187: Chapter 187 Nangong Zili has woken up?

Her body was still trembling slightly, clearly a lingering aftereffect from the Yin-Yang Qi that had just flowed through her Meridians.

Ye Changge looked at the unresponsive female Cultivator lying on the ground and gently exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Although channeling Yin-Yang Qi into her body wasn't a massive drain for him—

After all, he now possessed a perfect dao foundation and the support of various spiritual body Origins, making the Yin-Yang Qi in his body incredibly thick.

An output of this level didn't even amount to half a percent of his total spiritual power.

But what if it continued like this?

Day and night, constant labor, several treatment sessions a day...

Just thinking about it made Ye Changge's lower back feel a bit sore.

Even though he had a deep Foundation, he was still only at the Foundation Establishment Second Layer.

If he overexerted himself, his body would still become weak.

What if, halfway through a treatment, this Core Formation Stage female Cultivator suddenly woke up—

Ye Changge looked down at his current posture, then at her disheveled clothes as she lay prone on the ground.

This scene...

No matter how he explained it, it wouldn't seem right, would it?

If she woke up and, without a word, immediately attacked him...

A Core Formation Cultivator, even if heavily injured and near death, could put up a desperate fight that a Foundation Establishment Second Layer like him couldn't withstand.

Ye Changge felt a secret sense of caution and decided to be more careful from now on.

However...

He looked at the prone Nangong Zili, feeling a bit hesitant.

At this rate of treatment, she should be able to wake up before long.

Since he had already promised to save her,

And he had indeed gained quite a few benefits.

Not to mention...

Ye Changge's gaze fell upon that exquisite side profile.

*Cough cough.*

Ye Changge coughed lightly, pulling back his wandering thoughts.

Saving her is what matters, saving her is what matters.

He helped Nangong Zili up again.

In the following days, Ye Changge's life became regular.

Every morning, he would first go to Xiao Caiyue to practice the Dual Cultivation Technique from the Yin Yang Creation Art with her.

After this period of adjustment, the chemistry between them had grown better and better.

Xiao Caiyue was no longer as shy as she was at the beginning; occasionally, she could even take the initiative to match his rhythm, which made Ye Changge feel quite gratified.

"Husband seems to be in a good mood today?"

After a session of Cultivation, Xiao Caiyue snuggled in his arms, her cheeks slightly flushed and her voice soft.

"Mhm." Ye Changge looked down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Caiyue is becoming more and more skilled; naturally, your husband is happy."

Xiao Caiyue gave him a light punch and scolded playfully, "Teasing me again."

In the afternoon, Ye Changge would continue treating Nangong Zili.

He helped her up, still keeping her back against him, lifted her dress, and channeled Yin-Yang Qi into her body.

One session, two sessions, three sessions...

Day after day.

Nangong Zili's aura was recovering bit by bit.

It was slow, but it was indeed recovering.

Under the daily nourishment of the Yin-Yang Qi, the cracks on the surface of that dim Core seemed to recede slightly, and the aura it emitted was no longer so deathly silent.

Ye Changge could feel her vitality slowly returning.

At this speed, she should be waking up soon.

On this day, as usual, Ye Changge helped Nangong Zili up to lean against his chest, lifted her dress, and channeled Yin-Yang Qi into her body.

After these days of 'practice,' his technique had become extremely proficient.

The Yin-Yang Qi were like two spirit snakes, quickly traveling along her parched Meridians.

They soon reached the Dantian, winding around that Core and slowly permeating into it.

Everything was as usual.

Ye Changge focused entirely on controlling the flow of the Yin-Yang Qi, calculating how long today's treatment would take.

Just then—

"Mm..."

An extremely light and soft groan came from beneath him.

The sound was as thin as a mosquito's buzz, carrying a hint of uncontrollable trembling, like the whimper of a kitten or an unconscious mutter in a dream.

Ye Changge's movements paused slightly, and he looked down.

Nangong Zili's eyes were still tightly closed, her face pale, without any sign of waking.

"Probably just a physical instinctual reaction."

Ye Changge didn't mind and continued to control the Yin-Yang Qi.

Over these past few days, she would occasionally let out a groan or two.

Sometimes it was an "en," sometimes an "mm," and sometimes an even lighter, softer nasal sound.

He had grown used to it, treating it as an instinctual bodily reaction to the Yin-Yang Qi flowing through the Meridians.

He continued the treatment.

The Yin-Yang Qi slowly circulated on the surface of the Core, seeping bit by bit into the depths of the cracks.

"Mm... mm..."

Two more groans came.

This time, the sound was clearer than before, with a faint nasal tone, the end of the sound rising slightly as if she were enduring something, or as if...

Ye Changge's brow twitched slightly.

This sound...

Why did it sound a bit off?

The voice was soft and waxy with a hint of hoarseness, like a lazy cat acting spoiled, or like someone being tickled in a dream, wanting to hide but unable to.

The end of the sound trembled slightly, trailing off into a long, thin resonance that was exceptionally clear in the quiet Immortal Cave.

Ye Changge only felt a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen, instantly spreading through his entire body.

He took a deep breath to steady his mind.

"Don't overthink it, don't overthink it, this is to save her."

He secretly warned himself, yet his hands couldn't help but increase the pressure slightly.

The flow of Yin-Yang Qi suddenly accelerated, like two surging rivers rushing toward that Core!

"Mm—!"

A clearer groan came from beneath him, hummed out from her beautiful nose.

It carried an uncontrollable tremble, the end of the sound trailing long, as if she were enduring some kind of extreme...

Ye Changge felt his blood boiling, and his movements became even heavier.

Just then—

Nangong Zili's long eyebrows trembled twice.

Those two willow-leaf brows, slender and long, were now slightly furrowed, pinching into a shallow ' river' shape between her eyes.

Her eyelashes were also trembling slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings—once, twice, thrice.

Following that, another groan hummed out from her nose—

"En..."

The sound was clearer than before, with a hint of hoarse laziness, the end rising slightly.

As if she had just woken from a long slumber, her consciousness still immersed in a hazy dream.

Then—

Those beautiful eyes, which had been tightly closed for who knows how many days and nights, finally slowly opened.

What kind of eyes were those?

The corners of the eyes turned up slightly, sketching a soul-hooking curve—the most standard peach blossom eye shape.

Because she had just woken up, those eyes were still covered with a thin layer of water mist, and the corners were tinged with a flush of crimson, looking like someone who had been badly bullied and was on the verge of tears.

Yet, those eyes also carried a natural charm; with every shift of her gaze, they were full of diverse allure, hooking the soul.