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On the forehead of Meng Shuying's Nascent Soul, there was an identical mark.

Perhaps because her cultivation had been restored and was even greater than before, Su Luowei felt a burst of joy and a playful urge. She manipulated her own Nascent Soul in her spiritual sea to wobble over to Meng Shuying's Nascent Soul, embracing it and giving it a fierce kiss.

The tiny figure sitting on the lotus throne trembled all over, causing the real Meng Shuying to shiver as well.

The pleasure from the soul's touch was a hundred times greater than physical intimacy.

Not only did Meng Shuying feel this, but the instigator, Su Luowei, also felt an intense pleasure surge through her as the two Nascent Souls touched. It was as if a brilliant firework exploded in her spiritual sea, spreading blossoms of light everywhere in a dreamlike scene.

After the trembling passed, Meng Shuying's Nascent Soul quickly fled back to her spiritual sea.

Su Luowei suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze bright and fiery as she stared at Meng Shuying.

"Ah Ying, I think I've condensed my Nascent Soul. The technique you taught me is incredible."

As soon as she spoke, she noticed that Meng Shuying didn't seem to be in a good state. Her breath was uneven, and her face was slightly pale.

Su Luowei didn't need any explanation to understand the situation. While dual cultivation could be beneficial for strengthening one's cultivation, she had never heard of someone who could jump from having no spiritual energy at all to forming a Nascent Soul in just one session.

Nothing comes for free, and this sudden surge in cultivation was because Meng Shuying had transferred some of her own cultivation to Su Luowei through a secret technique.

Su Luowei's mood plummeted. Her heart felt heavy, and she didn't know what to say.

It was Meng Shuying who ended up comforting her instead.

"I'm fine, Senior Sister," Meng Shuying said softly, rubbing Su Luowei's back. Her touch was soothing, with no hint of ulterior motive. "You were willing to give up your life for me. I'm only losing a bit of cultivation; it's nothing."

To Meng Shuying, losing some cultivation was nothing compared to the agony of watching Su Luowei die in her arms. If it came down to choosing between her own life and Su Luowei's, she wouldn't hesitate to end her own life.

Besides, she hadn't lost all her cultivation, only half of it.

She had originally been at the peak of the Minor Ascension stage, and even with half her cultivation gone, she remained within that stage.

However, the more severe issue was that with her cultivation lost, the poison within her would grow stronger, requiring her to rely more on the special technique to keep it in check.

She would need to ask for Su Luowei's help more often in the future.

Though Meng Shuying tried to downplay it, Su Luowei knew that it wasn't as simple as just losing a bit of cultivation. The peach tree in her spiritual sea had grown entirely from the spiritual energy that Meng Shuying had given her. The single fruit that had formed was enough to allow her to condense a Nascent Soul. If her cultivation level had been higher, Meng Shuying's spiritual energy might have pushed her directly to the Minor Ascension stage.

If others knew about this, they would be green with envy. Cultivation was arduous, and those who could reach the Minor Ascension stage were rare. In the entire cultivation world, Minor Ascension cultivators could be counted on one hand.

The technique was something Meng Shuying had taught her, so she must have known what would happen when Su Luowei used it, yet she hadn't hesitated.

Tears welled up in Su Luowei's eyes, overwhelmed by emotion. She wanted to do something to repay Meng Shuying for her sacrifice.

Taking a deep breath to calm her emotions, Su Luowei managed to hold back her tears and asked, "You once mentioned that some dual cultivation methods can stabilize one's cultivation. Is that true?"

Meng Shuying smiled softly. "Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to you about such things?"

After a moment of silence, Su Luowei suddenly flipped them over, pressing Meng Shuying down as she gently kissed her. As their lips and tongues entwined, Meng Shuying heard her ask, "The technique you just taught me, it wasn't the true dual cultivation method, was it? Real dual cultivation should involve the merging of Nascent Souls, the union of our souls, right?"

For a rare moment, Meng Shuying looked shocked. She quickly grabbed Su Luowei's hands as they reached for her belt, her voice tinged with panic as she pleaded, "Senior Sister, I'm not in the best state right now. Can we do this another time?"

"No," Su Luowei said, playfully winking as she nibbled at Meng Shuying's neckline. "When you were in control earlier, I thought that if my cultivation were restored, I wouldn't let you have your way so easily."

She paused, then added with a hint of humor, "I never expected my cultivation to recover so quickly. Ah Ying, don't you think this must be fate?"

Meng Shuying's face showed a rare hint of unease. "Senior Sister, you can't repay kindness with revenge."

"How can this be repaying kindness with revenge? It's just settling accounts afterward." Su Luowei's face lit up with a mischievous smile. "Back in Kunlun's cold palace, you were making such a racket that I couldn't sleep even with a door between us. Now, are you saying you're not up for it?"

"I'm not saying that, just that I'm a bit tired," Meng Shuying mumbled, grasping at any excuse she could.

She hesitated, seeing that Su Luowei wasn't letting her off the hook, and added, "Besides, I think you sound better than I do."

Su Luowei paid no heed to her excuses. After forming her Nascent Soul, she felt like she was brimming with energy, with no outlet for it.

Her mindset had completely shifted. When it came to intimate matters, the one in control often felt less shame, and many of the things that Meng Shuying had done that Su Luowei had found embarrassing now seemed exciting.

