67: Chapter 67 Progress, Heart-to-Heart Talk

"Mmm... so comfortable!" The moment the warm medicinal liquid enveloped her entire body, Chen Yuwei sighed in satisfaction.

She looked toward Zhao Qingyue, who was still hesitating by the edge of the pool.

"Stop being so bashful and get in. It's all prepared anyway."

Zhao Qingyue looked at her candid demeanor and thought about it carefully; it seemed she was right.

It was a kind gesture, and refusing further would just seem pretentious.

So, she took off her bathrobe, lifted her jade-like feet, and slowly stepped into the pool.

The warm spring water washed over her body, carrying the nourishing power of the medicinal herbs, seeping into every limb and bone.

Her fatigue dissipated bit by bit, and her whole body felt lighter.

The two leaned against the edge of the pool, closing their eyes to enjoy the moment.

"Yuwei," Zhao Qingyue suddenly spoke, her voice sounding somewhat hazy amidst the steam.

"Are you... planning on marrying into the family? Otherwise, why are you so composed?"

Chen Yuwei didn't open her eyes, but a smile curled at the corner of her lips: "Guess."

Zhao Qingyue was left hanging, and in a fit of playful annoyance, she reached out and pushed her.

With a huff, she turned to the side and pressed her into the water.

Chen Yuwei was caught off guard and swallowed a mouthful of water. Struggling to sit up while coughing, she retaliated, "Oh, so that's how it is! You ambushed me!"

The two immediately started splashing around in the not-so-large hot spring pool, water flying everywhere, filled with peals of laughter.

After a while, both were exhausted and leaned back against the pool edge, panting.

Once things calmed down, Chen Yuwei gazed at the carved ceiling and sighed softly: "It's so good to be rich... These cultivation conditions, this kind of life... I never even dared to imagine it before."

Zhao Qingyue glanced at her, her tone a bit sour: "Hmph! And you said you didn't want to marry him. Don't tell me you've already been conquered this quickly?"

Chen Yuwei turned her head, her wet black hair clinging to her cheeks, but her eyes were exceptionally clear: "Qingyue, that kind of thinking isn't good."

"What do you mean 'conquered'? This is called mutual affection."

"When you meet someone you like, someone suitable, someone you want, and you still hold back and play hard to get, that's just being a fool."

Zhao Qingyue was stunned by her words, her cheeks turning even redder in the steaming heat.

She remained silent for a long time before burying half her face in the water and mumbling vaguely: "I... I'm not holding back..."

The voice was very soft, so soft it was almost drowned out by the sound of the water.

But Chen Yuwei heard it. Looking at her friend's reddened ears and flickering gaze, she smiled knowingly, closed her eyes again, and said no more.

The hot spring water rippled gently, reflecting the faces of the two, each lost in her own thoughts.

Outside the window, the lights of Lin Family Manor lit up one by one, signaling another warm and long night.

...

The following days seemed to replicate the pattern of the previous one.

In the morning, Lin Yun and his four wives, along with the two "guests," had breakfast together.

Afterward, they immersed themselves in the sweat and rhythmic breathing of the Training Room.

The morning was for foundational polishing and guidance on Combat Techniques.

The afternoon was for cultivation in the Gravity Chamber and targeted training.

In the evening, they dined together, chatting about insights from their cultivation and sharing interesting anecdotes from various places.

At night, they took medicinal baths to nourish their Qi and blood, relieving the day's fatigue.

Lin Yun's teaching was patient and precise, always able to pinpoint Zhao Qingyue and Chen Yuwei's shortcomings with surgical accuracy.

He always taught them everything he knew regarding their questions, occasionally demonstrating personally and correcting their posture errors hand-in-hand.

Zhao Qingyue and Chen Yuwei already had a favorable impression of Lin Yun.

Under his gentle offensive, the relationship between the three warmed up rapidly, adding a touch of indescribable ambiguity to their interactions.

The way Zhao Qingyue looked at Lin Yun gradually shifted from initial politeness and distance to trust and intimacy.

Chen Yuwei was more cheerful and direct; she was no longer reserved when asking for advice and would occasionally crack harmless jokes, making Lin Yun laugh.

Three days later, it was another fulfilling afternoon.

Lin Qianxi had just finished a round of cultivation in the Gravity Chamber, her bangs slightly damp, her small face glowing with a healthy flush.

She walked out of the Gravity Chamber and arrived at the spacious and bright lounge area.

"Sister Qianxi, tired? Come and drink some water."

Su Yingxue smiled and handed her a bottle of specially made supplement liquid, pulling her to sit down beside her.

Shen Youqing and Wu Qingya were also sitting around; the table was laid with exquisite refreshments and fruits.

The four's gazes were currently cast toward the sparring and teaching area not far away.

There, Lin Yun was instructing Zhao Qingyue and Chen Yuwei on a set of basic palm techniques.

"Yuwei, your waist's point of force application is wrong. It's not about twisting, but rotating; use your waist and hips to drive your arms."

As Lin Yun spoke, he walked behind Chen Yuwei quite naturally.

He gently supported her waist with one hand and lifted her arm with the other, helping her adjust her posture.

"Feel it; isn't it smoother to exert force this way, and easier for the power to penetrate through?"

Their bodies were almost pressed together, and Lin Yun's warm breath brushed past Chen Yuwei's ear.

Chen Yuwei's body stiffened slightly, but she quickly relaxed and adjusted as told, her eyes lighting up: "Really! It feels completely different!"

"Mmm, remember this feeling."

Lin Yun let go and turned to Zhao Qingyue, who was to the side.

"Qingyue, your footwork coordination is a bit disjointed. Your palm technique arrived, but your steps didn't keep up..."

Watching the intimate and natural interaction in the teaching area, Su Yingxue retracted her gaze.

She looked at Lin Qianxi beside her and spoke softly: "Qianxi, do you... blame us?"

Lin Qianxi was taking small sips of water; hearing this, she froze, turned to look at Su Yingxue, her clear big eyes full of confusion: "Sister Yingxue, what are you saying? Why would I blame you?"

Shen Youqing gently added from the side: "Haven't you only been married to Husband for a few days? Your honeymoon period hasn't even passed yet."

"You hadn't even had the chance to get intimate with Husband, and we called Qingyue and Yuwei over, disrupting your world for two."

Wu Qingya reached out both hands, clasping Lin Qianxi's hand in her palms, her beautiful eyes filled with sincere apology: "That's right, Qianxi. I had a part in this too, and I've been feeling a bit guilty about it."

When Shen Youqing said the words "get intimate," Lin Qianxi's cheeks flushed with two patches of red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Subconsciously, she glanced again in the direction of the teaching area.

Lin Yun was currently correcting a detail of Zhao Qingyue's palm technique hand-in-hand, their hands almost pressed together.

Lin Qianxi's gaze circled the three sisters' faces and then fell back to the harmonious scene in the arena.

She bit her lip, thought seriously for a moment, then raised her eyes, her voice not loud but very clear: "At the very beginning... there was a little bit." She admitted honestly.

"Just a little bit! It felt... like the time that belonged to me was being taken away."

The three sisters all showed expressions of understanding, listening quietly.

"But," Lin Qianxi changed the subject, a smile appearing on her face.

"After interacting with Sister Qingyue and Sister Yuwei, I discovered that they are both especially good people, gentle and kind, and they take good care of me too."

"And... seeing Husband teach them so seriously, and seeing them learn so diligently, I actually think this is quite good."

"So that little bit of feeling went away very quickly."