She had long black hair that fell down her back and wore a white robe adorned with delicate green details.
Her posture was elegant and controlled, as one would expect from a disciple accustomed to cultivation. However, Yun Che immediately noticed something that would probably have gone unnoticed by most people.
Her shoulder movements were slightly stiff, and she also avoided fully moving her upper back. Chen Ruyue met his gaze.
For several seconds, she remained silent. Then she opened her delicate lips and said:
"So it really is you."
Yun Che nodded.
"Of course it is. We’ve met again."
Lin Yue looked at the two of them.
"You already knew each other?"
Chen Ruyue replied:
"I saw him during the Refining House evaluation."
She paused briefly.
"Actually, after that evaluation, it would be difficult not to recognize him."
Yun Che remained calm.
Chen Ruyue continued:
"Before, I had only heard of you as a disciple who had difficulty cultivating. But today, I saw something completely different."
"An evaluation doesn’t tell you everything about a person."
"I agree."
Chen Ruyue tilted her head slightly.
"But it wasn’t an ordinary evaluation either. I saw the way you answered the questions. You didn’t hesitate when faced with the most difficult ones, and when Guo Han disagreed with you, you managed to explain your answer in such a way that even he had to admit he was wrong."
Yun Che smiled faintly.
"You were paying quite a lot of attention."
"I was taking the evaluation myself. It would have been difficult not to notice the dark horse of the theoretical evaluation."
"That explains a few things."
Chen Ruyue almost smiled, but her expression quickly returned to its usual serenity. It was then that Lin Yue intervened:
"I brought her because she also wanted to try the treatment."
Chen Ruyue nodded.
"If it isn’t a problem, of course."
"It won’t be. On the contrary."
Yun Che looked at her.
"Before we begin, I want to perform a spiritual assessment."
Chen Ruyue looked curious.
"How does it work?"
"I’ll observe the circulation of your spiritual energy and try to identify areas where there is tension or some kind of irregularity. Then I’ll adjust the treatment according to the results."
"Can you really sense that?"
"Of course. I don’t only understand pills."
Chen Ruyue remained silent for a moment before nodding.
"All right."
Yun Che led her into one of the treatment rooms.
The space was simple but carefully organized. There was a wooden table, several fabric partitions, and small lanterns casting a soft light throughout the room.
The scent of medicinal herbs was more intense inside, mixed with the discreet fragrance of the oil used in the treatments.
Chen Ruyue sat down while Yun Che maintained a highly professional posture.
"Before we begin, I want to make one thing clear. The treatment is voluntary. If you feel uncomfortable at any point or want to stop, just say so."
Chen Ruyue looked at him.
"I understand."
"I’m also not going to do anything beyond what is necessary for the treatment."
She nodded again.
"Then we can begin."
Yun Che concentrated, and the system’s spiritual vision activated. A blue light silently swept across his field of vision.
[Body analysis initiated.]
[Muscle tension: moderate.]
[Dorsal spiritual flow: irregular.]
[Micro-obstructions detected.]
[Energy circulation: 56%.]
[Energy concentration above optimal levels in the dorsal region.]
Yun Che analyzed the information. Chen Ruyue noticed the change in his gaze.
"Did you find something?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"Your spiritual flow is irregular around your back. It’s not serious, but there is a concentration of energy causing your circulation to become less efficient."
Chen Ruyue was surprised.
"I knew something was wrong."
"How long has it been like this?"
"A few weeks."
"And does it get worse after cultivation?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"Especially after prolonged sessions. Sometimes I feel a strange pressure between my shoulders and a sensation of heaviness that disappears after I get some rest."
Yun Che nodded.
"That confirms the analysis."
Chen Ruyue looked at him curiously.
"If it’s so easy to identify, why hasn’t anyone told me before?"
"Because it isn’t necessarily an illness."
Yun Che explained:
"It’s more like an imbalance. A cultivator can continue training normally even with minor irregularities. The problem is that if they accumulate over a long period, they begin to affect performance."
Chen Ruyue became thoughtful.
"So it can affect cultivation?"
"It can. Not immediately, but it can reduce the efficiency of spiritual circulation and make recovery slower."
She took a deep breath.
"Then begin."
Yun Che began the treatment.