The room was dimly lit, just enough to highlight Meng Shuying's sharp jawline and slender neck.

Unlike Meng Shuying's strong and silent approach, Su Luowei was not only active but also quite talkative.

When she emerged from beneath Meng Shuying's robe, Su Luowei would kiss away her tears, whispering in her ear, "Ah Ying, you taste so sweet."

When her palm felt wet, she would say, "Ah Ying, why are you crying again? You really are made of water."

When Meng Shuying was truly teary-eyed, Su Luowei would say, "Relax a bit. I can't even move."

Completely different from her earlier teary-eyed self, Su Luowei, once she let go of her burdens, became uninhibited, her words effortlessly seductive.

Meng Shuying was like a ripe peach, squeezed dry by Su Luowei's ministrations. The dual cultivation technique that she had been holding back was eventually coaxed out of her.

True dual cultivation was done through the Nascent Souls, with their spiritual energies intertwining and souls merging. With Meng Shuying's tacit consent, Su Luowei's Nascent Soul entered her spiritual sea.

Unlike Su Luowei's spiritual sea, Meng Shuying's was an empty void of darkness. Su Luowei searched for a long time before finally finding Meng Shuying's Nascent Soul in a corner of the void.

Her Nascent Soul appeared somewhat fragile, not as solid as Su Luowei's. Su Luowei felt a pang of sadness, and even her tiny Nascent Soul showed a hint of pity.

Once she found Meng Shuying's Nascent Soul, Su Luowei immediately activated the dual cultivation technique.

She had expected the merging of their souls to be like a gentle stream, flowing smoothly. But once the technique was activated, it was beyond her control.

The lotus throne beneath their Nascent Souls extended its branches, encasing the two tiny figures in layers of petals, creating a secluded, safe space where the Nascent Souls embraced, while their physical bodies outside were locked in an intimate dance.

Meng Shuying thought she was going to lose her mind. Although she had known that dual cultivation involved the Nascent Souls, she hadn't realized that it was used in this way.

The texts on dual cultivation techniques never went into such detail. They only contained incantations and perhaps a few diagrams.

She had never imagined that dual cultivation would involve using the most primal, sensitive part of their Nascent Souls to engage in the most intimate of acts.

Their Nascent Souls bore their likenesses, tiny versions of themselves. And as a symbol of a cultivator's true path, the Nascent Soul was a core part of their being. Even the slightest touch sent shivers through her.

This sensation was beyond words. Meng Shuying could only feel that amidst the chaos, she was giving something away, while Su Luowei returned something in kind.

It was the pure essence of her soul.

They were enveloped in overwhelming pleasure, far beyond their limits.

It was indescribable, unspeakably blissful. Logic and reason dissolved, leaving them wanting nothing more than to stay lost in this sensation forever.

When Su Luowei opened her eyes again, Meng Shuying was no longer in the room. She sat up and stretched, the quilt slipping off her body, revealing a faint red mark on her skin.

Her back ached, and her legs felt weak—these past few days had been intense. Fortunately, as cultivators, they had the stamina to go without food for days and still be full of energy. Otherwise, with the intensity of their activities, they might not have been able to get out of bed so easily.

After dual cultivation, they were supposed to meditate and consolidate their cultivation, but since it was their first time, they lost control and didn't even take time to absorb the essence in their spiritual seas. They only wanted to calm the restlessness in their bodies.

Temperance was easy to speak of but hard to practice.

She stepped barefoot onto the floor, intending to grab some clothes from the wardrobe. When she opened the cabinet, she was surprised to find it filled with various garments.

Her quarters had been empty for a hundred and eighty years, so how was there still so much clothing in her closet? The wardrobe was full of different patterns, and even the small clothes had several styles.

She randomly picked out a small garment, examining it. The fabric was of good quality, though the stitches were not as fine as the others. If she guessed correctly, these small clothes had been sewn by Meng Shuying herself.

Well… it's nice, but there's a bit too much fabric. It would be better if the bottom part was trimmed off.

Su Luowei dressed herself piece by piece, then stood before the mirror to tie up her hair, inserting the jade hairpin she used to wear in the past.

After tidying up, she still didn't see Meng Shuying return, so she decided to go find her. As soon as she opened the door, a familiar aroma wafted toward her—the scent of food.

If she guessed right, Meng Shuying was probably in the kitchen.

A smile crept onto Su Luowei's face. Almost two hundred years had passed, and she wondered if Meng Shuying's cooking skills had become rusty.

Before she could reach the kitchen, she saw the busy figure inside. Su Luowei deliberately took light steps, walking up behind her and wrapping her arms around Meng Shuying's waist, resting her head on her shoulder.

"What are you making? It smells so good."

The iron spoon in Meng Shuying's hand paused for a moment before she continued to stir the contents of the pot.

"I'm making porridge. It'll be ready soon."

The first meal Meng Shuying had ever made at Yanmofeng was porridge.

The faint aroma of the porridge stirred countless memories in Su Luowei's heart. She quietly hugged Meng Shuying for a while longer before suddenly asking, "I always forget to ask—how are the Sect Leader and Xie Hanzhu doing these days?"

Just as she finished speaking, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Meng Shuying, are you actually cooking? That's rare!"

The next moment, footsteps approached, and the person stopped at the kitchen door. After glancing inside, their voice instantly shot up an octave: "Meng Shuying, you bastard!"