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

Should we give that womanizer some trouble?

So she had a bad idea.

She lowered her head, feigning a hesitant and pitiful expression, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice, as if she had mustered immense courage to say it.

"Master... there's something I've never dared to tell you."

"The man I had physical intimacy with in the secret realm was from the Immortal Shadow Sect."

Mu Kongyun was stunned.

The room was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing. The candlelight in the corner flickered, casting an intermittent glow on Mu Kongyun's face.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back down.

After a long silence, a roar came from the quiet room, shaking the window frames.

"what!!!"

As Mu Tianmiao walked along the mountain path, her nose suddenly itched, and she sneezed.

He rubbed the tip of his nose and muttered something.

"Who's talking about me..."

He didn't pay much attention and turned to walk towards the weapon-refining pavilion.

The welcoming ceremony is the day after tomorrow, and the entire sect is making preparations in full swing. The mountain path is full of disciples moving tables and chairs to set up the venue, but he was called away by Lin Yanluo to continue his body training.

Lin Yanluo's original words were:

"What does the welcoming ceremony have to do with you? You're not a new disciple, you can't stop practicing your body training for even a day, get over here right now."

When he arrived at the backyard of the weapon-refining pavilion, Lin Yanluo was already standing next to the familiar bronze medicine pot, holding the two-meter-long Sky-Piercing Hammer in her hand.

The medicinal liquid in the pot was bubbling and releasing dark green bubbles, and a pungent herbal smell filled the air.

Seeing him arrive, Lin Yanluo slammed the hammer on the ground, creating a shallow crater, and beckoned to him with her finger, still sporting that typical little devilish face.

"You've been dawdling for ages, I've been waiting for you."

Mu Tianmiao skillfully took off her outer robe, leaving only a pair of close-fitting shorts, and turned over to sit in the bronze medicine pot.

The dark green liquid reached his chest, the temperature just right, neither too hot nor too cold. He leaned against the pot, waiting for Lin Yanluo to throw in those strange and peculiar poisonous insects and monster materials.

As usual, Lin Yanluo circled the medicine pot, threw in a few herbs he didn't recognize, poured in a small bottle of dark red demon blood, and then clapped her hands.

Just as Mu Tianmiao was about to ask her why she was being so gentle today, she suddenly felt a dizzying drowsiness seep into her skin from the medicine and rush straight to her head.

His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and he vaguely heard Lin Yanluo say something...

"We'll try a different prescription today. You should take a nap first..."

And then I knew nothing more.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a soft bed, covered with a thin blanket, and the sky outside the window had already darkened.

He had been to the rest room behind the weapon-refining pavilion a few times and recognized the room...

It was Lin Yanluo's own small cubicle for her afternoon nap. On the table were a half-finished cup of spiritual tea and a few unfinished pastries.

He propped himself up, rubbed his head, and thought dizzily: Is the body tempering over? Why was it so easy this time?

Mu Tianmiao vaguely felt something soft and warm against her side under the blanket, with a faint scent of a sachet.

He lifted a corner of the blanket and peeked inside, then gasped sharply, almost rolling off the bed.

Lin Yanluo was curled up in the quilt, completely naked. Her petite body, about 1.4 meters tall, was tucked up beside him, and her fair skin still had the light pink residue from the medicine pot.

She looked up at him, her lips curled up high, still with that typical sissy expression, but her ears were so red they were almost bleeding.

"Today I'm going to give you my Yin Essence from the Nascent Soul stage, you little nobody. How about it, are you moved?"

Her voice was deliberately arrogant, but the end of her tone trembled slightly, clearly indicating that she was not as at ease as she appeared on the surface.

Mu Tianmiao swallowed hard, his gaze uncontrollably sweeping over her again and again.

This is too much torture... This Elder Lin, who is the size of a child, the short guy who usually rides on his neck and swings his legs, is now a Nascent Soul stage body cultivator who wields a two-meter-long giant hammer and smashes half a mountain...

He's lying naked in his bed right now, saying he wants to offer himself to her!

