163: Chapter 163 Chu Sheng Presents a Poem, A Grand Celebration

He took a deep breath.

Li Zhiyi lived in the Li family's side courtyard.

When Chu Sheng arrived, it was just dawn, and the courtyard was quiet, save for a few bird chirps.

Familiar with the way, he made his way to Li Zhiyi's bedroom.

Pushing the door open, he saw Li Zhiyi still asleep. Her blanket had been kicked to one side, leaving one leg exposed; her sleeping posture was as poor as ever.

Chu Sheng stood by the bed for a while, watching her.

He leaned over and reached out to pinch her nose.

Li Zhiyi frowned and slapped his hand away. She rolled over, mumbled something, and continued sleeping.

Chu Sheng smiled.

He lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped inside.

Li Zhiyi dizzily felt another person beside her. Her body stiffened for a moment before she snapped her eyes open.

Seeing it was Chu Sheng, she was stunned for a second, then punched him in the chest. "Are you crazy! In the middle of the night!"

Chu Sheng caught her fist and said he missed her.

Li Zhiyi's face flushed. She was still scolding him, but her voice had already softened.

Chu Sheng didn't give her a chance to continue scolding; he lowered his head and kissed her.

After a long while, Li Zhiyi curled up under the blanket, her hair scattered across the pillow.

She glared at Chu Sheng, wanting to scold him but unable to find the words. Finally, she managed to squeeze out one sentence.

"What exactly are you here for?"

Chu Sheng said he was there to give her something.

The purple [Sword Saint] in his trait library began to flash, then turned into a beam of light.

Li Zhiyi's whole body jolted, her eyes widening.

A massive amount of sword dao insights flooded into her mind, as if someone had stuffed an entire Legacy of sword techniques into her head.

Her Dantian vibrated, her spiritual energy surged, and the Bottlenecks shattered one after another.

Ninth Grade of Qi Induction.

Li Zhiyi sat up, not even caring that the blanket had slipped down.

She looked down at her hands; her fingers were trembling.

Spiritual energy flowed at her fingertips, as solid as mercury.

Now at Qi Guiding Rank 8? Higher than even the Family Head?

She looked up at Chu Sheng, her lips trembling: "You... who exactly are you?"

Chu Sheng smiled and said, "Your man."

Li Zhiyi's eyes reddened. She lunged forward and hugged him, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder without saying a word.

Chu Sheng held her, gently patting her back.

By the time he left the Li family's side courtyard, the sky was almost bright.

Chu Sheng stood outside the courtyard wall and stretched his waist.

He bared his teeth, thinking that while gifting traits was great, it really took a toll on his waist.

He set off toward his next destination.

The Lin Mansion, the place where his dream began.

When Chu Sheng flipped over the wall, Lin Wanqing was already awake, sitting by the window combing her hair.

The moonlight shone on her face, cool and serene, like an orchid blooming in a deep valley.

When she saw Chu Sheng fly in, the comb in her hand dropped to the floor.

Chu Sheng said he came to see her.

He put down his teacup and called up the green [Strong and Robust] trait from his library, along with the demon refining pot Magic Treasure.

The demon refining pot was a low-grade earth artifact. He had used it in a simulation before, but had since replaced it with something better, so it had been sitting idle.

Although [Strong and Robust] was only a green trait, it could significantly boost one's Physique and recovery abilities.

He fused [Strong and Robust] into Lin Wanqing's body and handed the demon refining pot to her.

Lin Wanqing took the demon refining pot. As soon as her fingers touched the pot's body, she felt a powerful force surge in.

Her Dantian expanded, her spiritual energy skyrocketed, and the sounds of Bottlenecks shattering crackled like roasting beans.

Qi Guiding Rank 8.

Lin Wanqing stood there in a daze, her hands trembling as she held the demon refining pot.

She looked at Chu Sheng and opened her mouth to say thank you, but felt those words were too light.

Chu Sheng said he didn't want her thanks.

Lin Wanqing was silent for a long time, then she put away the demon refining pot and reached out to untie her sash.

Chu Sheng was taken aback: "It's almost dawn..."

Lin Wanqing said, "Then be quick."

Chu Sheng shut his mouth.

By the time he left the Lin Mansion, the sun had already risen.

Chu Sheng leaned against a wall, grimacing in pain.

His waist wasn't just sore anymore; it hurt.

