232: Candlelight Dual Cultivation

As he walked to the bedside, he let go of her hand. His fingertips brushed past the gold-embossed patterns on the brocade of the bed's edge almost imperceptibly. His gaze settled on Hua Hanxiang's slightly flushed cheeks, and his tone carried a hint of nonchalant teasing:

"You've become even more charming than when I last saw you."

Hua Hanxiang's heart skipped a beat. She remembered how she had feigned reserve during their first meeting, yet now she had taken the initiative to mention warming his bed. Her cheeks instantly burned even hotter, and even the tips of her ears turned pink.

She bit her lower lip, her fingertips trembling slightly, yet she still reached out to unfasten his collar. Her voice was as soft as if it were soaked in honey:

"Master, this Servant Girl will help you undress."

She tilted her face up, her fingertips carefully stroking the hidden clasp of his jade belt. Her movements were slow, as if she were deliberating, yet they were precise down to the smallest detail. With a soft 'click,' the jade belt came loose.

The black outer robe slid down his shoulders, revealing the moon-white inner garment beneath. The fabric was thin, allowing one to vaguely see the firm lines of his shoulders and back. Spiritual Energy circulated slowly beneath his skin, carrying a gentle yet indisputable pressure, like a stream covered in thin ice during spring—cold on the surface but hiding warmth within.

Situ Jun looked down at her busy figure, his fingertips occasionally brushing the top of her head with a hint of nonchalant indulgence.

Once she had folded the outer robe and placed it by the bed, she turned back to continue unfastening his inner garment, but he raised his hand and pressed down on her wrist, his other hand gently stroking the back of her hand.

The back of her hand, which had been burned earlier, had long since fully recovered. Even the faint pink marks had faded completely, leaving only a delicate whiteness that felt as soft and warm as fine mutton-fat jade.

"What's the rush?"

His voice was lower than usual, as clear as a night breeze blowing through a bamboo forest, yet it also held a hint of inseparable warmth:

"Dual Cultivation emphasizes the union of mind and spirit. You're so flustered, it's as if you're afraid I'll change my mind."

Hua Hanxiang's cheeks heated up. She quickly shook her head, yet she deliberately rubbed against his palm like a submissive kitten:

"This Servant Girl just... just wants to serve Master sooner."

As she spoke, her fingertips lightly hooked the corner of his inner garment, lifting it bit by bit to reveal the firm muscles of his waist and abdomen:

"Master's Cultivation is profound, while this Servant Girl's Aptitude is shallow. To receive Master's favor is already a blessing from the heavens."

Situ Jun glanced at her, a flash of clarity crossing his eyes.

Her current loyalty to him was mostly due to the Medicinal Pills, but the allure in her eyes and the affection in her tone were real, without a hint of falsehood.

After a moment, he said softly:

"Prepare yourself first and calm your mind. Shortly, it won't just be you; I will also gain some benefits."

Upon hearing this, Hua Hanxiang's face turned even redder. She stole a glance at Situ Jun, who was sitting aside drinking tea, secretly complaining that he didn't understand romance.

Instead of looking at a vibrant person like her, he was lost in thought over a cup of cold tea.

But despite her complaints, she still walked toward the bed as instructed. She shed her heavy nightclothes, leaving only a layer of white gauze as thin as a cicada's wing, and knelt on the wide edge of the bed.

The candlelight flickered, casting her enchanting curves onto the bed curtains. Her snow-white skin glowed with a lustrous sheen under the candlelight, and even her red lips, like flower petals, carried a seductive allure.

When she looked toward Situ Jun, her eyes still held a hint of timidity, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz:

"Master... this Servant Girl is ready."

Situ Jun turned his head at her words, a light smile playing on his lips. He stopped teasing her, stood up, walked over, and reached out to pull her into his arms.

Hua Hanxiang let out a startled cry. Her body was pressed tightly against his chest, and she could clearly feel his steady, powerful heartbeat and the Spiritual Energy circulating around him.