"Alright, take off your clothes."
She obeyed, slowly removing her clothes and displaying her majestic body to Yun Che.
Her movements were precise and controlled.
He didn’t need to rely solely on physical sensation. His spiritual vision allowed him to follow every change in the flow of energy and now also every involuntary tremor of her skin, every subtle contraction of her muscles, every shift in the rhythm of her breathing.
[Pressure adequate.]
[Spiritual flow increasing.]
[Micro-obstruction partially removed.]
Yun Che slightly adjusted the position of his hands. His thumbs slid from the base of her neck to her shoulders, then descended with deliberate slowness along her shoulder blades, clearing a path down her spine.
His warm palms traveled over her bare back, pressing meridian points while his fingers traced the contour of her ribs.
Chen Ruyue remained still.
At first, her posture was rigid.
Little by little, however, the tension began to ease.
Her shoulders relaxed.
Her breathing became slower and deeper.
His hands descended to her waist, circled it, and rose again, this time along the front.
His fingers found the lower curve of her breasts, weighed them carefully, then climbed to her already hardened nipples. He pinched them between thumb and forefinger, rolling them with the same precision he used on an acupuncture point.
A low moan escaped her throat, almost surprised.
After some time, she spoke, her voice a little uneven:
"It’s strange."
Yun Che remained focused. One thumb drew slow circles around a nipple; the other slid to the second breast, squeezing the soft flesh until she arched slightly against his palm.
"What is?"
"I feel the energy circulating differently." A longer, muffled moan. "Ah... hotter. More... lower."
"It’s because the pressure is helping release the area where it had been accumulating."
His hands descended. They passed over her tense abdomen, the curve of her hips, and calmly but firmly parted her thighs. His fingers found the already wet slit, gently spread her lips, and slid along the cleft from bottom to top until they reached her clitoris.
Chen Ruyue closed her eyes. Her lips parted.
"It’s a very different sensation from simply resting." The sentence came out between a sigh and a moan. "Nnh... Yun Che..."
"Resting reduces tension, but it doesn’t always correct the circulation."
Two fingers circled her clitoris with steady pressure, then descended and slowly penetrated her up to the knuckles. His thumb remained on her clitoris, rubbing in small, precise circles. The spiritual flow followed every internal contraction.
She stayed silent for a few seconds or tried to. Her hips moved against his hand. A louder moan tore through the silence.
Then she asked, her voice strained:
"Did you also learn this at the Refinement House?"
"I learned principles that can be applied here."
His fingers curled inside her, seeking the point that made the spiritual flow tremble. They found it. They pressed.
"Ah!" Her body arched. "But you were only there for a short time."
"Long enough to understand a few things."
Chen Ruyue opened her eyes. They were glazed, her pupils dilated. Her brows were furrowed with pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly; the nipples red and glistening where he had worked them.
"You really don’t like explaining where your knowledge comes from, do you?"
Yun Che smiled. He increased the rhythm of his fingers still controlled, still precise and leaned in to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking with the same discipline he used when pressing an energy point.
"Some knowledge is hard to explain."
She moaned loudly, her nails digging into the sheet.
"Or some secrets?"
He looked at her, his lips still wet from her breast.
"Perhaps both."
Chen Ruyue watched him for a few seconds, her chest heaving, her thighs trembling around his wrist.
Then she let out a small laugh that broke in the middle of another moan.
"You’re quite reserved."
"Is that bad?"
"Not necessarily." Her voice faltered when he added a third finger and sped up his thumb on her clitoris. "But it makes it hard to know what you’re really thinking. Oh god... keep going..."
Yun Che didn’t answer.
He continued the treatment.
Chen Ruyue’s spiritual energy began to circulate more and more evenly and more and more violently. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers.
Her breasts quivered with every moan. Her head fell back, neck exposed, mouth open.
[Spiritual flow stabilizing.]
[Tension reduced.]
[Circulation efficiency: 94%.]
Yun Che adjusted the pressure again. His fingers struck the right point with a relentless rhythm. His thumb rubbed her swollen clitoris without controlled mercy.
His other hand returned to her breasts, squeezing, twisting the nipples in the same cadence.
[Micro-obstruction eliminated.]
[Circulation efficiency: 97%.]