Early the next morning, Master, clutching a bottle of wine, skipped off to find Qingi Niang.
Judging by her enthusiasm, she probably wouldn’t be back anyti soon, perhaps not until she had drunk Qingi Niang dry.
After Master left, Chen Yin was left to contemplate his own predicant.
…Reaching the Grand Clarity Realm within a year…
Honestly, although his cultivation had plateaued at the Cloud Ascending Realm for a while, breaking through to the next stage, the Entering Gate Realm, wouldn’t be difficult.
Even reaching the Supre Clarity Realm with so effort was within his grasp.
But Grand Clarity within a year? That was a tall order.
Cultivation wasn’t just about accumulating spiritual energy and mastering techniques. It also required opportunity, luck, and breakthroughs in one’s understanding of the Dao.
Chen Yin had none of those.
He was used to relying on his swordsmanship, so focusing on cultivation felt like a chore.
His current spiritual energy reserves were about average for a Cloud Ascending Realm cultivator. It was his comprehension of the Dao, gained through his mastery of the sword, that allowed him to fight opponents far stronger than himself.
Without his sword, he was just a durable Cloud Ascending Realm cultivator.
Like experience points in an RPG, to reach the Grand Clarity Realm, Chen Yin first needed to find a way to absorb more spiritual energy.
The difference in spiritual energy between the Cloud Ascending Realm and the Grand Clarity Realm was vast. It wasn’t sothing he could simply cheat his way through. He needed external assistance.
So, Chen Yin entered the System Shop and started searching for suitable pills.
He browsed through countless options, but none of them were satisfactory.
There were many high-level pills, even legendary elixirs with impressive nas.
But his current permission level wasn’t high enough to access them.
The pills he could take were either too weak to be of much use or belonged to a completely different cultivation system, their potential side effects unknown.
And then there were the pills with vague and ominous descriptions.
Chen Yin hesitated. Should he really take these?
But that disrespectful old hag of a Master had rarely asked him for anything seriously. Although he didn’t know the reason, it was probably best to obey.
So, he started taking the pills, one after another.
The weaker pills were free anyway. Perhaps quantity could make up for quality.
Soon, the area around his cave was littered with empty bottles.
After taking pills for most of the day, pure spiritual energy surged through his ridians, his dantian expanding rapidly.
Waves of potent energy crashed against his ridians, threatening to tear them apart.
Chen Yin winced. He had taken too many.
The “Forgotten Everlasting Heart Sutra” imdiately activated, frantically repairing the damaged ridians. The conflicting sensations of tearing pain and soothing warmth made his face contort in a grimace.
It was a painful yet exhilarating experience.
This process continued for a long ti, Chen Yin completely focused on controlling the flow of energy within his body, oblivious to the passage of ti.
Finally, he let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
…He had finally absorbed all the energy.
His dantian was now overflowing with spiritual energy, almost bursting at the seams. He could break through to the next realm at any mont.
But he didn’t rush. He suddenly noticed a change in the scroll.
A faint blue light emanated from it, swirling through his ridians before flowing into his dantian.
Like a drop of dye in a clear pool of water, the vast expanse of spiritual energy within him turned a light blue.
Chen Yin had never seen anything like this before and curiously observed the changes in his dantian.
Finally, the transformation was complete, his dantian filled with a soft, blue glow. He didn’t feel any different, neither stronger nor weaker.
…It seed like it had just changed color.
As he was about to release so of the energy to test it out, he opened his eyes and jumped in surprise.
A beautiful face was inches from his own, so close that he could kiss her if he leaned forward slightly.
“Xiang’er? What are you doing? You scared .”
Xiang’er’s expression was strange, a mixture of guilt and worry.
She frowned at the empty bottles scattered around them, her eyes red-rimd. “Senior Brother… I-I’m sorry…”
Chen Yin was confused.
“What are you sorry for?”
“Do you… think Xiang’er is a promiscuous woman?”
She blinked at him timidly. “I-I’ll be more restrained tonight, I won’t be so shaless… Please don’t take these pills anymore, they’re bad for you…”
Chen Yin almost choked.
“…Xiang’er, are you being a little too sensitive?”
He said, wiping the sweat from his brow, “These are just cultivation pills, not aphrodisiacs. And definitely not Viagra.”
“B-but who takes so many pills at once?”
