(T/N: This chapter may contain explicit scenes; reader discretion advised)
In the afternoon, the small bamboo courtyard was bathed in warm sunlight.
Preparing for body tempering was simple.
Or rather, in front of Ning Xian, many complex steps could be omitted.
Fang Xuan, as instructed, removed his upper garment, baring his torso, and sat on the stone stool in the center of the courtyard.
Ning Xian stood before him, holding the glowing mystic spirit stone in her hand.
Her expression was focused, her clear, cold eyes fixed on the spirit stone.
She gently infused it with spiritual energy.
The mystic spirit stone's surface radiance was contained, gradually disintegrating from within, finally transforming into a ball of spiritual light, quietly suspended above her palm.
The subtle application of the laws of space made the refining process silent, yet surprisingly effective.
"Calm your mind and focus your spirit, guide spiritual energy into your body, and wait for me to engrave the array patterns."
Ning Xian's voice was steady.
Fang Xuan closed his eyes, relaxing his mind and body.
He could feel a gentle spiritual energy slowly approaching his back.
Then, there was a slightly ticklish sensation.
There was no intense pain as he had expected; it was quite comfortable.
He hadn't activated the sensory conversion module; it genuinely felt comfortable.
He could see, with his inner vision, that under Ning Xian's precise control, the ball of spiritual light was transforming into complex and profound blood-red patterns,
deeply imprinting into his flesh, meridians, and even the depths of his bones.
The patterns intertwined, subtly forming a vast spirit-gathering array.
...................
The entire body tempering process was faster than imagined.
In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the ball of spiritual light in Ning Xian's palm had completely vanished, fully integrated into Fang Xuan's body.
Fang Xuan opened his eyes and slightly moved his shoulders.
Aside from a lingering cool sensation on his back, there was no other discomfort.
His cultivation seemed a little more solid, and the speed of his spiritual energy circulation appeared to have increased by a sliver.
He tried to actively absorb the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
"Whoosh—"
Instantly, with him at the center, the spiritual energy in the small courtyard surged towards him like mad.
The speed was so swift that it formed a spiritual energy whirlwind around his body.
Ning Xian, behind him, quietly watched this scene unfold.
She knew the spirit-gathering body was extraordinarily effective, but the intensity of its initial manifestation still exceeded her expectations.
Junior Brother's physical foundation... was even better than she imagined, and his affinity for spiritual energy was also very high.
It could be said that his compatibility with the mystic spirit stone was almost perfect.
More importantly, Junior Brother's yang qi became more apparent beneath the surging spiritual energy.
She involuntarily swallowed, her throat feeling somewhat dry.
"Hmm? Senior Sister, why is your face red?"
Fang Xuan happened to turn his head at this moment, seeing her slightly flushed face and somewhat unfocused eyes, and asked curiously.
"Ah?" Ning Xian hadn't fully recovered, her little head went blank for a moment, and she subconsciously raised a hand to touch her hot face, her gaze darting away.
"The... the weather is too hot, yes, the sun is a bit strong."
Fang Xuan looked up at the sun, filtered by bamboo leaves into dappled shadows, then at Ning Xian, who was wearing a long dress and standing in the shade of a tree.
Hmm...
"It is a bit hot," he still complied, saying with a smile as he picked up his clothes and put them on.
Clothed, his appearance showed no significant change, except for a faint, peculiar spirit pattern on his back.
Well, in Fang Xuan's own words, it looked quite 'cool'.
Coupled with the white bandage wrapped around his entire right hand and his casually tied black hair, a few strands always falling loose...
Fang Xuan illuminated himself with spiritual energy, feeling he had 'that vibe'.
The kind that said, 'I have many stories, I'm powerful but I won't say it'.
He then carefully sensed the changes within his body.
The speed and total amount of his spiritual energy circulation had increased by at least thirty percent.
The barrier to the Transformation Realm now seemed to be just a thin paper window away.
He had originally estimated another half a month... his cute Senior Sister—the Senior Sister who could be used for...
