61: Chapter 61: The Two Confess, Warm and Sweet

The two rested in each other's arms, chatting idly.

They talked about everything from Ji Chanxi's insights during Core Formation to Ye Xiaoyao's progress in Cultivate over the past two months, and finally, the aggressive behavior of the Cao father and daughter today.

When mentioning the part where Cao Tianxiong forced Ye Xiaoyao to marry into his family, Ji Chanxi furrowed her brows, her tone turning cold:

"That Cao Sini really doesn't know what's good for her, and her father too—relying on his Late Stage Core Formation cultivation, he actually dared to come directly to the Sect to demand a person."

Ye Xiaoyao gently patted her back to soothe her: "Didn't you chase them away?"

"That was only because I arrived in time."

Ji Chanxi leaned into his embrace, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his chest.

"If I had arrived a step later, the Second Elder might have truly given in under pressure."

She paused, looked up at him, and said: "In the future, if something like this happens again, send me a voice transmission immediately."

Ye Xiaoyao agreed with a smile.

As they chatted, drowsiness gradually washed over them.

The two closed their eyes to rest in each other's arms, their breathing slowly steadying.

About two hours later, Ye Xiaoyao stirred.

He propped himself up, looked at Ji Chanxi, who was sleeping with slightly flushed cheeks in his arms, curled his lips into a smile, and gently turned her over.

Ji Chanxi opened her eyes groggily; before she was fully awake, he pressed himself down upon her.

"Mmm..."

She let out a soft hum, her voice carrying the soft, sweet tone of someone who had just woken up.

"Husband... are you still going at it?"

Ye Xiaoyao lowered his head to kiss her earlobe, his voice carrying a mischievous smile:

"Where are we even at? Of the one hundred times you owed me previously, this is only the tenth."

Ji Chanxi wanted to say something, but her rosy cherry lips were blocked by him.

She let out two whimpers, but in the end, she gave up resistance.

She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, cooperating with this insatiable man.

The Cold Jade Bed began to rock gently once more.

...

The next day at noon, sunlight shone through the window gauze into the room, casting warm spots of light on the floor.

Ye Xiaoyao woke up first.

He propped himself up and looked at Ji Chanxi, who was still fast asleep beside him.

Her black hair spread across the pillow, her eyelashes casting shallow shadows on her cheeks, and her lips were slightly swollen—the traces left behind by the madness of the previous night.

He stepped out of bed lightly and picked up the clothes scattered on the floor.

His own cyan Daoist robe, Ji Chanxi's black dress, and...

Ahem, some undergarments.

Just as he finished putting on his Daoist robe, a rustling sound came from behind him.

Ji Chanxi had also woken up.

She sat up, the thin quilt sliding down to reveal her fair, smooth shoulders and a few ambiguous red marks on her sexy collarbone.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at Ye Xiaoyao, her gaze still somewhat dazed.

"Husband..."

Her voice was hoarse, carrying the languor of the aftermath.

Ye Xiaoyao walked over and handed her the black dress: "Are you awake?"

Ji Chanxi took the dress and slowly put it on.

During the movement, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were somewhat uncomfortable.

Ye Xiaoyao saw this, reached out to help her adjust her collar, his tone filled with apology:

"Last night... did I hurt you?"

Ji Chanxi looked up at him, her eyes filled with reproach and resentment, as if accusing him of lacking restraint.

"What do you think?"

Her voice was soft.

"Ten times... you still remember it was ten times."

Ye Xiaoyao touched his nose and said with a guilty conscience: "I will be careful next time."

Ji Chanxi rolled her eyes at him, a look that clearly said, "As if I'd believe you."

She finished putting on the dress, but when she got off the bed, her legs went weak, and she almost lost her footing.

Ye Xiaoyao quickly steadied her, only to be gently pushed away.

"It's all your fault."

She muttered softly, her cheeks flushing red.

The two straightened their appearance.

Ye Xiaoyao tied up his hair, put on his Daoist robe, fastened his belt, and returned to his handsome appearance.

Ji Chanxi's black dress outlined her graceful figure, and her temperament was less cold than usual, with a bit more gentleness and allure, like a flower nourished by spring rain.

While adjusting her sleeves, Ji Chanxi's gaze inadvertently swept over Ye Xiaoyao's waist, and she suddenly paused.

A Storage Pouch was hanging there.

It was white and purple, made of silk, with exquisite purple bamboo patterns embroidered on the surface.

This pouch...

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Chanxi?"

Ye Xiaoyao noticed her unusual expression and asked: "What's wrong?"

Ji Chanxi stepped forward, her fingers lightly touching the Storage Pouch, and looked up at him, her gaze complex:

"Husband, this Storage Pouch... was it given to you by Revered Master?"

Ye Xiaoyao's heart skipped a beat.

He had forgotten about this.

Ji Chanxi was Liu Yunshuang's Personal Disciple, so she naturally recognized things her Revered Master had used.

He steadied himself and nodded in admission: "Yes, the Sect Master gave it to me."

Ji Chanxi took his arm, looked up at him, her eyes filled with inquiry:

"Why would Revered Master give you a Storage Pouch she used? Could it be..."

