166: Chapter 166 Foot Treatment

Star-Plucking Eave Pavilion.

Ling Hao's sword-like brows were tightly knitted. His right arm was wrapped around Yu Linglong's waist, while his left hand was already pressed against her smooth wrist pulse, channeling spiritual energy to investigate.

The moment that spiritual energy entered Yu Linglong's body, it was frantically pulled by an invisible force, surging downwards toward her pair of jade feet.

As the spiritual energy flowed past her ankles, it seemed to collide with a bottomless vortex, being greedily devoured and gradually severing its connection with Ling Hao.

Ling Hao's gaze subconsciously fell upon those troublesome jade feet. Her slender, delicate arches were taut, outlining an alluring curve. Her exquisite skin shimmered with a warm, porcelain luster in the sunlight, and a tiny golden bell was tied around her ankle.

The jade feet trembled slightly, and the golden bell chimed softly. Her ten jade toes, painted with crimson nail polish, curled inward—vibrant yet fragile.

Right under Ling Hao's gaze, several faint golden lotus phantoms suddenly appeared on the soles of Yu Linglong's feet.

However, the golden lotuses were dim, their petal edges rapidly turning gray and withered. No sooner had they formed than they wilted and faded at a visible rate, dissipating into specks of ash.

"What is going on..." Ling Hao's heart sank.

Yu Linglong leaned against his chest, her face as pale as paper. Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from her forehead, and she bit her lower lip hard to barely suppress a moan of pain. She forced out a few words with difficulty: "Origin... backlash... the root is in the feet..."

Golden Lotus Dao Body! A missing Origin!

Ling Hao instantly recalled that Yu Lingshuang had mentioned Yu Linglong needed the Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring to restore her Origin. But clearly, the Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring had failed to eradicate this bone-deep, agonizing pain in her feet.

After opening up the Three Thousand Grotto-Heaven Spiritual Domain in the Moonshadow Grotto-Heaven and advancing to the Soul Transformation Stage, Ling Hao's spiritual energy had become infused with a trace of Chaos Qi.

Ling Hao realized that among the spiritual energy he had channeled which was devoured, only that trace of Chaos Qi had been intercepted by the "vortex."

"The pain of the Origin is rooted in the feet..."

Ling Hao supported Yu Linglong by the pavilion railing, one hand wrapping around her weak waist to let her semi-recline in his embrace, while his left hand reached toward her delicate jade feet, which were spasming slightly from the intense pain. He deftly bent her ankle, exposing her jade feet completely in his palm.

"Ugh..."

Yu Linglong's entire body gave a violent jolt. The intense pain from the soles of her feet had already made her extremely sensitive, and now, being thoroughly massaged by a strange, scorching-hot hand, the intense stimulation surged through her entire body like an electric current.

She subconsciously tried to retract her foot, but Ling Hao held it firmly in place. Her waist was pulled even tighter against him, pressed almost flush against his solid chest.

Ling Hao was taken aback; he hadn't expected her to react so intensely to just a light grasp.

As Ling Hao touched her, spiritual energy containing Chaos Qi slowly flowed into her jade feet. Surprisingly, Yu Linglong's tense body relaxed, and her furrowed brows smoothed out slightly.

Ling Hao's expression was strange.

"This... actually works?"

"Mmm...!"

Yu Linglong tilted her head slightly back, resting it against Ling Hao's shoulder. Her eyelashes trembled, and her lips were slightly parted.

The tear mole at the corner of her right eye glistened with a layer of moisture from her fragrant sweat. The golden bell on her ankle emitted a faint, ambiguous sound as her body trembled slightly.

Ling Hao massaged and pressed along the meridians and Acupoints of Yu Linglong's soles, varying the pressure from light to heavy.

Starting from her ankles, he meticulously rubbed over her sensitive ankle bones, her slender arches, and the delicate soles of her feet... not missing a single inch of skin.

That bone-piercing, heart-drilling pain, soothed by the Chaos Qi, began to melt away rapidly like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Meanwhile, another sensation—a tingling, numbing itch—mixed with the intense shame of being intimately touched by a man, made her whole body go limp.

