Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

The river flowed gently beside them, and the moonlight spilled onto its surface, shattering into countless silver ripples.

After a moment, he sighed.

"Fellow Daoist, what is your name?"

Chapter Two: Like a Spring Breeze Overnight

The river water was icy cold, but it couldn't extinguish the scorching heat emanating from her body.

The female cultivator leaned back slightly in the water and reached out to pull open her collar.

The soaked fabric clung tightly to her body, and with a forceful tug, the buttons popped open, revealing a jade-like body illuminated by both moonlight and shimmering water.

The shimmering luster of crimson and white skin was dazzling in the misty steam.

Mu Tianmiao swallowed hard.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down; the sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear on the calm river surface.

"My name is... Yun Qingyao..."

"My name is Mu Tianmiao."

Her voice was softer than the river, broken and intermittent, as if each word was being snatched from the flames of passionate poison.

She tilted her head back, her slender neck drawing a graceful arc in the moonlight, a few water droplets still clinging to her collarbone, trembling slightly with her breath.

Mu Tianmiao took a deep breath and reached out to embrace her slender waist underwater.

It was scalding hot to the touch; you could feel the melting heat even through the soaked fabric.

"Yun Qingyao..." he murmured the name, as if confirming something.

"remember."

Then he stopped talking.

On the river's surface, the moonlight shattered into countless silver scales.

The river water rippled outwards, gradually transforming from a soft murmur into a continuous rhythm.

Yun Qingyao's voice was like a lark, clear and melodious, echoing through the mountains and rivers at night, one note after another, breaking the silence of the night sky.

The birds in the forest on both sides of the river were startled and flew away in a flurry, only to land back on the branches and be startled away again.

Her fingers gripped Mu Tianmiao's back tightly, her nails digging into his flesh, leaving behind a series of bright red scratches.

Her legs were wrapped tightly together, like a drowning person clinging to the only piece of driftwood, or as if she was afraid that he would pull away at any moment.

The river flows tirelessly, and the moonlight slowly sets in the west from the high sky.

Yun Qingyao's face was incredibly beautiful under the moonlight, every expression of which was repeatedly depicted by the poison of love and another indescribable emotion.

Her brows furrowed and relaxed at times; her lips were sometimes bitten by herself and sometimes slightly parted, overflowing with melodious sounds that she couldn't control.

Mu Tianmiao did not close her eyes from beginning to end.

He looked at her face, at her eyes, and watched as the hazy, love-induced confusion in her peach blossom eyes slowly returned to its clear, bright light.

Her eyes, though clear and bright, held something more complex hidden within them.

The mountains and rivers were silent, and only the lark's voice lingered in the valley.

Morning light filters through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled patterns of light onto the grassy bank of the river.

Mu Tianmiao was awakened by a rustling sound.

He didn't open his eyes, but his consciousness had already returned.

He was covered with an outer robe, which carried a faint, lingering fragrance that did not belong to him.

The grass beneath me was a bit prickly, the river flowed gently in the distance, and birdsong drifted sporadically from the treetops overhead.

Then he heard the sound of fabric rubbing together, very softly and quickly.

Yun Qingyao was getting dressed.

Her fingers were trembling slightly, and she had to tie the belt three times before she could do it.

The morning light bathed her fair shoulders in a pale golden glow, but that glow was quickly obscured by her clothes.

She moved extremely fast, as if there were some raging beast behind her, yet she had to be very quiet, afraid of making a sound.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, the blush spreading all the way to her ears, her neck, and the small patch of collarbone that her collar couldn't cover.

She remembers everything that happened last night.

I remember every single detail.

From the initial pain... the tearing pain of her body, she bit his shoulder until it bled...

Later, the continuous waves of pleasure and love overwhelmed her reason like a tide.

She was a Golden Core cultivator with willpower far exceeding that of ordinary people, but last night, that willpower was completely burned away by the dragon's poison.

She remembered wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering some embarrassing things in his ear.

I remember his breath and hers mingling together, indistinguishable from each other.

Those memories surged up like a tidal wave, almost suffocating her.

She tied her sash, gathered her loose long hair behind her back, and then turned around.

Mu Tianmiao was still asleep.

He lay on the grass, his robe covering his chest, revealing one shoulder.

There was a clear tooth mark on it, from where she bit me last night.

His sleeping posture wasn't exactly graceful; the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he were having a smug dream.

Yun Qingyao looked at him, and her heart skipped a beat.

She stood there, hesitating for a full ten breaths.

Then she crept closer, placed her hands on the grass, and bent down.

Her long hair fell down, forming a black curtain on the side of Mu Tianmiao's face.

She pursed her lips, the slight redness and swelling from last night still lingering on them, her heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

She gently kissed his lips.

