354: Yao Delong's "old profession"

"Ah!"

Luo Miaomiao exclaimed, her hands subconsciously wrapping around Yao Delong's neck, burying her burning cheeks against his chest.

Yao Delong flashed, appearing like a ghost directly on the bed in Luo Miaomiao's quiet room.

After placing a simple sound-proof Restriction, the room was suddenly filled with spring.

The light gauze curtains slowly fell, concealing the beauty within the room.

Clothes were shed, revealing the maiden's skin like mutton-fat jade.

Yao Delong guided skillfully, and Luo Miaomiao, from her initial shyness and clumsiness, gradually became active and responsive.

The two's Qi resonated, their True Yuan circulating endlessly, as the extremely rigid and extremely soft energies formed a mysterious cycle within their bodies.

When their minds and energy fluctuations reached an unprecedented resonance, falling into that supreme Realm of perfect harmony—

[Ding! Deep Yin-Yang Harmony with the target completed! The target's Cultivation Technique compatibility: extremely high! Successfully absorbed the pure water-type Origin power! yin yang points +50! Current yin-yang value: 475!]

The System's notification sounded in Yao Delong's mind.

A stream of pure and cool primal yin power surged into Yao Delong's body, blending with his domineering blazing yang Yuan power. Although the improvement to his Mid Nascent Soul Stage cultivation was minimal, it refreshed his spirit, and his Divine Soul felt as if it had been cleansed.

Luo Miaomiao, meanwhile, felt a vast and gentle Pure Yang Yuan Power surge into her limbs and bones. The Bottleneck that had been stuck at the Peak of the Middle Golden Core Stage, under the impact of this powerful force, actually began to loosen violently!

"Mm..."

Luo Miaomiao let out a satisfied and lazy moan, lying on Yao Delong's broad chest. Her flushed face had not yet faded, but her beautiful eyes were full of surprise and a hint of urgency: "Delong... I... I feel like I'm about to have a Breakthrough! The barrier has loosened!"

Yao Delong kissed her smooth forehead gently and smiled: "Then what are you waiting for? Go into seclusion to consolidate, and strive to make the Breakthrough in one go!"

"Mm!"

Luo Miaomiao nodded vigorously, her eyes full of gratitude and affection. She quickly got up, hurriedly threw on her outer robe, and without even bothering to tidy her messy dark hair, rushed impatiently towards the adjacent Cultivate quiet room.

The opportunity for a Breakthrough is fleeting; she must seize it!

Watching Luo Miaomiao disappear at the entrance of the quiet room, Yao Delong also quickly tidied his clothes.

With the yin-yang value in hand, time was tight and the task was heavy.

He flashed, leaving Spirit Water Peak, and headed towards Liu Rumei's residence on Heavenly Sword Peak.

However, when he quietly snuck into Liu Rumei's residence, he found that the beauty was not there.

The courtyard was cold and quiet, with only a few fallen leaves dancing in the wind.

"Not here?" Yao Delong frowned slightly, feeling a bit disappointed.

It seemed Liu Rumei was either in seclusion or out on a mission.

He did not linger, turning to return to the last destination of this trip—Luoxia Peak, Lin Qingxue's residence.

Luoxia Peak, Lin Qingxue's residence.

Several spirit bamboos were planted in the courtyard, elegant and quiet.

As soon as Yao Delong stepped into the courtyard, he sensed two familiar auras.

He saw his Revered Master, Leng Yuekui, wearing a moon-white dress with a cold temperament, sitting at the stone table in the courtyard with Lin Qingxue, who was wearing a goose-yellow dress and looking petite and lovely.

Spirit tea and several plates of exquisite snacks were placed on the stone table, and the two seemed to be chatting about something, the atmosphere quite harmonious.

"Senior Brother!"

Lin Qingxue was the first to notice Yao Delong, standing up in surprise, her little face full of joy.

Leng Yuekui also turned her head, her cold eyes falling on Yao Delong, and the corners of her mouth rarely curled into a faint smile: "Delong? You've come just in time."

Yao Delong's heart skipped a beat, thinking something was wrong.

He had come to "farm yin-yang value," so how did he run into his Revered Master? It seemed his "good deed" was going to fall through.

He bit the bullet and walked over, bowing respectfully: "Disciple greets Revered Master. Junior Sister Qingxue."

"No need for formalities."

Leng Yuekui signaled for him to sit down, her gaze carrying a hint of teasing as she looked at Lin Qingxue, "Qingxue was just chatting with me about that book you wrote... um... 'Cauldron Chronicle'? She said the plot is full of twists and turns, the characters are vividly portrayed, especially the protagonist's path of counter-attack, which made her heart race. I am also quite interested. Since you are here, why not tell us about the subsequent plot development?"

Lin Qingxue nodded repeatedly from the side, her big eyes blinking as she looked at Yao Delong, full of anticipation: "Yes, Senior Brother! How did that protagonist who was treated as a Cauldron later kill that vicious female cultivator? Tell us quickly!"

Yao Delong looked at the two stunning beauties in front of him—one cold as the moon, one petite and flower-like—both looking at him with expectant eyes... He suddenly felt a headache coming on, sighing in his heart: My yin-yang value! I've completely turned into a storyteller now!

He made a bitter face, sat down helplessly, and cleared his throat: "Ahem... well... the story goes that the protagonist was imprisoned in a dark, sunless cold pool dungeon, forcibly harvested by that demoness every day, his cultivation lost, his Meridians severed, and he was on the verge of death..."

Leng Yuekui picked up the spirit tea, took an elegant sip, a hint of imperceptible smile in her eyes.

Lin Qingxue rested her chin on her hands, listening intently, completely immersed in the story.

On the afternoon at Luoxia Peak, sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, casting mottled shadows. Accompanied by Yao Delong's expressive and vivid storytelling, time slipped away quietly.

At dusk, the sunset glowed like fire, dyeing the spirit bamboo in the courtyard a warm gold.

Yao Delong's expressive voice was still recounting how the protagonist of 'Cauldron Chronicle' seized a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, using a moment of the demoness's negligence to mix a faint, highly toxic essence of 'Bone-Eroding Grass' into his own Yuan Yang that was being harvested, silently backfiring...

"...The demoness was immersed in the pleasure of her rapidly rising cultivation when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart meridian, and a cold, vicious force instantly eroded her Nascent Soul Origin! She was shocked and furious, shouting sternly: 'You... what have you done?!' The protagonist just raised his head, and on his blood-stained face, for the first time, revealed a cold and satisfied smile..."

Lin Qingxue held her breath, her little hands nervously clutching the corner of her dress, as if she were there herself, deeply worried about the protagonist's fate.

And Leng Yuekui, sitting on the side, did not keep her gaze entirely on the story.

She looked at her Disciple in front of her, who was gesturing enthusiastically and telling the story vividly, but her thoughts drifted involuntarily back eighty years, to that small town in the mortal world.

The sun was setting, at a dusty street corner.

A seven-year-old child in ragged clothes, sallow and thin, but with a pair of exceptionally bright eyes, was standing on a simple wooden box, waving a roll of rough paper, shouting in a childish but passionate voice: "Don't miss it as you pass by! Freshly baked 'Hero's Journey' storybook! See how the young hero wields his sword across the world, settling scores! Only three copper coins! For three copper coins, you can't buy a loss, you can't buy a swindle!"

That small figure was stretched long in the setting sun, carrying a stubbornness and vitality that did not match his age.

It was this stubbornness to look up at the stars even in the dust that moved her, who happened to be passing by at that time, to feel compassion and the intention to take him as a Disciple.