72: Chapter 72 A Sleepless Night! Envoy Xiao: You call this cultivation?

Night fell, and the lights within the Hehuan Sect began to dim.

Although a long-legged "big sister" guest from the Central Plains had joined them, it didn't disrupt Wang Yang’s daily cultivation plans.

However, to spare his guest’s feelings, maintain his dignity as the Sect Master, and avoid scaring her away, Wang Yang decided to temporarily cancel that shocking five-person grand array.

"Today, we'll implement one-on-one precision tutoring."

Wang Yang stroked his chin, feeling the two [Great Sun Immortal Kidneys] at his waist as hot as nuclear reactors. A confident curve tugged at the corner of his mouth:

"Though we can't all go at once, this tag-team battle... is exactly what I've been craving!"

"It's the perfect time to test just how powerful this Phenomenon really is!"

Liu Ruyan’s bedroom.

This was the closest room to the [Tingyu Pavilion] where Xiao Yuhan was staying.

Inside the Tingyu Pavilion.

Xiao Yuhan sat cross-legged on a prayer mat. She had just taken a Medicinal Pill and was preparing to circulate her energy to heal her injuries.

"Though this Hehuan Sect is strange, the concentration of Spiritual Qi is actually quite good. Especially this house Sect Master Wang built—it actually comes with its own Spirit Gathering Array..."

Just as she was marveling, a strange noise suddenly came from next door.

"Mnh... Husband... gentler..."

The voice was soft and sweet, carrying a hint of a sob, like a bullied kitten.

Immediately after came the rhythmic creaking of the bed, intense and steady, like a small boat tossing in a violent storm.

Xiao Yuhan snapped her eyes open, her fair face instantly flushing red.

"This... this is..."

She was a pure virgin, but even if she hadn't eaten pork, she had seen a pig run.

"This Sect Master Wang... he’s starting this early? And right next door to me?!"

"Wait, that woman’s voice sounds like his second disciple? It’s not his wife, Ye Qingcheng?"

She wanted to block out her hearing, but the sound seemed to possess a kind of magic, relentlessly boring into her ears.

Liu Ruyan did have a Wood Spiritual Root, after all; her vitality was tenacious. Her voice shifted from initial pleas for mercy into high-pitched melodies, like a spring flower nourished by rain, blooming with the most primal rhythms of life.

Accompanied by Wang Yang’s low growls and the faint traces of Pure Yang Qi wafting over...

Xiao Yuhan felt her whole body grow hot. Her True Qi began to surge uncontrollably, making it impossible to calm her mind.

"This is sheer torture!"

"Is this Sect Master Wang a bull? It’s been an hour and he still hasn't stopped?!"

One hour later.

It finally grew quiet next door.

Xiao Yuhan let out a long breath and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

"Finally over... That Junior Sister Liu looks so delicate, but she certainly has a set of lungs on her."

She felt sticky all over and restlessly hot.

"No, I need to go to the Spirit Spring on the back mountain to bathe and clear my head."

Xiao Yuhan threw on a sheer outer robe and quietly slipped out, moving like a nimble cat toward the Spirit Spring.

The night was as still as water, bathed in moonlight.

As she pushed through the flowers and reached the edge of the steaming natural Spirit Spring, her footsteps suddenly froze.

Splash—!

Water sprayed everywhere.

The Spirit Spring, which should have been empty, now looked as if a thunder dragon were thrashing within it!

Amidst the swirling mist, two figures were tightly entwined.

"Revered Master! I want that... Lightning Phenomenon! Make it even more intense!"

Lin Xiaowan’s signature energetic voice rang out, filled with unmistakable excitement and trembling.

"Alright! Since Xiao Wan likes a thrill, I'll add some more electricity for you!"

Crackle—!

Purple lightning exploded across the water's surface, illuminating the entire Spirit Spring with brilliant light.

By that momentary flash of lightning, Xiao Yuhan saw it clearly.

