I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

Inside the protective shield, a silvery-white light curtain completely isolated the outside world.

Deacon Xu's furious palm strikes repeatedly slammed into the outer wall, causing the light screen to tremble violently and cracks to spread like a spider web.

Ye Shuanghua leaned against Li Hanshan's chest, her breathing rapid as if she were drowning, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, and her clear, cold eyes were now veiled with a layer of mist, unfocused and hazy.

She didn't hesitate for long.

She slipped her hand inside Li Hanshan's clothes, her warm palm pressed against his lower abdomen, and the spiritual power of the third level of the Nascent Soul realm surged into his meridians like a flood bursting its banks. The force was so domineering that Li Hanshan felt a violent tremor in his dantian, and his pure yang energy was uncontrollably drawn out of his body by that spiritual power, flowing into her body along the point where the two were joined.

"Is she trying to drain me dry?"

Li Hanshan's heart tightened.

Ye Shuanghua actually wanted to use this method to absorb his pure yang energy.

After only a moment's hesitation, Li Hanshan activated the Yang Scroll Technique to prevent his pure Yang energy from dissipating too quickly.

"Um?"

Ye Shuanghua noticed.

She glanced at Li Hanshan suspiciously, but couldn't detect anything unusual.

After hesitating for a moment.

Ye Shuanghua finally made a decision.

Then she stood up and gently pressed Li Hanshan against the side of the boat. Before he could react, she straddled his lap, placed her hands on his shoulders, and let her long, black hair fall down, casting him in shadow.

She bit her lower lip, her usually calm and indifferent eyes now filled with an almost defiant determination, her ears burning red, and even her snow-white neck flushed a thin layer of pink.

She glanced at him but said nothing.

Li Hanshan didn't ask.

The subtle sound of clothes being peeled off was exceptionally clear inside the protective shield.

Ye Shuanghua's fingertips trembled slightly, and her movements as she unbuttoned his clothes were clumsy, unlike those of a Nascent Soul cultivator who had lived for hundreds of years; they were more like those of a young girl who had never done this before. Li Hanshan raised his hand and placed it on the back of her hand, unbuttoning the remaining buttons for her. The warmth of his palm pressed against her knuckles, and she jerked her hand away, then gritted her teeth and reached out again.

The moment their skin touched, they both gasped.

The feeling was hundreds of times more intense than before. The pure yang energy and the surging spiritual power within Ye Shuanghua's body were like two long-suppressed rivers finding each other, suddenly converging and unleashing a scorching torrent. Ye Shuanghua's body instinctively tensed, her nails digging into Li Hanshan's shoulder, letting out a suppressed, distorted gasp.

Without further hesitation, she focused her mind on her dantian, guiding the pure yang energy along the most direct path to the core of her primordial spirit. Under the cleansing force of the pure yang energy, the power of her Hehuan Palm melted away like frost under the blazing sun. Every blocked meridian in her body was being unblocked, the burning pain replaced by an almost tingling comfort. She involuntarily arched her back, her forehead resting on Li Hanshan's shoulder, a soft, trembling sound escaping from deep within her throat.

Li Hanshan was not idle either.

When her spiritual energy surged into his body, it carried the pure essence refined by the third level of the Nascent Soul stage. The feeling was completely different from when he used the Yang Scroll technique to draw energy in reverse—this time, it flowed in willingly, like a spring of sweet water pouring into a dried-up well. Her spiritual energy stimulated his Pure Yang Meridian to circulate on its own, and the golden Pure Yang energy and Ye Shuanghua's Yin attribute spiritual energy formed a complete cycle within their bodies, nourishing and pulling each other.

Ye Shuanghua's spiritual energy circulated through his meridians again and again, each time bringing back a wisp of pure Yang energy as it passed through his dantian. The circulation became faster and hotter, and the air inside the defensive shield seemed to thicken.

She suddenly whispered something, but the sound was muffled and indistinct.

Then she suddenly tightened her arms around him, her whole body trembling slightly as she pressed against him. The torrent of spiritual energy reached its peak at that moment, like a flood breaking through a dam, surging along her meridians towards her primordial spirit—

boom.

A muffled tremor emanated from the depths of Ye Shuanghua's dantian, causing the entire defensive barrier to tremble slightly for a moment. She abruptly tilted her head back, her long, black hair billowing behind her, a flash of golden light appearing in her eyes, and her aura surged dramatically as if ignited by a blazing fire. The unnatural flush on her cheeks quickly faded, replaced by a translucent, jade-like luster.

The pressure of a fourth-level Nascent Soul cultivator emanated from her body, like an invisible mountain, making the air inside the defensive shield feel heavy.

But at the same time, Li Hanshan felt a huge suction force suddenly erupt from the point where the two were touching.