Extremely light and short, like a butterfly's wing brushing against a petal.

Then she suddenly sat up straight and took two steps back like a startled rabbit.

Her cheeks were even redder than before, and her neck had turned a deep crimson.

She didn't look at Mu Tianmiao again. She raised her hand and summoned the Qingfeng Sword. The sword light shone, and she flipped onto the blade, rushing into the morning mist without looking back.

The sword light flashed across the horizon and disappeared into the outline of the distant mountains.

The meadow returned to silence.

A few more breaths passed.

Mu Tianmiao opened her eyes.

He raised his hand and gently touched his lips with his fingertips, where a faint warmth still seemed to linger.

He stared in the direction where the sword light had disappeared, remained silent for a while, and then exhaled a long breath.

"That's for the best."

He sat up, his outer robe slipping off his chest to reveal his lean upper body.

There were several red scratches on my back, made by fingernails, which felt slightly cool in the morning breeze.

"To avoid embarrassment."

He repeated it to himself, as if trying to convince himself.

Then he stretched, his joints cracking, and bent down to wash his face in the river.

The cool river water splashed on my face, chasing away the last trace of drowsiness.

He rummaged through his storage bag and pulled out a clean robe to change into. Then he took out the inconspicuous gourd-shaped copper pot from his waist and weighed it in his hand.

The Demon Refining Pot was heavy, containing the entire corpse of a dragon.

That was a dragon about to transform into a dragon, its entire body a treasure. Its scales could be used to forge weapons, its tendons and bones could be used as medicine, and its core was priceless.

He originally only wanted to ruin that despicable scheme and cause trouble for his enemy on this trip to the secret realm, but he didn't expect to make a fortune in the end.

"One dragon corpse, and more materials in the Demon Refining Pot."

As Mu Tianmiao fastened her belt, she pondered her plans, feeling so good she wanted to whistle.

"And I even got the fairy's yin essence for free."

Forget it, I don't want to.

Overthinking can easily lead to problems.

He hung the Demon Refining Pot back on his waist, made a sword incantation, and a golden sword light emerged from beneath his feet.

A gentle morning breeze caressed his face, carrying the coolness of the river and the fragrance of grass and trees. He stood on the sword's edge for a moment, then looked down at the flattened grass.

Traces of where the two had lain the night before remained on the grass, and one of her outer robes lay there, a corner damp with morning dew.

Mu Tianmiao remained silent for a moment, then bent down to pick up the outer robe, folded it, and stuffed it into his Qiankun bag.

I'll return it to you next time we meet.

After he said that, he himself felt that his excuse was not very clever.

The sword light suddenly shone brightly and flew in the opposite direction from Yun Qingyao.

Chapter Three: Yin-Yang Harmony Technique

The sword light moved smoothly through the clouds, and the morning light dyed the sea of ​​clouds into a golden ocean.

Mu Tianmiao stood on the sword with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind. He was neither in a good nor a bad mood, but rather the kind of emptiness that comes with great success.

He thought about it and decided to take a look at the system.

With a thought, a semi-transparent light screen unfolded before my eyes.

[Cultivation MOD System]

At the top of the interface is a line of large, gilded characters, below which are several loaded mods, each accompanied by a brief description.

【Dual Cultivation Increases Cultivation A Hundredfold】-Dual cultivation is the right path; yin cannot produce life, and yang cannot grow.

【All Things Refining Demon Pot】-Store and refine demons, with endless uses.

[Enviable Romantic Luck] - Female cultivators are increasingly fond of you; it's an unseen attraction, you know what I mean.

【Born to Die】- After death, you will be reborn by sacrificing half a level of cultivation, and your six-dimensional defense will be permanently increased.

His gaze lingered on the "Peach Blossom Luck" mod for a moment before shifting away expressionlessly.

He couldn't quite remember when this thing was loaded, but ever since he bound himself to this system, he'd been surrounded by inexplicable romantic entanglements.

Sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes it's troublesome, and more often than not it's sweet at first but troublesome later.

Scroll down the screen, and you'll see a striking red text in the taskbar.

【Mission: Shatter Qin Shou's conspiracy】- Status: Completed.

Reward: One chance to draw a MOD (to be claimed).

Qin Shou is the same lowlife junior brother who set a trap for his senior sister last night.

Mu Tianmiao overheard this guy's plan and originally just wanted to sabotage his plans while also getting some benefits, but unexpectedly the system casually assigned him the task.

He didn't even remember the name of the mission target; he only found out that the guy's name was Qin Shou after looking at the system interface.

"Beast?" Mu Tianmiao repeated the name and chuckled.

"That's a fitting name."

He reached out and tapped the "to be claimed" button on the light screen.