Late at night, inside the room.
After converting all the surrounding spiritual energy into spiritual power, Bai Qianshuang, sensing the fullness of power within her body, slowly opened her beautiful eyes. Seated on the bed, she had solidified her breakthrough to the mid-stage Golden Core realm. As she felt the strength coursing through her, she murmured to herself, "Why is there not a single trace of impurity in the spiritual energy here?"
Lately, Bai Qianshuang had been puzzled by the sudden, endless surge of spiritual energy in a room that had previously only contained faint wisps of it. It was like a dried-up well in a barren land suddenly overflowing with an inexhaustible water source—something she couldn’t quite comprehend. Unable to find an answer, the young woman could only focus on her cultivation.
After all, the power gained through cultivation was the only real thing.
"With a Heavenly Dao Body blessed by the world’s fortune, I won’t encounter any barriers in my cultivation. In less than ten years, I can step into the Nascent Soul realm," Bai Qianshuang whispered to herself. This was already an incredibly fast pace of advancement.
A Nascent Soul cultivator under thirty was a rarity even on the Tianxuan Continent—an unattainable dream for those who spent their entire lives stuck at the Foundation Establishment or Qi Refinement stages.
Cultivation depended first on talent, then on resources—with talent being the foremost factor.
Bai Qianshuang knew her aptitude was exceptional, but even so, it was far from enough for revenge.
Her master, at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm, had still been surrounded and killed by the villains of the Qingyun Sect, his soul obliterated, forever denied reincarnation.
At this thought, Bai Qianshuang’s nails dug into her palms. She had to avenge her master and her mother.
First, to settle her heart’s desire. Second, because if she didn’t, the resentment would fester into inner demons, becoming the greatest obstacle in her future cultivation.
Hunted for years, she had never had the chance to cultivate in peace. Now, staying with Ye Chuan had unexpectedly become a perfect opportunity.
And Ye Chuan had promised he would find a way back. Until then, Bai Qianshuang had to cultivate until she possessed the strength for vengeance.
And also—
The strength to protect Ye Chuan.
"You may be strong, but the firearms of this world can still kill you," Ye Chuan had once said.
So Bai Qianshuang needed to keep pushing forward.
Until she was strong enough to protect everything around her.
"Sword, come." With a flicker of her beautiful eyes, the immortal sword resting nearby soared into the air. In a flash of blade light, the apples on the table were peeled clean.
Bai Qianshuang’s control over spiritual power had reached a near-microscopic level. After she finished peeling the apples with her sword, the table remained completely unharmed.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch." With a light tap of her fingers, the apples floated into her hand. She took a few crisp bites, her cheeks puffing up as she chewed.
Better eat something first. Cultivation couldn’t be rushed.
Though she had long since transcended the need for food, she was simply indulging her cravings. Before, Bai Qianshuang might have made excuses for it, but now she didn’t bother.
After finishing several apples, she polished off two packs of dried fruit and some chips before patting her flat stomach and getting out of bed.
A glance outside confirmed it was already night.
Uncertain how long she had been cultivating, Bai Qianshuang checked her phone.
Hmm. Just over a day.
In the dead of night, she had initially planned to rest a little, but then she sensed something—a strange disturbance coming from nearby.
"Ye Chuan’s room?" Bai Qianshuang frowned. This was the first time she had ever heard such noises from his room.
Extending her divine sense, she quickly grasped what was happening inside—
They were cultivating.
"……" Bai Qianshuang remained motionless, continuing to observe Ye Chuan and Luo Xi’s actions with her divine sense.
She could tell that as Luo Xi continuously absorbed the Primordial Spirit Liquid, her body was being nourished, showing faint signs of stepping onto the path of cultivation.
Legends said that an immortal’s breath alone could grant mortals centuries of cultivation.
Though Ye Chuan was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, such intimate cultivation still bestowed Luo Xi with considerable benefits.
Truthfully, Bai Qianshuang wasn’t unfamiliar with such scenes. On the Tianxuan Continent, many cultivators practiced this way, and plenty of sect disciples cultivated alongside their Dao companions.
But after watching Luo Xi go through several rounds, Bai Qianshuang noticed she still struggled to adapt. After all, Luo Xi had no foundation in cultivation—she was just an ordinary mortal.
Bai Qianshuang silently observed for a full hour.
Not out of curiosity, of course. It was just that deep cultivation required someone to stand guard, and she was merely ensuring Ye Chuan and Luo Xi didn’t encounter any mishaps during the process.
Preventing any risk of Qi deviation.
That was all.
At least, that was what Bai Qianshuang told herself.
"If I cultivated with Ye Chuan, would it speed up my progress?" The moment the words left her lips, Bai Qianshuang froze, her usually expressionless face betraying rare emotion.
She silently pulled the blanket over her head.
Better get some rest first.
……
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, when Ye Chuan woke up, it was only around eight or nine.
"Did I sleep so little?" He had cultivated until the early hours, meaning he had only gotten a few hours of rest.
Luo Xi was still curled up in his arms, sleeping like a kitten.
Her face was peaceful, a few strands of hair sticking to her lips, making her look utterly adorable.
"Just as I thought…" Ye Chuan reached out to check Luo Xi’s condition and confirmed that her body now contained traces of spiritual power. After all, she had absorbed plenty of spirit liquid—both above and below—allowing the energy to nourish her directly.
Rubbing his chin, Ye Chuan suddenly remembered the matter of extracting spiritual roots.
He could probably give Luo Xi a decent spiritual root and physique, but since she hadn’t started cultivating yet, there was no rush.
For now, he’d let the spirit liquid slowly temper her body.
Today’s rewards had also arrived. With Lilith’s increased favorability, he now earned 24,000 daily, along with a decent amount of points.
"Let’s see if I can exchange for something good." Browsing the points store, Ye Chuan’s gaze lingered on the magic treasures section.
"Too bad. Guess I’ll keep saving."
A few decent treasures had caught his eye, but their point costs were still too high. For now, he’d have to keep stockpiling.
"If only I had a few more tenants…" Ye Chuan muttered.
Just then, he felt the girl in his arms stir. Looking down, he saw Luo Xi blinking awake.
"Awake?"
"Hehe, Chuan-Chuan…" Luo Xi’s voice was sweet and playful as she nuzzled against his neck, her eyes squinting happily.
"What time is it?"
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