Fairy, don't be afraid, I, Wang Daqi, am truly an honest man.

"No, no need. This kind of thing doesn't require assistance!"

Nangong Ling naturally rejected Shen Ruyan's suggestion without hesitation.

Just kidding, how could I let my disciple assist in such a thing?

Wouldn't that mean we'd see everything?

What kind of situation is this?

"Oh well."

Nangong Ling took a deep breath, as if he had made a huge decision, and slowly lifted the bamboo curtain of the inner room.

The room was filled with steam and a faint fragrance of medicinal herbs.

Inside the bathtub, Wang Daqi was shirtless.

Five years in the Lingnong profession did not make him sleazy; instead, it honed his muscles into a streamlined shape, as if cast in bronze.

In addition, nourished by the black pearl and purple energy during this period, his whole body exudes a primal and vigorous masculine energy.

Nangong Ling had lived for hundreds of years, and the male cultivators he usually encountered were mostly people with an air of otherworldly elegance and flowing robes!

When have I ever seen such raw, unadulterated beauty of power so closely before?

Even through the human skin mask, her cheeks felt so hot they were almost burning.

She kept telling herself, "Calm down, Nangong Ling! You are not the Peak Master of Lingyun Peak now, you are just Shen You Nan, a twenty-year-old female cultivator whose life hangs in the balance and needs to be saved..."

That's right, this is the identity that Shen Ruyan customized for her.

She was just an ordinary, inexperienced, and tragically backgrounded female cultivator.

"Um... Miss You Nan??"

Wang Daqi turned his head, pretending to be a little simple-minded and awkward, and touched his nose. "This bucket is quite big, and the water is hot. Why don't you... take a bath with me? It'll help you get rid of the chill."

Nangong Ling's heart skipped a beat, and her voice was barely audible: "I...I've already washed. Sister Shen said to help you wipe your back first to warm you up, so you won't be unable to withstand the cold poison in my body later."

As she spoke, she suppressed the urge to run away, picked up the loofah from the side, and walked to the bathtub with trembling hands.

Soft fingers inadvertently touched Wang Daqi's burning hot back.

Nangong Ling felt a scorching electric current instantly spread throughout his body.

At this moment, the meridians that had been frozen for so long showed a faint sign of loosening.

She bit her lower lip, clumsily wiping herself, secretly shocked: Is this Supreme Yang Body really so domineering? Does mere skin contact possess such power?

If they got to know each other better, wouldn't Geng Jiajia be amazing?

For a moment, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

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A moment later, the two moved from the bath to the inner bed.

Inside the room, a gentle breeze suddenly swept by, and the only remaining candle, as if disturbed by something, went out with a "poof".

It was Nangong Ling who, by taking advantage of the movement, quietly extinguished the fire with a flick of his sleeve.

In this pitch blackness, she seemed to be able to slightly let go of that heavy, oppressive air of a peak master.

Wang Daqi was a straightforward person and didn't want to waste time.

He could feel that Shen Younan was shivering and his body was ice-cold, so he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

With a large arm, he pulled that warm, jade-like yet icy body into his embrace.

Nangong Ling exclaimed in surprise as she was enveloped in that furnace-like embrace.

As his cultivation deepened, the supreme yang energy within Wang Daqi surged like raging magma into Nangong Ling's fragmented body, riddled with holes by the poison of cold fire.

Nangong Ling was utterly shocked!

She initially thought Shen Ruyan was exaggerating.

Unexpectedly, this yang energy was so pure that it contained not a trace of impurity. Wherever it passed, the stubborn toxins that had plagued her for months and which even fifth-grade spiritual pills could not eradicate melted away silently, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

In just a short while, the injuries inside his body had improved by at least 10%!

Doesn't that mean that if we do it nine more times... it will be fine?

My goodness, this is amazing!

It should be understood that this is not an ordinary external injury, but a damage to the Dao foundation that even a Nascent Soul cultivator would be helpless against.

