Chapter 41 Easy Success
The mist from the spirit spring was still curling upwards, and the moonlight filtered through the gaps in the vines, weaving dappled light and shadows onto the bluestone.
Lin Yue slowly rose from the side of the spirit spring. Droplets of water slid down his skin, shimmering with fine silver light under the moon. His skin, which had once been loose like old tree bark, had now become tight and smooth, glowing with a healthy honey-colored luster. Even the bulging blue veins on the back of his hands had mostly receded, leaving only faint, trace-like lines of sinew that added a sense of power.
He raised a hand to brush away the wet hair from his forehead. His originally white hair had long since lost its frosty color; only a few strands of light gray remained amidst the ink-black hair, making the contours of his face appear even sharper.
The wrinkles that had once filled the corners of his eyes had smoothed out, and the ends of his eyes slanted slightly upward, adding a touch of sharp handsomeness. The bridge of his nose was more upright, and his lip line was well-defined. Having shed his aged appearance, he now possessed a mature charm born of experiencing life's vicissitudes—neither as thin as a green Disciple nor as greasy as a middle-aged Cultivator, he was perfectly poised at the most captivating point.
Even more startling was his physique.
His originally hunched back was now completely straight, with a perfectly balanced ratio of broad shoulders to a narrow waist. The lines of his pectoral muscles were smooth and firm, without any exaggerated bulging, yet radiating explosive power. The eight-pack of his abdominal muscles was clearly visible, rising and falling gently with his breath. Water droplets slid down the grooves, landing on the mermaid line at his waist before trickling down his firm thigh muscles.
Every inch of muscle looked as if it had been meticulously sculpted, possessing both the power of a Body Cultivator and the ethereal grace of a Cultivator, so perfect it made one's heart race.
“Hus... Husband?”
A He’s light footsteps came to a dead stop. She stood outside the vines, still clutching the freshly warmed spiritual tea, but she had completely forgotten her purpose for coming.
Her amber eyes widened as she stared fixedly at Lin Yue's figure. Her cheeks instantly flushed bright red, and even her breathing became hurried.
She had never seen Lin Yue like this—previously, Lin Yue's body had already become younger, but it still carried a slight air of weathered age.
But the man under the moonlight now radiated a vigorous vitality. His muscle lines flickered in the light and shadow, and even the curve of his elbow when he raised his hand was full of tension. It made her heart beat like a drum, the spiritual tea cup in her fingers began to tremble slightly, and she simply could not look away.
“Staring blankly?” Lin Yue turned his head and met A He’s direct gaze. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he casually picked up his outer robe. He didn't put it on immediately, but just draped it over his arm, intentionally teasing her, “Staring at your husband like this... are you planning to be naughty again and get a spanking?”
A He finally snapped out of it and lowered her head as if burned. The tips of her ears were so red they looked like they could drip blood, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz: “No, I haven't... Husband has just... become so young, so handsome...” She peeked up, then quickly lowered her eyes again, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt into wrinkles. “None of those inner Sect prodigies in the Sect can compare to Husband...”
Su Qingyuan stepped out from behind the shade of the trees, still holding that broken sword. The blade glinted coldly in the moonlight, but her gaze uncontrollably fell upon Lin Yue, and even the fingers holding the sword subconsciously tightened.
She had originally been hiding to the side in a huff, but she couldn't resist her curiosity and peeked out, only to see the scene by the spirit spring at a glance.
Those smooth muscle lines and that handsome face, stripped of its weathered age, scratched at her heart like a feather, causing her heart rate to suddenly accelerate. Yet her mouth remained as sharp as ever: “It’s just a Physical Body ripened by some unorthodox methods, what is there to be proud of?”
Despite her words, her eyes never left Lin Yue's arms. Especially when she saw the lines of his muscles shifting as he raised his hand, a blush quietly crept onto the tips of her ears, and even the swaying of her sword tassel slowed by half a beat.
Luo Ningshuang leaned against a bluestone by the spirit spring, watching this scene with a flash of amusement in her eyes. Even from this distance, she could sense the sourness lingering in the air.
She saw things clearly; Su Qingyuan was just being stubborn—these past few days, seeing A He being favored, Su Qingyuan had already been quite jealous.
Furthermore, having seen her and her husband like that today... who knows what was going through her mind.
In her view, it was only a matter of time before Su Qingyuan fell into Lin Yue's clutches. No, given the current situation, it was only a matter of time before she threw herself into her husband's arms and surrendered completely...
Lin Yue also felt quite helpless. Every time he engaged in Dual Cultivation, his Physical Body received a session of tempering, becoming closer and closer to perfection.
All of this was an almost irresistible, fatal attraction to women in the prime of their youth.
When a woman becomes lustful, her degree of desire is absolutely several times that of a man's.
Looking at it now, it wasn't that he had been too shallow before, but rather that his mediocre looks and strength had limited his imagination in this regard.
It turned out that women have no resistance to handsome and fit men, especially those with infinitely powerful strength—he had already verified this through A He and Luo Ningshuang.
Whether it was the naturally shy and innocent A He, or the ice-cold and closed-off Luo Ningshuang, once they were completely conquered by him, they both displayed a passion and abandon that far exceeded his imagination. Especially when they completely fell and became obsessed, that kind of longing and madness left Lin Yue himself somewhat surprised and struggling to keep up.
And now, even the habitually stubborn Su Qingyuan was starting to show signs of wavering.
Lin Yue smiled and shook his head, putting on his outer robe. He walked toward A He and gently took the spiritual tea from her hand. Seeing this, Su Qingyuan gave a cold snort and turned her head away, but her reddened earlobes betrayed her.
Lin Yue gathered his thoughts and focused his gaze on the azure yuan divine tripod. By now, the patterns on the cauldron's body had become pure, and it was emitting a gentle Spiritual Qi, nourishing everything around it.
The horizon in the distance began to pale, the Spiritual Vein of the Spiritual Grain Area was completely unblocked, and the spiritual plants in the Medicine Garden were growing remarkably well.
But soon, Lin Yue suddenly frowned. Because the azure yuan divine tripod had been unearthed, the Spiritual Vein that had been suppressed was now able to fully release its spiritual power.
This was originally a good thing, but the existing Formation had been designed for the weak Spiritual Qi that existed when the vein was blocked. Now that the Spiritual Vein was fully open, the Formation in the Medicine Garden simply couldn't withstand it.
If this continued, problems would likely arise within a few days.
A He also noticed the problem—the flow of the spirit spring had sped up, and water droplets were beginning to condense on the leaves of the spiritual plants in the core Medicine Garden. If this continued, the excess Spiritual Qi would burst the spiritual plants.
“I need to find Ling Wei! She understands Formations!” Lin Yue already had designs on Ling Wei, and now that such an opportunity had arisen, he could seek her out with a legitimate reason.
If he could bring such a girl with a talent for Formations into his harem—no, his camp—it would be another layer of support.
Upon hearing this, A He was full of joy and anticipation: “Senior Sister Ling Wei is a master of Formations. If she takes action, it will naturally be handled with ease.”
Luo Ningshuang, hearing this, fell into a moment of silence.
“Captured with ease!?” As soon as A He finished speaking, Su Qingyuan’s eyes, which were usually cold and aloof, now swirled with an imperceptible trace of jealousy. “You silly girl, if you were sold by this scoundrel, you’d probably still help him count the money. Hmph, this time I wonder who is the one being captured with ease?”