Chapter 958 - 964: Taotie Gu’s Transformation

Under the moonlit Poison King Valley, lights were ablaze, and the red lanterns swayed gently with the night breeze.

In the bridal chamber, the room was suffused with a warm, orange glow, but the bed inside was broken into pieces. Chen Mo and Nalan Yiren were nestled amidst a pile of shattered wood, with the former looking astonished and the latter’s face flushed red. Her tender toes curled inward, as if wishing to dig a three-room apartment on the floor.

Nalan Yiren really didn’t know what to do next. She couldn’t very well call someone in and say they broke the bed while consummating their marriage and needed it replaced.

That would truly be embarrassing beyond measure.

She looked at Chen Mo uneasily, hoping he would come up with a solution.

But Chen Mo was in no mood to think about anything else. After a brief astonishment, a bone-eroding tingling sensation spread through his body. His hands instinctively wrapped around Nalan Yiren’s waist, then his arm encircled her shoulder, resuming what they were doing earlier.

"Sss..."

Nalan Yiren furrowed her brows slightly, taking a soft breath. Her head tilted back involuntarily, a cascade of black hair falling down, with part of her bottom resting on the carpeted floor.

She instinctively wanted to sing out, but realizing it wasn’t appropriate for the moment, she bit her thin lip quickly.

After adjusting slightly, she lifted her hands, wrapping them around Chen Mo’s neck, saying, "Stop fooling around for now, handle the actual issue first. The bed is broken, what do we do next?"

"Let’s set that aside for now. The bridal chamber is what’s important."

Chen Mo held her waist, while his other hand caressed her cheek, gently tracing it.

Nalan Yiren’s figure was tall and slender, saying that she was dainty might be an exaggeration, but she was perfectly proportioned—not too much, not too little. The lines of her body were nearly perfect. Most importantly, her skin was very fair, what in Chen Mo’s previous life was called "cold white skin" online, just looking at it could delight the heart and refresh the mind.

Most crucially, Nalan Yiren possessed not only external beauty but also an internal allure that was bone-penetrating and soul-stealing, like countless tendrils pulling Chen Mo deeper into an abyss, unable to extricate himself.

Nalan Yiren initially didn’t know what else to do, and now Chen Mo was so enamored with her, not considering the broken bed at all. Additionally, as a dreamy feeling set in, she decided to go with it, holding Chen Mo tightly, closing her eyes, and thinking of nothing else.

...

...

It was unclear how much time had passed.

A sound echoed in the bridal chamber—a whimper, as if mixing grief and joy, quickly falling silent.

In the warm bridal chamber, only two breaths reverberated.

The bridal chamber, once pristine, was now a bit disheveled, with wood chips everywhere.

Amid a pile of broken wood, Nalan Yiren nestled in Chen Mo’s arms, her cheek resting against his chest. After resting for a moment, she lifted her face to look at the handsome face so close to hers: "Husband... Uh..."

Just as she spoke, Chen Mo captured her lips in a kiss, greedily savoring them.

For a long while, their lips parted.

Chen Mo glanced around, not seeing any cloth, and simply grabbed the scattered bedding on the floor, wiping the sweat from Nalan Yiren’s body. Then he kissed her forehead softly and laughed gently, "Beautiful?"

"Beautiful?"

Nalan Yiren was momentarily puzzled by Chen Mo’s meaning until he thrust his waist once more. Then she realized he was asking if that matter was beautiful.

Nalan Yiren glared at him in embarrassment and annoyance, getting up to leave.

But as soon as one half of her bottom left the ground, Chen Mo’s arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her back down, and she let out a soft, sweet moan.

"You..." Nalan Yiren’s eyes showed a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.

"Call me husband." Chen Mo patted the bed.

Nalan Yiren’s cheeks were still flushed, and hearing this, blushed even more. But since their relationship was already confirmed, she, albeit embarrassed, still called him husband.

"Ah, my wife is so obedient." Chen Mo kissed the corner of Nalan Yiren’s lips.

Nalan Yiren suppressed the shyness in her heart, also pulled over the blanket, wiped the sweat from Chen Mo’s forehead, and said, "Husband, now that we’ve finished the important business, what about the bed? How do we sleep later?"

"We’ll just sleep on the floor. There’s a carpet anyway, and with this weather, we won’t catch cold." Chen Mo caressed her smooth waist and back.

"I... I didn’t mean that. I meant, how do we explain tomorrow... about the broken bed." Nalan Yiren said with a red face. After all, the bed breaking like that was not something easily concealed.

"Just say it broke while we were sparring."

"You’re terrible, teasing me." Nalan Yiren bit Chen Mo’s shoulder lightly in frustration.

"I wasn’t teasing; I was serious." Chen Mo whispered in Nalan Yiren’s ear.

"Can... can this work?"

"It’s the only way. With so many people in the valley, secretly moving out the broken bed and swapping it for an identical new one is impossible."

"I’ll listen to you, husband, then let’s sleep now."

"Hold on."

"What is it?"

"The important business isn’t finished yet."

"Huh? Ah..."

