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The room was dimly lit, the scent of burning incense filling the air with a heady aroma. Shen Tian stepped inside, his sharp eyes adjusting instantly to the darkness.

Sister Mei lay sprawled across a silk-covered chaise, her robe loose around her shoulders, revealing the pale curve of her collarbone. Her gaze lifted lazily at his intrusion, but instead of fear, there was amusement.

"You certainly don't waste time," she murmured, tilting her head. "Did Elder Liu send you?"

Shen Tian smirked, stepping closer. "I don't need anyone to send me."

She arched a brow, but there was a flicker of interest in her gaze now. Shen Tian could feel it—the subtle shift in her aura, the rise in her Yin energy. His divine awareness had never been this sharp before, and now he could see it. The way her body pulsed with untapped power, waiting to be devoured.

A notification echoed in his mind.

[Ding! Initiating Dual Cultivation Sequence…]

His breath slowed. Every inch of his body felt alive, attuned to the moment.

Sister Mei smirked, standing gracefully from her seat. Her robe slipped slightly, revealing more of her smooth, flawless skin. She stepped closer, trailing a single finger down his chest, feeling the raw energy coursing beneath his skin.

"You seem… different," she mused, lips curling at the edges. "More dangerous."

Shen Tian grabbed her wrist, his grip firm yet controlled. "Then you should be careful."

Her smirk widened. "Or what?"

He didn't answer. He acted.

His free hand reached for the knot of her robe, pulling it apart in one swift motion. The silk pooled at her feet, baring her to the cool night air. Her breath hitched, but she didn't resist. If anything, her eyes darkened, her body already reacting to his presence.

Shen Tian took a step forward, forcing her back against the wall. His fingers traced along her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin, the soft tremble beneath his touch.

A sharp exhale left her lips. "Impatient, aren't we?"

He wasn't in the mood for games. This was more than just pleasure—it was cultivation, power, survival. He leaned in, his lips grazing the curve of her neck as his fingers tightened on her hips.

Yin and Yang.

The balance of power.

As their bodies intertwined, Shen Tian felt the surge begin. His cultivation base trembled, the foundation shifting, growing. His divine awareness expanded, reaching new depths, sensing things beyond mortal perception.

And deep within his core, something awakened.