501: Chapter 501 Xia Wei Enters the Realm of Cultivation

Three days later, the night fell like ink, splashing over the upturned eaves and bracket sets of the Northern Frontier City Lords Mansion.

Xia Wei's small courtyard remained brightly lit, with palace lanterns hanging under the corridors, illuminating the yard like day. However, the occasional murmurs of voices and the light sounds of maids passing by that were usually present had completely vanished tonight.

The surroundings were so quiet that one could hear the crackling of the jumping candle flames and the soft rustle of the evening breeze through the flower branches. Even the air seemed to stagnate under the weight of the deep night, leaving only a tense and secret expectation quietly permeating every corner of the courtyard.

Inside the room, the water vapor had slightly dispersed, and a lingering fragrance curled in the air.

Xia Wei had just finished bathing. She stood in a set of plain white inner garments that clung to her body, covered by a layer of moon-white light gauze as thin as a cicada's wing. With every breath of wind, it gently pressed against her skin, outlining her slender and soft silhouette.

Her hair was not tied up; her jet-black tresses cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, winding down her back. She wore no makeup at all, looking as pure and clean as a newly bloomed white lotus.

She sat quietly before the dressing table, lifting her eyes to look into the bronze mirror.

The face in the mirror was still the peerless beauty nurtured in the deep palaces of the Royal Capital—brows like distant mountains, eyes containing autumn waters, and skin as lustrous as jade. However, the docility, endurance, and cautiousness carved into her by long years of palace rules were quietly fading away tonight.

Replacing them was a layer of faint coldness, a trace of imperceptible detachment, and hidden deep within her eyes—something even she hadn't fully realized—a sense of resolve.

Her heart thundered against her chest like a drum.

She knew Situ Jun would come tonight.

This wasn't a threat or coercion; it was a choice she had made herself.

From the moment she stepped into the Northern Frontier City Lords Mansion, she understood that she no longer had a way back.

Only by leaning on this most solid backer in the Northern Frontier could she survive and break free from a fate where she was a mere puppet.

And tonight was the beginning of her new life.

Creak—

The extremely faint sound of a door being pushed open was exceptionally clear in the silent room.

Xia Wei's fingertips jerked, and she subconsciously lightened her breathing.

The newcomer's steps were steady and unhurried. Every step that landed felt as if it were treading upon her heartstrings.

It was Situ Jun.

He had already changed out of the black brocade robes that symbolized the City Lord's majesty during the day, wearing only a set of loose, dark casual clothes. His ink-black hair was not tied up, draped casually over his shoulders. He lacked a bit of the piercing majesty from the imperial court and gained a bit of the lazy ease of someone who had set down a heavy burden.

Yet beneath that laziness was hidden a sense of pressure that made one dare not look directly at him—an aggression unique to top-tier experts, restrained yet extremely penetrating.

His gaze swept over her as he spoke faintly, "All of you withdraw. Do not approach without orders."

The two maids waiting outside the door, including her personal attendant Xiao Xia, hurriedly complied and gently closed the door.

In an instant, only the two of them remained within the vast sleeping hall.

The candle flames swayed gently in the draft, stretching their two shadows and casting them onto the wall, where they overlapped and flickered, ambiguous and oppressive.

Two auras permeated the air—one was the cool floral fragrance left by Xia Wei after her bath, clean, soft, and carrying the unique warmth of a woman.

The other was the pine scent that never left Situ Jun's body, crisp, dry, and carrying the unique steadiness and strength of a superior.

Xia Wei slowly stood up.

Her robes rustled softly. Facing him, her fingertips subconsciously twisted the hem of her light gauze garment, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Her body tensed uncontrollably—an instinct developed from long periods of being in danger—but she did not retreat or hide. She simply stood quietly in place, meeting his gaze.

Situ Jun walked slowly to her.

The distance between them was extremely close, so close she could see her own reflection in his deep eyes and feel the warm aura radiating from him.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on her face. It was no longer the calm scrutiny or faint observation of the past, but burning, direct, and completely undisguised.

That look was like staring at a rare treasure that had been waited for for a long time and had finally fallen into his palm.

It carried appreciation, possession, and a certain determination to have her.

"Nervous?"

He spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, exceptionally clear in the silent room. Every word struck Xia Wei's heart.

Xia Wei bit her lower lip; her lips were soft and turned slightly pale.

She first nodded honestly, but in the next moment, she shook her head gently.

"...A little."

Her voice was soft and thin, yet exceptionally firm.

"But, I don't regret it."

A trace of a smile flickered in Situ Jun's eyes.

The smile was very shallow, almost undetectable, yet it was like a warm breeze that instantly dispersed the atmosphere in the room which had been tense to the point of suffocation.

He reached out, his well-defined palm gently covering her hand.

Her hand was slightly cool, delicate, and soft, with an imperceptible tremble.

Situ Jun's fingertips tightened slightly, steadily holding her jade-like hand in his palm.

"Remember your choice at this moment."

His voice was deep, every word clear and powerful, carrying an unquestionable strength—like an oath, and like a contract.

