Chapter 391: True Qi Reversal

A young woman’s soft moans echoed, filling the room with an intimate warmth.

An unknown amount of time passed. The water in the bathtub had grown mostly cold, yet their body temperatures remained burning hot. Zhao Linglong had melted into a puddle, leaning against Yang Xun’s chest without even the strength to lift a finger. During their lingering passion, her initial nervousness and shyness had gradually been replaced by a bone-melting sensation she had never experienced before, making her feel as though her soul had been drawn from her body.

“Xun, so this is what it feels like,” she said, her voice hoarse and trailing off with a note of deep satisfaction.

She had thought it would feel similar to using her hands, but only after experiencing it did she understand this intoxicating, heavenly bliss.

Yang Xun lowered his head and kissed the crown of her hair. Pressing his palm against her smooth back, he channeled a gentle stream of True Qi to nourish her exhausted body. “How do you feel?”

“Like… I’ve flown above the clouds,” Zhao Linglong replied, her cheeks flushing as she buried her face in his chest. “I thought the things I read in those books before were just exaggerations, but they’re actually true.”

Yang Xun chuckled softly but didn’t reply, as he could feel the Sheep Origin Qi within Linglong’s body slowly overflowing, tentatively pouring into his own body like a gentle stream.

“Linglong, I’m going to extract that power from your body now,” Yang Xun said, his voice dropping a few pitches with solemn seriousness. “It might be a little uncomfortable. Bear with it for a moment.”

Zhao Linglong offered a soft hum of agreement, nestling her delicate body closer into his arms. “I’m not afraid.”

Yang Xun closed his eyes and circulated the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique. He slowly guided the gentle Sheep Origin Qi over, drawing it strand by strand into his Dantian. Unlike the intense reactions he had experienced when absorbing the Rabbit Origin Qi and Snake Origin Qi, the Sheep Origin Qi was soft in nature. It felt like a stream melted from the warm spring sun, carrying a soothing essence as it flowed through his meridians.

But strangely, the moment the Sheep Origin Qi was about to fully merge into his Dantian, Yang Xun felt a faint, almost imperceptible blockage. It was like an invisible barrier standing between the Sheep Origin Qi and his Dantian. Though weak, it undeniably existed.

Yang Xun frowned slightly, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he increased his output of True Qi, gently shattering the barrier.

BOOM!

The moment the Sheep Origin Qi surged into his Dantian, a warm, nourishing power instantly spread through his limbs and bones. Yang Xun immediately felt his Perception sharpen to the point where even the sound of Zhao Linglong’s eyelashes fluttering became clearly distinguishable. In the instant the power entered his Dantian, a fleeting, almost unnoticeable tremor rippled from its depths.

Yang Xun opened his eyes and looked down at Linglong, who had already closed her eyes from exhaustion. Her breathing was even, and the flush of passion still lingered on her cheeks. Curled up against his chest like a well-fed kitten, she was fast asleep.

He didn’t rush to refine the Sheep Origin Qi. Instead, he lifted Linglong out of the bathtub, wrapped her in a towel, and gently laid her back on the bed. Moonlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, coating her peaceful, sleeping face in a silvery glow. Lying beside her, Yang Xun reached out to tuck the stray hairs scattered across her cheek behind her ear before he too drifted into a deep slumber.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Linglong unconsciously rolled over in her sleep. One of her arms draped across Yang Xun’s chest, her cheek pressing into the crook of his shoulder. Groggy, Yang Xun felt her body heat and instinctively tightened his arms, pulling her closer. A moment later, the intimate, intertwined gasps of a man and a woman echoed through the room once again.

A night of lingering passion ensued…

The next morning.

Yang Xun opened his eyes to see Linglong still nestled in his arms, sleeping soundly. Her eyelashes were slightly curled, and her cheeks were a rosy pink. The blanket only covered her up to her chest, revealing her smooth, pale shoulders, delicate collarbones, and the full curves of her breasts. He thought to himself that he had completely exhausted the poor girl last night, so it was best to let her sleep a little longer.

Moving as quietly as possible, Yang Xun got out of bed, got dressed, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. He fried some eggs, toasted some bread, sliced fruit, and cooked a pot of Xiaomi porridge.

By the time he carried breakfast to the dining table, footsteps sounded from the stairs. Zhao Linglong walked down barefoot, wearing an oversized white T-shirt. Her long hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, and her eyes were still bleary with sleep.

“Xun… you’re up so early?” Her voice still carried the nasal tone of someone who had just woken up. She walked over to the table and sat down, her eyes lighting up slightly at the sight of the lavish spread.

“You were exhausted yesterday. Hurry up and eat while it’s hot.” Yang Xun sat across from her and pushed a bowl of porridge toward her.

Zhao Linglong’s cheeks turned red as the intensely embarrassing scenes from last night inevitably surfaced in her mind. She had passed out from exhaustion several times, only to be roused back to wakefulness by his relentless teasing. She realized why he had said she needed to build up her health before undergoing treatment; with her previously frail physique, she wouldn’t have been able to handle such an intense workout.

Blushing, she lowered her head and took a sip. The warm porridge slid down her throat, heating her whole body. She lifted her gaze to peek at him before quickly lowering her head again, a faint blush spreading to the tips of her ears.

“What’s wrong?” Yang Xun asked, noticing her bashfulness and watching her with an amused smile.

“I just feel so happy,” Zhao Linglong said, flashing a sweet smile before her expression suddenly turned crestfallen.

Yang Xun knew what she was thinking. This happiness was only temporary. Xu Yue would return in a couple of days, and when that happened, they would have to maintain their distance. Reaching out to gently ruffle her hair, he said softly, “There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Eat a bit more so we can continue tonight.”

Covered in coy embarrassment, Linglong hastily ducked her head and focused on her food.

After breakfast, Yang Xun cleared the dishes. By the time he returned to the living room, Linglong was already sitting cross-legged on the sofa, clutching the remote and flipping through TV channels. She had changed into a light blue loungewear dress and was curled up on the couch like a lazy kitten. Since he had nothing planned for today anyway, he decided to keep her company and enjoy some quality time together.

It was only after he sat down on the sofa that Yang Xun remembered he hadn’t yet refined the Sheep Origin Qi. He sank his Divine Sense into his Dantian and began circulating the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique, guiding the cluster of recently absorbed Sheep Origin Qi to fuse with his existing True Qi.

At first, everything went smoothly. The Sheep Origin Qi was gentle in nature, obediently merging into his True Qi cyclone like a tamed Spirit Beast. However, the moment the power was about to fully fuse, Yang Xun suddenly felt his True Qi reverse its flow. Immediately after, an unprecedented, agonizing pain exploded from deep within his eyes!

The abnormality occurred without any warning, feeling as if countless red-hot silver needles had simultaneously pierced his eyeballs.

“Ugh…” Yang Xun let out a muffled groan of pain, his entire body suddenly tensing up.

Startled by the sound, Linglong hurriedly leaned closer. “Xun? What’s wrong?”

Yang Xun was completely incapable of answering. He could feel the True Qi within his body surging in an entirely wrong direction. The backward-flowing power rampaged through his meridians, leaving a burning trail of agony in its wake, before finally rushing entirely toward his eyes.