The sound of sobbing and weeping was broken.
The outer corners of Yu Ling’s eyes were flushed red, and he could not bother to curse, only clutching her arm while gasping one breath after another.
Fu Jinyue continued to operate the cultivation method with a normal expression.
Heaven and earth intersect, and all things are transformed and generated.
The system said that this method used the body as a guide to blend the two Qis of Yin and Yang, emulating the principle of the clear and turbid generating each other when chaos first opened.
It benefited both parties and allowed mutual gain.
The greatest difference between the orthodox Hehuan path and the evil path lay precisely here.
Although there was no intercourse at present, but merely the blending of spiritual energy, the benefits between the Hehuan path could still be spied. Yu Ling’s devastated Dantian was urged to start moving, and the damaged parts gradually showed signs of healing.
Beneath the rosy-purple clothing, the messy abnormality became increasingly conspicuous instead.
Noticing Fu Jinyue’s gaze, the young boy—unsure whether from shame or anger—had a flushed face. He swung one hand, and his floating sleeve fell over that spot, trying desperately to block it.
“Do not look, do not look, do not look!”
No matter what, he could not press it down, glaring at Fu Jinyue with panic and resentment. Seeing that the other party not only had tidy clothes and a proper expression but was also looking at him naturally, the annoyance in his heart grew to an extreme.
“Go away! Do not look at me!”
His breathing rose and fell uncontrollably, and he mumbled unclearly in his mouth:
“You shameless thing, what are you looking at? Have you never seen it before!”
“You dying thing! Get lost!”
His two plump thighs overlapped, half-hidden and half-visible within the rosy-purple fabric. An occasional passing glimpse revealed that they were both tightly tensed, trembling delicately.
Under the resonance, the youth’s thoughts had nowhere to hide. Fu Jinyue understood his duplicity, and so, following his mind, she suddenly slapped that plump thigh flesh.
Pa.
A tiny slap, and it quickly turned red.
Yu Ling closed his eyes by some strange combination of factors, feeling a wave of numbness run up his spine.
At the edge of the crumbling cliff of desire, he diverted a bit of attention, trying forcefully to lift his eyelids, and saw that the direction he was facing was precisely that cluster of tall, upright, and luxuriant vegetation.
Brother…
Such a close distance, so close that it felt as if his brother was standing right in front of him.
It doesn’t matter, no one can see me.
My brother’s concealment method is extremely refined.
Only we can see the outside world, but no one from the outside world can see us.
But it was too close, completely clear and visible.
He felt uncomfortably swollen, and uncomfortably ashamed.
Yu Ling thought uncontrollably.
Spreading his legs in front of his brother to be toyed with by someone else…
He bit his lower lip tightly, wanting to call a halt, yet that spiritual energy which did not belong to him still surged into his Dantian wisp by wisp. He had no choice; he could only be forced to arch his back, allowing sounds that shouldn’t belong to him to gasp out intermittently. He also had to allow himself to sink.
Fu Jinyue had never touched such smooth skin. Seeing Yu Ling’s eyes half-open and half-closed, appearing to be in a daze, she followed down to drill into the base of his thighs.
The young boy clamped tightly at once.
Then he threw a fierce glare over.
The flushed eyes possessed no deterrent power whatsoever.
Fu Jinyue was in a dilemma, simply nearing him and saying, “Endure it a bit, it is about to end.”
About to end? What was about to end?
His chaotic and groggy consciousness did not yet understand the meaning within, but a type of terrifying excitement surged all the way up along the base of his thighs, and he cried out in fear.
Yu Ling: “Wa… Wait!”
Before his words could be finished, the youth felt the Dantian inside his body being dragged by the spiritual energy to operate, the damaged parts healing rapidly. Concurrently, a type of urgent feeling covered all his reason.
At least change the direction.
Yu Ling emitted sobbing and weeping sounds.
Pausing intermittently, broken weeping sounds.
His hazy, tearful eyes could still see indistinctly that familiar plant in the direct direction.
Do… Do not.
Brother.
Do not look at me.
Fu Jinyue caught the person who fell over, letting him lean within her embrace.
Yu Ling clutched her clothes tightly, feeling an unprecedented shame, and also feeling an unprecedented… excitement.
Suddenly, his tensed calves trembled a few times.
Within the Dantian, the spiritual energy spun back rapidly. The Dantian, which was so damaged that it couldn’t even absorb spiritual energy on its own, healed gradually until it was completely repaired.