On Lin Xiaowan’s jade-white back, purple electric arcs were flickering. She was clinging to Wang Yang like an octopus, sparks flying wildly across the water.

Every cultivation movement sent water spraying into the air, interweaving with the lightning sparks to create a scene that made one's blood boil.

"Ah—! I'm numb, I'm numb... Revered Master..."

Lin Xiaowan’s screams echoed through the back mountain.

Hiding behind a massive boulder, Xiao Yuhan was completely stunned.

Her face was as red as a cooked shrimp, and her heart was beating so fast it felt like it would leap out of her throat.

See no evil! See no evil!

Reason told her she should turn and leave immediately, but that scene of wild power and primal energy drew her gaze like a magnet.

Is this... the Hehuan Sect’s way of cultivating?

In the water? With lightning?

And Sect Master Wang’s body... is it really that powerful?

That Lin girl is a Golden Core Sword-Body Dual Cultivator, yet she’s being driven to this state?

She watched in secret for a full fifteen minutes until her legs felt weak. Only then did she snap back to her senses, cover her burning cheeks, and flee in a panic.

Having escaped back to the Tingyu Pavilion, Xiao Yuhan was now completely sleepless.

She lay in bed with the covers over her head, her mind filled with the images from the Spirit Spring and the sounds of Liu Ruyan from earlier.

"Sleep! Just sleep! Once I'm asleep, I won't know anything!"

However, fate had other plans.

At the third quarter of the Hour of the Rat (11:45 PM).

A melodious, phoenix-like sound of a flute (crossed out)... a low sobbing sound drifted over from the nearby Tingtao Pavilion on the night breeze.

That was Su Qingge.

As expected of someone with a natural Zither Heart and Sword Gall, even this sound carried a sharp, cold edge amidst its flow, winding and low like a mournful song, as if she were performing "High Mountains and Flowing Water."

But to Xiao Yuhan’s ears, this was practically a death knell!

"Another one?!"

"This time it's Fairy Su?!"

Xiao Yuhan clutched her pillow in a breakdown.

"Is this Sect Master Wang made of iron? Does he not need to rest at all?"

The Hour of the Ox (1 AM - 3 AM).

Just when Xiao Yuhan thought things might finally quiet down for a while...

A terrifying aura of alternating heat and cold suddenly erupted from the direction of the main hall!

That was Ye Qingcheng!

"Husband... love me... give me all of your fire..."

This voice was no longer suppressed; it was filled with a queenly passion and demand.

Following that was the sound of continuous battle. The commotion was so great that Xiao Yuhan could even feel the ground beneath her feet vibrating slightly.

It was the collision of ice and fire, the unreserved venting of a Golden Core powerhouse.

The ultimate explosion of the [Great Sun Immortal Kidney]!

Wang Yang was like an untiring god of war, galloping through Ye Qingcheng’s domain, thoroughly melting the cold Ice Queen into a pool of spring water.

The next morning.

When the first light of dawn touched Cangwu Mountain.

Wang Yang pushed open his door, feeling refreshed, and took a long stretch.

"Refreshing!"

"After a whole night, not only am I not tired, but I feel a hundred times more energetic!"

"This Great Sun Immortal Kidney really is a man's ultimate dream! Hahahaha!"

Humming a little tune, he walked to the entrance of the Tingyu Pavilion to check on his guest.

"Envoy Xiao? Did you sleep well last night? How is your recovery coming along?"

Creak—

The door slowly opened.

Xiao Yuhan leaned against the doorframe as she walked out.

Her usually valiant face now sported two large dark circles. Her eyes were unfocused, her steps were unsteady, and she looked as if her very essence had been drained away.

She looked even more haggard than when she had first been injured yesterday.

"Sect... Sect Master Wang..."

Xiao Yuhan looked at the man before her, who was glowing with health and vitality. Her mouth twitched, her tone resentful to the extreme:

"Your sect's cultivation atmosphere..."

"Is truly... intense..."

"This envoy... did not sleep a wink."