81: Chapter 81 This immortal cultivation is worthwhile!

Ye Xiaoyao asked Fu Hongxue if she was hungry or if there was anything she wanted to eat.

Looking at his mischievous smile, Fu Hongxue had no idea what he was up to.

However, Fu Hongxue trusted that her husband would never harm her; he must be planning to make something delicious for her again.

Thinking of this, Fu Hongxue felt a craving and urged Ye Xiaoyao to hurry up and make it for her.

Only when Fu Hongxue was blushing, shamefully enjoying the spirit noodles Ye Xiaoyao had made for her, did she coquettishly pout:

"Husband, you really are annoying~~. However, these noodles are indeed quite delicious, and I like them very much~"

"Alright, alright, if it's delicious, then Xue'er should eat more. This husband has plenty of spirit noodles to go around!"

Three days and three nights.

Time slipped away quietly in a cycle of Cultivate and intimacy.

When everything temporarily calmed down, the bedroom was permeated with a warm and languid atmosphere.

Ye Xiaoyao leaned against the headboard, holding Fu Hongxue in his arms.

She snuggled softly against him, her head resting on his sturdy arm, her cheek pressed tightly against his chest.

The alluring flush on her face had not yet completely faded, and fine beads of fragrant sweat covered her smooth forehead and neck.

A few strands of hair, dampened by sweat, clung to her cheeks, adding to her allure after the romantic encounter.

The warmth and faint fragrance radiating from her body intertwined with the lingering, unique scent in the air.

The room was in a complete mess, faithfully recording the battle of the past few days.

Their clothes were scattered messily on the floor.

Ye Xiaoyao's cyan Daoist robe was crumpled into a ball, with his boots beside it.

Fu Hongxue's sexy red dress, the dudou embroidered with exquisite mandarin ducks, the white lace-trimmed underpants, as well as her silk stockings and embroidered shoes, were all tangled and tossed to the side.

The writing desk not far away had been pushed askew, and the previously neat brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were now scattered about.

The entire room seemed to have experienced a gentle yet intense storm.

One of Ye Xiaoyao's palms lingered on Fu Hongxue's supple, slender waist, stroking it gently.

His other hand wandered restlessly over her ample bosom, feeling the astonishing softness and elasticity of her breasts.

Fu Hongxue did not stop him; she merely turned her face slightly and looked up at him.

Her eyes were glistening with moisture, filled with tenderness and satisfaction, and a smile of extreme gentleness played on her lips as she whispered:

"Husband... you are amazing."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaoyao couldn't help but laugh out loud, his chest vibrating as he did so.

He lowered his head and kissed her sweat-dampened forehead, his tone filled with a mix of pride and tenderness:

"That's only natural. This husband of yours possesses the Pure Yang Sacred Body and has cultivated a Body Refining Cultivation Technique, so my physical strength is naturally formidable. It's just that..."

He paused, his fingers brushing over a faint red mark on her waist, his voice softening.

"It has caused you to suffer, Xue'er. I should have been gentler, but you are just too alluring, and This husband was overcome by passion and couldn't control his strength."

Fu Hongxue shook her head, pressing her face closer to him, her voice sounding as if it had been dipped in honey:

"It's okay, Husband. I... I can handle it."

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her voice dropping even lower, her breath sweet like orchids.

"Besides, that feeling was wonderful. I liked it very much."

As she spoke, the arms wrapped around Ye Xiaoyao's waist tightened slightly.

But immediately, a trace of imperceptible dimness flashed in her eyes.

"It's just that... Husband, the spiritual power within my body has reached Perfection, and I have arrived at the threshold of a Breakthrough. Next, I fear I must go into seclusion for a period of time to attempt to break through to Middle Stage Core Formation. During this seclusion, I won't be able to accompany you."

By the end, her tone carried obvious disappointment and reluctance.

How she wished she could just stay by Ye Xiaoyao's side like this, seeing him every day and being intimate every night.

But the path of a Cultivator is just like this; when an Opportunity arrives and the threshold appears, one must seize it.

