That night, the two engaged in a frenzy, almost insatiable.

Ye Tinglan had initially thought she was merely indulging him, and that she herself would feel nothing but pain, completely sacrificing her own comfort to fulfill her lover’s desire. However, when the moment arrived, she discovered that she, too, began to feel pleasure.

And it grew increasingly pleasurable…

Coupled with the psychological experience of being conquered and subdued, the sensation was truly indescribable. Compared to previous embraces, chaste affection, and the like, this was an entirely different concept.

The Saintess slowly became somewhat intoxicated. When he leaned down to kiss her neck, she even turned her head to seek a kiss, panting and whispering, “Xingzhou… Xingzhou…”

Lu Xingzhou: “…”

Initially, he had acted out of a bit of pique, but as things progressed, he found himself feeling some tenderness. He worried she might be uncomfortable, so he held back a bit, even secretly casting water-based spells. Yet, he discovered she actually seemed to enjoy it.

This gentleman seemed to have a slight… she seemed to prefer it this way.

A wave of relief washed over him, and he completely let go.

The Saintess’s whispers became incoherent, intermittent and jumbled. Her mind was in a daze, utterly bewildered.

She felt that she herself was now a small boat, tossing in a storm, wantonly driven into various shapes.

For instance, both her hands were pulled back by him, without any support…

There was a sense of humiliation, yet it was also very unique, as if she had surrendered all her subjective agency.

For a man, this sense of conquest seemed even more intense than usual.

Considering that this person was the foremost individual in the world, the Saintess of the strongest sect, his “doctoral advisor,” and his platonic ideal’s older sister… under such a cascade of buffs, Lu Xingzhou felt that if there were a mirror in front of him, he would likely see his own eyes reddened.

Beyond the psychological experience, this dual cultivation effect, though not comparable to true primordial yin, far surpassed previous lip-to-lip qi transmission. It was simply not on the same level.

Not long after activating the dual cultivation technique, he already felt a slight improvement in his recently achieved Third Grade cultivation.

With physical and mental pleasure, and cultivation advancement, it was no wonder that cultivation methods like Chanü Hehuan (Joyful Maiden) became so addictive. Who wouldn’t be addicted to this?

At least at this moment, Lu Xingzhou was deeply engrossed, utterly tireless.

When a phase concluded, the two rested, embracing from behind, and neither left the bed.

Ye Tinglan lay on her side, her eyes unfocused, gazing at the gauze canopy in front. She felt his embrace from behind, completely unaware of what she was thinking.

After quite a while, she unexpectedly said, “You… must not become addicted to dual cultivation. Although this matter doesn’t lead to messy turbid qi like evil essence-draining techniques, and is considered a righteous Daoist method of yin and yang advancement, it can inevitably weaken one’s will and lead to an over-reliance on such things. In the long run, it’s not good for cultivation.”

Lu Xingzhou couldn’t be bothered with her motherly lecture. He gently squeezed the full but not overflowing Tianyao peak with one hand.

Ye Tinglan grunted, “You, you…”

“But I want to dual cultivate tonight,” Lu Xingzhou whispered in her ear. “Will Shifu allow it?”

Though Ye Tinglan said no, how could she not savor the feeling from before? Her pretty face flushed, she almost dared not turn her head to look at him, and quietly replied, “Allow.”

That single word seemed to inject endless vitality into the man.

Just like that, while still on their sides, a new round of conquest began.

Ye Tinglan bit her finger, feeling she was insane. Earlier, she had been overflowing with maternal instincts, liking to care for him like a small puppy. How had she now come to appreciate his domineering side instead?

It was like the world turned upside down!

Upon closer thought, it seemed nothing had ever changed. All along, what she had wanted was just someone she could rely on.

Aside from his insufficient cultivation, everything about him was perfect. And even in cultivation, he was catching up rapidly.

Perhaps one day, she could announce to anyone, “Yes, I am his woman.”

Instead of being secretive and caught up in others’ speculations about whether she was keeping a younger man.

As if by telepathy, just as she was thinking this, his voice came from beside her ear, “Who are you?”

Ye Tinglan knew what he meant, feeling a little embarrassed, and deliberately said, “I am your Shifu.”

