156: Chapter 156 Awakening, Cultivation Breakthrough Once Again

Wen Yulan's fingers fumbled across Ye Yun's chest, touching his firm muscles.

Feeling his faint heartbeat.

Her breathing grew heavier, her cheeks redder, and her body hotter.

She looked up at his pale face, her eyes filled with tenderness and resolve.

"Ye Yun, you must live..."

She leaned down again, and this time, it wasn't just a fleeting touch.

She kissed his lips, his chin, and his Adam's apple.

Her hands wandered over his body, clumsy and inexperienced, yet filled with desperate fervor.

The temperature inside the cave seemed to rise a few degrees.

Sunlight filtered through the vines outside, casting a hazy halo over the scene.

Wen Yulan's breathing became increasingly heavy, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dazed, and her dark hair scattered over her shoulders.

Her entire being radiated an unprecedented allure and sexiness.

She lay over him, her whole body trembling, yet she continued with determination.

At the moment the two of them merged—

A warm current surged from Ye Yun's body, flowing into Wen Yulan through their point of union, and then circulating back from her body.

That was the power of the Tai Xuan Hehuan Scripture.

Although Ye Yun was unconscious, his Hehuan Daoist Body sensed the aura of Dual Cultivation and began to operate automatically.

Warm Mystic Power circulated back and forth within their bodies, forming an invisible light array that enveloped them.

The wounds on Ye Yun's body began to heal at a pace visible to the naked eye.

The charred skin on his back cracked open, revealing fresh, new flesh beneath.

The puncture wound on his shoulder saw the flesh slowly writhe as it closed bit by bit.

His breathing became steady and strong, and a hint of color returned to his pale face.

Wen Yulan lay on top of him, feeling the warmth emanating from his body.

Feeling his injuries gradually improving, her tears finally fell again.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her whole body relaxing until she no longer had the strength to move.

[He will survive...]

Inside the cave, it was quiet and warm.

The two figures were entwined, their breathing gradually syncing and their heartbeats falling into the same rhythm.

The sunlight outside the vines moved inch by inch; at this moment, time seemed to stand still.

...

One day later.

Ye Yun slowly opened his eyes as his consciousness gradually returned.

What met his eyes were the mottled rock walls, while a faint, delicate fragrance and a lingering scent of intimacy wafted around his nose.

He instinctively moved his body and was surprised to find...

...that aside from some fatigue, he didn't feel the slightest discomfort anywhere.

The puncture wound on his shoulder had healed, the charring on his back had faded, and the new skin was as smooth as before.

He was slightly stunned and instinctively circulated his Mystic Power to inspect his Dantian.

In the next second, his pupils suddenly constricted.

Great Martial Master Ninth Level.

The Mystic Power in his Dantian was like a vast river, surging endlessly, thick and solid, more than twice as strong as before.

He had actually achieved a Breakthrough to the Great Martial Master Ninth Level.

Ye Yun suppressed the pleasant surprise in his heart and only then noticed the soft, warm sensation in his arms.

Wen Yulan was curled up in his embrace, her dark hair scattered, her cheek pressed against his chest, fast asleep.

She was only covered by his tattered outer robe, the collar open to reveal a large expanse of lustrous white skin.

Her collarbones were delicate, her shoulders rounded, and further down...

...that snowy-white curve rose and fell slightly with her breathing, partially hidden.

Ye Yun's gaze landed there, his throat bobbing involuntarily as he swallowed hard.

He looked away, but fragmented images uncontrollably surfaced in his mind—

She leaned down, her burning lips pressing against his;

Her hands fumbling clumsily over his body;

Sitting atop him, her dark hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes hazy;

She bit her lip, enduring the pain, yet still continuing resolutely...

These images were intermittent, yet every frame was so clear that it made his heart race.

[She initiated it... she did it to save me...]

Ye Yun lowered his gaze, looking at the peaceful sleeping face in his arms.

Her eyelashes were thick and curled, her nose bridge elegant, and her lips a vivid red.

In sleep, all her shyness and panic had faded, leaving only the tranquility and softness unique to a woman.

A surge of complex emotions welled up in his heart—gratitude and heartache.

And there was also an indescribable flutter of excitement.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips brushing gently over her scattered strands of hair with utmost tenderness.

His fingertips touched her cheek; it was warm and delicate, like fine silk.

Just then, Wen Yulan's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Their eyes met.

She was stunned for a moment, then a light of pleasant surprise erupted in her eyes, and she sat up abruptly.

"Ye Yun! You're awake!"

Her voice was full of joy, yet her eyes were slightly red, nearly on the verge of tears again.

"How do you feel? Does the wound still hurt? Is there any discomfort?"

She hurriedly reached out to touch his shoulder and check the wound on his back.

She completely failed to notice her outer robe slipping down, revealing a generous amount of her beauty.

Ye Yun felt a bit ticklish from her touch and smilingly caught her hand.

"I'm fine, everything's healed."

Wen Yulan finally breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders dropping as if a thousand-pound weight had been lifted.

"You were unconscious for a day and a night... I was scared to death."

Her voice choked up slightly, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall.

Ye Yun looked at her, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Wen Yulan shook her head and was about to say something when she suddenly realized their current posture.

She was leaning against his chest, he was holding her waist, and they were face to face, so close they could feel each other's breath.

Her cheeks instantly turned crimson, and she hurriedly tried to get up.

"I... I'll go get you something to eat..."

But just as her waist lifted slightly, an arm wrapped around her, gently pulling her back.

Wen Yulan froze completely, falling back into his embrace.

Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears and neck.

"Wh-what are you doing..."

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, carrying an irrepressible shyness and panic.

Ye Yun looked down at her reddened cheeks and her dodging eyes.

Watching her eyelashes tremble slightly from nervousness.

He couldn't help but laugh.

"Why are you running?"

Wen Yulan bit her lip, not daring to look at him, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"W-we... this isn't good."

Ye Yun didn't speak, just watched her quietly.

After a moment, he raised his hand, gently cupping her face, his thumb stroking her flushed cheek.

Wen Yulan trembled all over, looking up to meet his gaze, her heart beating so fast it nearly jumped out of her chest.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but before the words could come out...

Ye Yun had already lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Wen Yulan froze completely.