Xiang’er still looked unconvinced. “One pill is enough for a long cultivation session. Taking so many would cause your body to explode!”
Chen Yin’s lips twitched.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, Junior Sister.
“Master gave a deadline. I have to work hard to et her expectations.”
He casually placed his hands behind his head. “With the ‘Forgotten Everlasting Heart Sutra,’ I can be a bit reckless with my cultivation thods.”
“So… these really aren’t those kinds of pills?” Yu Xiang still looked doubtful.
“Just a thought… Could it be that Xiang’er wants to take those kinds of pills?”
“No way!”
Xiang’er’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m not that shaless…”
“Senior Brother, please don’t misunderstand…”
This girl was still so easily flustered. Chen Yin sighed and pulled her into his arms.
After a brief yelp of surprise, she snuggled against him contentedly.
“Honestly, I’d prefer it if you were a little more… forward.”
“Really?” Xiang’er blinked, her eyes wide.
“Of course.”
Chen Yin nodded seriously. After all, the contrast between her usual shy deanor and her passionate and unrestrained behavior in bed was incredibly appealing. It was one of her most endearing qualities.
Hearing this, Xiang’er said excitedly, “Then… Senior Brother, I won’t hold back anymore.”
Chen Yin: “…?”
“Senior Brother~”
She suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, her face flushed, her fingers fidgeting nervously. Her voice was soft and seductive as she whispered, “Xiang’er wants it…”
…But you were like a puddle of goo this morning! How did you recover so quickly?
Chen Yin was surprised by how much his Junior Sister had changed after getting a taste.
But it wasn’t just her.
Even Senior Sister, after overcoming her initial fear of pain, had beco quite proactive.
Were all won like this? He wasn’t sure. He would need more data.
But seeing his sweet and innocent Junior Sister looking at him with such a seductive and alluring expression, Chen Yin felt that no man could refuse.
He sighed dramatically.
“Oh, alright.”
“We can postpone the cultivation.”
Indeed, won were the bane of his swordsmanship.
Chen Yin had underestimated just how clingy this little kitten could be.
It wasn’t until evening that he finally managed to coax the exhausted Yu Xiang to sleep. He went to the kitchen to prepare so food.
He hadn’t eaten properly all day, too busy with other “activities.”
There were fish in the pond behind the house, plump and delicious snow mountain fish, a local delicacy. Chen Yin enjoyed making fish soup with them.
He caught a fish, simred it until the soup turned a milky white, then added chopped scallions, cilantro, and a few drops of his special blend of spices.
Finally, he carried the fragrant fish soup back to the room.
“Dinner’s ready~”
Xiang’er was hiding under the blankets, only her bright eyes peeking out.
“Senior Brother, I can’t get up…”
“That’s what happens when you’re so insatiable.” Chen Yin casually served himself a bowl of soup.
Honestly, once she got started, Xiang’er’s energy was boundless, making it hard for him to resist.
No wonder she was always so exhausted afterward.
Xiang’er pouted, her eyes sparkling.
“Senior Brother, Xiang’er wants so too…”
“Then get up and have so.”
“But it’s all your fault, Senior Brother! Xiang’er can’t move!”
Chen Yin sighed. “Then what do you want to do?”
“Feed .”
Yu Xiang blinked mischievously, hiding a smile under the blankets.
Chen Yin served her a bowl of fish soup, carefully blowing on it to cool it down, then watched as she opened her mouth and took a sip.
Her full, red lips, glistening with the soup’s sheen, looked incredibly tempting.
The warm soup flowed down her throat, and Xiang’er smiled contentedly, her body relaxing.
“Senior Brother’s fish soup is the best!”
“I can teach you how to make it if you want.”
“I don’t want to learn.”
Xiang’er pouted. “If I don’t learn, Senior Brother will have to make it for forever.”
“You sly little fox.”
Chen Yin flicked her nose playfully, and Xiang’er giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.
As he fed her, spoonful by spoonful, Chen Yin’s gaze lingered on her full, red lips.
He suddenly had an idea. He hadn’t tried that position yet.
“Xiang’er, as a reward for the delicious fish soup, I’ll teach you sothing fun later, okay?” he said seriously.
“Okay!”
Yu Xiang, at that mont, had no idea what her mischievous Senior Brother had in store for her.
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