His movements intensified, and Ye Tinglan almost cried out. Then she heard him continue to ask, “My Shifu… what is her name?”

Ye Tinglan gasped, whispering in response, “It’s… it’s the Sect Master of Tianyao Xian Sect, Ye Tinglan.”

The sun was high in the sky.

Ye Tinglan carefully slipped out of the man’s embrace and got out of bed. She turned to look at the man, who was fast asleep from exhaustion, and pouted slightly, her face showing a hint of annoyed indignation.

This dead man, he was so tired, yet he was still insatiable, asking for five rounds.

His dual cultivation technique hadn’t yet reached the legendary level of boundless energy without fatigue; at the very least, his lower back was tired, and the longer it lasted, the more tired he became.

In the end, he still wanted more but couldn’t keep up, so he had to give up and honestly go to sleep, which was quite amusing.

But behind this behavior was a reflection of his endless affection for her, both for her as a person and for the psychological experience that her identity brought. The combination of these two made him so unstoppable.

Ye Tinglan wasn’t bothered that he liked her identity; these things couldn’t be viewed separately anyway.

However, this fellow always said some embarrassing things during the process. Ye Tinglan also knew that he had seen through her “inner demons,” and he was also angry, meting out punishment.

Even this style of play itself was a form of punishment from him.

The punishment was effective. The Saintess, who might not even be injured by an ultimate-grade attack, now felt pain walking. A short walk to the door felt impossibly long; she had never before thought her bedchamber was so large. Damn it.

But it seemed she had brought it upon herself. If she hadn’t wanted it too, he wouldn’t have been able to do it so many times.

Ye Tinglan indignantly held her hips and sat by the window, taking out the damaged Dragon Subduing Armor, attempting to repair it.

The Tianyao Saintess had many skills; she was proficient in refining artifacts and weaving.

Although the weaving method for the Dragon Subduing Armor had been lost, repairing it was not a problem.

Her young man was leaving, and no matter how strong she was, she couldn’t always watch over him. She could only give him close-fitting armor to make him a little safer.

On the bed, Lu Xingzhou groggily opened his eyes.

He saw the sunlight streaming onto the windowsill, and the beautiful woman diligently repairing the soft armor. The sunlight fell on her, emanating an aura of intellectual and gentle beauty.

Although she wasn’t using needle and thread, it still gave him a feeling akin to “a mother’s thread for a son on his departure, fearing his late return.”

Lu Xingzhou watched, lost in thought.

As if sensing his gaze, Ye Tinglan looked up.

Their eyes met, and both remembered the madness of last night, their faces flushing slightly. Ye Tinglan turned her head away: “It’s almost ready. Go eat breakfast yourself.”

Lu Xingzhou put on his clothes, got out of bed, and sat beside her: “Madam.”

Ye Tinglan’s hand trembled, then she acted as if nothing happened: “Mm.”

“If you don’t return to Daqian, how do you handle the long-term absence of the national preceptor?”

“The sect has elders who act as national preceptor. In fact, ordinarily, the national preceptor doesn’t have much real power; they’re only responsible for tasks like the Imperial Astronomy Bureau, observing qi, gazing at stars, revealing good or bad fortune. The sect elders can easily handle these. I used to be stationed in the capital for a long time to keep Gu Zhanting in check. As long as I was there, he had to be somewhat wary of his actions, at least not daring to do anything openly.”

“But now you’re not there.”

“I’m not physically present, but I have a proxy, which is much the same. As long as Gu Zhanting’s recent dark schemes haven’t succeeded, and I, Ye Tinglan, remain perfectly intact and standing at the peak of Daqian, he won’t dare to act rashly.” Ye Tinglan paused here, understanding Lu Xingzhou’s meaning. “Are you returning to the capital?”

“Yes, first I need to get a qualified trial report from my mentor.”

Ye Tinglan almost laughed out loud at his words. Her beautiful eyes twinkled, then took on a seductive quality: “How do you want me to write it? Should I write that I was very satisfied with your service last night?”

Lu Xingzhou said solemnly, “If that is also Shifu’s task, then it should naturally be written.”

“Pah!” Ye Tinglan spat. “Who served whom last night, you know in your heart.”