The gentle, sickly beauty is a cold and aloof general.

This is a very demanding job that requires a lot of mental and physical effort.

Jun Ming's decision to have Atar sit on the bed was arguably the best one he ever made.

At this rate, by the time all the dead branches are cleared away, Atal will probably be sitting there stiff and unconscious.

The renewal of the spiritual realm manifested in Atal's body as if all the lesions within his body had been found and removed.

This feeling is not very comfortable; it's like having rotten flesh removed from a wound, and it's very difficult to endure.

But Atal knew that these were proof that he was getting better.

As time went on, Atal's face grew paler and paler, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he tightened his grip on Jun Ming's hand.

But Atal persevered through sheer grit.

Seeing how hard Atar was working, Junming felt sorry for him, but he had already done his best and was moving as fast as he could.

The mental energy enveloped the rotten, withered branches that had been cleared out, and piled them together.

Finally, the last withered branch was cleared away, and all the land exposed above the floodwaters within Atar's spiritual sea was completely renewed.

Looking at the pile of withered branches, Jun thought for a moment and then lit a fire on them.

Only through fire can one be reborn, and the ash left after the dead branches are burned is also a good source of nourishment for the land.

The land within Atal's spiritual sea has been barren for a long time, so naturally it cannot let go of any possible source of nourishment.

Jun Ming's spiritual power remained quietly by his side, watching as the fire gradually devoured all the severed limbs, withered leaves, and rotten tree roots.

Only when the last spark went out did it indicate that Junming's work for the day was almost complete.

The renovated land was finally exposed to the sun after a long time.

The harmful bacteria in the soil are exposed to the sun, which removes the harmful ones and leaves the beneficial ones.

After confirming that nothing was missing, Jun Ming then completely withdrew his mental energy from Atar's mental sea.

Atar's body trembled slightly, but his complexion was much better than before, and his face was slightly rosy.

Jun Ming quickly helped him up and asked with concern:

Atal, are you alright?

Atal leaned weakly against the pillow behind him, managing a weak smile.

"I can still handle it."

Jun Ming quietly held Atal's hand, waiting for Atal to recover from such an intense experience.

Atal, who had not yet fully recovered, was already eager to inquire about Junming's condition.

"My lord, are you feeling unwell?"

"For three consecutive nights, they have been helping me to calm my turbulent mind, which was on the verge of spiraling out of control. Yesterday and today were just as intense."

"Your Majesty, please don't push yourself too hard. If you feel uncomfortable, you can stop immediately."

"I absolutely do not want the lord to be injured because of me."

Jun Ming smiled confidently and patted Atar's fluffy head.

"I know."

"I won't do anything I'm not sure of. Once I start something, I'll stick with it to the end."

[A fight to the death.]

Jun Ming didn't say the last four words aloud, but silently added them in his heart.

Junming was afraid that his words were too extreme and would frighten Atar, so he simply stopped talking.

"Rest a little longer."

Junming helped Atar calm down, just as he had in the spiritual sea, silently guarding the fire until it was completely extinguished, gloriously completing his mission.

After resting for a while, Atal's complexion improved significantly, even showing a healthy glow under the light.

"My lord, I've rested well."

Atal felt he had rested enough and no longer needed to be deliberately protected by Jun Ming like a porcelain doll.

Although Atal felt a little embarrassed by Jun Ming's deliberate protection, he felt more sweetness and being valued.

Seeing that Atal's complexion had indeed improved considerably, Jun Ming's sudden action caught Atal off guard.

Suddenly, Jun Ming flipped over and pinned Atal down, using his arms to hold Atal under his weight so that he wouldn't press too hard on Atal.

Jun Ming's intimate actions made Atar dare not make a move.

She lowered her eyes slightly, as if trying to escape, her eyelashes trembling, unsure of what Jun Xiang was thinking.

"Look at me."

Junming whispered to Atar.

These words seemed to possess some kind of magic, or perhaps some kind of oppressive force.

Atar obediently raised his eyes and stared straight at Jun Ming.

The two insects stared at each other, getting closer and closer.

When noses are touching, both people can clearly feel each other's breath.

Atal's palms were sweating with nervousness.

As they drew closer, Atal grew increasingly nervous, his vision blurring as if a fog had been lifted, or perhaps the background was indistinct.

Only Jun Ming could be seen.

The atmosphere was ambiguous when Atal suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left earlobe.

Just as a strange feeling welled up in Atal's heart, and he raised his hand to touch his earlobe to find out what was going on,

Before he could even react, Jun Ming suddenly leaned down.

Atal's lips were as sweet, lovely, soft, and delicate as Jun Ming had fantasized about countless times.

It seems to contain endless tenderness and sweetness, just like Atal himself, making him as lovable as he is.

However, strictly speaking, this cannot be considered a real kiss, but merely a gentle touch.

Even so, this fit lasted for an unusually long time.

Atal stood frozen like a startled deer, not daring to move an inch; while Junming remained motionless, sticking to the spot as before.

And so, the two insects remained in that position quietly, frozen in place like sculptures, as if time had stopped flowing at that moment.

Atal was so nervous he dared not breathe, his mind blank, not yet realizing what was happening.

Time passed slowly, and Atar's face turned slightly red from holding his breath.

I was almost suffocating.

Just as Atal was in a daze, unaware of what was happening in the world, Jun Ming took the earring gun and, in the same manner, left a silver needle in Atal's right earlobe.

Only then did they release Atar.

Atal only began to breathe heavily after Jun Ming lifted up and their lips were separated.

Atal ignored the two sharp pains in his earlobes just now, one due to the sudden stimulation and the other due to a slight lack of oxygen.

Those two slight pains left no trace.

However, two extremely short silver needles appeared on Atal's earlobes.