His rational mind was frantically sounding alarm bells, but his body clearly had a completely different opinion!

"Actually, it's not your fault..." he said in a dry, polite way.

Lin Yanluo raised an eyebrow and made as if she was about to throw off the covers and leave.

"Oh? Then I'll be going. But to tell you the truth, I'm about to advance to the Nascent Soul stage in the next few days. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to stop me then~"

"You haven't even consumed the Yin essence of the Nascent Soul stage yet, so forget about the Divine Transformation stage."

"This is your only chance. You'd better decide what to do."

After she finished speaking, she shrank back under the covers, only revealing her bright eyes as she looked at him. Her eyes held a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, as well as a hint of affection that only she knew she had kept hidden for a long time.

What could Mu Tianmiao say in this situation?

His blood rushed to his head, and he grabbed the corner of the blanket, pulled it aside, and rolled over to pin Lin Yanluo's small body beneath him.

Lin Yanluo was startled by his sudden initiative and let out a sweet, coquettish cry.

Her voice was soft and sweet, a stark contrast to her usual style of wielding a hammer and scolding nobody.

Then the bed began to creak rhythmically.

"Hey~ you little rascal~ so~ impatient~"

Lin Yanluo's voice came out muffledly from under the covers, but before she could finish speaking, it was interrupted by intermittent groans.

Chapter 74 Wasn't it awesome, you little fry?

The moment the ** broke through Shanhaiguan Pass, a surge of pure, breathtaking Yin energy erupted from Lin Yanluo's body.

It poured into Mu Tianmiao's dantian like a flood bursting its banks.

The Yin energy of a ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivator was incredibly vast. That power surged and churned within their meridians, rapidly refined by the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique, and transformed into pure spiritual energy that nourished the two of them.

Mu Tianmiao's cultivation level, which had been declining for a long time, began to rise rapidly: mid-stage Golden Core, late-stage Golden Core, and perfect Golden Core!

They broke through all the barriers and were heading straight for the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage.

Lin Yanluo shuddered violently, her toes curling up.

She had lived for fifty years and this was the first time she had ever known what true dual cultivation felt like!

Compared to the broken toy she made herself and hid in the secret compartment of the room, it was like heaven and earth!

The spiritual power of the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique flowed through her meridians, and every acupoint that was swept resonated with joy. It was a feeling she had never experienced before!

She wrapped her arms around Mu Tianmiao's neck, making happy cooing noises all the time, completely forgetting that she was the weapon-refining elder who swung a two-meter-long hammer and smashed half a mountain!

"You little punk~ Ha~ You're actually pretty good... Ah, I can't take it~ What is this feeling~"

Lin Yanluo felt herself being lifted off the bed by a pair of strong arms, and then spun around in mid-air.

Then her back pressed against the cold wall. Before she could protest, Mu Tianmiao pressed down on her, pinning her firmly against the wall, and continued their dual cultivation of Yin-Yang Harmony Technique.

Her body, being a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, could withstand this level of assault, but the feeling of being frantically exploited like a dual cultivation vessel left her mind blank.

Spiritual energy surged through their bodies like a tide. Lin Yanluo was so badly injured that she couldn't even utter a complete curse. She could only make intermittent sounds that she herself found embarrassing.

After an unknown amount of time, she slumped limply against Mu Tianmiao's shoulder, looking like a cream puff filled with cream, exuding a sense of complete satisfaction from the inside out.

Lin Yanluo's physical strength is far superior to that of a pure magic cultivator like Tang Ruoyin.

A body cultivator at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage possesses a physical body so strong that it can withstand heavenly lightning. Even after being pinned against the wall and used as a dual cultivation vessel by Mu Tianmiao for so long, her consciousness remains perfectly clear.

She took a few breaths, then raised her head, her small face flushed with satisfaction, her lips upturned, reverting to her typical effeminate demeanor.

"You little minnows, how's it going? Enjoying it?"

Mu Tianmiao, teased, could only return her a resentful look.

"That was so awesome..."

Seeing his expression, Lin Yanluo became even more agitated, poking his chest with her finger and speaking in an increasingly arrogant tone.

