409: Please, young master, help me with my cultivation!

On the flying boat heading towards the Dao Seeking Palace.

The flying boat was like a wisp of drifting cloud, traveling through the Nine Heavens Astral Winds, so steady that not a single bump could be felt.

Qin Wangchuan stood leaning against the railing, looking down at the mountains and rivers passing rapidly below, a trace of imperceptible surprise in his eyes.

"The Dao Seeking Palace... is quite different from before." His fingertips lightly tapped the carved railing made of rare spiritual wood. "To think they can already afford a flying boat of this grade."

Although there were no fixed Ranks for flying boats, differences still existed.

Some flying boats could travel a hundred miles a day, or even a thousand.

If one went higher, it wasn't just ten thousand miles a day, but the ability to travel across domains.

The most formidable ones were those capable of traveling across worlds, which only Immortals or Imperial Clans could possess.

The one beneath his feet now, while not the absolute best, could still travel across domains, allowing one to traverse a world at will without needing a teleportation Formation.

If it were the previous Dao Seeking Palace, they definitely wouldn't have been able to produce this.

Hearing this, Meng Yu, who was nearby, stepped forward half a pace, his voice filled with a sense of shared honor and respect:

"Rest assured, Young Master."

"No matter what the Dao Seeking Palace becomes, it will always be the Qin's Dao Seeking Palace."

He deliberately emphasized the word "Qin," yet skillfully paused there, not speaking further.

The deeper meaning was self-evident—this "Qin" was not that "Qin Family," but the Qin that belonged solely to Qin Wangchuan.

After hearing this, the corners of Qin Wangchuan's mouth curled up slightly.

He wasn't raised in vain.

Meng Yu suddenly remembered something and reported, "By the way, Young Master."

"While expanding our influence and surveying the ley lines earlier, a rather marvelous 'Qi' was discovered in a mountain."

"Qi?" Qin Wangchuan turned around, his face showing inquiry.

"Indeed."

"It seems to be a product of heaven and earth, not yet matured."

"Interestingly, it seems someone deliberately hid that location and placed spirit-nurturing items nearby to nourish and accelerate its growth, thinking they could deceive everyone."

Meng Yu's tone was flat, yet there was a hint of disdain. "Little did they know that within the Dao Seeking Palace's sphere of influence, even mouse holes have been overturned several times, let alone a mountain."

As he spoke, he described the appearance of the object.

A wisp of pure Qi, containing nine types of shifting rosy clouds within, condensed and not dissipating, brimming with spirituality.

Qin Wangchuan's thoughts churned rapidly, immediately matching it with a record from an ancient book he had once read.

"nine heavens pure qi?"

This was a creation of nature, extremely Heaven-Defying while also providing immense benefits to Cultivators.

"Bring it to me." He immediately ordered.

With so many hands available, such a matter naturally didn't require Qin Wangchuan to act personally.

"Yes!" Meng Yu cupped his fists and accepted the order.

The flying boat then came to a steady halt deep within the sea of clouds.

Meng Yu picked several skilled experts from the entourage, and they turned into streaks of light, heading straight for the mountain containing the pure Qi.

Meng Yu's appearance this time was originally to inspect various places and assess new Disciples, so there weren't many people accompanying him.

With his departure, the flying boat felt even more empty.

Only a few guards and attendants remained.

Qin Wangchuan stepped into the quiet room inside the cabin, sat down at the desk, and casually flipped through many Cultivation Technique manuals and classics sent from various places.

He had been trying to deduce a new method.

Whether it was to further the power of the Myriad Tribulation Thunder Furnace or to achieve the Fusion of the Dao Sword and Spiritual Qi Sword mentioned in the Dao of Spiritual Law, everything was being planned.

Although the youth could keep his heart as calm as water.

Ye Jianwei, standing quietly behind him, felt ripples in her heart that were difficult to calm.

Since the last time, she had actually secretly collected a few... Dual Cultivation Techniques.

However, this method was difficult to accomplish alone. She wanted to speak up but felt too bashful to open her mouth.

In such a state of inner conflict, the young girl's fingertips unconsciously twisted the corner of her clothes.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

Qin Wangchuan's gaze remained on the scroll in his hand. He didn't even look up, but his voice sounded clearly.

Ye Jianwei's delicate body shuddered violently, and she looked up in shock.

Just then, Qin Wangchuan also looked up and calmly gazed at her.

"Young Master... how did you know?" Her voice trembled slightly.

"How did I know?"

