“Shameless, utterly shameless…” Zhuxin cursed inwardly, her cheeks burning hot.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out everything around her, but that ambiguous aura seeped through every crack.
In contrast, Su Yingman remained perfectly calm and composed.
She lightly tapped her slightly flushed cheek with the Spirit Sword Pattern, her seductive eyes like silk, the coquettish pose utterly natural.
Qin Qingyue watched Su Yingman’s masterful teasing and thought to herself that perhaps the Hehuan Sect really did have their ways.
“Husband, I like you so much.” Su Yingman’s voice was sweet and syrupy, tinged with a captivating obsession.
The joy of being affectionate alone was not enough to cause obsession.
What truly ensnared the heart was the passionate response between partners, the intimacy of mingled breaths, the thrilling ambiguity when skin touched.
If the other party was like a withered tree or a stone, unmoved and indifferent, no matter how good the act, it would fall flat.
Su Yingman knew this well, so she eagerly played her part, offering the most enchanting gestures and responses.
“I like you, I really like you.”
“Husband, what do you want me to call you? Whatever you like, I’ll call you that. Husband, what do you like to hear?” “Could you bestow upon your woman….”
She continued to pour out sweet words, about to stoke the fire further, when her gaze happened to catch Qin Qingyue’s deep, quietly watching dragon eyes beside her.
Not good, better save these words for when there’s no dragon around.
Her thoughts shifted, and her eyes landed on the side where Zhuxin sat, burning with shame and fury.
A sly smile curled at the corner of Su Yingman’s mouth.
Silently, she shifted her body, obediently kneeling beside them, then lifted her watery eyes to look meaningfully at Zhuxin.
The unspoken message was clear: your turn.
Caught off guard, Zhuxin instantly became the center of attention, flustered and at a loss.
What’s this? Do I have to do this too?
The shame scorched her nerves like flames.
“Forget it, let’s begin Foundation Establishment.” Jiang Huai timely straightened up, breaking the delicate deadlock.
His movement coincidentally met Su Yingman’s gaze filled with deep resentment.
“Uh…”
Jiang Huai felt a bit awkward and reflexively reached out to ruffle Su Yingman’s hair, dryly complimenting, “You look really good today.”
The pale praise was an attempt to cover the awkwardness.
Su Yingman sighed softly, her eyes quiet and somewhat resentful, but she did not pursue it further.
Qin Qingyue glanced at Zhuxin with interest, her dragon eyes gleaming with a playful anticipation.
Zhuxin felt as if she were being roasted alive.
Taking a deep breath as if summoning every ounce of courage in her lifetime, she slowly bent her knees and knelt.
Facing the male aura she had never been this close to in a hundred years, her delicate body trembled slightly, like a leaf drifting in an autumn breeze.
“No need to force it,” Jiang Huai’s gentle voice entered her ears clearly.
“I know you don’t like me yet.”
He paused, his tone filled with an odd certainty and respect.
“I will make you like me in time, but not now.” “So for now, really, don’t force yourself.”
He was no paragon of virtue; with Yin and Yang energies naturally at play, he wouldn’t let anything slide, nor would Qin Qingyue allow it.
But since she was already his woman, he was willing to give her time, not pressure.
If she truly didn’t want to, Jiang Huai would not force her.
“Husband, she’s not trembling because she’s resisting, you know.” Su Yingman’s words pierced the moment with a clear, tinkling laugh.
Zhuxin parted her lips slightly, her breath suddenly becoming rapid and heavy.
It was as if she had made a firm resolution, no longer hesitating, inching forward while kneeling.
“No, I will do what I must.”
“Please, husband, look after my daughter more in the future.”
At last, at this moment, she had called Jiang Huai “husband.”
Jiang Huai lowered his head, looking at the proud sect leader now so subdued, his heart stirred.
He reached out and gently stroked her hair.
“Rest assured, I’m no paragon of virtue, but I am a responsible man.”
The warm and pure Profound Yin Qi flowed like moonlit streams, gentle and endless, rushing into Jiang Huai’s meridians.