Heaven and earth intersect, and all things are transformed and generated.
Fu Jinyue felt the sliver of benefit returned as feedback, thinking to herself, No wonder the Hehuan cultivation methods all emphasize using the body as a guide. If everyone could cultivate just by shaking hands like this, then one would truly be a grand philanthropist.
Now, the grand philanthropist Fu Jinyue could only quietly watch the young boy’s breakdown.
Yu Ling’s entire body revealed a layer of enchanting rouge color, yet amidst his gasps, his eyes narrowed askance, and grabbing Fu Jinyue’s collar, he tilted his head to kiss her.
When he pecked and kissed, he resembled a bird catching a bug—hasty, urgent.
A little bit of ferociousness.
A lot of grievance.
Fu Jinyue found it novel, so she lowered her head, catching the little mimosa that actively came forward to meet her.
Responding half-heartedly, Fu Jinyue thought to herself, Sweet, it is a floral scent notes.
The young boy’s closed eyelashes trembled slightly, lifting carefully to look. Sighting her unreserved gaze, he immediately retreated in shame.
Yu Ling stiffened his face and turned his head away, snorting, “Do not misunderstand, it was just that I suddenly wanted to kiss you, that is all.”
His gaze flickered.
Fu Jinyue laughed lightly: “Okay, I know.”
There wasn’t too much of a reaction.
Yu Ling appeared even more incensed instead.
The remarkably beautiful youth bit his lip for a good while, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly turned his eyes to look toward the other side.
“Xiao Ling?” Yu Ning’s voice seemed to come from a very distant place, “I feel that your spiritual energy has suddenly become active?”
Yu Ning added immediately after, “Pardon the disruption, Little Friend Fu. I merely perceived an abnormality, so I removed the soundproofing temporarily.”
Yu Ling said, “Brother, withdraw the concealment.”
Fu Jinyue followed, “Yes, Senior Yu Ning, it has already ended.”
Hearing the word “ended,” Yu Ling suddenly recalled something and stood up in a panic, but the deep purple of the wet spot was so obvious that it couldn’t be covered at all.
Forming a hand seal to dry it now? No, it was too late.
A wave of spiritual energy fluctuated, and Yu Ning’s branches had already entwined around Yu Ling’s calves.
After touching closely for a few seconds, he said with what seemed like joy and gratification, “Xiao Ling, have you thanked Little Friend Fu?”
I, thank her?
Yu Ling widened his eyes, the words about to escape his mouth being urgently pressed back. He couldn’t possibly say that this fellow made him, in front of you, brother…
His palm still clutched the clothes of the wet part tightly, and Yu Ling pursed his lips, saying, “Thank you.”
The voice was truly too small.
Fu Jinyue neared him: “What is wrong? Are you still uncomfortable?”
How could it be uncomfortable? On the contrary, it was because it was too comfortable that…
The ill-intentioned concern caused the young boy to retreat with a red face, backing away again and again. Unable to evade her gaze, he simply transformed into his original form, disappearing before her eyes instantly.
The rosy-purple clothing drifted to the ground, and some tiny thing pulsed inside. Before long, a tender leaf suddenly poked out from the sleeve opening.
The fresh green leaves unfurled with a rustle. Only when it completely crawled out did Fu Jinyue understand why Yu Ling did not meet people in his original form like his brother.
It turned out that he was truly too small.
For the competitive Yu Ling, an insufficiently mighty original form was perhaps the original sin.
That tiny one could almost be cradled in the palm of the hand.
The tender green leaves were messily atop his head, and his stems and roots were even slender.
When there was no soil, he moved by bouncing with his root hairs. Once there was soil, he slipped in like a streak of smoke and then surged into the corner, never speaking again.
A moving mimosa was far more rare than a speaking one.
Fu Jinyue felt her heart itch from watching, but the proper business was urgent.
She had already seen Yu Ning make a move.
That large mimosa rooted deep within the cave, protecting his Dao companion’s divine sense, rustled and shook as it expanded its leaves, revealing the brilliant ball of light inside.
The light was steady, no longer brightening and dimming like breathing.
Fu Jinyue noticed this point, speculating in her heart, This is transformed from a cultivator’s divine sense. Perhaps the changes in light represent the changes in the cultivator’s own state. Fluctuation is… falling asleep? Or deep sleep? Inferring this way, a steady light must signify…
The next instant, the ball of light floated up.
