161: Chapter 161 Parting Ways with Wen Yulan

It was unknown how much time passed before everything gradually calmed down.

Wen Yulan was like a lazy kitten, curled up in Ye Yun's arms, her whole body so soft she didn't have a shred of strength left.

Her black hair spread messily across his chest, her cheek pressed against his skin, her breathing long and soft.

Her body was covered in hickeys, from her long neck to her delicate collarbone.

From her full chest to her slender waist, they were dense and widespread, a shocking sight.

Even her neck was covered in red marks, like plum blossoms falling on snow, seductive and suggestive.

Wen Yulan kept her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly; she didn't even have the strength to lift a hand.

Her entire person was as weak as if she had fought three hundred battles.

Ye Yun held her waist, looking down at her with a faint smile on his lips.

He showed no sign of fatigue; instead, he was radiant and full of energy.

This was the power of the Hehuan Daoist Body.

After Dual Cultivation, not only would one not be tired, but one would be energetic and see progress in their cultivation.

He looked inward at his Dantian and could clearly feel that his Mystic Power had become a bit more robust.

His Great Martial Master Ninth Level cultivation was more stable, and he was one step closer to the Ninth Level Peak.

If they did it a few more times, he might actually Breakthrough to the Martial Spirit Realm.

Just then, Wen Yulan suddenly let out a soft "eh?", opened her eyes, and her gaze was full of surprise.

"My, my cultivation... how did it Breakthrough again?"

Ye Yun looked down at her and smiled.

"Dual Cultivation feedback, it's normal."

Wen Yulan was stunned for a moment, then she circulated her Mystic Power, feeling the power inside her that was much thicker than before, a joyful smile appearing on her face.

"Great Martial Master Seventh Level... I've been stuck at the Great Martial Master Sixth Level Peak for nearly a year, and it just broke through like this?"

She looked up at Ye Yun, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was surprise, gratitude, and a trace of inexplicable tenderness.

Ye Yun reached out and gently brushed the stray hairs on her forehead, his voice gentle.

"Your Foundation was already very solid; a Breakthrough was only a matter of time."

Wen Yulan shook her head, biting her lip.

"No, it's because of you."

She said no more, simply burying her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist and clinging to him.

Ye Yun didn't speak either, just gently patting her back, feeling the warm and soft body in his arms.

After a long while, Wen Yulan spoke softly, her voice tinged with reluctance.

"Ye Yun, are we about to part ways?"

Ye Yun silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, I should return to the Luoxue Sect."

Wen Yulan didn't say anything else, she just held him a little tighter.

...

Two days later.

The exit of the Fengyun Mountains.

Morning light spilled down, and the mountain breeze blew gently, carrying the fragrance of plants and trees.

Ye Yun had changed into clean black Martial Attire; his posture was upright, his face handsome, and he looked radiant.

Wen Yulan stood before him, still wearing his oversized outer robe.

The robe was too big for her, hanging loosely on her body.

Yet it couldn't hide her exquisite, undulating curves.

The collar was slightly open, revealing a section of her snow-white collarbone, which still bore faint red marks.

The sash at her waist was tied tightly, yet it still couldn't conceal her slender waist and rounded hip line.

She stood there with her head down, fingers twisting her cuffs, her eyes full of reluctance.

Ye Yun looked at her and said softly.

"Let's part here."

Wen Yulan looked up at him, her eyes slightly red.

"After you return to the Luoxue Sect... can we meet again?"

Ye Yun smiled and reached out to gently rub her hair.

"Of course. If you want to see me, you can come to the Luoxue Sect to find me anytime."

Wen Yulan bit her lip, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.

"But, the Luoxue Sect and the Qingfeng Sword Sect... what if someone finds out?"

Ye Yun interrupted her.

"What's there to fear? You're coming to see me, not to be a thief."

She couldn't help but chuckle at his words, but as she laughed, her eyes reddened again.

She took a deep breath, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and reached out to wrap her arms around his neck.

She pulled his head down and kissed his lips.

Ye Yun was slightly startled, then he held her waist and responded to her kiss.

This time, Wen Yulan wasn't shy or nervous; there was only intense reluctance and deep affection.

She kissed him hard, as if pouring all her longing and attachment into this kiss.

Ye Yun held her waist, gently stroking her back, responding tenderly.

After a long time, their lips parted.

Wen Yulan was panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dazed, and her lips slightly swollen from the kiss.

She let go, stepped back, looked at Ye Yun, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Take care."

Ye Yun nodded.

"Take care."

Wen Yulan turned and walked toward the mountain path. After a few steps, she looked back at him once more.

Ye Yun stood there, watching her, without moving.

She smiled, waved her hand, then turned and strode away without looking back again.

Ye Yun watched her figure gradually disappear into the morning light, a wave of complex emotions rising in his heart.

This woman, from a stranger at first to sharing life and death, and now to this reluctant parting.

It had only been a few days, but it felt like a long time had passed.

He withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, turned, and departed.

The morning breeze blew, fluttering his robes; his steps were firm and composed.

...

A few days later, Qingzhou City.

A youth dressed in a gray robe quietly entered the city.

He had a handsome face and an upright posture; his aura was restrained, making it impossible to tell his depth.

It was indeed Ye Yun.

After leaving the Fengyun Mountains, he didn't return directly to the Luoxue Sect.

Instead, he took a long detour and came to Qingzhou City.

He had only one purpose for coming here—to see Fang Hansu.

The woman he had met in the Fengyun Mountains.

He had never forgotten the woman who possessed the Cold Moon Physique.

After all, if he had the chance to practice Dual Cultivation with Fang Hansu, it would definitely be of great benefit to him.

The Cold Moon Physique was a rare, top-tier cultivation Physique from ancient times, sharing the same origin as the Ice Soul Mysterious Body but with different properties.

During Dual Cultivation, it could significantly increase the purity of Mystic Power, accelerate cultivation Breakthroughs, and even have a chance to awaken Moon-type Divine Abilities.

How could he possibly let go of such a Physique so easily?

Moreover, Fang Hansu's current situation was likely fraught with danger.

Ye Yun walked along the streets of Qingzhou City.

His gaze swept across the shops lining both sides and the passersby coming and going.

Qingzhou City was much larger and busier than Shiyun City.

Shops lined the streets in rows; vendors selling cloth, medicine, and weapons called out one after another.

From time to time, a few carriages would drive past, kicking up a cloud of dust.

There were also several vendors at the roadside selling small items like candied haws, dough figurines, and clay whistles.

A few children gathered there, chattering and playing.

Ye Yun was in no mood to appreciate these things; his gaze swept through the crowd, occasionally lingering on well-dressed pedestrians.