386: Chapter 386 Sympathy Talisman

Time rewinds slightly.

Outer Sect handyman area.

"Pa!"

A rough whip lashed down hard on the dust-covered stone steps, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

"What are you dawdling for?! Zhang the Lame! And you other pieces of trash! If the stone steps aren't swept by today, don't even think about eating dinner!"

A mean-looking Outer Sect manager shouted harshly, the whip pointing at Zhang Chengyue and the others, who were hunched over and moving slowly.

Zhang Chengyue suddenly raised his head. Using the broom handle to support his body, he straightened his hunched back with great effort and roared hoarsely:

"Try touching me again?! Elder Ji Mitai will return in a few days! The day he returns, we will be promoted to Inner Sect Disciples! By then, what are you, a lowly Outer Sect manager, worth?!"

The Outer Sect manager was stunned by his sudden display of backbone and the mention of "Elder Ji Mitai." The hand holding the whip froze in mid-air, his face a mix of shock and suspicion.

They had never been this bold before. Could it really be true?

Ji Mitai's power was definitely not something he could provoke. Looking at Zhang Chengyue's firm, even threatening gaze, he huffed, trying to sound tough:

"Hmph! It better be true! Otherwise... hmph!"

In the end, he didn't dare to strike again, sulkily putting away the whip and retreating quickly, still looking suspicious.

Zhang Chengyue watched the Elder's retreating back and sneered.

Just then, a vast pressure descended from the sky. Zhang Chengyue and the others instinctively looked up and saw the figures of Ling Hao and the others. Zhang Chengyue's spine, which had just straightened a little, instantly hunched over again. His face turned deathly pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Beside him, Li Song and the others also endured their fear, shivering just the same.

Zhang Chengyue turned to look at Li Song and asked, "Has all that news been spread?"

Li Song replied, "It has all been spread. A portion of the Elders and Disciples should have already heard it."

"Good. We just have to wait for Elder Ji to return, and we can be promoted to Inner Sect Disciples."

Zhang Chengyue watched the direction in which Ling Hao and the others had disappeared and roared in a low voice,

"Supreme Mingxuan is the true destiny! He... what is he worth?! Let's see how long he can be smug!"

It was as if this could dispel the fear in his heart.

But the more he spoke, the lower his voice became toward the end, not even daring to say the name and title, as if afraid of being heard by someone.

...

At the Peak of Canglan Peak, outside the spiritual-mist-filled courtyard.

Shi Qingxuan had just escorted Ling Hao's group to this place, then tactfully said her goodbyes, leaving the space for Ling Hao and his flock of beauties.

Almost the moment Shi Qingxuan's figure disappeared, the women, who had previously maintained some dignity, swarmed forward with a "whoosh," blocking Ling Hao in front of the courtyard gate. In their beautiful eyes, there was resentment, grievance, and anticipation, shimmering like water, weaving into an invisible net that tightly enveloped him.

"Revered Master~"

Chi Wanhe's voice was filled with coquettishness as she was the first to press against him, her warm, soft body nearly embedding itself into Ling Hao's arm, "You have truly been 'busy' on this journey! It took you so long to arrive!"

As her gaze shifted, she pointedly glanced in the direction of Xia Yingying and Yue Xinxi.

Qin Zhaoxue stepped lightly and moved closer to Ling Hao's other side, saying gently: "Indeed, you have kept us waiting so long."

Du Yuqing stood a little further back in silence, but her tightly pursed lips and burning gaze carried more pressure than any words.

Lu Changning stood obediently beside Du Yuqing, her cheeks slightly flushed, her small hands unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes.

Lin Xiwei frowned slightly, seemingly instinctively uncomfortable with this scene of "vying for favor." After hesitating for a moment, she stood where she was. She wanted to, but she couldn't bring herself to be so direct.

Ling Hao looked at the beautiful faces in front of him, some coquettish, some aggrieved, and a smile curled the corners of his lips. He brushed his finger over his storage ring, and several luminous items floated in the air.

