96: Let’s see whether you suck me or I suck you!

Bai Linglong woke up with a start, realizing she had slept for several more years.

“Haa… *yawn*…” She patted her mouth with her delicate hands, wiping away the drool from the corner of her lips.

“Sleeping like this is too boring. How about we do something interesting…?”

“Great Dream, Reincarnation—!”

Linglong formed a hand seal, and a profound ripple emanated from her body. She sliced off a portion of her divine soul, casting it into the cycle of reincarnation to be reborn as a human, preparing to re-tread the path of life.

In a corner of the vast White Tiger Heaven, a baby girl named Dragon Spirit was born with a cry.

On the same day, a red spotted cat plummeted straight down from the Nineteenth Heaven.

This cat was Ruyi.

Due to the differing origins of the world's power, it, a God Art Master at its peak, found it impossible to unleash its full strength.

To minimize energy consumption, Ruyi had no choice but to shrink its body, transforming itself into the size of a domestic cat, while slowly converting its cultivation to a power that could be utilized in this world.

If nothing unexpected happened, this conversion would likely last for ten years.

“Wah~ wah~”

The cries of the infant drew Ruyi in.

It was just an ordinary family among the myriad lights, but with the arrival of the newborn, the home was currently filled with an atmosphere of joy.

Yet, for some unknown reason, the head of the household, Long Dachuan, tried everything he could but still couldn't soothe his little ancestor.

She just kept crying and crying.

“Meow~?”

Ruyi squeezed through the door crack into the room, looked at the infant on the bed, and let out a meow.

“Little girl, stop crying!”

“If you cry anymore, I’ll eat you!”

Long Dachuan’s gaze was drawn by the cat’s meow: “Where did this cat come from? Go, go, go!”

As he spoke, he stepped forward to shoo it away, but Ruyi leaped up onto a high beam, looking down at the family from above.

“You thieving cat!”

“Dachuan, look, Ling’er seems to have stopped crying?”

His wife spoke up, reminding him, and Long Dachuan turned his head to look. He saw Dragon Spirit staring with wide eyes, directly meeting Ruyi’s gaze.

For a moment, she even forgot to cry.

“Ah ba ah ba~”

Dragon Spirit reached out her small hands and flailed them wildly at Ruyi.

And so, Ruyi came to live in the Long family.

It stayed for eighteen years.

…

Meng Yun, attended by the maidservant Yu’er, dressed neatly and understood everything.

This was a world that had successfully defeated the demon seeds.

However, by an unfortunate coincidence, the location where Meng Yun descended bordered another heaven, Xuanwu Heaven.

And in Xuanwu Heaven, the battle against the demon seeds was still raging.

Other parts of White Tiger Heaven had long since returned to peaceful living.

But the Changli Dynasty, where he was located, was not so fortunate and still maintained wartime regulations.

Regarding wartime regulations, the most crucial one was that every cultivator who reached the Golden Core level must at least go to the front lines of the demon seed resistance for one month each year to participate in the battle.

Generals die in a hundred battles, brave men return after ten years.

What a tragic and heroic poem.

Though there were many benevolent and righteous people.

Yet in this world, what was most abundant was precisely those who feared death.

There were always cultivators who believed their lives were paramount, using every trick in the book to escape military service.

It’s better to guide than to block.

Bai Linglong, the reigning Great Emperor at the time, created a system of 'furnace cauldron' exemption from battle.

The system stipulated that all cultivators unwilling to go to the front lines must unconditionally become furnace cauldrons, to be quickly harvested and supplemented by participating cultivators to enhance their strength.

However, this kind of harvesting was not a disregard for human rights, nor was it a short-sighted exploitation. Both parties had to establish a life contract, engaging in dual cultivation and harvesting at fixed times, locations, and quantities.

The furnace cauldron party had to diligently cultivate and contribute their cultivation.

In return, the other party had to participate in battles for at least two months each year, fully making up for their share.

All cultivators who became furnace cauldrons had an indelible soul imprint on their foreheads.

On one hand, it ruthlessly displayed their cowardice to the world.

On the other hand, no one could force them to participate in battle, except by their own free will.

Meng Yun’s current body was, surprisingly, that of a coward.

He looked at the lotus mark on his handsome face in the mirror, utterly speechless.

Death was not scary at all.

Being harvested by a woman now, *that* was the most terrifying thing!

“Yu’er, but why do I feel like I’ve been kept as a kept man by a woman?”

