Seeing Su Ji struggle repeatedly, forcing himself to endure despite his exhaustion, Su Jiu’s heart softened despite herself.
Her eyes flickered, and the robe woven from [Hundred-Refined Heavenly Silk] silently unfurled around her.
One by one, crystalline threads stretched out like sentient vines, extending gently to entwine Su Ji.
The threads did not wrap carelessly but instead aligned precisely with the meridian pathways in his weakened body. Like resilient yet steady braces, they corrected the flow of qi that was on the verge of dispersing.
Su Ji’s body trembled slightly.
A cool, soothing surge of spiritual energy seeped slowly into him through the threads. It felt like a building on the verge of collapse suddenly supported by unyielding pillars. The weakness remained, but the scorching pain and fatigue in his meridians were now held firmly in check by this external force.
The back he had hunched from sheer exertion began to straighten gradually under this steadiness.
Time passed quietly.
Su Ji’s breathing grew heavier, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
At last.
At the tip of his finger, a droplet of spiritual liquid, faintly shimmering like morning dew, coalesced slowly into form.
“First cup.”
Su Jiu said nothing.
Su Ji guided the drop downward, letting it fall gently.
Su Jiu let out a soft sigh.
A current of pure, intensely refined warmth streamed in from the acupoint at the soles of her feet, instantly surging through all her limbs and bones.
It was like parched land receiving a long-awaited rain. Her dry meridians greedily absorbed the nourishment.
She looked up at Su Ji’s pale face, pressed her lips together unconsciously, and a flicker of complex emotion crossed her eyes.
“Senior Brother.”
“Two more cups.”
Su Ji gritted his teeth without responding. He closed his eyes once more, gathering his spirit.
The formation of the second drop of spiritual liquid was far harder than the first.
He felt his very soul tremble. Darkness crept at the edges of his vision, and his focus nearly scattered.
Just as his strength was about to give out—
A gentle yet resilient surge of spiritual energy flowed in through the connection of the threads, firmly shielding several vital acupoints.
It was Su Jiu, using the tool to bear part of his burden and stabilize his foundation.
Warmth welled up in Su Ji’s heart, and his nearly shattered will miraculously re-coalesced.
“Hum—”
The second drop of liquid finally took shape.
The process was similar to before.
But this time, Su Jiu’s reaction was noticeably stronger.
A faint blush tinted her cheeks. Her breathing hitched. Those usually lively fox-like eyes became hazy, shimmering with a watery light. As her gaze wandered, it revealed an unusual tenderness.
“Senior Brother…” Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of unconscious dependence. “Keep going…”
Su Ji felt as if he had reached his limit.
This was hardly a matter of “self-imposed three cups”—it was outright testing his cultivation foundation!
“The last cup!” He shouted lowly, like a last-ditch gambit.
With no reserve left, he drove his dark-golden inner core to its absolute peak!
Violent spiritual energy surged and clashed through his meridians, bringing searing pain—yet also forcing out traces of unprecedented potential.
At the same time, a drop of liquid, even more radiant and brimming with life than before, quiveringly formed at his fingertip.
Su Jiu stared at that drop of shimmering essence, then at Su Ji’s expression. A flicker of clear pain crossed her eyes.
“Senior Brother.”
She looked at him, his reflection clear in her eyes.
The corners of her lips lifted. Her smile bore a faint, girlish shyness, and also… a hint of the Little Fox’s sly cleverness.
The spiritual energy melted into her palm as it entered. Vast and pure, mixed with a refined, orchid-like scent, it poured without reservation into her dantian.
Boom—
This unrefined, pure qi surged like a spring tide through her parched meridians, nourishing every hidden injury.
Su Jiu’s face flushed scarlet, as if bathed in sunset clouds. She dared not look at Su Ji any longer. She turned swiftly, leaving him only with the sight of her slightly trembling back.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