That Spiritual Energy was as warm as a spring stream, slowly enveloping her and causing the Meridians throughout her body to relax, even easing her tense nerves.

She took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his waist, her cheek pressed against his inner garment. Her voice was cloyingly soft:

"Master... this Servant Girl... this is my first time, I'm a bit nervous."

Situ Jun chuckled softly. His fingertips lightly brushed the top of her head, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his tone comforting:

"With me here, there's no need to be afraid. Concentrate and circulate your Cultivation Technique."

Pausing for a moment, he added:

"In a moment, I will guide Spiritual Energy into your Meridians. Follow the path of my Qi and do not let your mind wander."

Hua Hanxiang's heart tightened; she didn't dare to be the least bit negligent.

She immediately focused her mind, forcibly suppressing all stray thoughts, and began to circulate the Poison Scorpion Cult's secret Dual Cultivation Technique.

A strand of pure, cold, yet strangely enchanting Spiritual Energy rose from her Dantian, flowing through her limbs and bones like an icy spring. Wherever it passed, her Meridians felt a slight, cool itch.

Her skin instantly became even more lustrous and translucent, emitting a faint fragrance like that of a secluded orchid under the moonlight. With every glance, a natural charm emanated from her, yet because of her focused Cultivation, it also held a trace of untainted holiness.

Situ Jun felt that pure, cold primordial yin being actively drawn out, and a flash of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

He didn't dare to be negligent and leaned down to plant a light kiss on her lips.

The "Dragon-Phoenix Grand Derivation True Scripture" began to circulate. Spiritual Energy slowly passed through the gap where their lips met, intertwining with the Spiritual Energy of Hua Hanxiang's "Hundred Flowers Charming Body," weaving a circular halo between the two of them.

Hua Hanxiang could clearly feel the Spiritual Energy from Situ Jun's palm gradually pouring into her body, slowly moving down through her Meridians.

That Spiritual Energy wasn't sluggish like when she cultivated on her own; instead, it was incredibly smooth. Wherever it passed, her Meridians felt as if they were being soaked in warm water. Even her old injuries that usually throbbed with pain were soothed, and her Dantian felt a warm itch.

She couldn't help but shrink into his embrace, her fingertips tightly clutching the hem of his clothes. A series of soft moans escaped her throat, carrying an indescribable numbness.

Situ Jun noticed her relaxation and increased the intensity of the Spiritual Energy from his fingertips, while also guiding her Spiritual Energy to flow into his own body.

The two strands of Spiritual Energy intertwined within their Meridians like two streams merging into one, gradually blending into a gentle golden halo that steadily enveloped them both.

The candlelight passing through the halo became hazy and soft, making Hua Hanxiang's cheeks glow with a faint pink. Her eyes were misty with moisture, her breathing became hurried, and the rise and fall of her chest became increasingly pronounced.

"Follow my rhythm."

Situ Jun's voice was somewhat raspy. His palm gently stroked her back, helping her regulate her chaotic breathing. The temperature of his fingertips transmitted through the thin gauze, making her whole body feel numb with heat.

"Ah..."

Hua Hanxiang couldn't help but let out a soft moan, a sound mixed with a bit of pain and an indescribable pleasure.

Her body began to tremble violently, as if every inch of her Meridians was being washed and torn by a sudden, violent surge of Spiritual Energy. Yet, at the moment of tearing, a gentle force surged up, forcibly widening and nourishing the Meridians.

That feeling of being forcibly filled and completely possessed made even her Divine Soul tremble.

Her naturally plump hips sank into the soft bed unconsciously, and her hands gripped Situ Jun's waist tightly, as if grasping her only support.

"Steady your mind and guide the Spiritual Energy!"

Situ Jun quickly reminded her in her ear, his voice tinged with urgency. The Spiritual Energy in his palm softened slightly to help her stabilize her surging breath.