It turns out, they were the main characters.

Mu Zhian sighed: "When I first saw you at the Liangyi Sect, I thought your beauty was as pure as snow, but I never expected that it wasn't your true form."

When he first met Shang Yanfei, he genuinely thought she was very beautiful. So much so that when he later cultivated with the sect leader and suppressed her karmic fire, he felt quite accomplished.

But unexpectedly, that body was actually intended by Shang Yanfei to be sealed in the black box from the very beginning.

Shang Yanfei's brows relaxed, and her voice was gentle: "Any tiny thing in this world can change the future outcome. So I must keep it a secret."

Mu Zhian looked up at her: "Don't you need it now?"

Shang Yanfei nodded gently: "No need. The Heavenly Dao is about to descend, and the Heavenly Secrets I have been covering up are already waning. Your past memories that were blocked will soon be restored, so there is no need to hide them."

“The negative emotions of the Heavenly Dao will form an indelible misfortune, and within this misfortune lies His power. After that, I need you to seal my body left in Kyushu in a black box. In this way, even if the Heavenly Dao descends, it will be unable to do anything.”

Mu Zhian's eyes flickered slightly: "Just by sealing away His negative emotions, He will become extremely weak?"

"He was already wounded."

Shang Yanfei smiled and said, "The Heavenly Dao cannot directly interfere with the human world, but if it is willing, it can pay a huge price to forcibly break through the rules of heaven and earth and kill a certain person."

"In the past, He paid a great price to kill a person."

It seems that Heaven is truly willing to stop at nothing to kill the Primordial Mother Goddess... Mu Zhi'an asked, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

“I need your fox-ear form,” Shang Yanfei said softly.

He spoke in a serious tone, which surprised Mu Zhi'an, and Mu Zhi'an was stunned for a moment before asking, "Can I help you by transforming into my fox-eared form...?"

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?" Mu Zhian asked with a look of suspicion.

Shang Yanfei gently raised one hand and snapped her fingers.

Click.

The black chains on his wrists turned into black light particles and dissipated into the air.

She tilted her head slightly and smiled at the boy: "Do you think I would lie to you?"

"Anyone in this world can lie to you, except me."

"So you can believe anything I say."

If Yao Meng were here, she would probably exclaim that she is an expert, or even marvel at how well she manages her husband.

From the past to the present, Shang Yanfei has never joined the disputes in the fishpond, but simply watched with a smile as the battles that almost broke out in the fishpond repeatedly erupted.

Then, little by little, build a foundation of trust in your loved one's heart.

I feel like I'm being kept as a pet... Mu Zhi'an looked at the woman's gentle eyes, but he couldn't feel any aversion. He said with a subtle feeling, "Of course I believe what you say."

He paused for a moment, then said strangely, "But Yao Meng also said before that she wasn't interested in my other form, she was just curious..."

And then...?

As it turns out, these powerful beings at the Dao Integration Realm all seem to have some strange hobbies, more or less.

On the other hand, could these hobbies be 'hereditary'?

Back when Mu Zhian was still young, Shang Yanfei had visited Tianxuan City and had a romantic relationship with him...

At that time, Mu Zhian was not even naive about love; he simply regarded this beautiful woman in black as a close older sister.

Who would have thought that the kind older sister would consider him her future Daoist partner?

I treated you like a friendly older sister next door, but you actually wanted to sleep with me... That's roughly the gist of it.

Since the patriarch of the primordial mother goddess had some hobbies related to refining... well, it's no wonder that the powerful beings who followed her also had similar hobbies.

Despite his thoughts, he couldn't bear to refuse the woman's request.

Mu Zhi'an raised his hand and made a hand seal. The next moment, his figure seemed to change with the activation of the demonic magic, and he successfully transformed from Mu Zhi'an into You Zhi'an.

For a fleeting moment, Mu Zhian seemed to see Shang Yanfei's beautiful eyes light up slightly, her eyes scanning over him.

Then, as if testing the waters, she cautiously extended her hand towards Yoo Chi-an.

Finally, she touched his hair and pulled him into her arms, letting the back of his head rest intimately on her lap.

Mu Zhian looked at the tenderness flowing in the woman's pale golden eyes, and his gaze lingered for a moment on her flawless body.

At that moment, a scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

That was back in the forbidden land of life, when a woman knelt beside him with her knees drawn up, stroking his head. Her eyes were incredibly gentle, and her hands seemed to have a reassuring warmth as she whispered something in his ear.

At that time, those eyes looked so tired, yet full of joy.

This is something that Mu Zhian experienced when he was a child.

It seems the hidden secrets are indeed waning. I'm starting to remember some of the memories that were previously hidden... Mu Zhian came back to his senses and couldn't help but think to himself.

Are you spacing out and thinking about something?

At this moment, Shang Yanfei's voice pulled Mu Zhian back to reality from his thoughts.

He came to his senses and smiled, "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a bit emotional. I always thought that the spiritual energy of a natural furnace must be the most concentrated in the world... but I never expected that I would feel a spiritual energy in the sect leader that is almost no less than that of a natural furnace."

