Obviously, Jiang Huai hadn’t instantly seen through the deepest, most hidden shame in Tang Zhaoxue’s heart.
But since ascending to Foundation Establishment and forging the Chaos Dao Platform, he had developed an extraordinary sensitivity to the flow and balance of Yin Qi and Yang Qi.
“You… you actually know?” Tang Zhaoxue’s face burned red, her whole being swallowed by overwhelming shame.
Jiang Huai hesitated briefly, then based on his own perception, spoke slowly:
“That’s right, Sect Master. The Yin Qi within you appears exceptionally weak, causing a severe imbalance between Yin and Yang Qi.”
“It’s not about the overall strength of your cultivation, but a fundamental weakness in your Yin Qi—extremely weak, and unusually so.”
These words were like a bucket of ice water thrown on her, instantly quelling part of Tang Zhaoxue’s anger but igniting an even fiercer wave of shame.
He could really sense it?! How could a Foundation Establishment practitioner possibly see through her hidden ailment at the Core Formation Stage?!
The flush on Tang Zhaoxue’s face spread swiftly to her ears and neck.
She instinctively pressed her legs tightly together, as if trying to hide herself.
As a Da Zongzhu, she ruled the Jade Bracelet Realm, revered by millions, her prestige unparalleled.
But who would have known, beneath that noble and powerful exterior, she was born with a barren Yin region—a defective woman unable to partake in intimacy.
In a world where female bodies and reproductive abilities were almost obsessively venerated, this was a shame more unbearable than death.
If anyone outside were to find out…
At this moment, her greatest wound had been bluntly exposed by an outsider—a man whose cultivation was far below hers.
The overwhelming shame made her tremble slightly, and for a moment she forgot all about the dignity of a Sect Master, wanting nothing more than to vanish on the spot.
Suddenly, she took a step forward, nearly crashing into Jiang Huai’s chest, trying to overwhelm him with her aura.
She wanted to use her powerful cultivation to cover up her weakness as a woman.
“You… how did you see it?”
Her thin gauze robe clung to her with the movement, vaguely outlining the full curves beneath. Her fair skin glowed with a flushed pink from embarrassment and anger.
“A mere Foundation Establishment? You can see through my problem?”
The space between them was so close it felt intimate, charged with tension yet mixed with a strange allure.
Tang Zhaoxue’s heart struggled violently, driven by a morbid curiosity.
Since he could see it, then maybe…
She stretched out a slender finger, her fingertip almost touching Jiang Huai’s chest, slowly sliding down along the fabric’s texture. Her movements were bold and laden with provocation.
“Since you already know, shouldn’t I keep you here to seal your lips properly?” Tang Zhaoxue teased, trying to draw him out.
If he didn’t like this, then she’d force him to compromise.
Her delicate finger pressed further, nearing a heated spot.
Jiang Huai abruptly took a step back, his tone resolute:
“Sect Master, please show some respect! I have a wife!”
Tang Zhaoxue smiled lightly, not taking his words seriously.
His wife? Just another Foundation Establishment practitioner?
It didn’t matter to her.
Jiang Huai hurriedly added:
“Perhaps… I can try to help you adjust this Yin-Yang imbalance.”
At these words, Tang Zhaoxue’s actions froze instantly.
She lifted her head abruptly, a wave of ecstatic joy flooding her heart.
Yet her long-cultivated composure forced her to suppress all emotion, maintaining a proud and skeptical facade—though the slight raise of her brow betrayed her inner stirrings.
Her red lips parted, voice filled with appraisal and a barely noticeable hope:
“Just you? A Foundation Establishment?”
“I really can try,” Jiang Huai said seriously, then put forward conditions.
“But I have two requests: first, you must not touch me during this. Second, I will not touch you either. This is strictly for treatment.”
Tang Zhaoxue stared at him for a long time, as if weighing the truth of his words.
Finally, a complicated gleam flickered in her eyes as she said coldly:
“Fine, I agree. But if you dare to toy with me…”
The rest was left unsaid, but a chilling murderous intent spread through the air.
This was her vulnerable spot; she wouldn’t allow anyone to mock her.
At heart, she still held her pride, unconvinced Jiang Huai could truly help her.
A mere man, a mere Foundation Establishment practitioner.
Jiang Huai took a deep breath and said, “Sorry for the offense.”
“Sit over there,” he gestured toward a spacious chair not far away.
Tang Zhaoxue turned, swaying her half-concealed hips, and obediently took the seat.
Her legs naturally crossed, and she asked,
“And then?”
Her heart was filled with disbelief, yet also a thread of desperate hope.
Jiang Huai stepped in front of her, inhaled deeply, and said again,
“Sorry for the offense.”
His palm hovered just above Tang Zhaoxue’s lower abdomen, at the Qi Sea.
The place beneath his hand was warm, soft, and supple; the thin fabric made the fullness and delicate texture beneath all the more perceptible.
Jiang Huai focused his mind, activating the Chaos Dao Platform within his Dan Tian, releasing a thread of pure Innate Primordial Qi.
He carefully sent it into her body, sensing the precise condition of her Yin and Yang Qi.
His aura was gentle and balanced, carrying a mysterious Dao resonance that embraced all things.
Tang Zhaoxue trembled slightly, instinctively wanting to resist, but this energy caused no discomfort—instead, it awoke a faint, almost forgotten sensation in her long-frozen lower abdomen.
Could it really be true? Could he really cure her?
Jiang Huai’s expression grew serious as he carefully probed, like an experienced herbalist diagnosing a patient.
Tang Zhaoxue anxiously asked,
“What is it?”
Seeing his face, she grew even more nervous.
Jiang Huai shook his head without speaking and continued his examination.
He discovered that Tang Zhaoxue’s condition differed from Zhu Siyao’s.
Zhu Siyao suffered an overall Yin-Yang imbalance, lacking Yang Qi, caused by being born without a father.
Tang Zhaoxue’s overall Yin-Yang balance was actually acceptable, but the meridians around her lower body seemed congenitally blocked and withered.
This caused her Yin Qi to be unable to grow or gather, like a dead and desolate desert—utterly disconnected from the rest of her body.
This condition was, in some ways, easier to treat; the key lay in unblocking and stimulating that dormant area.
He withdrew his hand and pondered for a moment, then, meeting Tang Zhaoxue’s eyes filled with intertwined shame and hope, steeled himself to say: “Sect Master, please uncross your legs.”
Tang Zhaoxue obeyed without hesitation, placing her legs down and leaning forward.
“And then?” she asked.
Jiang Huai parted his hands slightly and spoke softly:
“Open them.”
Tang Zhaoxue’s face immediately flamed scarlet, a mixture of shame and anger making her nearly lose control.
This request was the ultimate insult to her.
“You clearly know I’m suffering from Yin withering—why do you insist on doing this?
Do you have to see it to believe it?”
But seeing only the focused, serious gaze of a healer in Jiang Huai’s eyes, and recalling the faint hope that might change her fate,
She bit her lip and stared at Jiang Huai for a long moment.
Finally, with a near self-destructive sense of humiliation and resignation, she slowly parted her long, tense legs and turned her head away.
“Do as you see fit.”
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