129: Chapter 129 Bai Su's Sneaky Demeanor! The Zhao Family of Zhongzhou, We've Arrived!

As the night deepened, a "deep tutoring session" aimed straight at the Great Dao was in full swing inside the top-tier Spirit-Gathering Bedroom of the Flying Boat's inner cabin.

Wang Yang sat cross-legged on the white jade spiritual couch, the Pure Yang Essence of his second-level Soul Transformation Stage surging within him like a rushing river.

Across from him, Bai Linger, who had grown her fourth snow-white fox tail, was receiving the baptism of this vast spiritual power with a flushed face.

Beside them, the [First Maid] Ji Wushuang, dressed in that shameful black-and-white maid outfit, gritted her teeth and worked extremely hard to transform her Peak Golden Core spiritual power into a soft auxiliary force, assisting the circulation of their spiritual power cycle.

"Revered Master husband... Linger's Bloodline Power is about to overflow..." Bai Linger let out an irrepressible cry as her four fox tails swayed excitedly behind her. The entire bedroom was filled with the thick, exotic fragrance of the fox tribe and the resonance of the Great Dao.

However, what no one knew was that in the guest room just a wall away, another person was undergoing an unspeakable "torture."

It was none other than the Demon Empress of her generation, Bai Su!

They were already connected by Bloodline, and being so close allowed for an extremely mysterious mental connection.

The extreme thrill of the Pure Yang Qi blending with the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox Bloodline in the bedroom next door actually transmitted through the Bloodline bond to Bai Su without missing a single bit!

"Ugh..." Bai Su, dressed in a plain palace gown, slumped on the bed, her peerless face now completely flushed.

She was weak all over, and she couldn't even circulate her demon power to focus her mind. She could only feel the waves of the Great Dao's lingering charm coming from next door with hazy eyes.

Two hours later, the surging spiritual power next door finally subsided.

Bai Linger, who had recently broken through to the Demon Emperor Realm, lay contentedly in Wang Yang's arms and fell into a deep sleep after absorbing the massive Pure Yang fortune.

Ji Wushuang was sweating profusely from exhaustion and was about to clean up the aftermath when the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open silently by a fragrant breeze.

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow, and Ji Wushuang's eyes widened in shock.

Bai Su appeared, her palace gown half-undone and her face flushed like a peach blossom, sneaking in like a thief.

She didn't even glance at the sleeping Bai Linger, turning into an afterimage as she lunged directly into Wang Yang's arms.

"Wang Yang... I... I also want tutoring..."

After being teased by that Pure Yang Qi for two full hours, this cold and tsundere fox-tribe Demon Empress completely cast aside all her pretenses.

It was another session of cloud-flipping and rain-making, a blending of the Great Dao!

Not until before dawn did Bai Su contentedly finish absorbing the last bit of pure Pure Yang Essence.

Looking radiant, she straightened her palace gown and regained her high-and-mighty Demon Empress posture.

Before leaving, Bai Su turned back, her oppressive, beautiful eyes staring intently at the dumbfounded Ji Wushuang in the corner, coldly threatening her via voice transmission:

"If you dare to leak a single word about tonight, I will pull out your tongue!"

After saying that, Bai Su acted as if nothing had happened, sneaking back to her room with a guilty conscience but feeling refreshed.

Leaving Ji Wushuang alone in a daze, ten thousand "grass mud horses" galloping through her heart: "What kind of immortal Sect is this Hehuan Sect?! Stealing a taste and even threatening the maid?!"

...

The next morning.

Bai Ningbing, having finished her all-night talk with Xiao Yuhan, walked out of her room with a complex expression.

She sought out Wang Yang and asked for a quiet guest room, stating that she had damaged her Origin Qi during her previous life-and-death battle and needed to go into seclusion for a few days to heal.

Wang Yang, naturally, readily agreed.

The Flying Boat shuttled through the sea of clouds at a leisurely pace.

During these few days, apart from Su Qingge who was guiding them, the Hehuan Sect's daily routine remained sightseeing and playing cards by day, while at night, Wang Yang would punctually gather the girls for "private tutoring sessions."

Until five days later.

Bai Ningbing finally refined the medicinal power in her body, completely stabilized her injuries, and emerged from seclusion.

However, when she arrived on the deck feeling refreshed, ready to thank Xiao Yuhan and Wang Yang, her Divine Sense merely swept over them casually, and she was struck as if by lightning, freezing in place once more!

"This... how is this possible?!"

Bai Ningbing stared intently at Ye Qingcheng, Su Qingge, Lin Xiaowan, Liu Ruyan, Bai Linger, and Ji Linglong, who were drinking tea on the deck.

She remembered clearly that when she first boarded the boat five days ago, these six stunning beauties had clearly only just stepped into the first level of the Nascent Soul stage!

But now, their Auras had all simultaneously jumped a minor Realm, and they had all advanced to the second level of the Nascent Soul stage!

Not only that, but when she turned to look at her good friend Xiao Yuhan, she gasped in even greater shock.

Xiao Yuhan's surrounding spiritual power had reached an extreme density, even faintly triggering a resonance with the Laws of Heaven and Earth—a sign that only appeared when preparing to advance to the Soul Transformation Stage!

"Yuhan!" Bai Ningbing could no longer contain her inner shock. She grabbed Xiao Yuhan's arm, her voice trembling and distorted.

"This... what on earth is going on?! How did they all break through? You... are you about to reach Soul Transformation as well?!"

"In just five short days! Is Sect Master Wang's... that Dual Cultivation tutoring method really so miraculous?!"

"A few days' time is equivalent to decades or even centuries of our hard cultivation?!"

Seeing her friend's worldview collapse once again, Xiao Yuhan proudly lifted her snowy-white chin and said with absolute certainty, "Ningbing, do you believe it now? By Revered Master's side, things like Realm barriers simply don't exist."

Bai Ningbing stared blankly at the snow-white-clad figure standing at the bow. Her heart, which had already been rippling because of Wang Yang saving her life, was now churning with massive waves.

How is this an old lecher? This is the walking Supreme Great Dao itself!

Just as Bai Ningbing was struggling internally, even faintly feeling an impulse to proactively seek "tutoring,"

Su Qingge, standing at the bow, suddenly trembled violently. Her eyes turned red instantly, and her fists clenched tightly, her nails almost sinking into her flesh.

Everyone followed her gaze.

They saw the sea of clouds ahead gradually parting. In the center of an immortal city, a vast and magnificent classical manor appeared.

On the manor's plaque, the original words "Su Residence" had long been erased, replaced by two extremely eye-catching gilded characters—[Zhao Residence]!

"Husband..." Su Qingge's voice carried deep-seated hatred and a hint of a sob.

Wang Yang walked to her side, gently pulled her into his arms, and looked down with extremely cold eyes at the Zhao family residence below, which was decorated with lanterns and streamers, seemingly hosting some large-scale banquet.

"Qingge, we're home."

Wang Yang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling, grim killing intent: "Come, your husband will take you there now to collect the debt!"