Chapter 1499 - 809: Dream-Entering Technique (Two-in-One)

The moonlight softly seeped through the thin gauze of the window lattice, spreading a layer of hazy brightness within the bedroom.

A lingering fragrance wafted in the air, the scent of musk burned by the female crown in the room. Between the pillows and cushions, there remained a trace of warm intimacy from the skin-to-skin contact after dual cultivation. The lamps had been extinguished; only this moonlight sketched the blurry contours of objects within the room, outlining her profile close at hand.

Chen Yi lay sideways, his palm still retained the delicate touch of skin, and the warm, relaxed feeling brought about by the integration of Primordial Qi during the cultivation technique.

One must admit, this Taihua Mountain Dual Cultivation Technique, despite its myriad flaws and evils, is top-notch for matters of the bed. It not only gives an exquisite sensation as if brushing over every particle but also provides a clarity of mind rather than the usual dizziness following lovemaking, making one feel increasingly spirited.

If only it could be used to tease the Little Fox.

He thought contentedly, remaining quiet for a moment, listening to the slightly uneven breathing of the person beside him and realizing she hadn't yet fallen asleep. Turning over, he saw Yin Weiyin lying facing inward, the embroidered quilt slipping down to her waist, exposing a segment of jade-like back glowing delicately under the moonlight, with the lines of her shoulder blades rising and falling gently with her breath.

He couldn't help but lean closer, placing a soft kiss on that smooth back.

Yin Weiyin's body trembled almost imperceptibly but didn't respond. Instead, she pulled the quilt up to cover that patch of skin. Chen Yi chuckled softly, reaching out to embrace her shoulder,

"Why aren't you happy?"

Chen Yi's voice sounded gentle.

When not in the best mood, he was always exceedingly patient with the women around him, especially with Yin Weiyin.

The muffled voice of the female crown emerged from between the coverings, somewhat indistinct: "No."

"Weren't you going to comfort me? How come now you're the one who's unhappy." Chen Yi teased.

"I'm not unhappy." Yin Weiyin shook off the hand encircling her shoulder.

They were just a step away from the goal, yet she fell into demonization today, especially today, she cursed Master Yunzhou silently for his poor timing.

Behind her, Chen Yi was pushed away, but he persistently drew his arm back around, like sticky candy.

He's also blind!

Yin Weiyin shook his hand away again, this time with more force.

Chen Yi did not continue to pressure her but simply lay quietly, knowing what was bothering her.

Yin Weiyin lay sideways, instinctively clenching the soft quilt with her tired legs, mind swirling with indescribable thoughts. Just now during dual cultivation, the cultivation technique flowed smoothly without obstruction, the mutual exchange of vital forces reached deep within; the body felt carefree and joyous, yet...

The female crown's eyes lowered slightly, recalling their earlier conversation while writing a character together,

"Why do you seek immortality?"

"For immortality."

"Once you attain immortality, what do you desire then?"

"Having achieved immortality, there is nothing else to seek."

"Yes, but if I don't desire nothing right now, what do I need immortality for?"

Yin Weiyin was left speechless, only responding after a while:

"But at present, you're not devoid of desires, how would you know what it's like to lack them..."

"I wish to be unconstrained."

"But achieving immortality brings great liberation, unconstrained as desired."

"Yet you just said lacked desires..."

"Indeed, without desires, naturally one can be unconstrained."

"If devoid of desires, being unconstrained is akin to water with no roots; what you're speaking of is a horse that is not a horse. Don't think I can't see through your sophistry, Luan Huang, you're too inexperienced at playing word games with me."

"You..."

Unable to outargue him, she resorted to silent frustration.

The lingering warmth from the skin-to-skin contact hadn't dissipated, and the comfort from the flow of vital energy within remained true and genuine, yet her heart felt inexplicably empty, far from free.

She recalled his gaze while holding her hand, writing the character "Xian," truly calm as water. It was supposed to be her giving him a wake-up call, yet he turned the tables instead.

Immortal.

Xian.

The two characters spun in her mind, intertwining strokes yet clearly distinct. One belongs beyond the mountains, aloof and detached; the other has departed from home, impossible to return. The idyllic scene she depicted in which fowl and dogs ascend to heaven suddenly seemed a bit... one-sided against his simple, ancient "Xian" character.

Did he truly believe in the ascension she envisioned? Or rather, deep down, had he already equated "becoming an Immortal" with "dispersal"? Thus, it resonated with Master Yunzhou's obsession and left a lingering melancholy in his eyes when discussing immortality.

Yin Weiyin took a light breath, exhaling slowly, trying to calm her thoughts. Wrapped in the warmth of the covers, she couldn't dispel the chill at her heart. She suddenly wanted to turn around, clutch his arm, and ask what he truly thinks, ask whether he genuinely believes that continuing on this path would ultimately lead to inevitable separation.

But her pride, her composure as Taichua Goddess, and... a trace of indescribable timidity kept her merely curling up tighter, burying half her face into the pillow that carried both their scents.

For now, she'd first enter dreams, think about it tomorrow.

Chen Yi listened to the gradually becoming steady and long breaths, knowing she truly slept.

He lay flat, closing his eyes, preparing to descend into slumber.

The nights of Chang'an City seemed extraordinarily deep, leaving only the sound of the wind passing through the corners of the eaves, extremely faint and light. Yet in this slowly silent night, beneath Chen Yi's closed eyelids, his eyes subtly shifted.

He didn't open his eyes, instead focusing his attention quietly.

It's here.

A sharp sound breaking through the sky approached from afar.

Chen Yi suddenly opened his eyes, showing no sign of drowsiness, pulled back the covers and got up, moved to the window, and pushed it open a crack.

With a whistle, a dim sword light silently slipped in, suspended a foot in front of him—it was none other than the returning Tai Sha Sword.