If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Mo Chengyue's throat went dry, and he silently repeated to himself a hundred times, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; these are all rosy skulls, these are all walking experience packs."

He took a deep breath and placed his hands on Qin Wanzhuang's smooth back, specifically on her acupoints.

In the case of ordinary treatment, the condition should be as gentle and smooth as jade.

However, the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic, which reverses the flow of energy to heal injuries, causes inexplicable pain.

boom!

An extremely domineering pure yang energy surged into Qin Wanzhuang's body like a torrent through Mo Chengyue's palm.

This aura was scorching and violent, carrying an undeniable aggressiveness. It rampaged through Qin Wanzhuang's cold and poisonous meridians, like a ruthless army suppressing a rebellion.

"Ugh—!"

Qin Wanzhuang suddenly tilted her head back, her long neck taut and straight.

The expression that was originally contorted with pain was instantly tinged with an extremely eerie blush under the impact of the pure yang energy.

pain?

No.

It's a tingling, bone-deep itch that rises from the very marrow of your bones.

That was the extreme reaction produced by the intense collision and fusion of Yin and Yang energies within the body.

For her, who was extremely weak at that moment, this masculine energy was simply the most deadly temptation in the world.

"uh-huh……"

A soft moan, powerful enough to break a Buddhist monk's vows on the spot and cause a saint to fall from his pedestal, escaped uncontrollably from her clenched teeth.

In this spacious, enclosed cave, the sound seemed to have its own built-in echo effect.

The junior brother Wenren Ji, who had been lying there pretending to be dead, seemed to have his eyelids twitch violently.

Mo Chengyue's hand trembled, and he almost lost his composure.

"A fairy! This is definitely a fairy!"

He gritted his teeth and increased the speed of his cultivation technique.

"Hold on! I'm about to have my bone scraped!"

Mo Chengyue's dagger flashed, swiftly and ruthlessly scraping away the rotten flesh from the wound. At the same time, his left hand condensed a water-based talisman, which transformed into a warm, clear stream, continuously washing away the filth.

On one side was a cold blade, and on the other a burning hand.

On one side was excruciating pain, and on the other was an intense, tingling numbness.

Ice and Fire.

Under the soothing and guiding influence of the "Yin Yang De He Jing" (Scripture of Yin Yang and Virtue Harmony), Qin Wanzhuang, whose mind was clouded, gradually gave up her resistance. Her initial resistance turned into instinctive compliance.

Like a drowning person grabbing onto the only piece of driftwood, she instinctively wrapped her arms around Mo Chengyue's neck.

Her hot, delicate body pressed tightly against his chest, feeling like a cat seeking pleasure, unconsciously rubbing against him.

"Don't move...something will happen if you move again..."

Mo Chengyue was covered in sweat. He had to control his spiritual power so as not to harm her, resist this ultimate temptation, and be on guard against her suddenly waking up and stabbing him.

This is hardly healing!

This is like dancing the tango on a knife's edge!

Half an hour later.

When the last bit of black energy was forced out of Mo Chengyue's body by Yin-Yang True Essence, and when the last piece of rotten flesh was cleaned up.

Mo Chengyue felt like he had just run a marathon and was completely exhausted.

Looking at his senior sister, who was fast asleep in his arms, breathing steadily, and whose skin had regained its fair glow, he felt a strange sense of accomplishment.

"That is, me."

"If someone else were to come, the baby would already be pregnant by now."

"Thank goodness, you're my senior sister!"

"If it were someone else, the method of detoxification might be a more intense form of dual cultivation."

Mo Chengyue chuckled self-deprecatingly, took out his large spare Taoist robe from his storage bag, and quickly put it on Qin Wanzhuang.

Although the process was a bit... indescribable.

But at least, his life was saved.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

Qin Wanzhuang's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing you see is a dimly lit rocky roof.

The moment consciousness returned, memories flooded back like a tidal wave. The poisoning, hallucinations, being pinned to the ground, clothes being torn, and the shame that made her want to commit suicide…

She sat up abruptly.

The clothes she was wearing had changed.

