24: Sister Leng, I'm here to "heal" your wounds!

A few days had passed since the incident at the Yanfa Terrace, and the Canglan Sacred Sect had seemingly returned to its former tranquility.

The topics of conversation among the Disciples gradually shifted from the shock of Divine Son Lu crippling Tang Wu with a single punch to the legendary details of his unprecedented thirty-seven Heavenly Tribulations, becoming more and more fantastical with each telling.

There was no movement from Tang Wu's side; it was said he had been recovering from his injuries in his own courtyard. Grand Elder Tang Zhen also kept a low profile, closing his doors to guests.

But Lu Yu knew that this was merely the calm before the storm.

Secretly, the fishing lines beneath the water were likely tightening even further.

He hadn't been idle these past few days, consolidating his newly broken-through Nascent Soul Stage Realm while adapting to his Physical Body, which had become so strong it felt exaggerated even to him after being tempered by Heavenly Thunder containing a trace of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder and the profound yin cold jade origin.

He felt that now, without even using spiritual energy, he could easily crush a Cultivator at the seventh or eighth level of the Nascent Soul Stage with just his fists!

On the other hand, he was also secretly keeping an eye on the movements around the guest courtyard.

As Leng Qingshuang had expected, there were indeed some faint, scrutinizing gazes, but they were all fended off by the even more hidden presence of the Holy Master's Secret Guards.

Lin Wanqiu was Cultivating even more diligently. After witnessing her Revered Master's inhuman Undergoing Tribulation scene, the young girl seemed to be pumped up, determined to catch up to her Revered Master's footsteps.

The potential of the Nirvana Phoenix Body was also steadily developing, with her progress being rapid. The Nine Revolutions Nirvana Scripture was inherently the most suitable Cultivation Technique for the Nirvana Phoenix Body.

Furthermore, as the Divine Son of the colossal Heavenly Evolution Immortal Sect, Lu Yu himself had no shortage of Cultivation resources.

During her half-month at the Canglan Sacred Sect, Lin Wanqiu had already Cultivated the Nine Revolutions Nirvana Scripture to the third rotation, reaching the level of a heavenly grade Cultivation Technique and standing out even among those. Once she reached the fourth rotation, it would step into the level of an Immortal Grade Cultivation Technique.

Lu Yu's primary focus was not the Nine Revolutions Nirvana Scripture, but rather the Immortal Grade Blazing Sun True Fire Art, which was more suitable for his Nine Yang Haori Body.

Luo Qingxue would occasionally visit, sometimes bringing freshly picked spiritual fruits from the Sect, and sometimes exchanging observations about the Sect's unusual movements under the guise of discussing Cultivation Techniques.

The relationship between the two had clearly grown much closer after the Yanfa Terrace incident; at least when Luo Qingxue faced Lu Yu, her deliberate coldness and distance had faded significantly.

However, her face still maintained a cold expression, partly because her Physique was the Profound Yin Sacred Body and partly because it was her natural personality.

Although she would still occasionally blush and glare at him reproachfully due to a few of Lu Yu's deliberate teases, the atmosphere was generally harmonious, and a tacit understanding was even faintly growing between them.

That night, the crescent moon was like a hook, and the starlight was dim.

Lu Yu was currently regulating his breathing in the quiet room when he suddenly felt something, his brow furrowing slightly.

It wasn't an external enemy, but rather... a subtle pull originating from within his body.

He looked inward and discovered that the purple-gold Nascent Soul figure within his Dantian, along with the Nine Yang Haori power circulating throughout his body, seemed a bit... restless?

It was as if they had sensed something either of the same Origin or something opposing, yet desperately needing to merge.

That was it—Leng Qingshuang.

He had helped her suppress and expel the poison twice, especially the "deep treatment" the first time in the Secret Realm and the second time in the Tingtao Pavilion; the spiritual energy and even parts of the Origins of the two had already developed a profound connection.

He had refined her profound yin cold jade origin within his body, while his Nine Yang Qi also remained within hers.

