The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL] Chapter 294: Cave Cultivation

Xu Feng’s contented sigh reverberated through the surreal space as he rubbed his overstuffed belly. His gaze drifted off into the distant, beautiful landscape, lost in thought. It was a rare mont of tranquility, with Xu Hu Zhe having fallen asleep, his face nearly planted into the remnants of their al.

As soon as Xu Feng turned off feast mode, the remaining food on the makeshift table disappeared into thin air, as if consud by so unseen force. It appeared that Dong Yang, the oh so scary spectral figure, had chosen to hoard the "tribute" that had been offered to him.

A small, mischievous smile tugged at Xu Feng’s lips as he observed the peculiar behavior of the Xuan Ancestor. Even ghosts, he mused, could show endearing qualities.

This ancestor was so different from a certain Xuan Yang who only enjoyed teasing him, and spoiling Xuan Jian! Even as he complained internally, Xu Feng’s smile grew wider and wider as he began to rub at his stomach again.

His fingers continued to lazily rub his protruding belly in the aftermath of his gluttonous feast. However, his playful deanor shifted when he noticed Dong Yang’s cold and disapproving gaze. Xu Feng glanced at the spectral figure as if caught in the act of sothing forbidden.

Rubbing his poor food baby!

Slowly, he withdrew his hand from his overindulgent belly and averted his eyes from the icy specter. Instead, he shifted his attention to Xu Hu Zhe, who slumbered deeply nearby.

Xu Feng couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the sleeping youth. It reminded him of his own first visit to this mysterious space when he had been equally fatigued. Xu Hu Zhe, having eaten the aura rich vegetables from the Xuan Ancestor’s garden, had likely pushed himself beyond the limits of his endurance.

While cultivating in the cave was a better use of ti, Xu Hu Zhe didn’t actually know how to cultivate, and he couldn’t share the specter’s cultivation thod without his permission.

As Xu Feng contemplated his next course of action, the voice of the Xuan Ancestor echoed through the ethereal surroundings, ringing in his mind.

The title "Your guest," was infused with such intense disdain, making Xu Feng want to choke in response to the clear disapproval of his decision to bring another outsider into the space.

However, the words that followed left Xu Feng montarily taken aback. "He will digest the energy slowly. Cultivate in the formation." It was an unexpected turn with clear care despite the specter’s icy nature.

"This great ancestor is benevolent," Xu Feng responded with as much restraint as possible. His smile was barely restrained. The Xuan Ancestor was just like his descendant.

They were both sweethearts who preferred to be cranky grandpas on the regular.

The small nook within the cave was the focal point of the cultivation formation, drawing in the rich aura from the surrounding space and concentrating it. It was a logical arrangent, Xu Feng thought as he stood at the center of the formation.

After all, he had been invited back by the Xuan Ancestor to cultivate, and that was precisely what he intended to do, without any hesitation or sha.

Xu Feng launched himself into the cultivation process, seamlessly connecting with the flow of energy in the space. The familiar sensations enveloped him, and he found himself slipping effortlessly into the rhythm of the practice.

Unlike the first ti he had visited this cave, the Xuan Ancestor’s guidance was no longer necessary; he knew exactly what to do.

As he cultivated, the energy swirled around him, forming intricate patterns that pulsed with a vibrant glow. Xu Feng’s eyes remained closed, and his focus was unbroken, despite his awareness of the specter’s presence in the cave.

He could feel its eyes on him, but it didn’t disturb his concentration or the flow of energy that coursed through him.

However, at a certain point, Xu Feng sensed a gentle touch on his abdon. His initial thoughts swirled with suspicion. Was the Xuan Ancestor attempting to tamper with his dantian or so other strange intention?

Recently there were more immortal bloods roaming the mountains with old clans competing to be the one to inherit the blood of their immortal beast ancestor.

It’s unknown where the ancestors went into seclusion. With the ti limit drawing near, nowhere was safe.

Maybe the Xuan Ancestor was just as bad as those unconscionable clan elders...

Yet, those doubts soon dissipated as a soothing sensation spread from the point of contact.

A shallow warmth emanated from his belly, calming his nerves and washing away his doubts. Xu Feng felt an influx of power surging into his core, and he couldn’t help but smile and relax into the mont.

The cultivation process was transford into sothing far more enjoyable with this unexpected assistance. He couldn’t help but appreciate the irritable grandpa ghost.

As Xu Feng continued to cultivate within the small nook of the cave, a tiny transformation began to occur within his stomach. The energy that had been gently introduced by the spectral touch now pulsed like a brilliant, living river, flowing through his ridians and pooling within his dantian.

It felt as though a vibrant whirlpool of power had ford at the core of his being, drawing in and refining the surrounding aura with each passing mont.

The energy within him seed to take on a life of its own, circulating with grace and precision, like a masterful dance choreographed by nature itself. It was as though every fiber of his being was in harmony with the gentle and powerful energy of the cave, the plants, and the very air that surrounded him.

The aura in the cave was electrifying, and the energy movents within Xu Feng’s body beca increasingly concentrated. He could sense the life force of the plants, their essence pulsating in sync with his own.

Even as the hunger built within, he didn’t want to wake up from the sensations. At so point, he felt a liquid touch his lips and the hunger faded away. Then once again, he was entrapped by the flow of the energy.