are more than a hundred times greater than before. You must be extremely careful not to injure yourself. I hope to study the Great Dao with you in the future."
Dongfang Yueming accepted the still-warm crimson jade slip, calmly cupping his hands in thanks. "Disciple thanks Master for bestowing this teaching."
Having said that, he put the jade slip into his pocket without the slightest hesitation and strode out of the Nine Yin Hall. At this moment, his goal was very clear: to forge the legendary High-Grade Pure Yang Spirit Root!
Half an hour later.
Dongfang Yueming returned to the Red Leaf Bamboo Courtyard at a leisurely pace. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, a strong sense of sorrow and resentment washed over him.
"You little rascal, you finally decided to come back?"
Beneath the bamboo garden's long corridor, Hong Yao leans against a bamboo chair.
She wore an extremely light, crimson gauze dress, the morning light falling on her and outlining her graceful figure. Her long legs were crossed, and red embroidered slippers hung from the toes of her feet, swaying casually.
Upon seeing Dongfang Yueming, Hong Yao's delicate nose twitched, and her charming face instantly darkened, her beautiful eyes filled with grievance and resentment. "Hmph! You're covered in a strong lotus fragrance, and also have the unique aura of the Ancestor. Even the cool white plum blossom scent on Senior Sister Ziyuan is clearly identifiable!"
Hong Yao rose with a coquettish tone, walked barefoot quickly forward, and pressed herself close to Dongfang Yueming, grabbing his collar with both hands, her eyes slightly reddening.
"You heartless little devil! You must have spent a long time cultivating with Master and Senior Sister Ziyuan last night. Are you already tired of me?"