Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 116: Long-lasting Love by the Pillow, Generous Gifts for Immortality
At noon the next day, sunlight filtered through the cracks in the cave's barrier, casting a few dappled shadows across the room. Lin Fan slowly awoke, feeling dizzy and his limbs weak.

The scenes of last night kept appearing in his mind like a kaleidoscope. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. He really couldn't control himself last night. After the passionate lovemaking, he was overworked and now his whole body was filled with fatigue.

He slowly turned sideways, his gaze naturally landing on Chen Qiaoqian beside him. Chen Qiaoqian lay quietly, a few strands of hair playfully scattered on her fair cheeks. Her long, thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, trembling slightly with her even breathing.

Her skin was as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat jade, radiating a soft luster in the hazy light. Even the tip of her small nose exuded a charming and delicate charm.

Looking at the sleeping face before him, Lin Fan was filled with emotion. Chen Qiaoqian's beauty was captivating, her every frown and smile able to easily stir one's heartstrings.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that in the face of such a stunning beauty, there were probably few people in this world who could restrain themselves and maintain their rationality and restraint.

At that moment, Chen Qiaoqian's eyes trembled slightly, her eyelashes fluttering a few times, and she slowly woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was met with Lin Fan's affectionate gaze. Her cheeks instantly flushed, just like peach blossoms blooming on a branch in spring, delicate and charming.

"Husband..." She parted her lips, her voice soft and sticky like the gentle spring breeze, laden with the laziness of a newly awakened woman, and tinged with a hint of a young girl's shyness. Subconsciously, her scallion-white fingers grasped the corner of the quilt and gently pulled it upwards, like a frightened deer, trying to hide the spring light that had accidentally leaked out.

Lin Fan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a doting smile, and responded gently: "Madam." The word "Madam" was full of tenderness in his tone, as if expressing endless love.

He raised his hand, gently smoothed the messy hair on Chen Qiaoqian's forehead, and said softly, "Let's get up." His voice was not loud, but it revealed an irresistible tenderness.

"Yeah!" Chen Qiaoqian responded softly, with a hint of naiveté still in her voice.

She raised her eyes to look at Lin Fan, her gaze filled with unconcealable attachment, then she slowly lifted the quilt and sat up.

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In the cave hall, the aroma of tea wafted in the air, and Lin Fan and Chen Qiaoqian sat opposite each other on either side of a stone table.

The two of them were holding teacups in their hands and talking quietly, and laughter could be heard from the hall from time to time.

After a brief exchange, the unfamiliar feeling between them quietly faded away. Although they could not say that they knew each other very well, they had a preliminary understanding of each other.

When the conversation was getting interesting, Lin Fan suddenly changed the subject and his expression became serious.

He snapped his fingers, and a light flashed from the opening of the storage bag. In an instant, several glittering treasures came out one after another and floated in the air one by one.

The first thing that caught Chen Qiaoqian's eye was a collection of top-grade magical instruments of varying shapes. A long sword, its blade gleaming with a cold gleam, its sharp aura seemingly capable of cleaving through the very air—undoubtedly a formidable offensive weapon.

An ancient shield, engraved with intricate and fine patterns. As the dim light flows, it seems that an invisible barrier is slowly spreading out, exuding a heavy defensive aura.

There is also a ribbon with a light texture. Strange spiritual fluctuations linger around the ribbon. With a slight wave, it can attract the surrounding spiritual energy and have the magical effect of amplifying spells.

Immediately afterwards, several jade medicine bottles drifted over. The bottles were glossy, and the faint glow of the elixirs within could be seen. The rich medicinal fragrance instantly filled the air, entering the nose and lingering in the cave.

These pills are all precious things that can improve cultivation. After taking them, they can help practitioners speed up their cultivation, break through bottlenecks, and make great strides on the road of cultivation.