"After tonight, you will be my, Situ Jun's, Dao Companion. I will give you protection, give you power, and give you a brand-new world that escapes the mundane and steps into longevity. And you—"

He paused, his gaze locking deeply onto her.

"Must believe in me and follow me with all your heart, and you must not betray me."

The words fell like a heavy hammer, striking hard against Xia Wei's heart.

She did not hesitate and gave a soft "Mm," her voice light but incredibly serious.

Situ Jun said no more.

He lowered his head slightly, and a kiss landed gently on her lips.

At first, it was tentative, a gentle touch, yet it contained a strength that would not be refused.

Xia Wei's entire body stiffened, her breath hitched, and even her thoughts seemed to stop.

She was inexperienced and at a loss, but she did not dodge or push him away.

Perhaps sensing her inexperienced but non-resistant response, or perhaps because the Origin aura of the Pure Yin Precious Physique within her had a natural attraction and compatibility with the Tai Yan Dragon Phoenix Art he practiced, the brief kiss gradually became deep, lingering, and burning hot.

A strange and powerful masculine spiritual power slowly transferred into her body through their touching lips.

That spiritual power was fiery, pure, and majestic, yet it strangely resonated with the trace of stagnant cold aura deep within her body from years ago, like ice meeting a warm sun or a withered tree encountering spring rain.

Xia Wei felt as if her entire body was wrapped in a warm current. Her long-frozen Spiritual Root and Pure Yin Precious Physique Origin were ignited with a bang at this moment!

An unprecedented comfort and palpitation swept through her body like a tide. She couldn't control a soft moan, her body turning slightly weak until she could barely stand, subconsciously reaching up to tightly grasp his firm and broad arms.

Situ Jun pulled his arms in, taking the opportunity to pick her up horizontally.

His steps were steady as he walked step by step toward the bed in the inner chamber covered in soft brocade.

Layers upon layers of gauze curtains slowly fell, like closing petals, hiding all the passion and ambiguity of the room within the hazy light and shadows.

Clothing was quietly shed, skin pressed against skin, and warmth blended into warmth.

Xia Wei could clearly feel the burning temperature of Situ Jun's body—it was the heat of the ultimate yang spiritual power, the vitality unique to the strong.

The pure, domineering, and powerful masculine aura enveloped her, making her heart race like a trapped deer and her cheeks burn hot, yet it made her feel inexplicably at peace.

There was no expected brutality, nor was there tearing pain.

Situ Jun circulated the 'Tai Yan Dragon Phoenix Art,' slowly transferring strands of masculine spiritual power into Xia Wei's Dantian, patiently guiding them over and over.

Xia Wei's face was flushed, and her initial discomfort gradually dissipated.

Situ Jun knew her inexperience and discomfort. He was not in a hurry to take from her, but instead used his own pure and thick Soul Transformation Stage spiritual power as a guide to gradually clear her blocked Meridians, slowly stimulating the dormant Water and Wood Spiritual Roots and the Pure Yin Precious Physique within her.

Streams of warm and majestic spiritual power, like trickling streams flowing into a vast sea, slowly flowed through her body, washing away the blockages accumulated over the years and nourishing the Cultivation Foundation she had never truly opened.

The feeling of spiritual power filling her, her Meridians widening, and her Cultivation faintly rising was clear and wonderful.

It was a transformation from a mortal body toward the path of Cultivation, making her almost forget her initial tension and shyness, leaving only total immersion and shock.

And at the moment when the two truly connected in heart and Soul, with Yin and Yang harmonizing—

An indescribable, ultimate pleasure where Soul and body trembled together completely submerged Xia Wei like a tide.

Her Pure Yin Origin and Situ Jun's ultimate yang spiritual power perfectly blended, Yin and Yang complementing each other, as if touching the most primitive and essential Law of heaven and earth.

Situ Jun only felt his own spiritual power circulating more smoothly and harmoniously. His aura shook slightly, and his Cultivation actually showed signs of faint improvement.

Xia Wei's experience was even more startling.

Her imperceptible Qi Refinement Stage threshold, which had always been stuck at the mortal limit, under the infusion of this vast and pure spiritual power and the support of the fully awakened Pure Yin Precious Physique, suddenly loosened, crumbled, and achieved a Breakthrough!

That night, the Spiritual Qi above the small courtyard was misty, and a faint exotic fragrance lingered. Even the surrounding plants seemed to be nourished, glowing slightly.

For Xia Wei, this night was far more than just giving her body.

It was a baptism of life, a reshaping of the Soul, a rebirth from a discarded child of the deep palace into a cultivator.

Amidst the unfamiliar pleasure, the surge of power, and the resonance of the Soul, she completely bid farewell to her past self—the one who was timid, hesitant, and unable to control her own fate. She truly stepped onto a long and brilliant path of Cultivation that belonged to Situ Jun and to herself.

An unknown amount of time passed before the dawn light faintly appeared, and a pale white streak appeared on the horizon.

Everything finally began to settle.