So soft.
So bouncy.
So fragrant.
It felt like today’s mattress was especially soft and springy, with a hint of refreshing fragrance that made Limuqun rub his face against it a few more times, humming in comfort.
But all of a sudden, a voice rang out beside Limuqun’s ear—a voice that was crisp and ethereal yet oddly teasing:
“Good disciple, don’t bounce your head around.”
?!!
Limuqun’s eyes flew open, but he froze on the spot.
Huh? Why can I only see half the sky?!
It wasn’t even half, to be honest.
No, that’s not right, what exactly is blocking my vision?!
He panicked and tried to sit up straight.
But the moment he forced himself up—“Clang!”
Ouch, what was that?!
He felt his forehead smash into something with force, and Limuqun instinctively wanted to cry out in pain.
But as his mind caught up, the pain he expected didn’t arrive.
Huh?
Soft, bouncy, like a sponge—his whole face was buried in it, making it a bit hard to breathe.
But the next second, a powerful springiness struck him.
That spongey, bouncy thing instead thudded heavily against Limuqun’s face.
No, it’s not a sponge.
It’s jelly!
His head was spinning from the impact, and his body tilted backward, tumbling onto that soft cushion once more.
Only then did Limuqun realize his situation—his head was resting on Luozhilan’s round, plump thighs, his face facing upward, the back of his head pressing a cute arc into her incredibly elastic flesh.
As for the darkness that blocked most of his view of the sky…
Just as he became aware, the darkness before his eyes swayed, and that crisp yet teasing voice sounded again:
“Disciple, you’re awake.”
“I heard that in the mortal world, men especially yearn to sleep with their heads on a woman’s lap. Well, is it comfortable, sleeping on your Master’s thighs?”
Lu… Luozhilan?!
That voice drifted into Limuqun’s ears, and an avalanche of bad memories instantly surged to the surface.
He panicked, wanting to break free from the soft, warm pillow of her lap, only to find—he couldn’t move his body at all.
Lu… Luozhilan cast a spell on me again?!
The fear inside grew more intense, but soon Limuqun discovered something even more terrifying: he hadn’t been cursed.
He could clearly sense his limbs, could clearly feel the warmth and softness from the back of his head, could even clearly smell that refreshing fragrance.
But no matter how loudly he shouted inside, his body simply refused to obey his commands, as if consciousness and flesh had become strangers.
Why, why?!
He stared dazedly as the darkness in front of him swayed, a flame seeming to ignite inside his body, and with it, a phrase echoed through his mind:
Instinct, it’s all instinct!
The fire blazed through his whole body, utterly seizing control from his conscious mind.
In Limuqun’s terrified gaze, his right hand slowly lifted, trembling as it inched closer and closer to that shifting darkness.
No, you can’t!
Limuqun, you can’t let yourself be ruled by instinct!
Remember, you’re a Sigma man!
His expression twisted, eyes fluttering between open and shut, as if he couldn’t bear to watch his own disgrace, yet couldn’t bear to miss what was about to happen.
But his right hand never once stopped.
Finally, accompanied by a sensation that Limuqun could not describe with words—
Touch. He touched it.
So good.
With a soft pfft, a fountain of nosebleed spurted forth.
“Disciple, disciple?!”
As Luozhilan cried out in alarm, Limuqun felt his body sway, the warmth and softness behind his head disappearing, the darkness that had blocked his sight slowly withdrawing, and at last, he saw again the familiar ceiling of his little room.
But soon, that ceiling was once more covered by a beautiful face—cool and otherworldly, but now with a smiling expression.
That face smiled as she feigned annoyance, chiding, “Look at you, it’s a mess everywhere again. Even Master’s dao robe is stained by you.”
Clearly, her words were as gentle as a coquettish girl’s, but they made Limuqun tremble all over.
Like a startled fish, he leapt up and dashed into the corner of the wooden hut.
“M-Master?!”
He hid in the corner, fully circulating his Immortal Foundation, ready to ram himself into the wall at any moment.
Luozhilan slowly rose, casting a Cleansing Spell.
The pure white dao robe stained red by Limuqun’s nosebleed became flawless and white once more.
“What are you so nervous for?”
She frowned slightly, scolding with a hint of mock anger.
Why wouldn’t I be nervous?
The last time you looked like this, I almost got refined into a Dan Pill by you.
How could I not be nervous?!
Listening to her, Limuqun shrank further into the corner, and at the same time shouted deep within his Sea of Consciousness:
“Luozhilan, wake up!” “I beg you, please wake up!” But the Little Fox inside his Sea of Consciousness remained completely unresponsive.
It’s over, it’s all over.
No reinforcements this time—he could only rely on himself.
He mustered his courage and asked, trembling,
“M-Master, may I ask why you’re visiting so suddenly?”
“Hmph.” Luozhilan puffed out her cheeks, retorting in mock anger, “Wasn’t it you who called me here to help you cultivate?”
Me?
Limuqun was stunned, and then, as his panicked and muddled memories resurfaced, it started coming back to him.
Tried cultivating the Dragon and Phoenix Harmonizing Art, but failed from lack of talent.
Tried again by sheer willpower, but the complex incantations backfired, leaving him vomiting, dizzy, and muddleheaded.
To perfect the Dragon and Phoenix Harmonizing Art, he called out through the wisp of divine sense Luozhilan had left behind.
Who’d have thought, she’d cross the Tai Xu and appear before him with a single thought.
After that… Limuqun remembered nothing, lost in his own nausea.
Huh?
So, I really did call her here myself.
His cheeks flushed red, and he edged a little out of the corner, bowing deeply.
“Disciple was dizzy and unclear of mind. Please forgive me, Master.”
“It’s nothing.” Luozhilan waved her jade-like hand, clearly unconcerned.
Her gaze swept over a certain part of Limuqun’s body, her elegant brows knitting as if scolding a child caught stealing candy.
She asked, “Those Supplement Pills I prepared for you, how many times have you taken them?”
What do you mean, how many times?
Limuqun scratched his head, confused, and replied,
“Just a little. Was I supposed to take them in doses?”
Now it was Luozhilan’s turn to be dumbstruck: “You—you took them all at once?”
Limuqun’s cheeks turned crimson. He hurried to explain,
“Ahem, uh, I just wanted to see if these Supplement Pills would help my cultivation, but I didn’t feel anything…”
“Of course you didn’t.”
Limuqun nodded smugly.
“If you take that much at once, all the medicinal power gets stuck in your Dantian, of course you won’t feel anything…” Luozhilan murmured distractedly.
“What did you say, Master?” “Ahem, n-nothing.”
Luozhilan recovered from her shock, a mysterious smile blooming on her lips.
If the medicine’s effect is stuck in his Dantian, that won’t do. What if he bursts from the strain?
Let your Master help you with that.
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