293: Chapter 293 Detoxification

In an elegant side room deep within Fengqi Palace, the lingering scent of sandalwood had yet to dissipate. Lying amidst soft brocade quilts, Ye Xinglan's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

"Revered Master! You're awake?!"

Yue Qianqian, who was guarding the bedside, was the first to notice and immediately rushed to the edge of the bed in surprise.

Gu Qingyao also stepped forward immediately, her face full of concern. "Revered Master, how do you feel? Is there any other discomfort?"

Ling Hao, who was sitting in a chair nearby, also put down the Jade Slip in his hand and cast his gaze over.

"How is it? According to your second disciple, you were poisoned by that Heavenly Secret Extinction Powder?"

"Supposedly, it requires the Dual Cultivation of that specific 'Star Fate Co-Participation Art' to neutralize it?"

Ye Xinglan struggled to sit up, and Gu Qingyao quickly supported her back, tucking a soft cushion behind her.

"I was indeed poisoned. However, Dual Cultivation is not the only way."

Under the scrutiny of several pairs of eyes, this National Preceptor—who appeared youthful but had lived for a thousand years—scanned the three people in the room. After a moment of contemplation, she said calmly:

"My Physique is unique. I only need the Supreme Lord to use the pure Dharmic power of the Mahayana Stage as a guide to help me circulate my Natal Cultivation Technique, and I can slowly dissolve the erosion of this poison."

Ling Hao nodded thoughtfully.

Ye Xinglan turned her gaze to her two disciples and instructed, "Qianqian, Qingyao, you two head out first. This detoxification requires absolute focus and tranquility; there must be no interference whatsoever."

"Yes, Revered Master!"

"Please be careful."

Although Yue Qianqian and Gu Qingyao were worried, they always obeyed their Revered Master's orders. They immediately bowed and withdrew, gently closing the heavy carved wooden doors.

The side room instantly fell silent, leaving only the breathing of the two people and the occasional soft sound of falling withered sycamore leaves outside the window.

Ling Hao stood up and naturally sat on the edge of the bed, extending his palm upward.

"No time to lose, let's begin then."

Ye Xinglan placed her small hand into Ling Hao's palm as instructed.

The boneless sensation, the delicate and warm skin with a slight heat, the palm was so soft it felt like it had no bones, as if it would melt if he applied a bit of force.

Almost subconsciously, Ling Hao's fingers tightened slightly, giving it a gentle squeeze. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly: This little hand is truly incredibly soft...

Before that thought could fully settle,

That slender jade hand suddenly erupted with a surge of immense force, giving Ling Hao a violent tug!

Because there was no malice, Ling Hao was caught off guard.

He was pulled into a stumble by this clever force, falling straight back onto the soft brocade quilts!

Immediately following that, his waist suddenly felt heavy!

A figure as light as a swallow was already straddling him, firmly pinning down his abdomen.

One of Ye Xinglan's small hands pressed firmly against Ling Hao's left chest, while the other hand reached back, seemingly searching for a stable point of support.

An extremely intimate yet slightly dominant posture was frozen in an instant.

That exquisite, porcelain-white face showed not a hint of a blush. Her purple eyes were calm and steady, showing none of the shyness or panic a young girl should have. This created a heart-pounding contrast with the extremely ambiguous physical contact.

"You... what are you doing?!"

Ling Hao lay on the bed, looking at the small figure straddling his waist in a reversed position. Even though he had experienced great storms, he was a bit dazed at this moment.

"Detoxifying."

Ye Xinglan's answer was concise, crisp, and unperturbed.

"Then what you said just now... about only needing Dharmic power guidance?"

Ling Hao raised an eyebrow, indicating their current posture with his gaze.

Ye Xinglan lowered her eyelashes and said softly,

"That was to deceive them."

Ling Hao: "..."

He was momentarily speechless. Looking at this thousand-year-old monster who possessed the face of an extreme loli yet spoke such blunt words.

The contrast is too big, isn't it?! National Preceptor, you're really intimidating like this!

"Is the Supreme Lord unwilling?"

Seeing his silence, Ye Xinglan tilted her head slightly. This child-like, innocent movement felt even more impactful in this situation.

The small hand pressed against his chest applied a bit of force, feeling the contours of the strong muscles beneath her palm. Meanwhile, her hand supporting her from behind also found its mark, stabilizing her body.

"Hiss—!"

Ling Hao drew in a sharp breath, looking at her with a startled expression. He never expected this National Preceptor to be so... wild and direct?

He regained his composure and remembered the key issue.

"Wait! Since you say we need Dual Cultivation to detoxify, do you have that 'Star Fate Co-Participation Art' in your possession?"

Dual Cultivation is no joke; it requires a corresponding technique to guide the fusion of Yin and Yang Qi, otherwise, things could easily go wrong.

"I don't, but I have the 'Mystic Mechanism Dao-Union Chapter.' Its effects are similar and can likewise neutralize this poison."

She paused and added, "Now, I will transmit the general outline and Qi Circulation methods of the 'Mystic Mechanism Dao-Union Chapter' to you."

Before her voice had even faded, her hand that was originally pressed against Ling Hao's chest rose. Her index and middle fingers joined together, tips swirling with a trace of purple spiritual light, as she tapped Ling Hao's brow center.

Boom—!

A stream of profound and obscure information instantly flooded into Ling Hao's Divine Soul Sea of Consciousness.

Diagrams, talismans, Mind-Cultivation Technique mantras, and pathways for Qi flow...

The core Profound Truths of the 'Mystic Mechanism Dao-Union Chapter' were forcibly imprinted. With Ling Hao's Soul Power at the Mahayana Realm, he had no difficulty understanding it, but the subtle points involving the union of Yin and Yang and the mutual resonance of fate caused him to become immersed in it for a short time.

A moment later, Ling Hao opened his eyes. A strange trace of Daoist charm flowed through his pupils; he had clearly mastered the key points completely.

His gaze focused on Ye Xinglan once more.

The plain white undergarment she wore was slightly loose, and her chest was flat, further emphasizing her slender, youthful frame.

Her silver-white long hair fell down, framing that palm-sized porcelain-white face. Her features were so exquisite they didn't seem real.

Deep purple eyes, steeped in the vicissitudes of time, created a strange allure—a blend of extreme cuteness and extreme maturity. She was so cute one would want to pull her into their arms, yet because of that depth of insight, one wouldn't dare to desecrate her... my ass!

Come on, ravage me fiercely!

On the surface, Ling Hao maintained his composure as a Supreme, nodding solemnly:

"Mhm, I have fully grasped the technique. We can begin."

Ye Xinglan nodded.

"Good."

Seeing her completely business-like manner, without the slightest bit of playfulness or a young girl's bashful hesitation, Ling Hao couldn't help but complain internally again.

This process is way too mechanical! This is Dual Cultivation! At least give me some... sense of interaction! Even just blushing once would do!

Just as Ling Hao's mind was frantically racing, Ye Xinglan suddenly leaned down. Her warm, soft lips carried a hint of coolness as they lightly pressed against Ling Hao's lips.

A brief touch and then they separated.

In the moment of separation, Ling Hao seemed to hear a whisper, drifting between their intertwined breaths.

"...Consider this my payment for the Supreme Lord's protection of us."

Payment?!

Before he could think further, a fragrant scent filled his nose, and Ye Xinglan's lips covered his once more.

A warm, soft, and delicate sensation came from his lips, carrying the unique softness and coolness of a young girl, along with her scent—mixed with that strange, warm fragrance—completely overwhelming Ling Hao's senses.