Then, fifty mid-level spirit stones were neatly arranged in the air, forming a square array. Each stone was roughly the size of a thumb, emanating a soft glow from their surfaces. Spiritual energy surged within, seemingly containing endless energy. This was an indispensable resource on the path of cultivation, providing practitioners with ample spiritual support. Finally, a large number of primary and high-level talismans appeared. These talismans varied in form, some depicting ancient and mysterious incantations, others depicting bizarre runes. Glinting with a faint light, each one held immense power, capable of defending against enemies or providing assistance. At crucial moments, they could unleash unexpected and astonishing results.

Chen Qiaoqian stared wide-eyed at the dazzling array of cultivation resources before her, her eyes filled with shock and surprise. She couldn't help but mutter, "Husband, this... this is too generous."

"Take it. As a concubine of a Jindan stage cultivator, these are nothing. Besides, the world of immortal cultivation has never been peaceful. I can rest assured with these things to protect you." Lin Fan said with a serious look, his eyes full of concern, and pushed those precious cultivation resources in front of Chen Qiaoqian again.

Chen Qiaoqian's eyes reddened slightly as she looked up at Lin Fan, her eyes filled with emotion and surprise. Her voice choked with emotion, "Yes, thank you so much, my husband."

She stretched out her hands, her movements gentle but somewhat anxious, and carefully put the magic weapons, bottles of elixirs, pieces of spirit stones and the pile of talismans into the storage bag.

Looking at the bag full of resources, Chen Qiaoqian felt as if she had taken a reassurance pill, and a sense of security arose spontaneously.

She looked at Lin Fan again, her lips curled up in a sweet smile, and she said softly, "With these, I will be able to practice well and not hold my husband back."

A relieved smile appeared on Lin Fan's face and he nodded slightly.

In the following six months, Lin Fan's life had a clear and regular rhythm.

Every morning, before the first ray of sunlight completely dispels the chill of the night, Lin Fan is already meditating and practicing in the quiet room.

He sat cross-legged with his five hearts facing the sky, and the aura around him flowed slowly with his breathing. He absorbed the strands of spiritual energy between heaven and earth, immersed himself in the world of cultivation, explored it, and constantly honed his own cultivation.

After completing his training, Lin Fan would always be eager to find Chen Qiaoqian. She would either be in her cave, playing with the small animals, or quietly reading a book on cultivation under a blossoming tree.

Every time they met, the moment their eyes met, love would spread freely like a vine growing vigorously in spring. Lin Fan would quickly step forward, gently take Chen Qiaoqian's hand, and clasp their fingers tightly, as if to convey their warmth and affection to each other.

They strolled together along the mountain path, where unknown wildflowers bloomed in a dazzling array of colors. A gentle breeze blew by, bringing bursts of fragrance and ruffling their hair.

Chen Qiaoqian stopped from time to time, bent down to pick a small flower, and playfully inserted it into Lin Fan's hair. Looking at his slightly embarrassed and doting look, she couldn't help but giggle.

Lin Fan was not annoyed, but just looked at her gently, his eyes full of love.

In their spare time, the two would sit opposite each other in the house, brewing a pot of tea, the aroma of tea wafting into the air. They would share their thoughts, their insights from cultivation, and interesting things in life, talking about everything.

Chen Qiaoqian held her chin and listened attentively to Lin Fan's description of the thrills and breakthroughs he encountered during his cultivation, with admiration shining in her eyes; Lin Fan listened quietly to Chen Qiaoqian sharing the delicate little emotions in life, occasionally nodding in response, or reaching out to gently stroke the hair at her temples.

As night fell, the stars dotted the sky. They lay side by side on the bamboo couch in the yard, gazing up at the vast starry sky, their fingers intertwined.

Chen Qiaoqian pointed at the stars in the sky and curiously asked Lin Fan about the stories of those stars. Lin Fan patiently answered them one by one in a low and gentle voice, accompanied by the soft evening breeze, as if he wanted to keep this beautiful time forever.

(End of this chapter)