"This Supreme Yang Body... is several times more powerful than the legends say!!!"

Nangong Ling opened her eyes in a daze, staring intently at the man in front of her.

Shen Ruyan is right. If this continues, not only will they be able to recover their cultivation, but they might even be able to break through their bottlenecks!

Reaching the Divine Transformation stage seems imminent.

Wang Daqi was also somewhat surprised at this moment.

The black bead inside his body was extremely sensitive to energy.

During their cultivation together, he clearly felt the terrifying destructive power within Shen Younan's body.

That was a terrifyingly cold poison power that could cause any Qi Refining or even Foundation Establishment cultivator to collapse.

But Shen Younan, though appearing to be struggling in pain, was actually enduring it all.

"This body's resilience... is she really a twenty-year-old female cultivator??"

Wang Daqi was suspicious.

But then she thought, "The Shen family is a prominent family, and they are Senior Sister Shen's closest relatives. They must have secretly used a lot of their most treasured life-saving medicines to forcibly protect her heart meridian."

With that thought in mind, he cleared his mind of all distractions and focused all his attention on utilizing the mysterious energy within his body.

Since the other party can handle it, he doesn't need to be lenient with her.

After an incense stick has burned.

Nangong Ling begged for mercy in a low voice.

Unfortunately, she couldn't use her Nascent Soul power, so she could only rely on the power of an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator to resist.

But how could this possibly withstand Wang Daqi?

Hearing the plea for mercy, Wang Daqi asked curiously, "Miss You Nan, I see that the cold poison in your body is very strong. You can withstand the cold poison, so how come you can't even withstand this little bit...?"

"How can that be the same?" Nangong Ling asked breathlessly.

"Um... okay then, but how are you?"

Speaking of this, Nangong Ling's eyes became intense.

"It's much better now, the pain is gone, and the injury has healed a bit!"

"That's good." Wang Daqi grinned.

"By the way, where are you from?" Nangong Ling lay down beside him, looking at the honest-looking man in front of her, and was very curious about Wang Daqi's identity.

With nothing else to do, Wang Daqi began to talk about his background.

He was born into an ordinary family; his parents were farmers, true farmers.

However, when he was twelve years old, a plague struck the area, killing many people.

His parents also passed away that year.

After his parents died, his family's house and land were divided up by his relatives.

On the surface, he was being taken care of by his uncle's family, but in reality, he could only live in a pigsty, eat only one meal a day, and had to do extremely heavy farm work!

Upon hearing this, Nangong Ling's heart clenched.

Because she was also thinking of herself more than two hundred years ago, when she was a child.

"And then what happened?" Nangong Ling asked.

Wang Daqi narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Later, while my uncle's family was visiting relatives, I secretly stole all their money and then left."

"After that, I lived a life of wandering until one time when I went into the mountains, I got lost and unexpectedly encountered a group of immortal seedlings. They came to the Misty Sect to seek immortality! The guide discovered that I had spiritual roots and let me follow them."

Wang Daqi grinned and said, "It took us about two years to travel before we entered the Misty Sect. I stayed here."

"I see. Although you come from an ordinary background, you have quite a good affinity with the immortals. You actually managed to encounter the Immortal Seed Team in such a desperate situation."

"Yes, I've always thought I was lucky! Life was tough in the sect, but I met my wife, Xu Yan!"

"It seems you really like your wife."

"Yes, she's a really nice person!" Wang Daqi said, then looked at Nangong Ling: "By the way, Miss You Nan, what about you?"

"Me? I was born in the world of cultivation, but my parents died when I was young, after encountering demonic cultivators!"

Perhaps because they both lost their parents at a young age, Wang Daqi felt a sense of sympathy for his junior sister.

He embraced Nangong Ling with his large hands.

"Miss You Nan, don't worry, I will definitely heal your injuries."

Nangong Ling's delicate body trembled, and she looked at Wang Daqi intently.

This is the only man who has ever held her in his arms since she was a child.

At that moment, she felt a sense of peace.