The Endless Sea was desolate. With ample positive feedback from Ye Chen, Luo Bingling reveled in controlling him. Subtle foot movents, varying rhythms, elicited different reactions. Manipulating him was too easy. She enjoyed it, brainstorming new tricks. Each satisfied expression from him fueled her thrill, driving her on.
Ye Chen, helpless, let her be—traveling was idle ti. Her technique lagged behind Su Yuxuan's seasoned flair but had its own charm. Her larger foot arch added a unique curve. Both had rits, no better or worse.
Her barely hidden disdain, especially when casting cleansing spells—frowning, lips pursed—created a striking contrast, amplifying Ye Chen's visual and ntal thrill.
The journey elevated his experience. Each system cooldown, he gifted Dao Charm Pills. He had Extre Dao Weapons, but with no critical hit from her, their value far exceeded 4,000x feedback. Gifting them was wasteful, so he held back. He ensured positive feedback, occasionally acting flustered.
She grew more excited. When she excelled, he shared cultivation insights via her navel, like completing the War God Clan's Healing Secret fragnt she practiced. After receiving the full version, her eyes showed not joy, but confidence and pride…
Ye Chen sighed helplessly.
…
"Not returning to Heavenly Evolution Holy Land?" Luo Bingling frowned as they reached the Great Yan Continent. She'd cracked Ye Chen's code, realizing her past haste backfired. Now, she was patient. He'd use Yellow Spring Water to break through to Second Heaven Mahayana. She'd use Minor Space Technique and Space Divine Stone to forge her Cave Heaven, reaching Third Heaven. Then, with more War God Clan treasures, she'd fully ta him—make him drool, limp, reverently offering the Dao Cauldron.
Ye Chen shook his head. "I have business at Heavenly Intention Holy Land first!"
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Yellow Spring Water wasn't for direct use—he'd gift it for a critical hit. Her portion was barely enough for one prodigy. His body, soul, and domain were too extraordinary—her amount wouldn't suffice. He had to gift it. His master no longer triggered criticals after his "betrayal." Senior An's multiplier was too low. Fan Qinghe nearly burst last ti, but her Mahayana breakthrough likely boosted her multiplier, maybe rivaling Luo Bingling's.
But Fan was tricky. He hoped she'd cultivate slower, letting him "absorb" more, avoiding an incomplete session. Only one choice remained: the fiancée. Gifting her the Star River King Body's origin raised her multiplier to 4,000x. Another critical hit would yield great rewards. He could also gift her the Firmant Overlord Body's origin, further boosting her.
…
Luo Bingling frowned, hearing Ye Chen was heading to Heavenly Intention Holy Land. She knew it housed his "stolen" fiancée, Yi Qingwu. Despite her waist and feet, he still sought other won. This irked her, fresh from reveling in her control over him. Worse, it delayed cultivation.
She knew him well—sothing solvable in minutes, he'd drag out for weeks. Wasteful. She closed her feet, suppressing disdain, and said softly, "Can't we skip it? We should return to Heavenly Evolution Holy Land to seclude and break through…"
Ye Chen inhaled sharply, eyes dazed. Sensing a chance, she doubled down, unleashing all her skills. He'd always favored other won, ignoring her. Stopping him from seeing Yi Qingwu would elevate her status.
Finally, after a long while, head bowed, she cast a cleansing spell with disdain. Smiling, she looked at him. "Fellow Daoist Ye, can we go straight to Heavenly Evolution Holy Land?"
Wiping his mouth, refreshed, he shook his head. "No…"
Her face darkened, abs twitching, nearly exploding with rage.
…
For three days, she sulked, withholding her waist and feet. Ye Chen wasn't fazed—they were both scheming. With the Dao Cauldron, he held the upper hand. No tug-of-war needed.
As expected, three days later, she caved. After so much effort, quitting now would waste it all. Unacceptable. Plus, with Ye Chen chasing another woman, a cold war would only give others a chance. No way.
Cold-faced, she pulled his hand back to her waist. Her jade foot, hidden in golden boots, reerged.
Ye Chen's lips curved. Tad…
…
Another week passed.
Heavenly Intention Holy Land's gates appeared. Ye Chen shuddered, set Luo Bingling aside, withdrew his hand, and eagerly activated a seal.
At Heavenly Intention Holy Land, Yi Qingwu, lecturing at Holy Maiden Peak, suddenly trembled…
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