251: Is it really true that I can’t wear clothes?

Song Yu froze.

A warm sensation came from her wrist, carrying an irresistible force that made her unable to break free, nor did she have any thought of doing so.

Her mind was blank, only Lin Feng's handsome face with a playful smile remained, and the image of him draining the cup of tea she had just drunk.

That... wasn't that indirect... As soon as she thought of that word, Song Yu felt her cheeks burning, a wave of heat rushing from her feet to the top of her head, making her whole body go limp, almost unable to stand steadily.

Lin Feng looked at her infinitely shy appearance, even her earlobes were flushed red, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew wider.

Not only did he not let go, but he slightly tightened his grip on her wrist and gently pulled.

"Ah!"

Song Yu let out a soft cry, her body uncontrollably stumbled forward, falling right into a broad and warm embrace.

She instinctively stretched out her hands to brace against his firm chest, wanting to push him away, but found that she couldn't exert any strength.

A clear and pleasant masculine scent lingered at her nose, making her already chaotic heart beat even faster, like a drum.

"Elder Lin... you..."

Song Yu's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, with an imperceptible tremor, her head buried low, not daring to look into Lin Feng's eyes.

Lin Feng lowered his head, his warm breath fanning her sensitive earlobe, and chuckled softly in a voice only the two of them could hear: "What, is there poison in the tea? Why is Martial Niece Song's face so red?"

This knowing tease made Song Yu even more embarrassed.

She felt like a little white rabbit targeted by a cunning fox; no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape his grasp.

She bit her lower lip tightly, and after a long while, she mustered up the courage to squeeze out a few words from her throat.

"Elder... please be respectful."

These four soft words, heard by Lin Feng, held no deterrent power; instead, they sounded more like a coy refusal.

He chuckled softly, his arm naturally wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her soft body even closer into his embrace, while his other hand gently rested on her Dantian.

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

Lin Feng's tone returned to its usual gentleness, and from his palm, a pure and incomparable surge of magical power quietly extended, circulating once through Song Yu's Meridians.

Song Yu's body trembled slightly, instinctively wanting to resist, but feeling that the magical power had no ill intent, but was as gentle as water, she gave up resistance and allowed it to explore within her body.

A moment later, Lin Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

"Core Formation Perfection, yet still unable to trigger the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation. Your magical power, though pure, seems to lack a hint of... spirituality, preventing it from resonating with heaven and earth and breaking through the final barrier."

Hearing Lin Feng pinpoint her greatest cultivation dilemma, Song Yu immediately forgot her shyness, suddenly raised her head, her clear eyes filled with surprise and urgency.

"Elder's Wisdom Eye! Yu'er... Yu'er has been troubled by this matter, stuck at this Bottleneck for several years, trying various methods, but with no progress."

Speaking of her Cultivation, a hint of sadness appeared on Song Yu's face.

Her talent was exceptional, and her Cultivation journey had been smooth, but this Nascent Soul Bottleneck, like a chasm, lay before her, leaving her with no hope.

Seeing many younger disciples in the sect surpass her, her anxiety was imaginable.

Lin Feng looked at her expectant eyes, and his heart softened.

He released his hand from her waist, and instead gently stroked her soft long hair, saying softly: "It's alright, with me here, this Bottleneck is nothing."

"Elder... do you have a way?" Song Yu's breathing instantly quickened, and an incredible light burst forth from her eyes.

The impenetrable barrier for her was so effortlessly dismissed in this man's eyes.

"Come with me."

Lin Feng didn't explain much, and holding her soft, boneless little hand, he walked towards the bamboo house outside the pavilion.

Song Yu's heart pounded violently again; she followed closely behind Lin Feng, letting him lead her into the quiet room where she usually Cultivated.

The quiet room was not large, simply furnished with only a futon and an incense burner; the air was filled with a unique scent, a mixture of faint sandalwood and the maiden's body fragrance.

