79: Dual cultivation

Immortal Master Cold Moon took a deep breath, her fingertips tightening slightly as she slowly followed him.

With every step closer, the heavy sense of oppression in her heart grew. She knew what was about to happen; the power of the blood pact murmured deep within her Soul, urging her to obey.

And the profound Dual Cultivation Technique inside her body also seemed to be stirring faintly, echoing a certain aura emanating from the man ahead.

In the inner palace, atop the Cloud Bed, the soft brilliance of bright pearls could not pierce through the pervasive atmosphere of ambiguity and conquest.

Immortal Master Cold Moon stood by the bed, her Palace Master's formal attire—which had been subtly adjusted—outlining her figure in a way that was both solemn and suggestive.

She lowered her eyes, her long lashes casting trembling shadows beneath them. Her fingertips were ice-cold, tightly clutching the intricate silver embroidery on her cuffs. Even though the blood pact was set, and even though she understood what was coming, when she finally faced it, the sense of humiliation and powerlessness from the depths of her Soul still submerged her like a tide.

Chu Ye leaned lazily against the headboard, his gaze sweeping over every inch of her tense curves like something physical, carrying an air of scrutiny and possession.

He did not rush her, but simply waited quietly, admiring how this once high-and-mighty former Palace Master of the Guanghan Immortal Palace would step-by-step shed all her pride under his will.

Time passed in silence, each breath feeling exceptionally long. Finally, Immortal Master Cold Moon took a nearly inaudible breath, as if she had made a certain decision, or perhaps the power of the blood pact had finally overwhelmed her hesitation.

"Disrobe!"

Immortal Master Cold Moon stopped before the bed and raised her hands somewhat stiffly. As her fingertips touched the first silk ribbon at her waist, a slight tremble became uncontrollable.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, as if trying to shut out this suffocating sense of shame.

Her movements were very slow, carrying a ritualistic slowness, yet they were unwavering.

The moon-white outer robe slid from her shoulders and piled at her feet with a faint rustle. Then came the inner robe, the chemise... with every layer she shed, the trembling of her body became more apparent. Her skin, exposed to the slightly cool air, broke out in tiny goosebumps.

One by one, the garments symbolizing her past identity and dignity became like a discarded cicada slough, silent and lifeless.

The body that countless people had once looked up to, symbolizing the purest status of the Guanghan Immortal Palace, was thus presented without any concealment before the conqueror.

Finally, she stood by the bed as if newborn, her jade-white body gleaming with a delicate luster under the pearl light, with tiny goosebumps rising slightly from tension and the chill.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest, only to hear Chu Ye's calm, emotionless voice:

"Come up."

Two simple words, yet they made her feel more powerless than any forced command.

She did as told, sitting on the Cloud Bed with somewhat sluggish movements; the touch of the cold silk caused a shiver to run through her skin.

Chu Ye was in no hurry to act. Instead, he reached out and pressed his hand against her smooth back, slowly transferring a stream of Spiritual Power that was pure and gentle, yet irresistibly vast.

"Focus your mind, and silently circulate the first chapter of the Cultivation Technique."

His voice was right by her ear.

Immortal Master Cold Moon did as told, forcing herself to discard distracting thoughts and guiding that external Spiritual Power to merge with the remaining majestic medicinal power in her body.

The initial cultivation was so smooth it surprised her. Her Meridians, which had been stagnant for years, actually began to loosen and widen under the combined flushing of these two forces. The long-lost sensation of rushing Spiritual Power gradually became clear.

However, just as her mind relaxed slightly and she became immersed in the joy of her recovering cultivation, Chu Ye's presence suddenly drew close.

A warm body covered her from behind, and a firm arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her completely into his embrace.

"Ugh!"

The sudden proximity caused her to cry out, and her stiff body instantly tensed up.

The scorching breath belonging to a man completely enveloped her, unfamiliar and full of aggression.

Chu Ye did not give her time to adjust. He leaned down, his kiss falling upon her sensitive earlobe.

Immortal Master Cold Moon felt as if she had been struck by lightning and began to struggle violently; her remaining sense of shame made her instinctively resist.

"Relax," Chu Ye's voice sounded in her ear, carrying a hint of impatience.

The power of the blood pact surged accordingly, suppressing her will to resist. "Circulate the first chapter of The Treasure Codex of Yin-Yang Harmony and guide the medicinal power."

Tears of humiliation instantly filled her eyes. Immortal Master Cold Moon bit her lower lip so hard she nearly drew blood.

She forced herself to calm down and followed his instructions to circulate the Cultivation Technique, guiding the power of the nine revolutions soul returning pill that had not yet fully dissolved.

"The cold blockage in your Meridians is more serious than expected," Chu Ye commented.

"Ugh!" Immortal Master Cold Moon shuddered violently, and her cultivation flow nearly went awry.

"Continue cultivating, do not be distracted."

Immortal Master Cold Moon was trembling violently. She knew the most critical moment was approaching—the moment of complete dominance and possession of her body and mind.

She turned her head away and closed her eyes tightly, as if she could escape reality this way.

"Look at me, Cold Moon. Remember this moment. Remember who is giving you new life."

At that moment, Cold Moon's tears burst forth, mixing with sweat as they slid down her temples.

"Circulate the second chapter of the Mind-Cultivation Technique and guide the energy flow to converge."

Chu Ye's voice remained steady, even carrying a sort of instructional calmness, as if what was happening now was not an intimate act between a man and a woman, but a serious session of transferring power and healing.

Immortal Master Cold Moon gritted her teeth, enduring the intense pain and shame as she followed his instructions to activate the second chapter of The Treasure Codex of Yin-Yang Harmony.

At first, Immortal Master Cold Moon could only passively endure, and pain occupied everything, but gradually, things improved slightly.

Meanwhile, Chu Ye continuously transferred purer Spiritual Power into her body, merging it with her gradually reviving taiyin origin.

Her damaged Meridians and dried-up Dantian, like a long-parched land meeting sweet rain, began to greedily absorb this warm current composed of a mixture of Pure Yang Spiritual Power, the medicinal power of the nine revolutions soul returning pill, and the special energy generated by Dual Cultivation.

Chu Ye was even what one might call "rigorous," completely following the requirements of the Cultivation Technique's guidance.

A tremulous moan that even she herself hadn't noticed escaped from Cold Moon's throat.

Boom!

As if a dried-up spring had been reactivated, Cold Moon's Dantian shuddered violently and began to greedily absorb this energy that fused Pure Yang Spiritual Power, medicinal power, and Dual Cultivation vitality. Her cultivation, which had been stagnant for years, began to recover and soar at an astonishing speed!

This tangible growth in Cultivation Base was like the most alluring poison, impacting Immortal Master Cold Moon's remaining reason.

The sense of humiliation was still strong, but her body's instinctive reactions and her thirst for power were being constantly magnified under the dual effects of the blood pact and the Cultivation Technique. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and unconsciously, her moans also became increasingly out of control, carrying a seductive tone that was foreign even to her.

Inside the sleeping hall, the woman's soft, melodious moans, the man's heavy breathing, and the faint humming produced by the rushing Spiritual Power intertwined into a decadent and primal movement of conquest. The dense Spiritual Power and the scent of desire lingered without dissipating.