11: Don't move, just leave it to the disciple.

Inside the mountain cave, there was another world entirely.

This was not a simple Immortal Cave, but a Small World meticulously carved out.

The ground was paved with whole pieces of warm jade, and the cave walls were inlaid with fist-sized Spirit Stones, emitting a soft glow.

In the center of the Immortal Cave was a spiritual pond filled with solidified spiritual mist, its water a faint milky white, clearly formed by the convergence of an extremely high-grade Spiritual Vein eye.

By the pond, several exotic flowers and plants, whose names were unknown, bloomed quietly, shimmering with colorful light. One look was enough to tell they were immortal-grade medicinal herbs long extinct in the outside world.

“What a blessed Immortal Cave.”

Su Lin praised from the bottom of his heart. Such a feat, even for him a hundred years ago, would have required considerable effort to create.

“Revered Master, you flatter me.” Mu Qingxue’s voice carried a hint of imperceptible nervousness. She led Su Lin to the edge of the spiritual pond and had him sit on a smooth bluestone.

She did not immediately reveal her method but first poured Su Lin a cup of fragrant tea brewed with the water from the spiritual pond, offering it with both hands.

Su Lin took the teacup and took a sip, feeling a pure spiritual energy flow down his throat into his Dantian, revitalizing his weary Divine Soul.

He put down the teacup and looked at Mu Qingxue, “Alright, you can tell me now, can’t you? What exactly is that method you mentioned that can quickly raise my Cultivation?”

Mu Qingxue’s delicate body trembled slightly, and that unusual blush once again crept onto her beautiful face.

She took a deep breath, as if having made some sort of decision, and finally no longer avoided Su Lin’s gaze.

“Revered Master,” she gathered her courage, looking directly into Su Lin’s eyes.

“This Disciple… indeed has a method, it’s just… it’s just that this method is a bit… a bit special.”

Su Lin immediately had a bad premonition.

Why has this fellow been blushing since just now?

Could this possibly be a Dual Cultivation Technique?

“Revered Master, about a dozen years ago, this Disciple went out on a journey and killed a Soul Transformation Stage demonic Cultivator who had committed many evil deeds. That demonic Cultivator… was from the Hehuan Sect.”

“Hehuan Sect?” Su Lin frowned slightly. He had heard of this Sect; it specialized in some crooked paths of Yin and Yang harvesting and had a terrible reputation in the Cultivation world.

“Yes.” Mu Qingxue nodded, her voice even softer, “This Disciple obtained a Dual Cultivation Secret Manual from her storage ring.

That Secret Manual was not an ordinary harvesting technique, but an extremely subtle Yin and Yang complementary Cultivation Technique passed down from ancient times.”

She paused, seemingly organizing her words, and in her beautiful, glazed eyes, water shimmered, as if containing thousands of emotions.

“That Cultivation Technique says… if one party’s Cultivation is far higher than the other, and is a pure body, they can, through… through the fusion of Divine Soul and spiritual power, transfer a portion of their most fundamental life essence to the other party without loss.”

“This transfer can help the other party cleanse their meridians, rebuild their Dao foundation, and achieve a huge leap in Cultivation… in a short period of time!”

At this point, Mu Qingxue’s face was so red it looked like it was about to drip blood. She dared not look at Su Lin, lowering her head slightly, her voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz, yet incredibly clear as it reached Su Lin’s ears:

“This Disciple… is still a virgin to this day.”

“So… as long as Revered Master is willing, this Disciple is willing to offer herself to Revered Master!”

Inside the Immortal Cave, a deathly silence fell instantly.

Only the mist in the spiritual pond flowed slowly, and the Spirit Stones on the cave walls emitted a faint glow, illuminating Mu Qingxue’s beautiful face, so red it was almost dripping blood, making her appear even more enchanting.

Su Lin’s hand, holding the teacup, paused in mid-air for a moment.

He was not an unromantic block of wood, nor was he a Saint without desires.

A hundred years ago, with his Mahayana Stage Cultivation, his heart was like a rock, and he could naturally easily suppress any worldly thoughts.

But now, he was merely an Early Stage Golden Core Cultivator; although his Divine Soul was strong, his Physical Body was already mortal.

And the Mu Qingxue before him was not only his Disciple, whom he had raised and poured countless efforts into, but also a Void Refining Stage powerhouse whose Cultivation far surpassed his, and who was in the prime of her life.

Her aura, her charm, her astonishing allure emanating from shyness and determination at this moment, was like an invisible net, firmly enveloping him.

Resist?

Su Lin smiled bitterly in his heart.

He found that his heart rate was accelerating uncontrollably, and a surge of heat rose from his lower abdomen.

His proud self-control, in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, appeared so vulnerable.

Seeing Su Lin remain silent for a long time, Mu Qingxue’s voice took on a trembling plea.

She slowly raised her head, her misty, glazed pupils reflecting his currently astonished and complex face.

“Are you… disgusted with Qingxue?”

“No… this Revered Master is not…” His voice carried a hoarseness he hadn’t even noticed himself.

“Then why are you unwilling to accept?”

Mu Qingxue’s tears finally fell. She slowly stepped forward, knelt before Su Lin, and looked up with her tear-streaked face, her gaze humble yet fervent.

“Revered Master, a hundred years ago, you shielded me from all storms.

Now that your sky has fallen, will you not allow Qingxue to support a piece of the earth for you?”

Her hand gently, tentatively, covered Su Lin’s hand resting on his knee. That delicate and cool touch made Su Lin stiffen all over.

Any words of refusal, in the face of such pure and fervent devotion, seemed pale and hypocritical.

Moreover, deep in his heart, that suppressed instinct simply could not resist such a temptation.

A long sigh escaped from deep within Su Lin’s chest.

Inside the spiritual pond, the mist cleared.

The two sat facing each other.

Mu Qingxue had stopped crying.

“Revered Master, please… relax your mind. This Disciple is about to begin.”

She said shyly, her voice carrying an imperceptible tremor.

Su Lin slowly closed his eyes, his mind sinking into his Dantian, entrusting everything to her.

“Don’t move later, just leave it to this Disciple.”

After receiving Su Lin’s tacit consent, Mu Qingxue instantly became bolder.

She used a gentle spiritual force to control Su Lin’s limbs.

“Hehehe, Revered Master, you can’t run away now.”

Su Lin’s heart trembled.

The spiritual force that controlled his limbs was gentle yet domineering, firmly fixing him in place.

He could feel that this power held no malice; on the contrary, it seemed to be carefully protecting a rare treasure, fearing the slightest damage to him.

But that soft “hehehe” chuckle, and the possessiveness in her words that seemed to take everything for granted, made Su Lin’s mind go blank for a moment.

From her eyes, Su Lin saw something he had never seen before.

A foxy cunning and the secret joy of getting what she wanted.

And a fervent desire to swallow him whole.

“Revered Master, you’re so obedient.”

Mu Qingxue’s smile deepened when she saw him completely submit.