It was no longer that dirty, fitted outfit, but a baggy, somewhat comical men's Taoist robe.

The Taoist robe carried a faint scent of soapberry, as well as a scent that belonged to that person, which made her feel inexplicably at ease yet also ashamed and indignant.

She instinctively touched herself.

empty.

It's a vacuum inside.

Moreover, every inch of her skin, even the most hidden corners, was carefully washed with warm water, leaving her as clean as if she were newly born.

"boom!"

A surge of hot blood rushed to the top of his head.

Qin Wanzhuang's face turned so red it was almost bleeding, followed by an overwhelming killing intent!

That bastard...

How dare he?!

Even if it's to save lives, this is... this is just too much!

She grabbed the broken sword beside her. Although it was devoid of spiritual power, the aura she exuded, as if she had fought her way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, instantly lowered the temperature of the entire cave to freezing point.

The sword tip was precisely pressed against a person's throat.

Mo Chengyue was leaning against a rock, resting with his eyes closed, when he sensed the murderous aura and suddenly opened his eyes.

Of course, that tattered cloth was still covering his eyes.

"You lecherous thief..."

Qin Wanzhuang's voice trembled, tinged with tears, yet also filled with a resolute determination to kill.

"I'm going to kill you..."

Faced with this seemingly impossible and fatal question, Mo Chengyue remained calm.

Or rather, as a seasoned veteran, he had already rehearsed this scenario eight hundred times over.

He neither begged for mercy nor offered an explanation.

Instead, she ripped off her blindfold, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes that looked even more aggrieved, confused, and innocent than Qin Wanzhuang's.

Then, strike first!

"Second Senior Sister! You're finally awake!"

Mo Chengyue, his voice trembling with tears, slapped his thigh, a sight so moving it brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it.

"I used up all the money I'd saved up for my future wife to save you!"

"Do you know how dangerous that was? You were poisoned and insisted on taking off your clothes, and we couldn't stop you! You're as strong as an ox!"

"To protect your innocence, I kept my eyes closed the entire time to protect you! Look, I even tied this blindfold tightly!"

"And those 'purification charms,' 'rejuvenation potions,' and top-grade antidotes... I saved all of those from the bare minimum!"

Mo Chengyue became more and more excited as he spoke, and even tried to shove the abacus into Qin Wanzhuang's face.

"We need to pay more! We absolutely need to pay more!"

"This isn't over until it reaches five thousand spirit stones! I'll develop inner demons!"

"..."

Qin Wanzhuang was stunned.

That murderous intent, which was originally meant to take everyone down with it, was stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.

She looked at her junior brother, who was haggling over a few spirit stones, his face full of snobbery, showing no remorse for "getting a good deal," but instead feeling that he had lost out.

Is it really... a misunderstanding?

Was it really because he was too reckless when the poison took effect, leaving him no choice but to...?

Moreover, looking at his "money-is-all-goods-nothing" attitude, Qin Wanzhuang felt a strange sense of defeat.

Is my innocence less attractive than five thousand spirit stones?

She slowly lowered her sword.

Although reason told her that things weren't that simple, and although the strange sensation lingering on her body reminded her of everything that had just happened.

But looking at the loose Taoist robe he was wearing and smelling the faint scent of soapberry, I could tell that...

Qin Wanzhuang's ears were burning red.

She turned her face away, biting her lip, something inside her quietly changing at that moment.

"Shut up."

She spoke softly, her tone no longer cold and hard as before, but instead filled with a coquettishness she herself didn't realize.

"...Bookkeeping."

Looking at Qin Wanzhuang's profile, which was as red as a ripe apple, Mo Chengyue silently gave himself a "thumbs up".

I've managed to survive this hurdle!

As long as we talk about money, it won't hurt our feelings!

However, just as he was preparing to pack his things and run away, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that his junior brother, Wenren Ji, who had been lying in the corner "unconscious," had opened his eyes at some point.

Those usually lifeless gray eyes were now staring intently at Mo Chengyue.

His eyes were filled with three big words:

I saw it.

Mo Chengyue: "..."