"You rogue, using this item to tempt —are you trying to test if my Daoist heart is steadfast?" Xiang Xiangzi took a deep breath, then turned around with a radiant smile. "I am no one who forgets loyalty for gain. Besides, what I truly desire is not the Seven-Colored Stone, but you, Taiyi."
As she spoke, she reached out her fair fingers and lightly brushed Li Yi’s cheek. Her sumptuous and delicate body took the opportunity to fall into his embrace.
She sought to reveal her most vulnerable side, proving that her intentions held no duplicity.
Li Yi took a step back to avoid her, then sat down cross-legged, gazing at the sea of clouds outside the window. "Immortal, the Primordial Spirit Flower resides within . My soul has already perceived it. Since you are willing to entrust with your life, I will not betray that trust. Otherwise, I wouldn’t share the secrets of the Seven-Colored Stone with you."
Then, he extended his palm, revealing a withered and shriveled flower bud. Though only a bud, it remained crystalline and ethereal, like an unreal dream.
This was Xiang Xiangzi’s Primordial Spirit Flower, though it had now regressed into a re bud, waiting for the day it could bloom anew.
"Flowers may bloom again, but youth does not return. There’s no ti to waste—please impart your techniques, Immortal."
With a single thought, he summoned the Seven-Colored Stone, which floated before Xiang Xiangzi, its surging energy perating her entire being. Even though she made no attempt to absorb the Spiritual Energy, the aura around her continued to rise at an incredible pace.
Fetal Breathing Realm, Primordial Light Realm, Five Qi Realm—first layer, second layer... Xiang Xiangzi’s cultivation was restoring itself at an unimaginable speed.
Even with the loss of the Three Flowers, she still stood as a formidable cultivation expert.
Yet Li Yi’s actions weren’t a test; they were an expression of trust. Holding Xiang Xiangzi’s Primordial Spirit Flower, he controlled her life and death, but he remained forthright, using the Seven-Colored Stone to help her restore so of her strength.
Xiang Xiangzi slowly approached, her form glowing, her feet enveloped in auspicious clouds, restoring a touch of her forr Immortal grandeur. Watching Li Yi’s figure from behind, she smiled, and with slender fingers poised, the Primordial Spirit Flower in Li Yi’s hand began to radiate light. In the faint luminescence, a graceful silhouette erged.
"Taiyi, I shall use the power of my Primordial Spirit to impart to you Heavenly Dao Sect’s Heaven and Earth Qi Gathering Technique, along with the River Dividing Land thod, Cloud Riding and Mist Traversing, and Dragon-Subduing and Tiger-Suppressing Skill."
As she spoke, the elegant shadow of the Primordial Spirit Flower ascended like a celestial maiden, rushing straight to Li Yi’s brow.
In an instant, Li Yi felt his consciousness plunge into an abyss of chaos.
Within the chaos, Xiang Xiangzi’s Primordial Spirit manifested, resembling a luminous humanoid being. At this mont, she transmitted Daoist techniques and imparted profound teachings. Instantly, countless exquisite Daoist skills appeared within his consciousness.
Though he was learning and observing them for the first ti, to Li Yi it felt as though he had cultivated them for countless years, rendering these supre techniques utterly effortless.
Xiang Xiangzi held nothing back, sharing openly and completely.
These were her most treasured secrets, the essence of Heavenly Dao Sect’s inheritance. If this had occurred before the End of Dharma, teaching such forbidden knowledge would have been seen as a betrayal of her sect; protectors would have apprehended her, stripped her cultivation, subjected her to divine punishnt, and obliterated her entirely.
Ti passed little by little.
Once the transmission ended, Xiang Xiangzi, drenched in sweat, collapsed, her body nearly exhausted.
Had the Seven-Colored Stone not restored so of her cultivation, she wouldn’t have been able to endure.
But looking at Taiyi, his brow glowing and his body encircled by silvery energy, exuding the majesty of a deity descending to earth, as though he were the reincarnation of a Taoist Ancestor—she felt it had all been worthwhile.
Not wishing to disturb Li Yi’s cultivation,
Xiang Xiangzi waved her Daoist robe, sending the Seven-Colored Stone to Li Yi’s side. Then, supporting her weary body, she walked out of the Cultivation Cabin.
Once outside, she ford a spell with her fingers, exhaling turbid breaths. Using her mana, she cleansed herself, standing atop the auspicious clouds, apart from the world, shedding all mortal dust, and regaining her Immortal elegance.
"Ah, Immortal! Your strength has returned?" Tu Daoist, trembling, slurped noodles from a bucket of instant ran. Seeing Xiang Xiangzi floating in the air above him, riding auspicious clouds, he was instantly dumbfounded.
"We agreed we’d face the End of Dharma together—how is it that you’ve taken to the skies?"
"You wretched bald thing, can you shut your mouth? Even hearing your voice makes feel sick." Xiang Xiangzi extended her fair hand, a stream of light surging forth.
"River Dividing Land thod? Immortal, though this old Daoist is bald, I surely don’t deserve to die!" Tu Daoist hurriedly yelled.
Xiang Xiangzi smirked coldly, lowering her hand. "This Immortal was simply warning you—don’t hold anything back when imparting techniques in the future. If not for your Call Wind and Summon Rain spell having so rit, this Immortal wouldn’t have tolerated you remaining at Taiyi’s side. Do not shout and wail, and if you disturb Taiyi’s cultivation, you might as well fly off Dao Court Mountain yourself, lest this Immortal be forced to act personally."
With that, she retreated into the living quarters, slamming the door shut behind her.
Tu Daoist imdiately fell silent, crouching outside the living quarters, eating his instant ran while letting tears of humiliation quietly roll down his face.
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