The surge of spiritual power at the moment of breakthrough was like a vortex, frantically drawing his pure Yang energy into her body. He tried to stop it, but found the suction was too intense and completely uncontrollable. The pure Yang energy surged out of his body like a flood bursting its banks, more than ten times faster than before.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and the golden light on the surface of the divine infant in his dantian dimmed at a visible speed. Sharp pain shot through his meridians, as if countless needles were piercing his bone marrow simultaneously. He felt his life force and primordial spirit being rapidly drained away, his limbs began to grow cold, and his vision blurred.

Ye Shuanghua abruptly stopped her spiritual power, forcibly suppressing the urge to frantically absorb pure yang energy.

Li Hanshan felt the suction suddenly stop, and he was thrown out of the vortex, collapsing heavily against the ship's side. His dantian was empty, the light of his divine infant was as dim as a candle in the wind, and he could hardly sense any spiritual energy flowing through his meridians. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. He could only lean against the cabin wall, panting heavily, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Ye Shuanghua looked down at him and remained silent for a moment.

Her clothes were half-open, her long hair disheveled, and the blush from her breakthrough still lingered on her cheeks, but her eyes had regained their coldness. Her cultivation was stable at the fourth level of the Nascent Soul stage, her meridians were clear and transparent, and her cultivation was smoother than ever before. But if she hadn't stopped in time, Li Hanshan would probably have been drained into a dried corpse, and even his divine infant would have been shattered.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice still cold but carrying a rare hint of guilt. "My spiritual energy went out of control the moment I broke through, and I couldn't fully control it."

Li Hanshan waved his hand, and after catching his breath for a while, he finally found his voice: "It's nothing... Breakthrough is more important."

He wasn't lying. Although he was almost drained dry, when that suction force erupted, his wisp of divine consciousness, lurking in Ye Shuanghua's dantian, had taken advantage of the chaos caused by the surge of spiritual energy to quietly plant an extremely faint seed of Yin energy at the edge of her nascent soul. That seed was so small that it was almost imperceptible, like a speck of dust falling into a raging river, instantly swept away by the torrent of spiritual energy and sinking into the depths.

The most crucial step in the Yin Pattern of the Yang Manual is planting the seed. Now that the seed has been planted, when the Yin Pattern flower blooms with three petals, her life or death will be in his hands.

Of course, that requires repeated sowing.

Ye Shuanghua is a Nascent Soul cultivator; for her to have her flower bloom with three petals, the difficulty is immeasurable.

But his current state was truly appalling. His divine infant was dull and lifeless, his meridians were dried up like a dried-up river, his spiritual energy was almost depleted, and he was so exhausted that he could barely stand up. Ye Shuanghua glanced at him, took out a milky-white pill from her sleeve, and handed it to his lips: "Take this, it's a Rejuvenation Pill. Although it won't restore you immediately, it can stabilize your meridians and prevent any hidden injuries."

Li Hanshan did not refuse and took it into his mouth. The warm medicinal power dissolved in his mouth, flowing down his throat and into his abdomen, like a warm current seeping into a cracked riverbed, and a faint trace of spiritual energy re-gathered in his dantian. Although he was still far from fully recovered, at least his injuries would not worsen.

Outside the defensive barrier, Deacon Xu's voice rang out again, filled with barely suppressed anger: "Ye Shuanghua! What are you up to in there? Did you think you could escape this by hiding in a turtle shell?!"

Ye Shuanghua stood up and fastened her clothes. She gripped the Jinghong Sword again, her cultivation stable at the fourth level of the Nascent Soul stage, her aura calm and profound. She glanced down at Li Hanshan, her gaze lingering for a moment on his pale face before moving away.

"Stay put and don't move."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the edge of the defensive barrier.

Cracks covered the light barrier outside the defensive shield. Deacon Xu and the two Nascent Soul cultivators from the Heavenly Demon Sect stood not far away, each casting spells with hand seals. Dark red runes flowed in their palms, constantly pushing the oppressive force of the entire formation towards the defensive shield. Ye Shuanghua raised her hand and pressed it against the silvery-white light barrier, feeling the vibrations coming from outside. A cold smile appeared on her lips.

She didn't rush to attack, but instead closed her eyes and slowly drew out the other sword, the Jinghong Sword, which had been hidden deep in her dantian and nurtured with her life essence for hundreds of years.

The sword was entirely silver-white, slightly narrower than the Jinghong Sword in her hand. Fine ice crack patterns flowed along its blade, yet the aura it exuded was sharper and more restrained than the sword outside, like a piece of ice that had been tempered for a thousand years, quietly waiting in the darkness for the moment to be drawn.

She gently ran her fingertips along the blade, feeling the faint tremor emanating from the hilt, like a sleeping dragon slowly awakening. Then, she opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the defensive shield that was about to shatter.

it's time.