929: Chapter 930 Master? What brings you to my humble courtyard?

She seemed to be playing chess against herself, her focused expression carrying a hint of aloofness and isolation from the world within its coldness.

Like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady descending to the mortal Realm, she was breathtakingly beautiful, yet chillingly cold.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yao Delong's eyes as he quickly stepped forward.

“Revered Master? How do you have time to come to my small courtyard?”

Leng Yuekui's jade-like hand, holding a chess piece, paused slightly; she did not immediately place it.

She raised her cold, pond-like eyes that seemed capable of seeing through one's heart, her gaze sweeping over Yao Delong like a physical substance.

With this sweep, even her eternally cold countenance flickered with a nearly imperceptible trace of astonishment!

This kid... when he first returned to the sect, he was clearly only at the Late Void Refining Stage! How long has it been? Only half a month!

The spiritual energy fluctuations on his body were vast and boundless, harmonious and flawless—he was actually at the Void Refining Peak!

Moreover, the stability and condensation of his Origin aura, along with the thickness of his Foundation, were simply inconceivable!

This was definitely not a superficial Realm forcibly piled up by Medicinal Pills or fortuitous encounters!

What shocked her even more was that this power circulated within his body so smoothly and naturally, as if... he hadn't encountered any cultivation Bottlenecks at all?

‘Is the Profound Yin Physique of the Moyang Sect Saintess truly that extraordinary? No... that's not right!’

Thoughts raced through Leng Yuekui's mind, ‘Even with the help of the Profound Yin Physique, it shouldn't be this exaggerated!’

‘This kid... just how does he Cultivate? His Breakthroughs are as simple as eating and drinking!’

How could she know that for Yao Delong, who possessed the Yin-Yang Harmony System, there were no so-called Bottlenecks for breaking through Cultivation Technique Realms!

As long as he had enough yin-yang values, by adding points through the System, a Cultivation Technique could reach Perfection in an instant!

He only needed to accumulate enough vigorous Origin power through Dual Cultivation or other means. As for the comprehension and application of Laws?

Powerful Cultivation Techniques came with their own Legacy! This was the true core of why his cultivation surged like a Prodigy!

Feeling his Revered Master's scrutinizing, probing, and even slightly incomprehensible gaze wandering over him,

Yao Delong rubbed his nose and asked again: “Revered Master, have you come here to give your Disciple some instructions?”

Only then did Leng Yuekui withdraw her gaze, which seemed intent on seeing through Yao Delong, and let out a cold snort.

Her cold voice was like shattered jade striking ice, carrying a hint of barely detectable annoyance:

“Hmph! I instructed you before to visit your Martial Ancestor Long Yu's Lotus Pond Dao Palace when you had time!

Today, Junior Martial Uncle Long Yu sent me another message, saying you haven't shown your face yet! What?

Relying on your bit of ability, you even dare to neglect the instructions of your Martial Ancestor?”

Yao Delong was slightly stunned, only then suddenly remembering that he had promised that high-ranking Martial Ancestor Long Yu,

To help her refine that extremely difficult Ninth-grade Medicinal Pill—the nine aperture spirit nurturing pill!

Leng Yuekui naturally saw Yao Delong's momentary realization; he had clearly forgotten this matter entirely. She immediately frowned in anger:

“Enough! No need to explain! Within these two days, immediately! Right now! Go to the Lotus Pond Dao Palace!

If you dare to delay again and let Junior Martial Uncle Long Yu keep messaging me to scold your Revered Master, see if I don't skin you alive!”

“Yes, yes, yes, Revered Master, please calm down. This Disciple will go first thing tomorrow morning!” Yao Delong quickly agreed, a flattering smile on his face.

Then, his eyes darted around, and he moved closer to Leng Yuekui in a few steps.

A masculine scent—a mix of sunlight, the fresh fragrance of vegetation, and a hint of the unique fragrance from a Dao Companion—wafted over her. Leng Yuekui's fingers holding the chess piece tightened subconsciously.