He now seriously suspected that this trait-gifting function was draining his Yang Qi.

If the Old Grandfather were awake, he would surely mock him for getting what he deserved.

"If I go by the terms of my old world, that's a Hat-trick, and a Grand Slam is right before my eyes."

He took a deep breath, circulated the Taixu True Scripture to suppress the sense of depletion within him, and set off toward Danxia Peak.

Danxia Peak was quiet.

When Chu Sheng sneaked in, he found Zhou Wantang napping.

Dressed in a purple robe, she reclined on a soft couch. Her long hair was scattered over her shoulders, her breathing steady, and her eyelashes occasionally fluttered as if she were dreaming.

Chu Sheng approached quietly and cast a Soundproofing Barrier.

Then he reached out and gently lifted the corner of Zhou Wantang's clothes.

Zhou Wantang snapped her eyes open, horrified to find her clothes being peeled away.

She wanted to struggle and call for help, but her body could not move.

Then she saw Chu Sheng. His face emerged from the shadows with a slight smile.

Chu Sheng said, "I'm here to help you Cultivate."

Zhou Wantang was shocked and asked, "Who are you?"

Chu Sheng replied, "What do you think?"

Zhou Wantang stared at him for a long time. Suddenly, her whole body jolted as if struck by something.

It wasn't Devilish Qi or pressure, but a very strange feeling.

This person felt very familiar.

Like a long-lost relative, an old friend reunited after a long time, or someone she had seen many times in her dreams but forgotten upon waking.

Chu Sheng released a wisp of Devilish Qi: "Still not greeting the Heavenly Demon?"

Zhou Wantang trembled all over.

That term exploded in her mind like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, ripples spreading outward.

She suddenly understood where that sense of familiarity came from—she practiced the path of the Hidden Demon, and the Bloodline of the Demon Race flowed within her.

And the person before her possessed the Heavenly Demon Body, the Bloodline descendant of the Ancestor of All Demons.

Before him, she was like a drop of water returning to the ocean, a grain of sand falling into the desert.

She let out a soft moan and slumped onto the couch, her face turning so red it looked like it might bleed.

She turned her head and glanced nearby. Zhou Wantang said nervously, "There... there are Disciples..."

Chu Sheng said, "I've placed a Restriction. They can't see or hear anything."

Zhou Wantang's face grew even redder, the tips of her ears burning.

She bit her lip, wanting to say something, but her throat felt blocked.

Zhou Wantang closed her eyes. She thought to herself, how can this person be like this, so overbearing at their first meeting.

The purple Pill Dao Physique in the trait library began to flash.

It was one of the traits Chu Sheng had brought back from a simulation, capable of greatly enhancing Alchemy talent and fire control.

He had no use for it now, so it was perfect to give to Zhou Wantang.

He fused the Pill Dao Physique into Zhou Wantang's body and concurrently transferred some cultivation.

Zhou Wantang's whole body jolted. The spiritual energy in her Dantian seemed to be ignited, surging wildly.

She broke through True Firmament in one go, steadily stopping at the early stage of True Transformation Realm.

Zhou Wantang's eyes widened as she looked at Chu Sheng as if looking at a monster.

She had cultivated for so many years just to reach True Firmament, yet this person arrived and pushed her to True Transformation Realm in the time it took for an incense stick to burn?

Chu Sheng said, "Don't look at me like that, I'll get conceited."

Chu Sheng leaned back on the couch, looking at the already sleeping Zhou Wantang in his arms. He thought to himself that these days were more exhausting than fighting a war.

He closed his eyes, preparing to doze for a bit as well.

The simulator's voice suddenly rang in his head.

[Detected continuous triggering of the "Many Children, Many Blessings" trait-gifting function. Host's current status: Kidney Qi deficiency. Recommended to supplement nutrition and take moderate rest.]

Chu Sheng: "..."

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, expressionless.

When did this damn simulator learn how to mock people?

In his arms, Zhou Wantang rolled over, mumbled something, and buried her face in his chest.

Chu Sheng looked down at her and suddenly smiled.

Fine, so what if I'm tired. With a Sea Opening cultivation, could I really be worked to death?

He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Outside the window, the Disciples of Danxia Peak were still dozing.

What they didn't know was that the Elder they admired and adored had transformed from True Firmament into a True Transformation Realm expert.

The sunlight shone in, falling on the two of them, warm and gentle.