Chapter 96 "Absorbing" Yang Energy!

Just as Xiao Ming was still caught in an internal battle, his thoughts drifting uncontrollably toward certain ambiguous scenes from modern movies about female ghosts absorbing Yang Qi—

A cool, delicate hand gently covered the buckle of the jade belt at his waist.

Xiao Ming was completely bewildered, instantly frozen, all his chaotic thoughts interrupted by this sudden touch.

He instinctively looked down to see that You Li had already slightly bowed at some point, her exquisitely ethereal face still carrying a hint of curiosity and eagerness, her purple eyes focused intently on the buckle of his jade belt, as if studying some intricate mechanism.

Her movements were not practiced, even somewhat clumsy and unrefined, her cool fingertips fumbling and fidgeting unskillfully at his waist, dealing with the jade belt that was extremely complex to her.

"You... You Li? What are you doing?" Xiao Ming's voice carried a hint of dryness he hadn't even noticed himself.

He tried to stop her, but his arm, lifted halfway, stopped in mid-air.

Reason told him he should immediately put an end to this foolish behavior, but his body seemed to be held in place by some invisible force, just blankly watching her "tinker."

After the sound of the belt hitting the ground, Xiao Ming felt a loosening at his waist; the previously neat black outer robe's front lapels immediately fell open to both sides, and the thin inner garment was also disheveled by the movement, revealing a small patch of firm and powerful chest muscles.

The night breeze (or perhaps just the air currents flowing in the cavern) brushed past, bringing a chill, and also causing him to instantly wake up completely from his tipsy-like daze!

Xiao Ming's forehead was covered in black lines, and he couldn't help but complain internally: 'So you really are going to "absorb" Yang Qi! What is going on? Where is my little female ghost who was as pure as a blank sheet of paper?'

Just as Xiao Ming was being driven to distraction by You Li's unexpected actions, secretly bad-mouthing "Meiying" for corrupting his little female ghost, the situation on the ground elsewhere was also quietly changing.

Beside the Blood Pool, the hazy blood-colored energy mist had not yet fully dissipated, still swirling and flowing.

Mo Qingzhu and Yu Linglong sat cross-legged by the pool, their auras dense and condensed, surrounded by Devilish Qi, fully absorbing the pure energy within the pool.

Only Yu Linlang, this seemingly most lively and naive younger sister, had quietly left her original Cultivation position at this moment.

Like a nimble little fish, she slipped nimbly to the rock wall covered in dark red crystals where Xiao Ming and You Li had disappeared earlier.

A few strands of hair stuck to her smooth forehead, adding a touch of girlish cuteness and liveliness to her.

She stood before the rock wall, her large bright eyes wide open, filled with uncontrollable curiosity and exploration, staring unblinkingly at the seemingly seamless dark red rock wall in front of her.

"Strange... It was clearly right here..." Yu Linlang tilted her head slightly, her rosy lips unconsciously pouting, revealing two cute little fangs.

She extended a finger, delicate as a scallion, and unconsciously poked her own fair cheek, leaving a small indentation, muttering to herself in a voice only she could hear, her tone full of confusion, "I saw Saint disappear right here, and then... and then he went 'whoosh' and vanished!"

She mimicked Xiao Ming's appearance at the time, tentatively walking forward a few steps, extending her small hand to carefully grope and tap on the cold rock wall.

"Could it be an illusion array? Or some kind of trick?" Yu Linlang's large eyes darted around, carefully examining every part of the rock wall, even perking up her ears to press against it, trying to hear if there was any movement inside.

But apart from the occasional "gurgle" from the Blood Pool and the faint breathing sounds of the two people in the distance, she could hear nothing.

"How on earth did Saint get in there? And what is he doing inside?" The young girl's curiosity was like ignited wild grass, burning brighter and brighter.

She felt both fear of the unknown risks and curiosity about the mysterious occurrences.

She paced back and forth in small steps before the rock wall, her beautiful brows slightly furrowed, her finger still poking her cheek, looking completely lost in thought.

"Hmph, I don't believe I can't find it!" Finally, Yu Linlang bit her lower lip, a flash of unyielding stubbornness in her eyes.

She decided to look again carefully; perhaps there were some special runes, marks, or it required a specific method to trigger...

Meanwhile, on the other side, Xiao Ming, who was still complaining internally, hadn't even finished his silent shout before a more intense impact followed, and his whole body stiffened violently.

Instantly, he felt as if he were enveloped by something soft and warm; the feeling was truly wonderful, as if he had ascended directly to heaven.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his pupils contracting sharply.

He saw that at some point, You Li had gracefully knelt on the cold ground before him.

Her body was bowed low, and her pair of flawless jade hands were now gently supporting the side of Xiao Ming's legs.

And she raised that exquisitely beautiful face capable of eclipsing heaven and earth, her amethyst-like eyes looking up at Xiao Ming from below, a kind of near-devout fervor and submission burning in the depths of her eyes.

The residual light in the cavern shone on her face, casting a layer of eerie yet holy halo over her.

Xiao Ming only felt an indescribable, brain-numbing sensation of tingling pleasure, sweeping through every corner of his body like a breached flood.

This feeling was not merely physical pleasure, but also mixed with a tremor and satisfaction at the level of the Soul; he had the illusion that his Soul was about to leave his body and reach Ascension!

This taste, this sense of achievement—it was great, really too great!

Unlike Chi Lianer's "cloud-swallowing and mist-breathing" at the entrance of the War Demon Peak side hall last time, the one kneeling before him now was a dignified Ghost Venerable!

She was a Cultivator comparable to the human Body Integration Stage; could that level of comfort and achievement be the same?

This extreme contrast brought a sense of psychological conquest and satisfaction far greater than mere physical pleasure!

"Hiss—!"

Xiao Ming uncontrollably gasped, a long and satisfying intake of breath, as if wanting to carve every bit of this ultimate enjoyment into the depths of his Soul.

His body instinctively leaned forward slightly, feeling that indescribable wrapping and gentleness.

He squinted his eyes comfortably, his handsome face filled with undisguised contentment and enjoyment, as if savoring the world's finest nectar.

'Tsk, this feeling of floating like an immortal—if only I could hold a cigarette in my hand and take a slow drag, that would be perfect... That feeling, I'm afraid I wouldn't trade it even for an immortal's life.'

(Three thousand words of serious description omitted here...)