62: Chapter 62 Master Forms Nascent Soul, Master and Disciple Turn Against Each Other?

Cultivation knows no time, and another half a year had passed.

During this period, Ye Xiaoyao's cultivation steadily broke through to the Foundation Establishment Mid Stage.

The liquid True Essence within his Dantian became increasingly thick, and as it circulated, it faintly carried the momentum of a rushing river.

The Nine Revolutions Hegemon Body Art had also been cultivated to the Perfection of the third revolution, tempering his skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs to be exceptionally tough.

Now, when operating the Cultivation Technique, there was a faint sound of tigers and leopards roaring like thunder within his body, and his physical strength was more than a notch stronger than it had been half a year ago.

Ji Chanxi gave him a Jade Slip, which recorded many wonderful uses of the Pure Yang Sacred Body.

How to guide Pure Yang Qi to heal injuries and save people, how to integrate Pure Yang Power into Spells to enhance their might, and how to harmonize Yin and Yang to stabilize his Foundation.

"Pure Yang Qi is the most Yang and rigid substance between heaven and earth, representing vitality and life force."

Ji Chanxi explained at the time.

"If used properly, it can not only be used against enemies but also to save people. For those who are critically injured and dying, obtaining a mouthful of Pure Yang Qi can sustain their life and buy time for healing."

Ye Xiaoyao felt as if he had obtained a treasure.

Apart from daily Cultivation and Body Refining, he spent most of his time studying this Jade Slip.

The mysteries of the Pure Yang Sacred Body were unfolding before him bit by bit.

Of course, these past six months were not all hard Cultivation.

The Pure Yang Sacred Body had too much Yang Qi, which needed to be harmonized frequently.

Ji Chanxi naturally took on this heavy responsibility.

The location of their Dual Cultivation ranged from the bedroom to the side room, and from the hot spring pool to the kitchen.

Even in the small woods behind the Immortal Cave, there were traces of their intimacy.

Their feelings continued to heat up with each skin-to-skin contact, like aged wine, becoming more mellow with time.

But Fu Hongxue...

This Second Senior Sister seemed to be intentionally avoiding Ye Xiaoyao.

Over the past six months, she had only seen Ji Chanxi a few times, and each time she left after a hurried conversation.

Ye Xiaoyao had wanted to find an Opportunity to have a good talk with her, but Fu Hongxue always skillfully avoided him.

After this happened many times, Ye Xiaoyao could only give up.

...

On this day, an astonishing fluctuation of Spiritual Qi suddenly erupted on Purple Haze Peak.

The entire mountain seemed to come alive, and the Spiritual Qi from all directions flowed toward the peak like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, surging crazily.

A massive vortex of Spiritual Qi appeared in the sky, stirring the clouds, with faint sounds of wind and thunder.

The entire Yin Yang Sect was alarmed.

Disciples walked out of their Immortal Caves one after another, looking toward Purple Haze Peak, their faces filled with shock, envy, and awe.

"It is the Sect Master performing Nascent Soul Formation!"

"Such a phenomenon... She must have succeeded!"

"Heaven bless our sect, finally another Nascent Soul Cultivator has been born!"

Ji Chanxi stood outside the Immortal Cave on Saintess Peak, looking toward Purple Haze Peak with a complex expression.

A few hours later, the phenomenon gradually faded.

A majestic yet restrained pressure spread from Purple Haze Peak; although it was not ostentatious, it caused all Cultivators below the Core Formation Realm to feel a weight in their hearts, giving rise to an instinctive awe.

Nascent Soul Stage.

Liu Yunshuang had succeeded.

Ji Chanxi did not go to congratulate her immediately.

She waited for a day, and only after her Revered Master's Realm had initially stabilized did she set off for Purple Haze Peak.

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In the main hall of Liu Yunshuang's Immortal Cave, night-luminescent pearls emitted a soft light.

Two figures sat opposite each other, very close.

On the left was Ji Chanxi.

She was wearing a black dress, and her long hair was loosely tied up with a black ribbon, hanging behind her shoulders.

Her sitting posture was dignified, with her legs together and tilted to one side.

She was barefoot, her toes round as jade, the soles of her feet pink and tender, spotless.

Her cold and aloof face appeared a bit more gentle in the soft light.

With a delicate nose and cherry lips, her eyes were clear, though they were somewhat complex at this moment.

On the right was Liu Yunshuang.

She had changed into a deep purple dress with a loose collar, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage, which was blindingly white in the light.

Her long hair was tied into a lazy bun at the back of her head, secured with a jade hairpin.

Her peach-blossom eyes were radiant, her red lips slightly pursed, and her face carried the charming allure unique to a mature woman.

What was most eye-catching was her sitting posture.

Her skirt was pulled up halfway, revealing long, jade-like legs crossed together, with slender ankles and beautiful arches.

Her whole person leaned back against the chair, lazy and relaxed, yet exuding an indescribable sense of temptation.

The two were silent for a moment.

Liu Yunshuang spoke first, her voice gentle, carrying a faint pressure from having just broken through to the Nascent Soul Stage.