The light transformed into a faint human form, her crescent-shaped eyes curving, her brow color not heavy, and the corners of her lips curled up gently. Her features were plain, yet she was beautiful like a cup of tea narrated slowly. With just this gentle smile, she gradually pulled others into a relaxed atmosphere.
“Little Friend Fu, I have long heard of your grand name,” the woman said with a smile. “Previously, I was exhausted and unwell and could not reveal myself in time. I hope you will forgive me.”
The woman bowed slightly toward Fu Jinyue, her demeanor dignified: “I am an elder of the Sword Sect, Ruan Jiang.”
Fu Jinyue naturally returned a courtesy, feeling that it was no wonder this elder was called Pingxin; when the opponent spoke, it truly felt like a spring breeze.
She liked beautiful people, regardless of gender.
The large mimosa naturally twisted its branches into the shape of a seat, allowing the floating divine sense to lean against it, and only then extended a branch toward the outside.
Yu Ning said, “Many thanks to little friend for your assistance just now. This kindness I shall certainly etch into my memory, and repay it manifold in the future.”
His tone was solemn, and Elder Pingxin Ruan Jiang took over the conversation smoothly, saying, “Xiao Ling is also a child I watched grow up. The specific reasons I have already heard from Yu Ning.”
She smiled gently, raising a finger to tap Fu Jinyue’s forehead from afar.
Something very, very light attached itself, like a blown bubble attaching to the corner of her forehead, shattering into a chilly feeling.
Ruan Jiang said, “This is a strand of sword intent, which can protect your safety at a crucial moment.”
A strand of sword intent from a great figure—that was a good item that could not be bought with a thousand pieces of gold.
Fu Jinyue was somewhat surprised and somewhat curiously stroked the corner of her forehead, feeling nothing more. But she accepted it with a smile, voicing her thanks compliantly.
Yu Ning hesitated at this time, “Although it is a bit hasty, A-Jiang’s divine sense is damaged and she cannot remain awake for long. Little Friend Fu, I must trouble you to use that method…”
Finally, they were to handle the proper business.
Fu Jinyue had gone through untold hardships on this trip precisely to cure the elder and develop friendly relations with the Sword Sect, so she naturally said yes.
She had long since disassembled the Hehuan cultivation method with the system. This method currently passed outside disrupted the original perfect operation method, with many modifications, and the usage requirements were also rather harsh.
First, the two using it had to have a mutual understanding of minds. Second, it could only be directed by the woman.
In this manner, even if it spread out, it would not develop into too terrible a situation. Simultaneously, because the operated method had been modified with superfluous additions, it caused others to know the facts but not the reasons, greatly reducing the possibility of a reverse breakthrough.
Fu Jinyue and Yun Heyin had tried it again and again last night. Apart from the part of mutual understanding which she skipped by cheating, the operation of the remaining parts was very smooth.
The only unpleasant thing was being bumped a bit painfully.
Explaining to Elder Ruan Jiang, many details inevitably had to be tipped off one by one.
Strange to say, Yu Ning, who had actively offered his younger brother earlier, actually had his leaves turn red with shame this time, while the gentle-looking Ruan Jiang listened to the very end with a calm mind.
After explaining, it was time for departure.
Everyone gathered at the edge of the cave opening. Ruan Jiang took a blade of grass from her Dao companion, pressing it to her lips to blow it.
The sound of the grass whistle was sharp and piercing.
It broke straight through the rumbling thunder, reaching straight into the ears of the two who were currently brawling with the lightning tribulation.
You Feichen’s hand holding the blade swept, slashing across several purple lightnings, and raised her eyebrows at Yun Heyin, indicating for him to hurry and pick up the person.
The white-robed Perfected Lord flew over on his sword. As he drew near, his expression shifted subtly.
Fu Jinyue leaped across the vast high sky just as she had when she came, landing steadily upon the sword.
The moment she broke free from Yu Ning’s concealment array, she heard the roaring sound outside was deafening.
Feeling that it had been trifled with and dragged for a long time, the lightning tribulation was incensed once more.
Yun Heyin looked down at the person before him, and also wrapped his hand around her waist just as he had when they came.
Fu Jinyue thought it was again to evade the stray purple electricity and perform another aerial hanging upside down, but felt a breath draw close behind her ear.
At the same time, Yu Ling, who was curled around her wrist, suddenly trembled. The next instant, that little mimosa was pinched by his main branch by someone and lifted into midair, his leaves shrinking down listlessly.
Yun Heyin asked, “Who is this?”