Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

Night was falling.

The person beside him remained silent, and Xiao Wuli dared not speak either. He was constantly tense and his thoughts were wandering uncontrollably.

Sometimes in her mind was her master's slender waist as he collapsed on the bed, and sometimes his moist lips as he spoke.

Normally, Master is aloof and distant to everyone, but little do people know that his peach blossom eyes, which are full of shimmering water, have already revealed his gentleness, but he himself is unaware of it.

Xiao Wuli's eyelids twitched, and he forced himself not to think wildly, but he could only hold on for a few seconds before his thoughts started to wander again.

Master is good in every way, but he's not his.

If he could possess this bright moon for himself...

Xiao Wuli paused, his breath catching in his throat.

If his master belongs to him alone, then his master's smile will only shine on him, and his gentleness will only be directed towards him...

The person beside him suddenly moved. Xiao Wuli held his breath and turned his stiff neck slowly to look over. He saw his master, who had been fast asleep at some point, slowly moving toward him.

His already clenched fingers tightened even more, his knuckles turned white, and he trembled slightly.

Slowly approaching, bit by bit, Xiao Wuli's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his dark eyes, which had been restrained to the point of turning crimson, gradually bent his knees and stood up, his legs close to his master's.

When her soft breath touched his chest, Xiao Wuli felt as if his blood had frozen instantly. He froze, his hands and feet stiff, his fingernails almost digging into his palms.

The warm touch of their bodies wafted through the thin fabric, and the unique fragrance emanating from their master reached their noses. Their master's hand rested on their waist, and their cheek gently rubbed against their chest.

Xiao Wuli felt a chill run down his spine, as if an electric current was coursing through his veins and rushing to his head and scalp, making him so excited that his scalp tingled.

"Bang! Bang! Bang—!"

His heart was pounding like a drum in his chest, heavy and pounding, almost crushing his ribs.

He struggled to swallow the tightness in his throat, and his neck stiffly lowered his head little by little.

But he only lowered his head, and his thin lips kissed the black hair on his master's head. It was slightly cool, and the sweet fragrance of his master's body seemed to solidify. He slightly parted his lips, and his mouth was filled with sweetness as if he had eaten candied fruit.

The master in his arms had his cheek pressed against his chest, his shoulders relaxed, showing a rare softness. His peach blossom eyes were gently closed, his eyelashes were long and thick, and the black mole on his eyelid was embedded in his fair skin, swaying slightly with his breath, calm yet seemingly full of charm.

Suddenly, I recalled the image of my master that appeared before my eyes when I finished studying the last few pages of "The Six Harmonies of Heart and Mind".

At that time, Master's cheeks were flushed, his peach blossom eyes were half open and half closed, his chin was slightly raised, and he looked up at his face. His eyes were moist, and his originally cold eyes were rippling with tiny waves, making people unable to look away. His black mole was stained red, and it swayed with him.

Xiao Wuli moved slowly, tiptoed off the bed, and quietly left the room. He flew out of the dense forest on his sword, his body heat transforming into a surge of energy. With a fierce slash, the longsword cut down all the green grass within a hundred miles with a loud boom!

Xuanqi, who was running the last lap around the dense forest, was about to rush forward to take revenge when he was frightened by Xuanqi's sword and stood frozen in place.

Such dense and terrifying spiritual energy!

Even if it were fully recovered and used all its strength to defend itself against this sword strike, it would probably still be injured!

Xuanqi's flames vanished instantly, and he cowered in a corner, watching the ferocious demon unleash a flurry of sword strikes, each one more powerful than the last, as if he were about to unleash the fury within him.

A sword slashed fiercely at it, and Xuanqi cried out: !!!

Terrifying! Terrifying! So terrifying!

It dragged its fat body and ran away quickly.

"Bang--!"

"Awoooooo!!!"

The fat cat was so frightened that it howled. Its feet slipped and it ran for two seconds but was still in the same place before it recovered and dashed into the dense forest to escape.

Ahhhh, thank goodness its master made it run every day, otherwise it really wouldn't have been able to dodge that cold sword!

Dead green tea!

It remembered this debt too!

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The next morning.

When he woke up late, he was all alone in bed.

He yawned and asked 337: "Where's Xiao Wuli?"

He got up early today on purpose, hoping to slip away from Xiao Wuli's arms before he woke up, but he didn't expect Xiao Wuli to get up even earlier than him.

337: [Last night, about five seconds after you fell into a deep sleep, Xiao Wuli got up and went to cultivate.]

Little Dumpling had never seen such an unrestrained protagonist before.

The host had only been in his arms for five seconds when he ran outside and went on a crazy hacking spree all night. So when he was supposed to *the host, wouldn't it be over in half a second?

...At that time, the host, being a straight man, will only ask him why he poked him.

"Bro, why are you poking my butt?"

Suddenly hearing the host's voice in his mind, 337's lips twitched twice.

"Is he working this hard?" Chi Buwan asked, stunned.

337: [Yes.]

If you don't choose to work hard, then your butt will have to.

She got up late, and while getting dressed, she pursed her lips and frowned, seemingly lost in thought.

He opened the door and saw Xiao Wuli walking back from outside, his cheeks flushed from cultivation. He sensed that something was wrong with Xiao Wuli's aura and took a closer look. His pupils then trembled.

Mid-stage Nascent Soul!?

Five days to go from the early to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm?

Is this cultivation speed even human?

Even Wei Hanling, a genius who appears only once in ten thousand years and currently the strongest senior disciple in the cultivation world, took a full ten years to go from the early to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm! But Xiao Wuli only took five days!

337 also took a light breath.

The male protagonist in the novel does cultivate quickly, but he doesn't advance a level in just five days.

Even it was a little surprised this time, but then it slowly began to accept it.

To advance from the early to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm, three things are required.

First, solidify the newly formed nascent soul and stabilize its spiritual consciousness; second, continuously compress and purify spiritual power using advanced techniques to bring the spiritual energy to the required level; and third, stabilize the mind and overcome inner demons.

Firstly, Xiao Wuli possesses a Heavenly Spiritual Root and has an experienced elder guiding him, so there's naturally no problem. Secondly, it's even less of a concern, as Xiao Wuli's first skill was a high-level cultivation technique. As for the third point...

It's thanks to the host.

He snuggled against Xiao Wuli for five seconds, and Xiao Wuli was overcome by inner demons. After struggling through the night, he managed to get through it safely.

337:........

To say Xiao Wuli is useless is an understatement, yet he can break through from the early to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm in a single night; to say he is capable is an understatement, yet he can't even withstand a host being close to him for five seconds.