Yao Delong seemed completely oblivious as he naturally reached out, gently placing his hand on Leng Yuekui's seemingly delicate yet terrifyingly powerful fragrant shoulder.

His calloused fingers began to knead with just the right amount of force.

“Revered Master, has your cultivation been smooth lately? Have you encountered any Bottlenecks?”

As he kneaded, he leaned in closer, his voice full of concern but also carrying a hint of subtle allure,

“Your pupil has recently gained some new insights into a few methods for 'smoothing the meridians and harmonizing Yin and Yang.' The effects are quite miraculous... How about I help you... 'smooth things out'?”

He emphasized the words “smooth things out” very clearly, his tone so ambiguous that Leng Yuekui's heart skipped a beat!

The scorching temperature from the large hand on her shoulder felt like a red-hot iron being dropped into her heart's lake, which was usually covered in eternal ice and snow!

The startling fullness and elasticity felt through his fingertips made Yao Delong's heart flutter.

The peaks beneath the black Daoist robe, even through the silky fabric, still allowed him to feel their proud size and incredible softness, with the firm buds at the tips being clearly discernible.

“Ah!”

Caught off guard, Leng Yuekui let out a suppressed cry of surprise. A blush like the sunset instantly flushed her cold, beautiful face, spreading all the way to her snow-white neck.

She subconsciously pressed her legs together, her body suddenly tensing. An indescribable tingling sensation, like an electric current, spread from the point of contact throughout her entire body!

In a panic, her Divine Thought instantly swept through the entire courtyard. Confirming no one was nearby spying, she breathed a slight sigh of relief, but her shame and annoyance grew even stronger:

“Rebellious Disciple! This... we are still outside!” She tried to swat away the mischievous hand.

However, Yao Delong's hand was like a honey-covered sticky insect; instead of withdrawing, he grew even bolder, sliding down along that full curve, his fingertips skillfully probing into the gap of her Daoist robe's collar!

His slightly cool fingertips directly touched that patch of skin that had never been touched by an outsider—skin as delicate as the finest warm jade!

The slippery and warm sensation made Yao Delong's breath hitch slightly. His fingertips, bearing thin callouses,

Moved with an irresistible force and ambiguous friction, lingering on her smooth, tight waist and even down toward the edges of her perky, full buttocks.

“Mm...” Leng Yuekui trembled violently, as if her bones had been removed; all her strength rapidly drained away under those magical fingers.

A strange and surging heat wave erupted from deep within her body, causing her ten-thousand-year-old frozen heart-defense to teeter on the brink of collapse.

Her cold Greater Yin True Qi actually showed signs of losing control and boiling!

She could no longer support herself and slumped limply against Yao Delong's sturdy chest,

Her breath filled with his strong masculine scent and a faint, lingering fragrance belonging to another woman,

This mixed scent caused a strange bitterness to rise in her heart, yet it stimulated her body to become even more feverish and unbearable.

Her hands subconsciously grabbed the robes at Yao Delong's waist, her knuckles turning white from the force, yet it looked more like a helpless clinging.

Yao Delong felt the incredible softness and slight trembling of this cold celestial body in his arms, as well as the startling heat erupting from deep within her, and he understood.

His Revered Master, who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, was always like this—refusing while actually wanting it. She was clearly already moved by passion, yet she was always too embarrassed to speak.

The time had come!

He gave a low chuckle and no longer hesitated. One arm went under her knees while the other tightly embraced her waist, which was slender enough to be held in one hand yet startlingly elastic.

With a little force, he lifted this peerless celestial body—a blend of soft jade and warm fragrance, of coldness and heat—into a horizontal carry!

“Rebellious... Delong! Put me down!”

Leng Yuekui was both ashamed and anxious. She made a symbolic struggle, her jade-like hands feebly thumping Yao Delong's solid chest,

That force was less of a refusal and more of a coquettish act of “refusing while welcoming.”