"Alright, alright. These are some little trinkets I saw in White Rock Giant City. I thought they suited you, so I bought them."

A gold tassel hairpin inlaid with pink diamonds and lotus flowers, a pair of warm mutton-fat jade earrings carved with delicate snow plums, a simple silver ring without luster, a jade hairpin in the shape of a green leaf exuding a fresh herbal scent, a bracelet woven from tiny star stones, a pair of teardrop-shaped aquamarine earrings...

Ling Hao tapped his fingertips, and several rays of vast Mahayana Stage spiritual light sank into the jewelry.

"These items have been imbued with a sliver of my power. They can defend and attack. Consider them a small token of my affection and... compensation."

The women's attention was instantly captured, and their resentment lessened slightly. Chi Wanhe quickly snatched the most gorgeous gold tassel hairpin, which best suited her temperament, and held it against her temple to try it out, curling her lips in satisfaction. But then she pouted again:

"Revered Master~ These gifts are beautiful, but... this compensation, I'm afraid it's not enough!"

She elongated the tail of her sentence, implying something.

Qin Zhaoxue also took the pair of warm jade earrings, her fingertips stroking the delicate patterns, and said softly: "Senior Sister is right. Revered Master, tonight..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the implication was obvious.

Once these words were spoken, it was like lighting a fuse. The undercurrent that had just calmed down instantly surged!

"Revered Master should naturally let me go first tonight!"

Chi Wanhe immediately asserted her position, almost hanging on Ling Hao, her arms tightly wrapped around his arm, her full chest rubbing against him intentionally or unintentionally. She lifted her little face, her eyes so charming they could drip water,

"I am the Senior Sister!"

She knew she couldn't handle him alone, but as for being first...

"Senior Sister should yield to the Junior Sisters!"

Qin Zhaoxue did not show weakness, a hint of assertiveness showing through her gentle temperament. Her slender jade fingers lightly rested on Ling Hao's other shoulder, her fingertips brushing across his collarbone, "Revered Master, don't you think so?"

Xia Yingying, who had been hiding behind, tugged at the corner of Ling Hao's clothes:

"Revered Master... Yingying is the youngest here, so Yingying should go first..."

Her innocent eyes looked at Ling Hao, watery and with amazing lethality.

Ling Hao: "..."

Why does little Yingying seem to have become "tea"? Where is my pure little Yingying?

"Sixth Junior Sister!"

Chi Wanhe immediately retorted, "Haven't you been 'fed' enough by Revered Master on this journey? It's time for the Senior Sisters!"

Lu Changning also joined in softly, "I... I also haven't been with Revered Master for a long time..."

Lin Xiwei frowned even tighter and said in a low voice, "Cultivation is like sailing against the current. Disciple... Disciple also needs Revered Master's guidance." This was said solemnly, but combined with the context, the meaning was self-evident.

The scene immediately fell into an ambiguous tug-of-war.

Chi Wanhe and Qin Zhaoxue "occupied" Ling Hao's arms from left and right, while Xia Yingying and Lu Changning tried to "ambush" from below, their small hands restlessly reaching for Ling Hao's belt or lapels.

Du Yuqing stood on the periphery, watching the Senior and Junior Sisters "pawing" at their Revered Master, Ling Hao's lapels were pulled into some disarray, revealing a small area of his firm chest.

A flash of impatience crossed her eyes, and her cold voice rang out, instantly overpowering the chirping of the women:

"What are you fighting about? What are you arguing about? Let's have a decisive battle. Suppress your cultivation to the same Realm, and whoever wins goes first."

The air went quiet for a moment. The women all stopped their movements and looked at Du Yuqing.

This proposal was simple and crude, but it seemed... fair?

Shui Liuli blinked her big eyes, looking at this one and then that one, and finally pulled on Yue Xinxi's sleeve, whispering: "Senior Sister Yue, shall we... shall we go get familiar with the environment first?"