Increasing age would make Breakthroughs increasingly difficult; she could not be willful and had to raise her Realm.

Ye Xiaoyao heard the attachment and helplessness in her words.

He stopped his movements, turning instead to gently stroke her cheek with his palm, his fingertips wiping away the beads of sweat at her temples, his voice gentle and firm:

"No matter, Xue'er. Just go into seclusion with peace of mind. Breaking through a Realm is a major event and cannot be taken lightly. As for my side..."

He smiled and continued with a hint of teasing: "If the Yang Qi in my body becomes too restless, This husband will naturally find a way to suppress it. I certainly won't actually explode, so you don't need to be distracted by me."

The two of them snuggled together and talked for a long time.

Fu Hongxue recounted some of her insights from her Early Stage Core Formation cultivation, and Ye Xiaoyao also shared some amusing anecdotes from his Body Refining.

Fu Hongxue's soft laughter rang out in the room from time to time, alternating with Ye Xiaoyao's deep voice.

The tender affection diluted the faint sorrow of their impending separation.

Until the sun slanted westward outside the window and evening approached, the two finally rose from the bed.

They each put on their clothes and tidied their appearance.

Fu Hongxue returned to her usual bright and dashing appearance, though there was a bit more of a young woman's tenderness between her brows.

When it was time to part, she threw herself into Ye Xiaoyao's arms again, hugged him tightly, looked up, and said gently:

"Husband, when I leave seclusion, at that time, I will definitely help you... condition your body."

Ye Xiaoyao nodded, planted a loud kiss on her smooth cheek, and smiled:

"Good! This husband will wait. I wish my Xue'er success in one go and a smooth entry into the Middle Stage Core Formation!"

Watching Fu Hongxue's red silhouette turn into a streak of light and disappear into the sky beyond Saintess Peak, Ye Xiaoyao stood at the entrance of the Immortal Cave, motionless for a long time.

A cool evening breeze blew, calming his agitated emotions slightly.

He couldn't help but shake his head, a smile appearing on his face that was a mix of emotion, pride, and a hint of disbelief.

"I really never expected this..."

He walked back into the Immortal Cave, muttering to himself: "I, Ye Xiaoyao, a guy who Transmigrated here and died once, would actually have a day where women chase after me. And to be chased by three, all of whom are stunning Fairies..."

The more he thought about it, the more bizarre it felt, and the more he thought about it, the more exhilarated he felt.

His footsteps became a bit lighter.

"To think that I, with a mere Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation, can possess one Nascent Soul Stage Dao Companion and two Core Formation Stage Dao Companions. This cultivation life is truly worth it!"

He couldn't help but put his hands on his hips and laugh heartily at the empty Immortal Cave.

His laughter echoed off the stone walls, full of high spirits.

After laughing, he gradually calmed down.

His eyes became clear and firm once again.

"Now is not the time to lie in a bed of gentleness and be complacent."

He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power and Pure Yang Qi within his body.

"I must quickly raise my strength. The Perfection of the fourth turn of the Nine Revolutions Hegemon Body Art is right before me, and the Foundation Establishment Late Stage is not far off."

He imagined a future day when he could stand openly and proudly beside Liu Yunshuang, Ji Chanxi, and Fu Hongxue.

To declare their relationship to the entire Yin Yang Sect, to the Southern Border, and even to the entire Qiongming Realm.

That would require sufficient strength to support, to cope with potential storms, and to protect this shocking yet incredibly precious love.

"Just you wait."

Ye Xiaoyao took a deep breath, turned around, and strode toward the meditation room, his back straight.

"In order to stand upright and proudly with Shuanger, Chaner, and Xue'er, I must work even harder!"

Setting aside his bold words for now, he sat cross-legged, his mind sinking into his body, and the Nine Revolutions Hegemon Body Art began to circulate slowly once again.

The Perfection of the fourth turn was already within reach.

And the subsequent fifth turn was waiting for him to unlock it with his strength.