She didn't finish, but the meaning was obvious.

It was she who told Liu Yunshuang about Ye Xiaoyao's Pure Yang Sacred Body.

Now that Revered Master was in seclusion for Nascent Soul Formation and had given Ye Xiaoyao this Storage Pouch, which was clearly a personal item...

Could it be that Revered Master had also taken the essence of pure yang from Ye Xiaoyao?

A complex emotion surged in Ji Chanxi's heart.

A bit sour, a bit annoyed, and a bit... of an indescribable stifling feeling.

Ye Xiaoyao gently stroked her hand and decided to confess:

"Chanxi, actually... I can now be considered your Junior Brother."

Ji Chanxi was stunned.

"A few days ago, the Sect Master accepted me as her Personal Disciple."

Ye Xiaoyao continued: "However, this matter hasn't been made public yet; currently, only Second Senior Sister knows."

Ji Chanxi suddenly understood.

So that was it.

Revered Master accepting Ye Xiaoyao as a disciple had the same purpose as hers back then.

It was all for the essence of pure yang.

She bit her lip but still asked:

"Husband, Revered Master... did she take your essence of pure yang?"

This question was asked quite directly.

Ye Xiaoyao was a bit embarrassed, but still nodded: "Yes."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Chanxi reached out and pinched his arm.

It wasn't hard, but it carried obvious annoyance.

"Then why didn't you refuse?"

Ye Xiaoyao smiled bitterly: "At that time, Revered Master restrained me with her spiritual power, and I... couldn't resist."

Ji Chanxi glared at him, her eyes filled with reproach:

"Hmph, I think you were probably eager to! Revered Master is so beautiful, you must have been craving her body."

Ye Xiaoyao laughed, reached out to pull her into his embrace, and said tenderly:

"I crave your body too."

Ji Chanxi leaned against his chest, the sourness in her heart gradually dissipating, replaced by a complex understanding.

Revered Master had been stuck at the Peak of Late Stage Core Formation for so many years and had always lacked a top-tier spiritual item for Nascent Soul Formation.

Ye Xiaoyao's appearance was a heaven-sent Opportunity for her.

Taking the essence of pure yang to help herself achieve Nascent Soul Formation.

If it were anyone else, they would probably do the same.

It's just that...

Ji Chanxi sighed in her heart.

Ye Xiaoyao was her Dao Companion.

Although she could understand it rationally, emotionally, it still felt... a bit unpleasant.

She secretly decided: When Revered Master comes out of seclusion, she must have a good talk with her.

Except for Revered Master, other female cultivators... shouldn't even think about touching Ye Xiaoyao.

She looked up at Ye Xiaoyao, her gaze serious:

"From now on, except for Revered Master, no other female cultivators are allowed to get close to you."

Ye Xiaoyao nodded with a smile: "As you command, Madam."

But in his heart, he thought: This is hard to say...

The two cherished their time together for a while longer before walking out of the bedroom.

Having tossed about all night, even though Ye Xiaoyao had the Pure Yang Sacred Body and abundant energy, he felt empty in his stomach at this moment.

He suggested making a Spirit Fish feast to replenish themselves, and Ji Chanxi naturally agreed.

The two came to the circular pond in front of the courtyard.

The pond water was clear, and a few plump Spirit Fish were swimming leisurely, completely unaware that disaster was imminent.

Ye Xiaoyao rolled up his sleeves and reached out, grasping the air.

His spiritual power transformed into an invisible hand, easily scooping out the four fattest ones.

The Spirit Fish flapped in the air, splashing water everywhere.

Ji Chanxi stood by and watched, a smile on her lips.

Half an hour later, the Spirit Fish feast was served.

A pot of milky white fish soup was steaming, the pan-fried golden fish chunks were fragrant, and there were two whole fish grilled until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sprinkled with cumin and spices.

The two sat opposite each other, and Ye Xiaoyao ladled a bowl of soup for Ji Chanxi.

Ji Chanxi sipped it in small mouthfuls and suddenly asked:

"Husband, during the time I was in seclusion, how did your Cultivate go?"

Ye Xiaoyao picked up a piece of fried fish and said while eating:

"I chose a Body Refining Cultivation Technique at the Hall of Transmitted Teachings called 'Nine Revolutions Hegemon Body Art', and I have now reached the second stage."

Ji Chanxi's beautiful eyes flickered, and she said in surprise:

"Body Refining? No wonder your body is so..."

She paused, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she rolled her eyes at him in reproach.

"So hard, making me suffer."

Ye Xiaoyao choked, coughed twice, and said awkwardly:

"I'll definitely be gentler next time."

Ji Chanxi hummed softly: "You liar."

Although she said that, her beautiful eyes were filled with smiles.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, shining on the two of them.

On the table was the steaming Spirit Fish feast, and opposite her was the one she loved.

At this moment, it was warm and peaceful.

As for the three-year agreement, the Cao family's covetousness, and the Saint's hostility... they were all temporarily thrown to the back of their minds.

At least for now, in this moment, they had each other.