Yue Xinxi couldn't wait to leave this Shura field that made her blush, nodded immediately, and almost "abducted" Shui Liuli, disappearing quickly around the corner of the corridor.

One was shy (no substantial relationship yet), and the other was also shy (awkward status, not a Disciple).

Just then, Chi Wanhe's eyes rolled around, and she suddenly pulled out a few Talismans with strange and complex patterns from her storage bracelet, a smile appearing on her face:

"Wait! I have a better way! No need for such troublesome fighting!"

The eyes of all the women were attracted by the peculiar Talismans, and even Ling Hao cast a questioning look.

"What kind of Talisman is this?"

Qin Zhaoxue asked curiously.

Chi Wanhe raised the Talisman in her hand and said triumphantly,

"This is my newly developed 'Empathy Talisman'! It's not one of those simple, shallow goods on the market that just connect the five senses and six consciousnesses~"

She paused deliberately, whetting their appetites,

"Once this Talisman is activated, the two people linked will have their sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch... all perfectly synchronized! And..."

"The most critical point is that when one of them feels pleasure, this feeling will be amplified and refined, and then instantly transmitted to the other linked party! Allowing the other person to directly experience that kind of Peak... um, 'supreme bliss' without having to go through the process!"

Ling Hao: "!!!"

He looked at his usually quirky eldest Disciple, dumbfounded, the corners of his mouth twitching. What kind of earth-shattering things has she been tinkering with in the Talisman Pavilion?!

Chi Wanhe puffed out her chest, "This is to benefit those Dao Companions who cannot be with Revered Master all the time. It can be improved later, for example, the feeling obtained by the other person being stimulated will also be transmitted back again, pleasure superimposed and transmitted, back and forth like waves, one wave after another..."

The other women also instantly turned to stone.

Lin Xiwei's mouth twitched, and she sighed, covering her forehead: "Senior Sister... I admit, in terms of 'whimsical ideas,' this Junior Sister bows down to you, and feels inferior."

Qin Zhaoxue's worldview shattered: "Senior Sister... you... you this..."

She, Qin Zhaoxue, had lived in vain as a Transmigration traveler; only today did she know that there are people beyond people, and perverts beyond perverts! This line of thinking... is outrageous!

Empathy is one thing, but what is meant by back-and-forth superposition?

She felt her modern knowledge reserves were being challenged as never before.

Du Yuqing frowned and pointed out the key problem.

"Senior Sister, your Talisman... sounds very powerful. But it ultimately only transmits 'feelings.' Some things cannot be replaced."

Her gaze swept across Ling Hao's handsome face and landed on his chest, which was now slightly open, revealing alluring lines,

"For example... seeing Revered Master's face with your own eyes... can the Talisman transmit these direct visual experiences? In this way, it still hasn't really solved the problem of 'who goes first'."

Du Yuqing's words were like cold water poured on their heads, instantly sobering the women.

That's right! No matter how wonderful the feeling is, how can it be as real and satisfying as having the real person in your arms, seeing it with your own eyes, and touching it with your own hands?

The war that had just stopped temporarily due to the Talisman was instantly reignited with even more intensity!

"Third Junior Sister is right!"

"We still have to fight!"

"Revered Master is mine!"

"It should clearly be my turn first!"

Chi Wanhe also put away the Talisman and rejoined the battle: "I am the Senior Sister, I come first!"

Ling Hao was once again plunged into "deep water and scorching fire." Several soft hands were grabbing and pulling at him, his lapels were pulled open further, and a large area of his firm, smooth chest was exposed to the cool air.

A small hand even boldly tried to probe into his slightly open lapels to feel the warmth and firmness beneath the fabric...

Ling Hao: "..."

He sighed helplessly, looking at this group of gorgeous Disciples, who were blushing and charming, fighting over "this quota for first place," feeling the soft touch and pulling force from all over his body.

This scene... was truly...