376: Chapter 376 The Clingy, Unusual Little Wife!

Cao Kun officially circulated the peerless Origin Cultivation Technique he had just obtained for the first time, the Chaos Yin and Yang Creation Art.

He wanted to share this Opportunity, which was enough to overturn the understanding of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, with the darling wife in his arms.

As soon as the Cultivation Technique began to circulate, the power of the Law within the Demon Suppressing Tower resonated with it.

Inside Cao Kun's body, the eight major Laws—Emperors Law, Five Elements, Thunder, and Space—interwove and slowly transferred into Yue Ningshuang's body.

This time, it was no longer the ethereal, semi-soul state from the illusion.

The two held hands tightly, fingers interlocked.

Yue Ningshuang clearly felt a domineering yet gentle force rush into her Meridians.

The grey Chaos Qi carried the vitality of creation.

It roamed wantonly within her body.

Again and again, it cleansed Yue Ningshuang's Divine Soul and purified her spiritual power.

It silently repaired the subtle flaws in her Dao Foundation that even she had not noticed.

"Husband... wh-what is this Cultivation Technique?" Yue Ningshuang's voice trembled.

"An Opportunity exclusive to you and me." Cao Kun chuckled softly, guiding her, "Steady your mind and follow my Qi."

Yue Ningshuang nodded obediently, closed her eyes, and completely relaxed her body and mind, letting the grey mist surge in.

The Origin power of the Purple Nether Immortal Spirit Body was thoroughly ignited.

That pure purple energy rose from Yue Ningshuang's Dantian, transforming into a purple galaxy.

It poured continuously into Cao Kun's body.

This force was cold and noble, yet it became incredibly docile upon contacting the Chaos Qi.

...

A night passed.

The two integrated their spiritual powers, completing one perfect circulation after another.

Each time was accompanied by a sublimation of their life level.

When the spiritual power within their bodies completely calmed down.

Cao Kun's cultivation had reached the Mahayana Middle Stage!

Not only that, but his Physical Body strength and Divine Soul power had also achieved a qualitative leap.

Cao Kun closed his eyes and looked inward.

His Purple Mansion space was originally just a Chaos filled with golden divine radiance, where the Luck Golden Dragon and various other Law manifestations circled.

But under the guidance of the Chaos Yin and Yang Creation Art, the Purple Mansion began to undergo a transformation.

The space expanded infinitely outward, as if it were about to evolve into a true Universe.

At the very center of the Purple Mansion, massive amounts of Chaos Qi compressed and condensed.

Eventually, it formed a golden sun as dazzling as a great sun!

This great sun radiated majestic imperial might; it was the embodiment of his Emperors Law.

It represented Cao Kun's core Chaos Origin.

And around that golden sun, a small, pale purple ball appeared.

The small ball was crystal clear, exuding the unique, noble aura of the Purple Nether Immortal Spirit Body.

It was spinning around the golden sun.

A marvelous balance formed between the two, endless and continuously providing Cao Kun with pure Origin power.

This Chaos Yin and Yang Creation Art was truly domineering!

It could actually directly materialize the Origin power of the bound Jade Beast and perfectly integrate it into his own Purple Mansion.

Yue Ningshuang's gains were equally enormous.

Her already stunning face was now radiant, and her skin was white with a rosy tint, as if it could drip water.

After integrating the Chaos Qi, the Purple Nether Immortal Spirit Body's Foundation became richer than ever before.

She had been stuck at the Peak of the eighth layer of Tribulation Transcendence Stage, just one step away from the True Immortal Realm.

But she had been unable to trigger the ninth Heavenly Tribulation due to an insufficient Foundation.

But now.

She had absolute confidence that as long as she settled down for a while, she could easily pass the ninth Heavenly Tribulation that had caused countless powerful experts to vanish into smoke!

Becoming the tenth True Immortal in the Spirit Realm in millions of years!

All of this was brought to her by the man in front of her.

The next morning.

The starlight within the Demon Suppressing Tower was still brilliant.