Qin Wangchuan's lips curled slightly as he closed the scroll. "I knew just by looking."

"Speak, what is it."

No excessive words, just four words.

I knew just by looking.

As those words fell, Ye Jianwei's heart was suddenly hit by a massive surge of warmth.

Even though she hadn't uttered a word and thought she had hidden it perfectly, the Young Master could still perceive it at a glance.

'Young Master has been watching me.'

'Young Master has always understood me.'

This silent attention made her heart tremble.

This is my Young Master... At this thought, courage suddenly surged within her.

She had to become stronger so she could better stand by the Young Master's side and protect him!

With her mind made up, Ye Jianwei no longer hesitated. She immediately knelt down and presented those few treasured Cultivation Techniques with both hands before Qin Wangchuan. Her voice was soft yet firm:

"Please help me Cultivate, Young Master!"

"You mean instruct you in your Cultivation, right?" Seeing her like this, Qin Wangchuan couldn't help but chuckle. He corrected her in a gentle tone and reached out to take the manuals.

As soon as he flipped to the first page, he realized something was wrong, and the smile that hadn't yet faded from his face quickly stiffened.

After closing the book, he glanced at the cover—"Yin and Yang Combined Art"

He flipped through the other books; although the titles were different, the contents were mostly the same—all were Dual Cultivation methods.

"All of these... you want to practice?" He lowered his eyes, his gaze landing on the back of Ye Jianwei's head with a teasing intent.

The gaze felt tangible, making the girl's delicate body tremble slightly, her pretty face already flushed deep red.

She moved forward a few steps on her knees, keeping her head down, not daring to look up. She only extended a slender finger and lightly tapped one of the books.

"...This one should be the best."

Qin Wangchuan picked it up as requested, his gaze landing on the cover—

"Phoenix Overturning Maiden Technique"

"Meaning we start with this one?" he asked again, his tone teasing.

Truly, Ye Jianwei had always been steadfast since she was young, and she rarely showed such an interesting expression.

Ye Jianwei bit her lip, too ashamed to speak.

Qin Wangchuan knew she was thin-skinned, so after another light chuckle, he stopped teasing her.

He reached out and pulled her up, bringing her into his arms.

Since he understood her intention, there was no need to hesitate about what needed to be done.

He lowered his head and a light kiss fell.

The girl's dress gradually loosened, revealing skin like jade.

When Qin Wangchuan, as before, untied the delicate silver bell from the hem of her skirt and tied it around Ye Jianwei's slender ankle, the girl's inner thigh couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He just thought the girl was shy and didn't pay it any mind.

Looking up, he saw Ye Jianwei holding out another, slightly larger silver bell in her palm.

Qin Wangchuan was puzzled and picked it up.

Ye Jianwei's eyes were glistening with moisture. She raised her hand to tuck her stray black hair behind her ear, revealing her long, snowy-white neck. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, trembling:

"Please, Young Master, tie it here."

Seeing him not moving, the girl explained in a low voice, her breath as sweet as orchids:

"One is not enough... so..."

So two bells were needed.

Only—

"Why tie it to the neck of all places?"

Qin Wangchuan leaned close to her reddened earlobe and asked in a low voice, his warm breath brushing past.

The girl was now burning hot all over, her legs unconsciously rubbing together slightly, her posture extremely enticing.

"Because..." Her voice grew even lower, carrying unspeakable shame and stubbornness, "I am the Young Master's."

"This way, others can tell at a glance."

"That's strange then."

Qin Wangchuan's fingertips brushed over her smooth shoulder and neck. "Why didn't you bring it out before, but choose now?"

"Because..." Ye Jianwei buried her burning cheek in his shoulder and said muffledly, "It's very embarrassing."

"Young Master~"

That last soft call was filled with coquettishness and entreaty.

Qin Wangchuan shook his head and laughed; a clear warmth quietly melted from the bottom of his heart.

"As you wish."

He tied the bell around the girl's neck.

The bell hung down, letting out a few crisp sounds.

The girl in his arms seemed to have completely relaxed, fully surrendering her soft body to him, leaving only a plea as faint as a thread floating into his ears:

"I hope the Young Master will be gentle..."

"Ah!"

Following a short cry of surprise, the girl obediently knelt and prostrated herself on the brocade mattress.

Before long, her beautiful eyes furrowed slightly, and then she let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Inside the cabin, the sound of the bells went from slow to rapid, crisply intertwining like a hidden and joyful movement being played.

Unfortunately, all these sounds were quietly swallowed by the thorough isolation Formation, heard by no one.