Lin Feng let go of her hand and turned to look at the graceful beauty before him, her pretty face filled with nervousness and anticipation.

"Sit cross-legged, calm your mind and Qi."

"Yes."

Song Yu dared not be negligent, quickly walked to the futon, sat down as instructed, and swiftly composed herself, entering a state of Cultivation.

Lin Feng slowly walked behind her, raised his hands, and lightly pressed them on her back and the Baihui acupoint on her head.

He slowly closed his eyes, and a vast Divine Sense instantly enveloped Song Yu's entire body, clearly reflecting every Meridian and every acupoint within her in his mind.

"Your Cultivation Technique is called the 'White Phoenix Art', primarily cultivating ice-elemental Qi, emphasizing a mind as clear as ice, undisturbed by the collapse of the heavens. But your nature is inherently gentle and soft; forcibly cultivating such an extremely cold Cultivation Technique, while it can purify your magical power, also suppresses the inherent spiritual vitality that should be in your Divine Soul."

Lin Feng's voice was calm and steady, as if carrying a strange magic, quickly calming Song Yu's originally tense emotions.

"The so-called Nascent Soul is the Cultivator's second Primordial Spirit, a product of the Fusion of essence, Qi, and spirit, and their integration with the Laws of heaven and earth. Your essence and Qi are already sufficient, but this 'spirit' is trapped by the Cultivation Technique, like stagnant water, unable to truly come alive."

"Now, I will help you break this shackles."

As his voice fell, two distinct yet perfectly merged forces suddenly surged from Lin Feng's palms.

One was a vast, ocean-like pure magical power, and the other was his Soul Transformation Stage Divine Sense power, which had been refined to an incredible degree.

"Boom!"

Song Yu only felt an indescribably immense power, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way pouring down, instantly rushing into her body.

That power was domineering yet gentle, precisely avoiding her fragile Meridians, directly surging towards her Purple Mansion Dantian, completely enveloping her smooth and radiant Golden Core.

"Guard your mind and carefully comprehend!"

Lin Feng's voice was like a clap of thunder, exploding in her Sea of Consciousness.

Song Yu dared not be negligent, and immediately fully circulated her Cultivation Technique, guiding this external force to impact the invisible, intangible, yet truly existing Bottleneck.

However, after several impacts, the barrier remained as solid as ever, only swaying slightly a few times before showing no further reaction.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Song Yu's forehead, and her face became somewhat pale.

Seeing this, Lin Feng's brows furrowed again.

"Still not working. The cold Qi in your body, combined with the Cultivation Technique, forms a natural barrier, hindering the complete Fusion of my Divine Sense power with your Golden Core. This dress has also become an obstruction."

He slowly withdrew his palms, and the energy fluctuations in the quiet room also subsided.

Song Yu opened her eyes, her gaze filled with loss and unwillingness.

"Elder, is Yu'er too stupid...?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Lin Feng shook his head, his expression becoming somewhat serious, "I underestimated the uniqueness of your Cultivation Technique. There is only one way to break this barrier."

"What way?" Song Yu asked eagerly, willing to pay any price if she could Breakthrough.

Lin Feng looked at her clear eyes, pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke.

"I need to use my Origin spiritual power to directly guide your Divine Soul to resonate with heaven and earth. This process cannot have any external obstruction, otherwise, all efforts will be in vain, and there is even a risk of your Meridians being severed and your Cultivation completely abolished."

He paused, his gaze falling on Song Yu's moon-white long dress, and added in a calm tone.

"So, before the guidance begins, you need to remove all your clothes."

Inside the quiet room, a dead silence instantly fell.

Song Yu stared blankly at Lin Feng, her pretty face, which had just regained some color, once again turned crimson at a visible speed.

She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but found her throat dry, unable to utter a single word.

After a long while, she finally asked in a voice tinged with a cry and deep confusion.

"Guidance... do I really have to be naked?"