"As expected, a small fry is just a small fry. Weren't they quite fierce when they pounced on us? Why are they so listless now? Hmm?"

She tilted her head, her eyes crinkling into crescents with a smile, but each word she uttered sent blood pressure soaring.

"But you little fry are actually quite cute when you move, like a monkey in spring, or a little dog, and the expression on your face when you push hard...tsk tsk tsk~"

Mu Tianmiao couldn't possibly tolerate this.

He scooped Lin Yanluo off his shoulder and threw her back onto the bed. Amidst her sweet laughter, he pounced on her again, transforming once more into the "springtime male dog" that Lin Yanluo had described.

The large bed creaked under the weight, accompanied by Lin Yanluo's intermittent laughter.

Li Xizhao sat in the bedroom, holding a teacup, but didn't drink a drop.

She recalled the scene when Lin Yanluo came to find her yesterday...

The short man, unusually, didn't carry her two-meter-long Sky Hammer. He stood in front of her hesitantly for a while before saying something straightforward.

"Li Xizhao, I want to give Yin Yuan to the miscellaneous fish."

At that moment, Li Xizhao spat out a mouthful of tea.

The spirit tea drew a graceful arc in the air and was precisely poured onto the poor spirit plant in front of it.

She coughed and glared at Lin Yanluo, but the short man glared back at her defiantly.

It's only natural that she used her own Yin essence to replenish Mu Tianmiao's cultivation level after he lost it in the secret realm.

Li Xizhao wanted to smash the teacup right then and there!

What kind of magic does this kid have? It's one thing for Tang Ruoyin to be eager to be slept with, after all, that woman is a fake virtuous woman with a wanton nature!

But Lin Yanluo was a peerless genius at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage whom she had watched grow up, so why was she so eager to climb into that boy's bed?

The more she thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed; she almost cracked the teacup in her hand from squeezing it so hard.

Li Xizhao slammed the teacup down on the table with such force that tea splashed out.

She leaned back in her chair, rubbed her temples, and spoke with a tone full of confusion and helplessness.

"What's so great about that kid? You're all rushing to his arms."

"Tang Ruoyin is like this, and so are you. What kind of bewitching potion has he given you?"

Lin Yanlu tilted her head and thought for a moment, unusually putting away her girlish expression, and seriously considered the matter.

Then she scratched her head, her frank tone leaving Li Xizhao speechless.

"I don't know, I can't explain it. Maybe it's because he's afraid I'll scold him, and he always looks miserable when I call him a nobody, but he still goes to several shops in the market to buy me sachets?"

"Could it be because he was so much weaker than me, yet he dared to stand alone in front of everyone in the secret realm?"

"I don't know, I can't explain it... Maybe this is what Tang Ruoyin meant by 'like'?"

Before Li Xizhao could process what Lin Yanluo had said, she suddenly changed the subject, and that smug little devil smile reappeared on her face.

She leaned closer to Li Xizhao, lowering her voice as if she were sharing some earth-shattering secret.

"Speaking of which, Tang Ruoyin told me something... She said you like that guy too, is that true?"

"A dignified Nascent Soul stage sect master likes the disciple he raised himself, tsk tsk tsk."

Li Xizhao choked on the tea and coughed violently several times, his face turning red from coughing.

Seeing her reaction, Lin Yanluo laughed even more wildly, put her hands behind her back, shook her head triumphantly, and turned to walk out of the hall.

As he reached the door, he didn't forget to turn back and deliver a final blow:

"Then I'm sorry, Tang Ruoyin and I will try it for you first."

"When you finally see the light, remember to line up, Sect Master!"

Li Xizhao was abruptly pulled from her memories, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She threw the teacup in her hand away.

A white porcelain teacup shattered on the floor, shards of porcelain scattering everywhere, and tea soaked the carpet.

She glared at the puddle of tea through gritted teeth and muttered to herself.

"Damn it... I won't fall for that! I won't give that brat a chance to succeed! If you like it, go ahead and eat!"