"Chanxi, regarding the matter between me and Xiaoyao... you know everything?"

Ji Chanxi nodded, her voice very soft: "Revered Master, he has told me everything."

Liu Yunshuang looked at her, her eyes filled with inquiry and apology: "Then, will you blame Revered Master?"

Ji Chanxi answered almost without hesitation: "Of course not."

She looked up at Liu Yunshuang with sincere eyes.

"You are my Revered Master, you raised me, taught me Cultivation, and protected me as I grew. You needed the essence of pure yang to form the Nascent Soul, I can understand that, how could I blame you?"

This was said very frankly.

Ji Chanxi truly thought so.

Her Revered Master had been stuck at the Core Formation Late Stage for many years, and now that she had obtained the Opportunity to break through, she was overjoyed.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yunshuang's smile deepened, and a flash of relief crossed her eyes.

But she still added: "However, this matter was forced upon Xiaoyao by me first, you... do not blame him."

Ji Chanxi deliberately pouted, her tone carrying a hint of resentment: "I do blame him."

She paused, lowering her voice as if whispering.

"He even admitted to me that it was because he was lusting after Revered Master's body that he agreed so quickly."

This was half-true and half-false.

Ye Xiaoyao had indeed said similar things, but only he knew whether it was a joke or not.

Ji Chanxi said it now with a hint of coquettishness and a hint of probing.

Liu Yunshuang smiled, the corners of her eyes curving, looking incredibly charming.

She understood this Disciple.

While she said she blamed him, in her heart, she protected Ye Xiaoyao more than anyone else.

The two were quiet for a while longer.

Ji Chanxi suddenly spoke, her voice much lighter than before, carrying obvious unease: "Revered Master, you should... not have any other intentions toward Xiaoyao, right?"

She asked cautiously, her eyes fixed tightly on Liu Yunshuang.

The smile on Liu Yunshuang's face gradually faded.

She was silent for a long while before sighing softly, her voice ethereal, as if recalling something.

"Chanxi, at first... I indeed only wanted to take Xiaoyao's essence of pure yang."

She looked up into the distance, her eyes becoming complex.

"But later, while Dual Cultivating and spending time with him... I discovered that he is different from other male Cultivators."

"He is young, yet possesses a calmness that transcends his age. Even though his cultivation is not high, he is never humble nor arrogant. He knows when to joke and when to be serious, and he acts with propriety."

She paused, her voice lowering further.

"You also know that Revered Master has never felt anything for any male Cultivator. Even that Dao Companion who I only met a few times after being matched by the Elder, I felt nothing for him."

"So many years have passed, I have met many male Cultivators, but not one made me... want to get close."

She turned her head back to look at Ji Chanxi, her eyes sincere yet struggling.

"But Xiaoyao... he made my heart flutter."

"Chanxi, Revered Master knows you love him too, otherwise you wouldn't have asked me like this."

After these words, the main hall fell completely silent.

Ji Chanxi stared blankly at her Revered Master, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She had guessed it, but hearing her Revered Master admit it in person was different.

Her Revered Master had been alone for so many years, and now she had finally met a man who moved her heart...

But that person, as luck would have it, was her own Dao Companion.

Ji Chanxi did not want to lose Ye Xiaoyao.

She loved him, relied on him, and had long regarded him as an inseparable part of her life.

But what about her Revered Master?

That Revered Master who taught her, protected her, and loved her like a mother since she was a child...

She bit her lip, her fingers unconsciously twisting her skirt. After a long while, she spoke softly: "Revered Master, I truly love Xiaoyao, and I do not want to lose him."

The words were spoken softly, but very firmly.

Liu Yunshuang looked at her, her eyes equally complex.

She pondered for a moment, as if having made a great decision, and spoke slowly: "Chanxi, Revered Master does not want to lose Xiaoyao either."

She paused, her tone carrying a plea and a sense of helplessness.

"You are still young, with outstanding talent and stunning beauty; you will meet many more excellent male Cultivators in the future."

"But if Revered Master misses out on Xiaoyao... I am afraid that in this lifetime, I will never meet a second person who moves my heart."

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with struggle.

Both were reluctant to let go, both had... an insistence that they would not yield.

The air in the main hall seemed to have frozen.

After a long time, Ji Chanxi spoke, her voice somewhat dry: "Revered Master, why not... ask Xiaoyao to come over."

She raised her eyes to look at Liu Yunshuang.

"Ask for his opinion."

Liu Yunshuang was silent for a moment, then nodded: "That is also fine."

She took out a sound transmission talisman, Spiritual Qi flowing at her fingertips, left a message on it, and then gently sent it off.

The talisman turned into a stream of light, flew out of the Immortal Cave, and sped toward Saintess Peak.

The main hall became quiet again.

The two Revered Master and Disciple sat opposite each other, neither speaking again.

The light of the night-luminescent pearls quietly shone on them, casting two graceful yet slightly lonely shadows.

In the distance, on Saintess Peak.

Ye Xiaoyao had just finished a round of Cultivation and was pondering what delicious food to make for Ji Chanxi in the evening.

A sound transmission talisman passed through the Restriction and landed gently in front of him.