Su Yingman actively coordinated with Jiang Huai’s Qi flow, carefully adjusting the output strength and rhythm, striving to provide the perfect support.
Zhuxin also emitted a muffled grunt as the violent Yuanyangzhenhuo inside her was forcibly drawn out.
That power was fierce and raging, far less obedient than Su Yingman’s Profound Yin Qi.
“Calm your mind, restrain it, guide it, don’t resist,” Qin Qingyue’s cold voice rang out sharply, like a steadying anchor.
Her words were like a spell of composure.
Zhuxin suddenly recalled the purpose of this journey.
Foundation Establishment! She could not afford failure.
She bit her teeth, suppressing and taming the violent Yuanyang, making it relatively docile.
Then, painstakingly and meticulously following Jiang Huai’s guidance, she channeled the power into his meridians.
One Yin, one Yang—two powerful but fundamentally different energies surged into Jiang Huai’s body once again.
The freezing Profound Yin Qi and the blazing, violent Yuanyangzhenhuo intertwined and collided within his meridians, bringing agonizing, tearing pain.
Jiang Huai’s breathing grew heavy, veins bulging at his temples.
His body felt as if it was about to be torn apart by these two extremes.
They said Yin Yang Constitution required both Yin and Yang energies—but no one said it would hurt this much.
Recalling when he had condensed the Innate Qi earlier, he had also been tormented by misfortune, close to death.
Jiang Huai fought to suppress the pain, forcing these two forces to coexist.
Under his strong will and the harmonization of Yin and Yang origins, although still opposing in nature, the two forces no longer clashed chaotically.
They were forcibly guided onto a specific trajectory, revolving around the chaotic core deep within Jiang Huai’s Dantian.
A faint, misty Qi flow, containing the breath of creation and destruction, began to be born through the collisions.
More and more strands formed, gradually converging and building a vague, constantly rotating base outline.
The prototype of the Chaos Dao Platform was painfully taking shape amid the mingling of pain and power.
On the Lotus Platform.
Su Yingman was like a blooming orchid, blending coolness and charm, actively matching, fully utilizing her Profound Yin Qi body.
In contrast, Zhuxin was like a tightly drawn bowstring, her body tense, her heroic face flushed with shame and fine beads of sweat.
Guiding.
She closed her eyes tightly, long lashes trembling violently, unusually docile as she cooperated.
Rigid yet striving, she completed each Yin and Yang, active and submissive, seductive and resolute.
The stark contrast formed a strong visual and spiritual impact amid the glowing spiritual light and drifting mist of Foundation Establishment.
Jiang Huai was like the eye of the storm, enduring the tremendous energy onslaught, guiding Yin and Yang toward their final chaotic unity.
On the Lotus Platform, Jiang Huai slowly opened his eyes.
Black and white flashed in his pupils like a Yin-Yang fish biting its own tail, returning to chaos.
An aura far more powerful, refined, and substantial than Qi Refining Ninth Layer naturally radiated forth.
Foundation Establishment achieved!
It was no ordinary Foundation Establishment.
Within his Dantian Qi Sea, the vortex where spiritual power had once gathered had vanished completely.
In its place was a slowly rotating, ethereal and solid, strange Dao platform.
This platform was neither golden nor jade.
It bore a chaotic grayish hue.
Neither metal nor jade, neither stone nor wood, it seemed formed from the most primordial chaotic airflow.
Mysterious patterns flowed faintly on its surface, sometimes differentiating Yin and Yang, sometimes merging into chaos.
It radiated an ancient aura that encompassed all things and yet transcended them.
This was the supreme foundation forged by a Yin Yang Constitution’s Foundation Establishment.
Its potential was far deeper and stronger than the Purple Mansion Foundation of the same rank.
Jiang Huai felt the endless surging, purified Yin Yang spiritual power multiplied several times over within his body.
An unprecedented sense of power and control rose naturally.
The immense energy and mental strain of the breakthrough surged like a tide, overwhelming him with fatigue.
His mind relaxed, and he collapsed softly onto Zhuxin’s tender body.
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