269: Southern Xinjiang tents

Widow Ya looked at Hua Hanxiang's sincere eyes and then at Situ Jun's reassuring gaze, and the last line of defense in her heart completely collapsed.

She took a deep breath and slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with a bit more determination. She curtsied slightly toward Situ Jun, her voice soft but carrying a sense of solemnity:

“Husband, if it truly is as Sister Hanxiang says, this concubine... is willing to engage in Dual Cultivation with Husband, to help you stabilize your Cultivation and to purge the yin poison from myself.”

Situ Jun watched this scene, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Hua Hanxiang's matchmaking was exactly what he wanted; it saved him the trouble of wasting words and made the relationship between his two Dao Companions more harmonious.

He stepped forward and raised his hand to support Widow Ya's shoulder, the delicate touch of her skin transmitting through his fingertips. His tone softened slightly:

“Good. After handling the trivial matters of the camp tomorrow, I will set up a Spirit Gathering Array in the tent to assist our Dual Cultivation.”

Seeing this, Hua Hanxiang immediately said with a smile:

“Tonight, Sister Ya should rest in the tent first. I'll have someone prepare some nourishing Spiritual Porridge for you to replenish the Qi you lost today. Things change rapidly in the Southern Border; it's better to start Dual Cultivation early to raise your Cultivation for more security. Don't you agree, Sister Ya?”

Hearing this, Widow Ya's cheeks instantly turned crimson, as if stained with the most brilliant rouge.

Hua Hanxiang had just mentioned Dual Cultivation and was already putting it into action; the speed of it left her a bit caught off guard.

She held a noble status and had been strong-willed all her life; when had she ever experienced something so blunt? For a moment, she was so embarrassed she couldn't speak, only instinctively looking toward Situ Jun with eyes full of panic.

Situ Jun lingered for a moment on Hua Hanxiang's face, which was full of craftiness and entreaty, then looked at the radiant Widow Ya, whose embarrassment only added to her charm.

He naturally understood Hua Hanxiang's intentions—to have him completely win over the heart and body of this beautiful Cult Leader now. By raising his Cultivation a moment sooner, he would have a better chance of success in the soon-to-open Immortal Cave of Daoist Ming Ya.

He pondered for a moment under Widow Ya's nervous gaze before slowly speaking:

“Starting tonight isn't out of the question. After all, the opening of Daoist Ming Ya's Immortal Cave isn't up to us to decide. Raising our Cultivation a bit earlier provides more security. Yaer, what do you think?”

When the name 'Yaer' reached her ears, Widow Ya's heart pounded wildly, and her face grew even more flushed.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shallow shadow under her eyes. Finally, she slowly lowered her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, carrying the unique allure and shyness of a mature woman:

“This concubine... since I have already agreed to be Husband's Dao Companion, everything... shall be as Husband decides.”

Seeing this, a smile flashed in Hua Hanxiang's eyes, and she immediately said obediently:

“Then I shall go to the outer tent to act as Protector for Husband and Sister Ya, and while I'm at it, I'll instruct the cook to brew the Spiritual Porridge.”

After speaking, her face red, she stepped out quietly, thoughtfully pulling down the inner tent curtain and not forgetting to set up a Soundproofing Array on the outer layer.

Inside the tent, only Situ Jun and Widow Ya remained.

The atmosphere instantly became ambiguous and quiet. The light from the Glazed Lamp seemed to turn soft and hazy, reflecting on Widow Ya's peerless face, which was currently covered in a rosy glow.

She tilted her head slightly, not daring to look at Situ Jun, her slender fingers unconsciously twisting the silk ribbons of her palace dress. Her breathing became hurried, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

Situ Jun stood up, walked slowly to her, and gently took her fair, smooth hand.

Her hand was slightly cool, and her fingertips carried a trace of trembling; she was clearly still a bit nervous.

He said softly:

“There's no need to be nervous. We are Dao Companions now and will support each other in the future.”

Widow Ya looked into his deep eyes, which were filled with gentleness, allowing her taut heartstrings to gradually relax.

Her heart beat like a drum, and she finally closed her eyes slowly, her voice trembling slightly at the end:

“Please be gentle, Husband.”

Situ Jun leaned down and kissed those two delicate, red lips that were trembling slightly from nervousness.

Different from Hua Hanxiang's sweet softness, Widow Ya's kiss carried the rich fragrance unique to a mature woman, mixed with a faint, indiscernible Poisonous Scent—like a fine wine laced with honey, both dangerous and alluring.

She was somewhat inexperienced at first, her body slightly stiff, but following his lead, she gradually relaxed, like a flower quietly blooming in the night.

A stream of pure, vast, and gentle spiritual power flowed through their lips and slowly into Widow Ya's body.

Wherever that spiritual power passed, the Meridians that were previously aching from Situ Jun's shock were instantly smoothed over. Her restless Nascent Soul felt as if it were enveloped by a warm ocean, gradually settling down.

Her tense body slowly softened, and eventually, she involuntarily reached out her arms to encircle Situ Jun's neck, beginning to respond clumsily.

Outside the tent, Hua Hanxiang sat cross-legged on a prayer mat. Although she had set up a Soundproofing Array, the wisp of Spiritual Sense she left in the array still allowed her to vaguely perceive the movements inside the tent.

When she heard the suppressed and unbearable sounds gradually rising within, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she stole a smile, her eyes full of mischief.

She knew that this proud Sister Ya had finally and completely accepted her husband.

As the night deepened, the sounds of fighting and shouting in the Circular Valley had long since disappeared, leaving only the rustling of night winds through the leaves and the occasional cry of a Yao Beast in the distance.

Hua Hanxiang had no heart for Cultivation; she rested her chin on her hands. The soft, lingering moans transmitted back by her Spiritual Sense made her heart race and the tips of her ears turn red.

Curiosity and bashfulness intertwined, making her reluctant to cut off that wisp of Spiritual Sense.

Inside the tent, the light of the Glazed Lamp grew softer, hazy as if in a dream.

On the brocade couch, the clouds and rain subsided.

Widow Ya leaned against Situ Jun's chest as submissively as spring water. Her originally elegant purple palace dress was scattered haphazardly by the side of the couch, revealing a large expanse of fair, delicate skin that still bore a faint red glow.

The flush had not yet faded from her mature and beautiful face, and the corners of her eyes and brows held traces of lingering allure and a hint of daze. Those Phoenix eyes, which were usually full of sharp majesty, were now replaced by a misty shimmer, leaving only blurriness and submission.

Situ Jun held her smooth shoulders and back, clearly feeling the docility and vastness of the spiritual power within her—the Nascent Soul that had been trapped at her Dantian by Seal Talismans was now floating quietly, slightly more condensed than before, and even the yin poison had mostly dissipated.

After a long time, the circulation of spiritual power within their bodies gradually leveled off.

Widow Ya's long eyelashes fluttered a few times before she slowly opened her eyes. What met her sight was Situ Jun's gentle and deep gaze.

She immediately recalled all the intimacy from just now, her cheeks becoming burning hot again. She instinctively wanted to avert her gaze, but she heard Situ Jun ask warmly:

“How do you feel? Is there anything wrong at your Dantian?”

Widow Ya closed her eyes, carefully feeling the changes within her body—the spiritual power was harmonious and smooth, the Nascent Soul was stable and peaceful, and she had even made a slight gain in Cultivation due to absorbing a wisp of his incredibly pure Essence Yang Qi.

What surprised her even more was that the pain of the yin poison backlash that had troubled her for years had completely vanished, leaving only a sense of warmth at her Dantian.