Cao Kun opened his eyes, feeling refreshed, and was just about to get up and put on his clothes.

A pair of cool, jade-like arms reached out from behind him.

Yue Ningshuang, lazy as a kitten, pressed her alluring, curvaceous body tightly against Cao Kun's back.

"Husband~ where are you going~"

She rested her chin on Cao Kun's shoulder, a few strands of purple hair brushing against his chin, causing a tingling sensation.

Cao Kun patted the back of her hand wrapped around his waist and laughed, "It's dawn, time to get down to business."

"No~"

Yue Ningshuang twisted her body, filled with the craving of one who has tasted sweetness, and acted coquettishly:

"Accompany me for one more circulation, okay? Just one more circulation~"

Listening to this soul-stirring voice.

Feeling her cool, jade-like hands wandering restlessly over his abdominal muscles.

Cao Kun smiled wickedly.

"Since Madam is so interested, how could your husband refuse?"

He finally understood completely.

Having shed that cold, aloof outer shell of a Sect Master.

This woman was, at her core, a closeted, darling little wife who needed companionship, craved love, and was both inexperienced and eager to play.

As long as you gave her enough sense of security, she would cling to you until you couldn't breathe.

Anyway, there was plenty of time in this Demon Suppressing Tower.

He had enough patience.

...

Meanwhile.

After tireless efforts.

A large open space had been cleared in the ruins of the Gu Family's front courtyard.

Two surviving Gu Family disciples were holding brooms, cleaning up rubble and broken Magical Artifacts in the front courtyard.

The two chatted idly while working.

"Hey, what do you think the background of our new son-in-Law is?"

A round-faced disciple glanced at the empty sky with lingering fear.

The terrifying scene of the eight thousand golden-armored Sword Spirits covering the sky yesterday could still be imagined in his mind.

"Even the old monsters of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage were slaughtered by him like dogs!"

"And those arrogant big shots from the Tianxuan Immortal Sect all died here!"

The other tall, thin disciple curled his lips, kicked a broken stone tablet aside, and said proudly:

"Who cares what his background is!"

"Anyway, our Gu Family has now latched onto a super golden thigh."

"Didn't you see those Elders yesterday, scared like grandsons, kneeling in front of the Young Miss, not even daring to breathe loudly?"

The tall, thin disciple lowered his voice, a flash of excitement in his eyes:

"As long as we follow the Young Miss and the son-in-Law wholeheartedly from now on, let alone Shenmu City, even in this vast Dongxuan Region, our Gu Family will be able to walk sideways!"

"Whoever dares to disobey, the son-in-Law will directly call out those eight thousand Sword Immortals and teach them a lesson in minutes!"

The round-faced disciple nodded repeatedly, deeply agreeing.

The Cultivation world is just this realistic; whoever has the biggest fist is the truth.

Although the Gu Family lost their Old Ancestor and Family Head, they gained an invincible backer who could instantly kill those in the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.

Just as the two were bragging and chatting, imagining the beautiful prospect of the Gu Family dominating the Dongxuan Region in the future.

A cold breeze, hugging the ground, slowly blew through the Gu Family's front courtyard.

This wind came somewhat strangely.

It was clearly a bright, sunny day, yet the wind was mixed with a fishy, foul smell, like rotten mud just dug out from an Ancient Tomb of thousands of years.

The round-faced disciple shivered unexpectedly.

He only felt a chill rising from the back of his neck, and even his Divine Soul felt a strange, stinging pain.

"Achoo!"

He sneezed heavily, rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, and subconsciously looked back.

Behind him was a ruin under the sunlight, empty and desolate, with nothing there.

"Hell," the round-faced disciple shrank his neck and muttered.

"Why is it suddenly so cold? Could it be that too many people died yesterday, and their vengeful spirits are lingering?"

"Shut your crow's mouth!" The tall, thin disciple glared at him.

"In broad daylight, where would there be ghosts? Hurry up and work!"

The round-faced disciple scratched his head, turned around, and continued cleaning up the rubble.

He did not take this cold wind to heart.