Meng Yun looked at his clothing and daily expenses, feeling that even someone as noble as Nangong Jing probably wouldn't have it better.

“Young Master Meng, stop teasing yourself.” Yu’er, while tidying Meng Yun’s attire, giggled, a blush appearing on her face:

“Who in Jinguan City doesn’t know that Young Master Meng Yun is a rare cultivation genius, unmatched in appearance? Your status completely deserves such generous treatment!

It’s just…”

“It’s just that Young Master Meng Yun, in the end, turned out to be a coward, isn’t that right?” Meng Yun teased.

His eyes were like stars, his appearance more beautiful than Pan An’s.

He was exceptionally talented, and his 'equipment' was excellent!

This body, aside from being like a timid 'duck,' had everything else maxed out for him!

It was just so comfortable!

Meng Yun had no prior memories with this body.

Therefore, as for how he should be harvested later, he still needed Miss Shangguan’s guidance…

“Oh, right, Yu’er, what’s the full name of this Miss Shangguan?”

Just as Yu’er was about to answer, a whooshing sound came from outside the door.

There was no need to guess; the rumored Miss Shangguan had arrived.

“Young Master Meng is indeed charming. After two months apart, you no longer recognize me, Shangguan Qing.”

The person hadn't arrived, but her voice preceded her.

Meng Yun, who had been gossiping about her, was slightly startled and turned his head to look at the doorway.

He saw.

A young woman in a black, tight-fitting dress, with a cold expression, pushed the door open and entered.

The sunlight streamed into the room, as if crowning her.

Shangguan Qing’s face was cold and serene, her eyes like frost, her long hair like a waterfall, moving without wind.

The spiritual energy around her was subtle, and her cold and elegant temperament was naturally formed, making her someone to be admired from afar, not dared to be approached.

A cold wind blew in with her, making Meng Yun shiver involuntarily.

With Meng Yun’s current discernment, it was not difficult to see that Shangguan Qing’s bone age was no more than twenty, but her strength was already at the Mid Nascent Soul stage.

Without any external cheats, this woman could be called a prodigy; even compared to Nangong Jing, she was not at all inferior.

“You may leave.”

Shangguan Qing glanced at Yu’er and gave a direct order.

“…Yes.”

Yu’er dared not defy, not even having the courage to meet her gaze. She lowered her eyes obediently and scurried away.

As she left, she didn't forget to close the door—

She couldn't possibly disturb Shangguan Qing’s good fortune, could she?

Creak.

The door closed.

Shangguan Qing, while undressing, walked step by step towards Meng Yun.

“Gulp.”

Meng Yun looked at the approaching, powerful aura of the maiden, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

This posture, seen by Shangguan Qing, made her find it somewhat amusing.

What?

Was he afraid?

Was he afraid she would hit him, or…

Was he worried that his cultivation, gained through effort, was about to be taken away by her again?

But.

She had been on the battlefield slaying demons, while this man had been living a wild life at home.

Now that two months of fierce fighting had passed, it was only right for her to collect some interest!

“Take off your shoes and socks, and wait for me on the bed.”

Shangguan Qing was expressionless, her black soft armor already casually tossed to the floor.

Her graceful figure, with its undulating peaks, was faintly visible beneath the gauze dress.

“You haven’t showered yet!” Meng Yun stared at her body unblinkingly, speaking with conviction: “The smell of blood is too strong!”

“Who do you think I got these injuries for?!”

The gauze dress fell with a rustle, leaving only a thin belly wrap.

On the maiden’s body, there were countless tiny wounds, dense and horrifying.

Though a Nascent Soul body was incredibly tough, it still required a considerable amount of time to dissolve the infectious power contained within these scars.

Meng Yun fell silent.

Whether he admitted it or not.

A part of these numerous scars was indeed sustained while fighting on his behalf.

Therefore, his cultivation should rightfully be offered to her.

This was the law of survival in White Tiger Heaven, the Changli Dynasty.

Meng Yun said no more, and regardless of whether the maiden was stained with filth or blood, he obediently took off his shoes and socks, and his fragrant, robust body moved close to Shangguan Qing.

A strong scent of hormones assailed her.

Under the maiden’s slightly shocked gaze.

He gently took her slender arm.

And tenderly led her to the head of the bed.

“Shangguan Qing, let’s dual cultivate.

Please absorb my cultivation to your heart’s content.”

Meng Yun’s expression was serious, his attitude sincere.

“Absorb, absorb!”

“In the end, who absorbs whom is really not certain!”

“His second Dantian was already parched and impatient!”