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312: Chapter 313 That Little Cultivator Has Arrived!

Wherever the mist passed, the Spiritual Contract's restraints truly loosened a bit!

Li Xuanfeng was both shocked and delighted.

He was shocked that the power of this Corpse Seed was so strange, capable of even suppressing a Spiritual Contract;

He was delighted that if he could truly break free from the Spiritual Contract's restraints, he would no longer be controlled by Ye Changge.

The shadow sensed the changes within him, and a triumphant smile appeared at the corner of its mouth.

"Very good, just like that!"

It increased its efforts, injecting more cold power into Li Xuanfeng's body, helping him suppress the Spiritual Contract and refine the Corpse Seed.

Inside the Immortal Cave, black mist surged, and chilling winds blew.

A long while later—

The shadow slowly withdrew its hand, letting out a deep breath of turbid Qi.

Li Xuanfeng collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat, his face as pale as paper, but his eyes gleamed with the light of someone who had survived a catastrophe.

"The Spiritual Contract... the Spiritual Contract has really been suppressed..."

He felt the power restraining him within his body was now much weaker, and a surge of ecstasy welled up in his heart.

The shadow sneered, "This is just the first step. Once this Venerable One seizes Ye Changge's Opportunity, I will completely release you from the Spiritual Contract."

It paused, its eerie green eyes fixed on Li Xuanfeng, its tone laced with warning: "However, during this period, you must obey this Venerable One's commands. If you have any second thoughts..."

It didn't finish, but Li Xuanfeng already felt the slight tremor of the Corpse Seed in his Dantian, as if reminding him—your life is in my hands.

"This subordinate understands."

Li Xuanfeng lowered his head, his voice calm.

The shadow nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked deeper into the Immortal Cave, its figure gradually merging into the darkness.

At the same time.

Qingyun Sect, Snow Bamboo Peak.

This was a secluded peak, located west of the Qingyun Sect's mountains, far from the hustle and bustle, quiet and peaceful. The peak was covered with Spiritual Bamboo, their bodies as white as jade, their leaves crystalline and translucent, shimmering with a faint silver light under the moonlight, hence the name Snow Bamboo Peak.

At the summit, there was an exquisite palace, entirely cast from some unknown white jade, with carved beams and painted rafters, flying eaves and upturned corners, surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, like a celestial realm.

Deep within the palace, in a Spiritual Pool, spring water swirled, and steam billowed.

The pool water was crystal clear, with faint spiritual light circulating, emitting a subtle medicinal fragrance. On the surface of the water floated several verdant Spiritual Leaves and a few blooming white Spiritual Flowers, their petals tender and delicate, gently swaying in the steam.

In the center of the pool, a figure sat cross-legged.

The spring water reached her waist, revealing her fair, jade-like shoulders and exquisite, graceful collarbones. Her raven-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, floating on the water's surface, reflecting off the verdant Spiritual Leaves and pure white Spiritual Flowers.

Amidst the swirling mist, her stunningly beautiful face was faintly discernible.

Her brows were like distant mountains, her eyes like stars, her nose bridge high, and her lips like dotted cherries. Her skin was as fair as snow, tinged with a faint pink from the moist air, like a freshly bloomed peach blossom, delicate and alluring.

It was Meng Qingcheng.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her breathing steady and deep. The surrounding Spiritual Qi slowly circulated with her breath, forming a miniature vortex around her, drawing the medicinal power from the pool water into her body, thread by thread.

After a long while.

Meng Qingcheng slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

Her eyes were clear and bright, like a mountain spring, untainted by a speck of dust. But at this moment, deep within those clear eyes, there was a hint of imperceptible vexation.

She slowly rose from the Spiritual Pool behind her.

The spring water flowed down her body, crystal-clear droplets rolling on her fair, jade-like skin, reflecting fragmented light. Her raven-black hair, dampened by the spring water, clung to her back, trailing down her frost-like, snowy skin to her rounded, snow-white waist and hips.

The dark, beautiful hair contrasted sharply with her snow-white, delicate skin, a clear black and white, breathtakingly beautiful.

She turned around, picked up a soft silk scarf from the poolside, and gently wiped her body. Where the silk scarf passed, the water droplets were wiped away, revealing even more lustrous skin, like fine mutton-fat jade, warm, delicate, and easily broken.

Her perfect physique stood gracefully; adding a bit would make it plump, subtracting a bit would make it thin. Crystal-clear spring water slid from her shoulders, tracing her graceful curves downwards, shimmering against her snow-white skin, exuding an aura of sanctity and nobility everywhere.

She looked down at herself, then suddenly sighed softly.

These days, she was always restless.

For some reason, she often thought of the man who had unexpectedly taken her first time these days.

That young Cultivator with low cultivation.

She had been poisoned at the time, her mind unclear, which led to such an absurd incident.

But after waking up, she didn't kill him in a fit of rage; instead, she inexplicably gave him a foundation establishment pill and spiritual items, and even left that token.

"If you reach Foundation Establishment, you can come find me."

When she said this at the time, her tone was casual, as if it were just a polite remark.

But only she knew it wasn't a polite remark.

Her Qi of Shared Spirituality remained within that man.

The so-called Qi of Shared Spirituality is a wisp of Qi that a female Cultivator, practicing a special Cultivation Technique, naturally leaves within her partner during her first Dual Cultivation. This wisp of Qi will slowly dissipate over time, but as long as the two meet again, they can immediately sense each other.

More importantly...

If the two become Dao Companions and Dual Cultivate day and night, that Qi of Shared Spirituality will become a bridge, allowing their spiritual power to intermingle and nourish each other, making their Cultivation speed far exceed that of ordinary people.

Meng Qingcheng originally thought that the young Cultivator had mediocre Aptitude, and reaching Foundation Establishment would be his limit, so they might never meet again in this life.

But today...

She moved her lotus steps slightly, entering the bedroom.

On the dressing table, a palm-sized jade pendant, engraved with auspicious clouds, was now emitting a faint glow. The glow pulsed like breathing, brightening and dimming, as if responding to something.

Meng Qingcheng's beautiful eyes widened slightly.

This jade pendant was precisely the other half of the token she had given to that young Cultivator. The two tokens had a subtle connection and could sense each other within a certain range.

Ordinary communication Talismans could not transmit messages over very long distances. But this jade pendant was different; it was a pair of Spiritual Artifacts she had commissioned at great expense. As long as both individuals were within Zhao State, they could perceive each other's approximate location.

At this moment, this jade pendant lit up.

This meant... that token was near Qingyun Sect.

"He's here?"

A complex emotion surged in Meng Qingcheng's heart.

She remembered what she had said to that young Cultivator—"If you reach Foundation Establishment, you can come find me."

She had thought that, with his Aptitude, it would take at least decades, perhaps even a lifetime, for him to reach Foundation Establishment.

But now, after only a few short years...

She suddenly felt uncertain.

That young Cultivator... had he really reached Foundation Establishment?

Meng Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat.

If he had truly reached Foundation Establishment, it wouldn't be too bad.

For his age, to Breakthrough from Qi Condensation to Foundation Establishment in just a few years, his talent was already quite good.

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