Nalan Yiren exclaimed in surprise, then her whole body lifted off the ground as Chen Mo carried her, heading toward the window.

"Husband, what are you going to do?" Nalan Yiren clung tightly to Chen Mo’s neck, fearful of falling.

"Business."

Reaching the window, Chen Mo set Nalan Yiren down and whispered in her ear.

"No..."

Nalan Yiren instinctively shook her head.

"Trust your husband, my dear, you’ll like it..." Chen Mo patted Nalan Yiren’s smooth waist and back, coaxing her to turn around.

Nalan Yiren’s head shook like a rattle drum, but she still couldn’t resist Chen Mo in the end. Reluctantly, she turned around and leaned her hands on the window sill, gritting her teeth, "This won’t happen again."

Chen Mo happily agreed, but what he was thinking in his heart, only he knew.

Just as he was about to proceed, he suddenly saw their shadows reflected on the window paper.

Although there were only him and Nalan Yiren within a hundred meters, it was still quite conspicuous in the deep night.

Chen Mo waved his hand backward, and a sudden wind arose in the room. The flickering red candle flames extinguished instantaneously, leaving the room in darkness, and the shadows on the window paper disappeared along with it.

"Whew..."

Nalan Yiren breathed a sigh of relief, her resistance lessened considerably.

She had also been worried about this; though she hadn’t mentioned it, she had already suggested they extinguish the candles before the bed panel, but Chen Mo was unwilling.

Now, with most of the resistance gone, Nalan Yiren felt a faint anticipation.

But at this moment, Chen Mo suddenly left her side.

As she was wondering, the sound of jingle bells rang in her ears.

It turned out Chen Mo fetched the silver hand ring and foot ring she had taken off earlier and personally helped her wear them.

"Hus...band."

Nalan Yiren’s face became noticeably tense, her eyes embarrassed, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

"Dear wife, remember, now I’ll teach you a secret technique."

Chen Mo almost forgot about the Esoteric Dual Refining Technique, but he quickly recalled it and taught Nalan Yiren.

After all, cultivation was also important.

Cultivation combined with the wedding night, wasn’t that perfect?

Nalan Yiren, being in her twenties and having reached this realm, naturally had strong comprehension. In less time than it takes incense to burn, Nalan Yiren had learned it.

"Very good, dear wife, now let your husband teach you how to do it."

Chen Mo embraced the jade-like maiden from behind, controlled the steering wheel, and together with Nalan Yiren, operated the Esoteric Dual Refining Technique.

At this moment, both their souls felt a slight tremor.

The silver ring on Nalan Yiren’s hand clanged against the window sill.

She could sense a faint thread of energy circulating in Chen Mo’s body, and shortly after, a thread of energy in her own body began to merge, combine, ascend...and then transform into the purest spiritual power, infiltrating their limbs and bones.

She could feel her strength enhancing.

Although the improvement was just a tiny bit, it was equivalent to half a year of hard cultivation.

Her expression brightened with joy, her inner resistance completely gone, for these were tangible benefits.

She then operated the Poison Technique, intending to maximize the thread of energy that had been integrated into her limbs and bones, using the new insights she gained from Yue Puzi.

At the same time, the dormant Taotie Gu in Nalan Yiren’s body suddenly awakened as she operated the Poison Technique, refining the thread of spiritual power ready to merge into her limbs and bones, as though it had encountered its favorite food. The instant she executed the Poison Technique, Taotie Gu opened its mouth and devoured it.

A moment later, a thread of seven-colored light swiftly flickered across the Taotie Gu.

"The Taotie Gu is transforming..."

As the master of Taotie Gu, Nalan Yiren naturally sensed its change immediately.

She was quite astonished.

It’s known that the Taotie Gu undergoes three transformations in its lifetime.

With each transformation, Taotie Gu becomes stronger and gains a new color, transforming from the initial five colors to seven colors after three successful transformations, hence called Seven-Colored Taotie Gu.

And this Taotie Gu in Nalan Yiren’s body was already fully transformed, having completed three transformations, unable to transform further.

In the Poison King Valley records about Taotie Gu, three transformations are the limit, with no further paths available; at least Poison King Valley hadn’t developed a method for further transformation.

Yet now, Taotie Gu was showing signs of transformation again.

Furthermore, when the thread of seven-colored light flashed across Taotie Gu’s body, another surge of energy was integrated into Nalan Yiren’s body.

Taotie Gu was nourishing her in return!

"What’s happening here?"

Chen Mo raised his eyebrow, equally stunned.

This was different from his previous cultivation with Yue Ruyan.

To make a comparison.

Every time cultivating with Yue Ruyan, the Esoteric Dual Refining Technique’s enhancement on Chen Mo was like a drop of water falling into a pond.

But Nalan Yiren was different.

It was like a full pot of water poured into the pond.

The rise in water level in the pond was much more obvious than a single drop.

"Yiren, have you noticed anything unusual?"

Chen Mo realized this peculiarity didn’t originate from him but from her.

"Husband, you noticed too?"

Nalan Yiren thought Chen Mo had also observed the transformation in Taotie Gu.