This connection was like two rivers that had once merged; even if they were temporarily separated, the depths of their water veins remained connected.

He could faintly sense that in the direction of the Tingtao Pavilion, the Nine Yang Haori Qi remaining in Leng Qingshuang's body was becoming unstable, carrying an aura of dull pain and weakness.

As expected, the root of the Nine Nether Profound Darkness Fiend Poison within her was not so easily cleared; the first two times were merely suppression and weakening. The deeper residual poison was likely now launching a counterattack.

"Tsk, she really is a troublesome woman."

Lu Yu rubbed the space between his brows, but even as he spoke, he stood up with an expectant smile.

Thinking of Leng Qingshuang's enchanting and graceful figure struggling to maintain her composure under his pressure, a personality so different from her usual majestic Holy Revered Master self, his heart couldn't help but wander into romantic fantasies.

Publicly, she was the Canglan Holy Master, and only by stabilizing her could the overall situation be maintained.

Privately... those romantic and awkward yet very real intimate contacts had long ago tied a tangled web of Karma between the two.

Since she had already lost her chastity to him twice, she was undoubtedly his woman. How could he just sit by and do nothing?

He instructed Lin Wanqiu to Cultivate on her own and contact him with a Communication Talisman if there was an emergency, then quietly left the guest courtyard, making his way toward the Tingtao Pavilion along a familiar path.

With the experience of the previous two times, combined with his current Nascent Soul Stage cultivation and more powerful Physical Body, it was even easier for him to avoid the Sect's Restrictions and patrolling Disciples.

The Tingtao Pavilion still stood solitary above the sea of clouds on the high peak, looking like a crystal palace in the night, emitting a cold, ghostly light.

There were no guards outside the pavilion, as Leng Qingshuang disliked being disturbed.

Lu Yu, like a ghost in the dark night, landed lightly on the platform outside the pavilion. He raised his hand to knock on the familiar window lattice, only to find that the window was actually ajar, leaving a small gap.

Hmm?

There were no lights inside, only the faint glow of night pearls peeking through the gap.

His heart stirred as he gently pushed open the window and slipped inside.

The pavilion was filled with that familiar cold fragrance, like a clear spring from a snowy mountain, but today, there seemed to be a trace of an extremely faint, hard-to-detect sweet, metallic scent mixed in.

That was... the smell of suppressed pain and poisonous blood.

By the hazy glow of the night pearls, Lu Yu saw Leng Qingshuang lying on her side on the jade bed in the inner room.

She was wearing plain white sleeping robes, and her devilishly curvaceous figure was faintly visible beneath them, presenting a hazy and seductive beauty that easily stirred romantic thoughts.

Her long hair was scattered across the pillow like a waterfall; she seemed to be asleep.

But Lu Yu could clearly see the fine sweat covering her pale forehead, her slightly trembling eyelashes, and her bloodless lips which remained tightly pursed even in sleep.

Her breathing was shallow but carried a heavily suppressed turbulence, and an ice-blue spiritual light was faintly clashing with a stubborn, grayish-black wisp of Qi around her body.

The poison had flared up, and it seemed to have seeped deeper into her marrow than the last two times he had seen her, though the overall amount had decreased significantly.

It seemed the frequency of helping Sister Leng clear her channels wasn't frequent enough, allowing this Nine Nether Profound Darkness Fiend Poison to counterattack again!

It appeared that the backlash of the nine nether profound dark balefulness became more ferocious each time.

Lu Yu walked to the bedside, watched quietly for a moment, and then called out softly, "Sister Leng."

Leng Qingshuang's body jerked violently, and she suddenly snapped her eyes open!

In those ice-blue eyes, there was initially an instant of sharpness and vigilance, but upon seeing it was Lu Yu, the sharpness turned into shock, which was then replaced by bashful annoyance and a trace of undetectable panic.

She tried to sit up, but seemed to trigger her internal injuries, letting out a muffled groan with her brow tightly furrowed.

"You... why are you here again?!"

Her voice was weak, yet she struggled to maintain her dignity.

"Get out! This seat... does not need you..."