Shang Yanfei gently played with the fox ears with her fingertips and said casually, "This body is indeed rich in spiritual energy, but unfortunately, even if we cultivate together, I will not be able to give you spiritual energy. Cultivation will give you a lot of spiritual energy, and your body cannot withstand such a large amount of spiritual energy."

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhian felt a pang of regret.

As expected of a primordial god, the spiritual energy he possesses is truly terrifying...

Even from the Emperor of the Feather Transformation Realm, he had never felt such a powerful sense of pressure.

No wonder there is no path to immortality in this world. In the end, the Feathered Ascension Realm is beyond the scope of cultivators and transcends the rules.

But there is still an insurmountable gap between them and 'immortality'.

Mu Zhian even had a feeling that if he could absorb the immortal aura emanating from the sect leader, he might be able to successfully achieve Dao integration within a few years.

Of course, that's what I thought, but right now there's absolutely no way to absorb the immortal energy from her.

Unless there is some way to slowly and continuously absorb spiritual energy from the sect leader.

kiss?

This doesn't seem likely to last long, and its effect is minimal.

Besides these methods... are there any other options?

For cultivators, meditation and spiritual practice are as commonplace as eating three meals a day for humans.

To continuously absorb spiritual energy, it would be best to find a method as commonplace as a human eating when hungry.

For example...

Mu Zhian couldn't help but glance at the sect leader's enormous heart, then quickly shook his head, dispelling those bold ideas from his mind.

However, this one glance was enough for Consort Shang to notice.

She followed Mu Zhi'an's gaze and it landed on her own heart.

After a brief moment of surprise, a soft, shallow smile curved the corners of the woman's lips.

A voice suddenly rang softly in Mu Zhian's ear.

Would you like to give it a try?

Mu Zhian was stunned for a moment, not quite reacting.

But then, she cupped the boy's face in her hands and spoke softly in a gentle tone that seemed to embrace everything.

"If you call me Sect Leader Sister, I can grant your wish, okay?"

Chapter 633 Shang Yanfei: Keep your voice down, he's asleep.

If you call me "Sect Leader Sister," I'll do anything... There's probably no more generous thing to say than that.

However, Mu Zhian did not make any move.

"Do you know what I meant just now...?" he asked tentatively.

Although he wanted to see Shang Yanfei's expression at that moment, he couldn't see anything when he lay on her beautiful legs and looked up from below.

Mu Zhian was blinded by people's hearts.

"I know."

Shang Yanfei wore a snow-white, semi-transparent lace glove on her right hand. Her hand gently stroked Mu Zhian's face, and her voice was as gentle as ever: "In fact, any cultivator in this world can engage in dual cultivation if they wish. The only difference is the amount of spiritual energy they obtain."

"Having dual cultivation techniques or a certain physique will naturally make dual cultivation much more effective... but for many people, intimacy with their Daoist partners is merely a physiological need."

"Kissing, blood-drinking... any method that can exchange spiritual energy can enhance the spiritual energy of each other's cauldrons."

Mu Zhi'an stared blankly at the full heart-shaped face of the woman, lost in thought, until he heard Shang Yanfei's words and came back to his senses. He couldn't help but laugh and say, "Didn't Sect Master just say that I can't directly obtain the vast spiritual energy and immortal charm from you?"

"You can't expect me to drink your blood, can you?"

He's not a vampire, so he's still somewhat averse to the idea of ​​sucking other people's blood.

"Who told you that you can only obtain my spiritual energy and immortal essence by drinking blood?"

However, at this moment, Shang Yanfei's gentle voice pulled Mu Zhian back to reality from his thoughts.

"Otherwise... there are other methods?" he asked tentatively.

This time, the woman remained silent, but leaned down slightly and said softly in a gentle voice that was so tender it was intoxicating, "There are indeed other methods."

Mu Zhian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly got up from Shang Yanfei's arms, only to see the primordial mother goddess, or rather Shang Yanfei, with her high chest puffed out, looking at him with gentle eyes.

"What the sect leader means is..."

Shang Yanfei gently touched Mu Zhian's lips with her fingertips. Her figure was graceful, her posture upright, and her jet-black hair complemented her plain white dress, highlighting a mysterious, elegant, and gentle aura.

"The drop of immortal blood in the Heavenly Throne is the essence I condensed in the past. It is the authority of power, and you are the only one in this world who can use it."

"But every time it is used, its power will be weakened... Relying solely on the spiritual energy of the Heavenly Court to replenish it, you probably won't be able to use its true power for a long time to come."

"But if I can nurture it with the immortal energy of my body, it will be able to regain its original power in just a few days."

Mu Zhian frowned slightly: "You can't nurture that drop of Ascension Blood essence?"

Shang Yanfei gently shook her head: "It has now merged with you and the entire Heavenly Court, and I cannot forcibly interfere."

"But you need to use my spiritual energy to nourish that drop of essence blood."

Shang Yanfei gazed quietly at Mu Zhi'an, her gentle gaze seemingly capable of encompassing everything causing Mu Zhi'an's heart to beat slightly faster.