“Dual, dual cultivation?”
Limuqun, kneeling on one knee, froze for a moment, clearly not understanding the meaning of these two words.
Dual cultivation? What dual cultivation?
Are you saying that my cultivation is too arduous, so I need to rest two days every week?
Would that cure my imbalance of Yin and Yang?
Limuqun tilted his head, his face full of confusion.
It wasn’t that he was pretending to be clueless—his ingrained impression of Luozhilan was still deeply rooted, so when these two words came from her mouth, not only did they not prompt him to think in a normal direction, but the more he thought about it, the further his thoughts strayed, growing increasingly baffled.
But soon, Limuqun no longer needed to wonder.
Because Luozhilan’s actions dispelled his doubts in the most direct and physical way possible.
With a graceful wave of her jade hand, a stream of spiritual energy shot out.
The spirit garment “Remnant Moon” that Limuqun was wearing suddenly seemed to receive a long-awaited command, transforming with a cheer into a thick, long black rope that bound him tightly, tying him up like a bundle.
Bound on the wooden bed like a zongzi, Limuqun tried to struggle, but the spirit garment “Remnant Moon”, now enhanced with Luozhilan’s spiritual power, was far sturdier than before.
For a moment, he could not break free at all, forced to lie there and watch as Luozhilan, her expression cold yet with an irrepressible joy flooding her delicate features, slowly approached.
A tremendous sense of fear slowly emerged from the depths of his heart.
“Mas-Master, what are you doing?”
“Don’t panic, let me check your body first.”
Check my body?
Is it really necessary to tie me up just to check my body!
Realizing something was wrong, Limuqun tried to object, but Luozhilan was already at his side.
With a light press of her jade foot, she gently sat atop the wooden bed.
Her hips, like millstones, pressed out an exaggeratedly full curve in Limuqun’s line of sight.
Uh…
His gaze was involuntarily drawn in, and all the retorts he had prepared in his mind were swallowed back down.
A body check is good, yes, a body check is necessary.
Master is a Golden Core cultivator, every word and action has her reasoning—Limuqun, how could a mere lesser cultivator like you question the methods of someone superior!
Scolding himself internally, Limuqun stopped struggling and obediently prepared to accept the check.
She reached out her hand, her slender jade fingers lightly drawing circles on Limuqun’s chest as she asked, “Disciple, how do you feel right now?”
How do I feel?
Limuqun’s gaze was nearly held hostage by that alluring curve, while the itch on his chest made him unbearably restless, waves of discomfort spreading throughout his entire body.
“Ugh, it—it feels awful,” he stammered out in reply.
At his side, Luozhilan’s lips curved slightly, though she pretended to remain serious as she continued to ask:
“What kind of discomfort? Do you feel an uncontrollable restlessness, as if there’s a bomb in your body that could explode at any moment, and your mind keeps running wild?”
“I—I can’t really say,” Limuqun, listening to Luozhilan’s solemn tone, dared not neglect her, hurriedly retracting his gaze and focusing on the strange sensations in his body as he answered, “It doesn’t seem as bad as you describe, Master. There is some heat, but it’s not quite like a bomb ready to go off.”
Such self-control, good disciple.
“But now, why don’t you try again?”
Her finger slid downward, gliding past Limuqun’s Dantian.
Suddenly, a fiery sensation erupted in his Dantian, scorching hot.
The burning sensation was so intense that, in an instant, it flooded Limuqun’s limbs and bones, making even his skin ache, his mind dizzy, and his breathing quicken.
And that little Emperor in charge of the Second Empire could no longer sit still in the surging heat—immediately standing at attention, glancing around as if searching for something to cool himself down.
The sensation grew stronger and stronger, more and more intense. Limuqun felt as though there really was a bomb in his Dantian, ticking away, ready to explode at any second.
“Ma—Master,” his voice suddenly grew hoarse and thick.
“I—I feel it now, it really does feel like a bomb, it’s unbearable, really unbearable.”
Of course, an entire month’s worth of Supplement Pills downed in one sitting, all that medicinal power piling up in your Dantian with no way to digest it.
Now that I’ve drawn it out, the vast Yang Yuan swelling in your meridians—how could you not feel uncomfortable?
Though inwardly she was complaining, Luozhilan’s face was all seriousness. With a furrowed brow and a worried tone, she said,
“Disciple, your Yin-Yang imbalance has reached such a dire state. If you don’t dual cultivate soon, I fear your body will truly explode!”
“Ah?!” Still tormented by the sensation, Limuqun’s mind was already on the verge of collapse; Luozhilan’s words nearly shattered his resolve.
“Master, please, teach me the art of dual cultivation and save my life!”
He could no longer care about what dual cultivation truly meant—all he wanted was to survive.
“No rush, no rush.” Inwardly, Luozhilan was already laughing with delight, but her words were still full of worry for him.
“However, this method of dual cultivation requires a woman whose innate Yin Yuan remains intact to cultivate with you.”
“I see you’re dedicated to the Dao and have always avoided worldly desires. Is there anyone suitable?”
What?
It requires a female cultivator with her innate Yin Yuan intact?
Even Limuqun, no matter how clueless, finally caught on.
So this is the kind of dual cultivation Luozhilan meant!
This, this, how could that be?
His entire cultivation was built on the Lesser Yang Dao—losing his Yang Yuan before reaching Golden Core was his greatest fear.
“Ma-Master, is there truly no other way?” With his Dao path at stake, his voice trembled as he asked.
“The Dao of Yin and Yang is one of the most complex in this world. For now, this is the only method I can think of.”
Luozhilan raised an eyebrow, then suddenly changed her tone: “Actually, we could also try cutting that thing of yours off. Who knows, it might help?”
The words hit Limuqun’s ears, making him shudder all over.
Forget it, forget it.
I’m already close to reaching complete Foundation Establishment, and my immortal foundation is growing ever stronger.
Surely, as long as I endure during dual cultivation, it shouldn’t have too great an impact!
The heat in his body surged ever higher.
Limuqun felt as though magma was being poured into his brain, forcing him to choose between risking his Dao path and imminent bodily explosion.
But even if he was willing—where could he find such a female cultivator?
Jiang Wan’er?
Impossible, impossible. She’s humiliated me so, how could I give her such leverage over me?
And she probably wouldn’t agree anyway!
Zuo Qiuli?
As a Main Soul and a fox, would her innate Yin Yuan even work for me?
And that encounter in the Sea of Consciousness—didn’t that already count as…
Luo Dan’er?
Get out, get out—who let that little brat get mixed into this?
Then who else could it be?
A few other candidates flashed through his Sea of Consciousness, but he rejected them all.
I can’t just pick someone at random…
Absolutely not, under no circumstances.
Truth be told, Limuqun was still something of a spiritual clean-freak.
So, what to do?
Seeing the anxious desperation in his eyes, Luozhilan knew it was time for her to step in.
“Disciple, if you really can’t find anyone suitable, I do have a recommendation.”
??!
Master, it really has to be you!
“Disciple thanks Master for your kindness. May I ask—who is this candidate you speak of?”
“Who else could it be?” Luozhilan smiled, her beautiful face lowering close to Limuqun’s.
“Of course, it’s me, your Master.”