105 Zi Ji, Be Good
It’s common knowledge that dual cultivation and making love are not the same thing.
Dual cultivation is still a form of cultivation, while making love is the true pinnacle of human pleasure.
Having successfully obtained a sliver of the power of creation through the Procreation Chapter, Yan Zhen began to employ his full repertoire of techniques, switching positions, filling Zi Xunyi completely before stopping.
Upon the silent altar, soft moans and whispers echoed, eventually fading into tranquility.
Looking through the curtains of the stone bed, one could vaguely see the entangled figures of the young man and woman (?).
They lay side by side, Yan Zhen nestled against Zi Xunyi’s beautiful back, one arm tucked beneath her neck as a pillow, the other hand resting on her lower abdomen, gently caressing the faint bloodline divine mark.
Zi Xunyi, like a drowsy kitten, squinted her moist eyes, finding Yan Zhen’s touch incredibly comforting. Her body slowly recovered from the intense pleasure, the fierce passion replaced by a serene happiness that nourished her heart like sweet dew.
The warmth in her abdomen clearly indicated that she was now carrying Yan Zhen’s child. A sense of unprecedented peace and tranquility washed over her, a hint of maternal tenderness appearing on her face.
A month ago, she never would have imagined that she would become pregnant before marriage, let alone through a special dual cultivation technique.
“Is this enough?” Zi Xunyi asked lazily. “Should we transfer Ling’er’s consciousness into my body now?”
Yan Zhen moved his hand from her abdomen to stroke her lavender hair. “We should wait about a month, until the fetus has initially formed, before transferring.”
“Do I need to do anything during this month?”
“Are you talking about nourishing the fetus?”
Zi Xunyi blushed and nodded.
“There’s nothing special you need to do. Just carry on as usual. If any problems arise, let me know, and we’ll discuss it with Master.”
Hearing the word “Master,” Zi Xunyi felt a twinge of embarrassment. Although she wasn’t physically present, she knew Master Chen Xi was likely still watching over them.
Perhaps Master Chen Xi had witnessed the entire scene of her being ravaged by Yan Zhen. How could she face her afterward?
Thinking of this, Zi Xunyi curled up in Yan Zhen’s embrace.
Yan Zhen, noticing this, released her hair and held her closer, his hand resting over her heart, feeling its slightly accelerated beat.
“By the way, Zi Ji, are you planning to integrate your future memories?”
Zi Xunyi, while gently pushing his mischievous hand away, said, “That is me.”
—So there’s no need to integrate.
Yan Zhen chuckled, realizing he had underestimated his wife’s mindset. She could quickly accept the reality of him being a transmigrator and even showed great curiosity about his other world. Naturally, she could also accept her future self without needing his persuasion.
Actually, that wasn’t entirely accurate. Whether it was her past self or future self, it was still her. There was no question of acceptance.
The clumsy child who tripped on flat ground was her, the girl who secretly crushed on a classmate from the next class was also her, and the hardworking woman she became after starting work was also her.
More precisely, they were all “parts” of her.
The body housed the soul, the soul carried memories, and memories were the unique imprints of time, belonging only to oneself.
Perhaps rebirth was simply regaining lost time.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhen felt a jolt in his soul, his forehead throbbing. His Spiritual Power, already at the peak of the Manifest Realm, began a mystical advancement.
The five major realms of soul cultivation: Hidden, Manifest, Hidden-Midst-Manifest, True, and Profound. Under finer division, there were nine realms, the extra four being transitional stages, similar to the body tempering realms.
With a sudden enlightenment, Yan Zhen’s soul advanced from the Manifest Realm to “Hidden-Midst-Manifest,” his Spiritual Power now able to wander outside his body.
Upon reaching the Hidden Realm, he would be able to further separate his soul and project an avatar, moving freely like Zi Xunyi.
Soul cultivation was the opposite of body tempering. Body tempering required diligent practice, with effort playing a large role in strength. Soul cultivation, however, relied on enlightenment. A single moment of insight could be worth ten years of arduous practice.
Cultivating the soul meant cultivating the mind. Some grew stronger through terrifying life-or-death experiences, while others strengthened their souls simply by reading scriptures. It depended on talent and opportunity.
Yan Zhen closed his eyes, savoring the new realm of soul cultivation. His Spiritual Power, like an excited primary school student rushing home after school, burst out from behind the curtains, flying around the altar, eventually sensing Beautiful Master’s presence.
She was sitting cross-legged within the starry formation above, a light mirror suspended before her, reflecting the scene on the bed.
Sensing Yan Zhen’s spiritual fluctuation, she quickly retracted the light mirror, coughed twice, and said seriously, “Zhen’er, your soul has just advanced. You should calm your mind and consolidate your gains. Don’t let your spirit wander aimlessly, lest you give rise to inner demons.”
—It’s been a while since Beautiful Master criticized me~
Yan Zhen quickly withdrew his Spiritual Power, opened his eyes, and kissed Zi Xunyi’s cheek.
Zi Xunyi turned around, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at her husband, and said happily, “You broke through?”
Yan Zhen hummed in response. “It’s all thanks to you, Zi Ji. It’s great to have such a supportive wife!”
Zi Xunyi lowered her head and said shyly, “It was your own enlightenment. What does it have to do with me?”
“Our dual cultivation brought my Spiritual Power to the peak of the Manifest Realm, allowing me to advance smoothly.”
“Mmm~ W-what are you doing?”
“Thanking my wife.”
“I… Mmm… You don’t have to… Mmm… Don’t touch—H-husband~~~”
“Zi Ji, be good. Lie still.”
Soon, the young woman’s delightful moans echoed from the bed again.
Above, Chen Xi secretly observed her disciple and daughter-in-law’s dual cultivation, thinking that she and he had never tried this position before.
Except for that time he went berserk, Yan Zhen was usually very well-behaved and obedient towards her, his master. Even during their intimate moments, he was like an eager puppy, wagging its tail, doing everything to please her.
Perhaps… she could change their dynamic, try something new…
The night passed without words.
The next day, when Yan Zhen woke up, the person in his arms was gone, but Beautiful Master was sitting by the bed, gazing at him gently.
“Good morning, Master~” Yan Zhen sat up, yawned widely, and rubbed his eyes. “Where’s Zi Ji?”
“That girl was shy and left early.” Chen Xi smiled softly. “I checked. She has successfully conceived. The fetus should form in about a month. Then you can transfer Ling’er’s consciousness. The transfer ceremony is quite complex and requires certain materials for the formation. Remember to prepare beforehand. Here’s the list.”
Yan Zhen took the cloth napkin, glanced at it – not many items, all rare materials related to the soul.
“I’ll prepare them, Master.”
Chen Xi patted his head. “Don’t stay in bed. Get dressed and start forging your sword. At the current pace, it should be completed in ten days to half a month. However, to perfect it, you’ll need to visit the Yin Polar Secret Realm for the final quenching and tempering.”
Yan Zhen felt invigorated and nodded.
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