Now it seemed... perhaps he could try to break through tonight? Fang Xuan mused to himself.
The effect of this spirit-gathering body was truly potent.
Senior Sister really had everything arranged for him.
From the initial black sword Yunchang, to the cultivation method she chose, and then the bone-exchange.
And his right hand, allowing him to directly borrow Senior Sister's space sword intent.
Now, this spirit-gathering body...
He propped his chin, his gaze falling on Ning Xian, who was tidying up the residual spiritual light.
She was slightly bowed, her profile delicate, and sunlight danced through the bamboo leaves in her hair.
"Senior Sister is truly beautiful," Fang Xuan blurted out.
Ning Xian's fingers, which were focused on calming the spatial fluctuations, trembled slightly, her heart fluttered as if gently tickled by a feather, skipping a beat.
She forced herself to calm down, not turning her head, but her earlobes, however, flushed crimson honestly.
It wasn't her fault... it was all Junior Brother's, for so blatantly... seducing her.
She finished tidying the last trace of spiritual energy and turned to walk towards Fang Xuan.
Fang Xuan was still sitting on the bamboo chair, watching Ning Xian approach.
"Senior Sister?"
Ning Xian had already reached him, leaning slightly, her hands braced on the bamboo chair's armrests, encircling him in a confined space.
Her clear, cold eyes now shimmered with moisture, and held a hint of... 'fierceness'.
"Wait, Senior Sister..." Fang Xuan was startled by her sudden offensive, subconsciously wanting to remind her, "It's broad daylight... and we're outside."
"I don't care."
Ning Xian directly cut him off. A lustful Senior Sister should have the awareness of one; what was wrong with daytime?
She directly snuggled into Fang Xuan's embrace, her arms circling his neck, tilting her small face up to actively seek his lips, her intention to kiss was unmistakable.
Fang Xuan leaned back under her pounce, the bamboo chair gave a slight 'creak'.
His arms naturally circled her slender waist, and he lowered his head to meet the offered red lips.
"Mmh..."
The moment their lips met, Ning Xian couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, her body completely softened, like a pool of melted spring water.
She could only weakly slump into his embrace, letting him deepen the kiss.
Fang Xuan held her waist steadily with one hand, while the other gently clasped her slender neck.
His fingers slowly moved up, stroking her moist lips, feeling the humid breath from her hurried breathing.
Ning Xian's eyes were already veiled with a captivating mist, her consciousness hazy.
Fang Xuan watched her intoxicated state, lowered his head, and kissed her again.
This time, it was deeper, more unrestrained, parting her lips, intertwining with her soft, tender tongue...
"Mmm~ stop..." Ning Xian was breathless from the kiss, finally managed to turn her head away, letting out a soft protest.
The corners of her eyes were red, with a few tears welling up.
"Then I'll be gentler?" Fang Xuan said with a smile, his lips lingering on her flushed earlobe...
"Don't... don't be so gentle..." Ning Xian buried her hot little face in his neck, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.
"Okay."
Fang Xuan agreed, simultaneously shaking his head slightly.
Such a strong feeling... he really couldn't hold back.
He already said it; Senior Sister was clearly seducing him.
...................
Clothes slid down...
The chair began to gently sway.
Fang Xuan's hand around her waist tightened slightly, adjusting their posture to bring her closer to him.
The other hand slowly moved down, stroking her flat, soft lower abdomen: "Senior Sister... what's this bulging out here?"
"Ah?"
Ning Xian's little head was already a muddled mess, completely unable to keep up with his rhythm, and she didn't know what strange things he was saying, only able to emit single, helpless sounds.
Fang Xuan no longer teased her, his fingers feeling the slight tension and heat beneath her skin.
Then began a new round of conquest.
The rustling bamboo leaves covered some of the subtle, blush-inducing sounds.
The shifting sunlight elongated their intertwined silhouettes, casting them onto the bluestone slab.
One firm, one soft, then began...
And a certain Senior Sister, who verbally resisted but whose body was utterly honest, had long since been completely defeated, only able to cling tightly to him...
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