After enduring countless tribulations, reuniting with Chen Yi after their separation, the Immortal’s heart had long since started fluttering in anticipation. On the journey back from the underworld, she had unconsciously touched the hairpin in her hair countless tis.
If she were to speak of fear—yes, she was afraid. The fear still lingered. He was ultimately a man whose heart held no clarity, yet the threads of attachnt were inextricably wrapped around her. Pressing down the trepidation in her heart, what remained was a fierce obsession akin to the White Tiger slaying the Red Dragon.
And besides, how could she deny that deep down, she harbored the desire to toy with Chen Yi in the palm of her hand?
He was leaving the capital, embarking on the long and winding roads of the Jianghu, teeming with Immortals of all kinds. If she didn’t let him experience firsthand how Immortals manipulate re mortals, how would he ever understand?
Thus, seizing control of him ahead of ti—making him obedient, realizing how easily the defenses of the mundane heart could fall. If he ca to understand this, then in the future, he might express eternal gratitude toward her, repaying her kindness a hundredfold for every ounce given. She could then lightly shake her horsetail whisk, offer a faint smile, and let everything go.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Yin Weiyin’s delicate nose subconsciously lifted slightly, suppressing a muffled groan.
She was not entirely without thoughts of their future together.
Now he had sunk deeper, nearly as if possessed, unable to extricate himself from her. Soday in the future... perhaps she might even turn the tables, drawing energy from him instead, granting him just enough cultivation to perceive it as a reward if she deed it appropriate...
The female crown’s eyes shimred with a silky light, countless thoughts flowing through her mind like a andering stream, sliding from top to bottom. For now, constrained by circumstances, she outwardly submitted, lowering her posture. But after all, it was only temporary. In her heart, she still longed to hear him call her "good elder sister," and not simply in words—but to willingly address himself as her little brother, revering her as a Goddess.
There was a hint of resentnt in Yin Weiyin’s gaze,
but not for the current situation...
Rather, for the way it resembled a child relieving itself.
"Good brother! Enough, enough, enough!"
"I won’t bully her anymore, I won’t bully her! I’m clear about it now..."
"Wuu, wuu! I’ll call her Sister then, alright? Sister Tingxue, Sister Tingxue..."
.........
Yin Weiyin had always been one to lack boundaries while pushing them beyond reason, but the little fox was entirely different—she was so obedient.
Even though she had beforehand cheered for Chen Yi, when it ca ti for the female crown to plead for rcy, she couldn’t help but look at Chen Yi with a beseeching gaze.
"Alright, alright..."
"Sister Weiyang knows her mistake now. Truly, she does."
"Can you be gentler?"
As they ended up entangled together later, her face flushed red as she did her best to avoid pressing down on Yin Weiyin, thoughtfully sharing the burden of her plight.
The little fox’s gentle and obedient nature, of course, made Chen Yi’s heart soften, though Chen Yi had always been soone who took pleasure in going against expectations. This ti, caught up in the mont, he showed far less rcy.
"Don’t do this again next ti..."
The girl’s damp, dewy skin clung to Chen Yi’s, softening his heart significantly, though his words ca out firmly:
"This isn’t sothing you get to decide."
"But you’re in control, aren’t you? I know." Yin Tingxue softened her voice, saying, "You’re in control. That’s why I’m pleading with you."
As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around Chen Yi’s, guiding his hand to her chest.
Her docile deanor was utterly endearing, lting Chen Yi completely. He looped an arm around her waist.
Just as he was about to respond, a movent stirred to his left, in the direction of Great Yin.
Yin Weiyin hadn’t actively clung to him but leaned against his arm instead. After the flush faded from her face, her usual Immortal air returned.
A woman seeing another woman act so coquettishly with her husband should have felt jealous. Yet Yin Weiyin found that when it ca to the little fox, she didn’t feel much resentnt.
It was only because the daughter of Xiang Wang truly had a gentle disposition—soft to an extre. She not only didn’t hold grudges against Yin Weiyin for setting her up once, but even spoke kindly on her behalf. Seeing her so pitiable, Yin Weiyin uncharacteristically felt a twinge of remorse in her own heart.
After all, they were comrades-in-arms wielding the sa spear.
Next ti, perhaps it would be better not to have Chen Yi host the Great Yin gatherings.
Fleeting, indistinct thoughts brushed past, and Yin Weiyin collected her emotions. Instinctively, she pressed a hand against her abdon—not because it was filled to the brim, but because in her Dantian, it felt as though sothing was flowing.
A faint wisp of Primordial Qi gathered within her Dantian, pooling like water in the depths of a cavern.
If viewed through the internal vision technique, one could see shimring ripples upon the surface, concentric circles expanding endlessly outward, as the faint Primordial Qi drew the cavern’s lake water together, slowly taking form.
Faced with these changes inside her body, Yin Weiyin’s pupils trembled slightly.
For practitioners of the Taoist Skills, exhaling and absorbing the essence of the sun, moon, and heavens was ant to draw in Primordial Qi, condense it into True Yuan, refine it, and integrate it into their spiritual caverns to enhance cultivation and progression on the path.
And while this faint wisp of Primordial Qi had not yet fully ford, it was unmistakenly a nascent beginning. With a bit more ti and further absorption, it could indeed condense into True Yuan.
Her cultivation... not only hadn’t been drained but had actually increased.
Chen Yi, having heard the slight commotion, turned his head and t eyes with the astonished face of the female crown.
"My Taoist Skill has actually..."
As she began to speak, Yin Weiyin quickly stopped herself, withdrawing her gaze nervously. She knew full well that Chen Yi despised the idea of her cultivating further strength and had repeatedly drained her progression on several occasions.
Seeing Chen Yi raise an eyebrow ever so slightly, the female crown instantly regretted it. Her cultivation had grown—she could have feigned ignorance, but instead, she blurted it out. Now, trouble lood; no doubt he’d feel justified in draining her again.
With this thought, Yin Weiyin’s anxiety grew, her fingertips quivering slightly.
To her surprise, however, the man chuckled faintly, stroking her cheek as he said:
"Your cultivation has grown? Hmm?"
Yin Weiyin hesitated briefly before nodding and replying, "Yes."
At her response, she glanced at him twice before lowering her gaze again.
Chen Yi found her deanor amusing, yet when he thought about it, her unease was rather justified.
Leaving aside whether he wanted her to ascend as an Immortal, she was now his fiancée and had endured an underworld ordeal. It was only natural for Chen Yi to treat her better. So during their monts of intimacy today, he had circulated the Resentnt Yin-Yang Technique, a dual cultivation technique that allowed all three of them to gain increased cultivation.
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