Leng Yue assessed her condition carefully.
Suddenly, her expression froze.
She was astonished to discover that her cultivation had surged overnight!
In just one night, she had directly advanced to the 6th stage Spirit Sea Realm!
As someone with the Heavenly Charm Physique, she was destined to serve as a cauldron for others’ cultivation. Normally, this would mean her cultivation and vitality would be drained by her partner, leading to a significant loss of power and lifespan.
But instead of a decline, she had gained immense benefits!
Leng Yue couldn’t help but steal a glance at Su Mo, her expression flickering with complexity.
She understood—this was no accident. Su Mo had intentionally reversed the flow of energy, giving back all the cultivation and vitality he would otherwise have taken, achieving a perfect balance of yin and yang, in accordance with the principles of the Dao.
The realization made Leng Yue’s heart tremble slightly, but she quickly suppressed the feeling.
At this moment, Su Mo noticed she was awake. His voice carried a calm detachment.
“Awake? Come have some tea.”
“There’s no need,” Leng Yue responded coldly, regaining her composure.
She turned her back to him, revealing only her luminous, flawless back as she put on her robes.
Draped in her light, flowing white dress, Leng Yue worked hard to resume her usual air of icy purity. With calm steps, she approached the tea table.
Once seated, she spoke coldly, “From this day forward, you and I are even. I hope the Holy Son remembers his promise.”
Su Mo observed her with amusement. The stark contrast between last night’s warmth and today’s frosty demeanor was truly entertaining.
A woman who was icy in public but passionate in private—such a combination was a rare and exquisite treasure!
Su Mo nodded, smiling. “Don’t worry. As the Holy Son of Absolute Void Holy Land, I’ve never gone back on my word.
The fact that your status as Saintess has been revoked will not be made public. You and Lin Xiuran will continue to enjoy the privileges of True Disciples of the Holy Land. I won’t target you further.”
“That’s for the best,” Leng Yue replied flatly.
She caught the lingering scent of last night in the room and felt a fresh wave of embarrassment. She couldn’t bear to remain here any longer.
Not only was the memory of what had happened overwhelming, but the very atmosphere suffocated her.
“Wait.”
As Leng Yue was about to leave, Su Mo called out to her.
“What do you want now?” Leng Yue turned back, her expression guarded.
The token was simple yet ancient, glinting faintly with golden light. It bore the character “Su” carved on both sides.
Inside the bottle, as Leng Yue suspected, were pills. The exact type, however, she couldn’t discern.
Seeing the items, Leng Yue’s expression softened slightly.
Su Mo spoke with an air of sincerity. “This token will allow you to visit Taixu Peak anytime. If you ever feel like having tea again, the Holy Son will always welcome you.
As for these pills, they are what I promised you—medicine to heal Lin Xiuran’s Dao injury.”
Hearing the word “tea,” Leng Yue’s face flushed crimson again.
That word had now taken on a very particular meaning between her and Su Mo, a meaning only the two of them knew.
“Tea,” as it turned out, was something she hadn’t sipped even once last night…
She was certain she would never be able to hear the word the same way again.
Leng Yue glared at Su Mo coldly and said decisively, “I’ll never come back!”
Despite her words, she instinctively tucked both the token and the bottle away.
Su Mo chuckled to himself.
She says no, but her actions betray her sincerity…
Seeing Su Mo’s faintly mocking smile, Leng Yue snorted coldly, turned sharply on her heels, and left Taixu Peak as quickly as possible.
She deliberately avoided being seen by others in the Holy Land.
The thought of anyone noticing she had spent the night on Taixu Peak made her shudder with embarrassment.
In mere moments, her figure vanished into the distance.
…
After Leng Yue departed, Su Mo closed his eyes and focused inwardly to assess his cultivation progress.
His consciousness entered his Divine Sea at his brow.
Within his Divine Sea sat a glowing figure that resembled him, breathing rhythmically and brimming with energy.
This was his Primordial Spirit.
Last night, Su Mo had leaped from the 8th stage Profound Core Realm to the Primordial Spirit Realm!
In this realm, even without conscious effort, his Primordial Spirit would constantly draw in and refine energy.
“Impressive. The Heavenly Charm Physique is truly extraordinary. Just one night, and my cultivation skyrocketed straight into the Primordial Spirit Realm!”
Su Mo couldn’t help but marvel, nodding to himself in satisfaction.
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Until now, Su Mo, as the Holy Son of the Absolute Void Holy Land, was no exception.
But now, he had shattered the limits and entered the Primordial Spirit Realm. One step further, and he would ascend to the King Realm, claiming the title of a true ruler among cultivators!
Such an astonishing rate of improvement was unprecedented.
Who else in this world could achieve such a miraculous rise overnight?
This was a feat only Su Mo, the Holy Son of the Absolute Void Holy Land, could boast.
Of course, this was thanks to the golden fortune he had stolen from Lin Xiuran and the dual cultivation he had shared with Leng Yue.
With a light chuckle, Su Mo mused, “If I can continue cultivating with Leng Yue, my growth will only accelerate.”
He was thrilled by the prospect.
Claiming Leng Yue’s body was just the first step. To fully harness her Heavenly Charm Physique, he would need to win her heart as well.
This challenge excited Su Mo. He was in no rush—he enjoyed the game.
The difficulty made the conquest all the sweeter, like clearing a level in a game and reaping the ultimate rewards.
With renewed resolve, Su Mo strode out of his chamber, pondering how best to amuse himself for the day.
Perhaps he would visit Junior Sister Wan Qing and deepen their bond…
Or perhaps he would begin strategizing how to deal with the old soul inhabiting Lin Xiuran’s ring.
After all, Su Mo had only promised not to target Leng Yue and Lin Xiuran directly. That promise didn’t extend to the soul.
And as a villain, he had no obligation to keep his word.
A true villain follows only his desires, bowing to no one.
“Better to wrong all under heaven than let heaven wrong me!”
With this thought, Su Mo’s eyes gleamed mischievously, already devising his next plot.
…
Meanwhile, at the True Disciple quarters…
“Yue’er! No!”
Lin Xiuran suddenly bolted upright in bed, his eyes wide with terror as he awakened from a nightmare.
His back was drenched in sweat, his chest heaving as if he had experienced something horrifying in his unconscious state.
Looking around and realizing it was only a dream, Lin Xiuran exhaled deeply, relief washing over him.
Still, his heart raced, and he couldn’t shake the lingering dread.