Yu Linglong's gaze grew hazy, and the cinnabar tear mole at the corner of her right eye looked even more enchanting against her flushed face.

Ling Hao massaged with focus. The jade feet beneath his palms, initially cold, stiff, and twitching with spasms, gradually became warm and supple. They even began to struggle unconsciously, her arches rising and falling gently against his palm.

As time passed, the continuous input of Chaos Qi not only smoothed away the pain but also seemed to inject new vitality into the nearly withered Origin deep within the soles of Yu Linglong's feet.

At the soles of her feet, the gray, withered lotus phantoms that had instantly faded before reappeared. This time, the gray receded, and the pale golden color, though faint, was much more solid and no longer easily dissipated. A trace of chaotic halo even faintly shimmered around the edges of the petals.

Yu Linglong's consciousness fully cleared, caught between the extreme comfort following the subsidence of the intense pain and the lingering aftershocks of the intense stimulation, while a strange, warm current welled up deep within her body.

She felt the intense pain in her soles had almost vanished, leaving behind only a strange, tingling afterglow that coiled around her in wisps, spreading from the soles of her feet to every limb and bone.

The pavilion was silent, save for the sound of their intermingled breathing and the heart-stirring, faint chiming of the golden bell.

She knew she should immediately break free from this overly intimate embrace, but her body craved that power which had dispelled the pain, and... the strange sense of security brought by those solid arms. She found herself unable to move for a moment... and unwilling to move as well.

Ling Hao's gaze fell upon her profile.

Her eyes were tightly shut, her profile flushed crimson. Her slightly trembling eyelashes and the moist tear mole revealed a fragility and allure rarely seen on ordinary days.

Ling Hao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his arm wrapped around her waist tightened, unconsciously, by a few degrees.

As the sun began to set in the west, Ling Hao withdrew his hand at the right moment. The lingering, warm touch she had become attached to suddenly vanished, and a sense of inexplicable emptiness arose in Yu Linglong's heart.

Ling Hao stood up, straightened his clothes slightly, and said: "You haven't drunk from the Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring today, have you?"

Yu Linglong jolted back to reality, the flush on her face deepening as she nodded in a fluster.

"Let me carry you over."

"No—no need—"

...

Beside the Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring, clear water flowed, suffused with a rich aura of life. Yu Linglong cupped the spring water and drank it; a warm current quickly nourished her parched Origin.

At this moment, Yu Linglong's mind was not on the spring water at all. She looked down at her pair of jade feet that had just been carefully massaged by the man. The golden bell on her ankle chimed crisply with her movements, and the crimson nail polish on her toes appeared even more vibrant amidst the mist by the spring.

A wave of shame and annoyance suddenly welled up in her heart.

Previously, when this pain flared up, she had always endured it alone.

Yet this time, the pain from the missing Origin of her Golden Lotus Dao Body had been overcome so dramatically.

Did this not mean... that if it flared up again in the future, if she wanted to alleviate the pain, she would have to rely on that man's Chaos Qi—rely on him personally touching her most sensitive parts to find relief?!

Thinking of that scenario, Yu Linglong felt her face burning as if it were on fire.

This was completely different from her usual facade of being languid, alluring, and carefree.

Seeing that her Origin had stabilized, Ling Hao prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he paused and said, with his back to her:

"I heard from Ling Shuang that your Revered Master also has a deficiency in her Origin; this spring should be beneficial for her as well. The same goes for the other Elders and Junior Sisters in your Linglong Blessed Land."

"Before you leave the Moonshadow Sect, you may take more of the Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring with you."

Yu Linglong watched Ling Hao's tall, upright figure disappear behind the swirling spring mist, and the surging shame and annoyance in her heart were diluted by a trace of warmth.

She gently stroked the warm jade stone by the spring and whispered to herself:

"Hmph... Junior Sister's man isn't too bad after all; he even knows to look out for her family..."