Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

“Did Young Master Xu tell Miss Qin about the nights we’ve shared together? I suppose not, right? I imagine Young Master Xu wouldn’t dare reveal such things to her…”

Mo Zhuer smiled as she gazed at Xu Ming, her soft, teasing voice brushing against his cheek. Her other hand had already slipped into his chest, and the bone-deep allure of her charm began to invade his body through her spiritual power.

Xu Ming silently chanted the Tranquil Heart Mantra.

As expected, the mantra effectively blocked Mo Zhuer’s attempts to erode his consciousness.

“Oh?” Mo Zhuer blinked in mild surprise. “It seems that your recent trip to the Sanshi (Three-Stone) Peak yielded quite the harvest. I wonder who taught you this technique that can resist me so well.”

“Take your hand away,” Xu Ming said coldly.

“Do you really want me to remove my hand?” Mo Zhuer’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Miss Qin about what we’ve done together?”

Xu Ming closed his eyes and spoke calmly, “If you want to tell her, then go ahead. It’s true that I was in the wrong, and I’ll take full responsibility for the consequences. There’s no need for you to use this to threaten me.

“If you think this will make me do whatever you want, then you’re far too naive.”

She pressed her small hand against Xu Ming’s heart, leaning closer with a playful smile. “Besides, the thought of us doing such shameful things in secret, without your childhood sweetheart knowing, does have its… thrill.”

Xu Ming’s heartbeat quickened violently.

In just a moment, the barrier formed by the Tranquil Heart Mantra collapsed completely.

The overwhelming allure emanating from Mo Zhuer’s spiritual power surged through Xu Ming’s mind, more intense than ever before.

Before he realized it, Xu Ming was losing control. His breathing grew heavier, and his gaze toward Mo Zhuer became filled with aggression.

Finally, unable to suppress himself, Xu Ming pulled Mo Zhuer into his arms, his hands roughly tearing at her clothing.

In no time, Mo Zhuer found herself pressed against the table, her back to Xu Ming.

“Young Master Xu, how rough you are,” Mo Zhuer teased, her voice laced with mockery. “Do you treat Miss Qin this way too?”

“Oh, that’s right—Miss Qin hasn’t let you touch her yet, has she?”

Even as her hands braced against the table, Mo Zhuer’s sharp tongue never ceased its provocations, continuously taunting Xu Ming.

Eventually, however, Mo Zhuer ran out of strength and could only bite her lip tightly to stifle any sound.

Half an hour later, the courtyard was a complete mess, with scraps of clothing strewn everywhere.

Mo Zhuer stood up, changed into a fresh set of clothes, and with a wave of her hand, cleared the remnants of their garments from the courtyard.

“Young Master Xu is getting rougher lately,” she remarked, leaning in to kiss Xu Ming’s forehead. “But I like it.”

With that, Mo Zhuer turned and left.

As Xu Ming regained his senses, he adjusted his clothing and sighed heavily once more.

He had thought the Tranquil Heart Mantra would be effective, but Mo Zhuer’s soul-devouring charm techniques were clearly a cut above.

Yet what puzzled Xu Ming was that this time, during their dual cultivation, it felt as though Mo Zhuer was suppressing some kind of anger within her.

At first, Xu Ming had the upper hand, but by the end, it was Mo Zhuer who had taken control.

Moreover, her words seemed to circle back to Qingwan every three sentences—who knows what’s gotten into her.

Xu Ming reset the overturned tea table in the courtyard and carried Shengsheng, who had fallen asleep against the wall, into the room. Afterward, he sat in meditation in the courtyard. ṛΆΝő𐌱Èṩ

By evening, Shengsheng woke up from her nap and groggily wandered into the courtyard.

Coincidentally, it was mealtime, and a maid from Tianxuan Sect delivered dinner. After finishing her meal, Shengsheng felt even drowsier, which struck her as odd—she had just woken up, after all.

The next morning, Shengsheng still hadn’t woken up. Xu Ming carried her out of the courtyard, where Wu Yanhan and a woman were waiting at the entrance.

“This is my personal guard—Ren. She’s a martial artist of the Golden Body realm. She’ll escort Shengsheng back to the Wu Kingdom. You can rest assured,” Wu Yanhan said to Xu Ming.

“Greetings, Wen Wu Qing,” Ren said, cupping her fists in salute.

Xu Ming returned the gesture. “I’ll leave her in your care.”

“Wen Wu Qing is too kind,” Ren replied.

“What’s wrong with Shengsheng?” Wu Yanhan asked, glancing at the unconscious girl in Xu Ming’s arms.

Xu Ming chuckled and shook his head. “If I asked her to leave willingly, she’d never agree. To be honest, you two share quite similar tempers in that regard. So I gave her a Sleeping Pill, one that will let her sleep for seven full days. During this time, she won’t feel hunger or thirst.”@@novelbin@@

He gently handed Shengsheng to Ren, who took her into her arms.

“I’ll leave her in your capable hands,” Xu Ming said as he removed a jade pendant from his waist and placed it in Shengsheng’s grasp. “When she wakes up, she’ll likely be very confused and frightened. Just show her this pendant, and she’ll trust you.”

“Please rest assured, Wen Wu Qing. I’ll deliver Miss Shengsheng safely to the Xu residence,” Ren said solemnly.

Xu Ming bowed deeply in gratitude.

Ren turned and departed with Shengsheng in her arms.

“Feel better now?” Wu Yanhan asked after Shengsheng had been sent off.

“Not entirely,” Xu Ming replied, fixing his gaze on Wu Yanhan. “As long as you and Qingwan remain here, I still can’t feel at ease.”

Wu Yanhan turned her head away. “Just worry about your childhood sweetheart.”

“Speaking of which, the Zixia Grand Ceremony is just a few days away. Is your Qingwan still in seclusion?” Wu Yanhan asked curiously.

Xu Ming nodded. “She came out of seclusion yesterday. I’ve already told her about everything. Now, we’re just waiting for Elder Wangxuan’s decision.”

“You’re not afraid Elder Wangxuan might side with Xia He?” Wu Yanhan asked.

“It’s possible, but not very likely,” Xu Ming said with a resigned sigh. “The real issue isn’t whether Elder Wangxuan supports the Tianxuan Sect’s leader but rather how many within the sect are secretly aligned with the sect master. Can Elder Wangxuan even tell who’s loyal and who’s not?”

“That’s true. Identifying such people is indeed no easy task.”

As Xu Ming and Wu Yanhan discussed, a dignified female voice interrupted them.

Both Xu Ming and Wu Yanhan turned toward the sound.

Wangxuan was walking toward the courtyard, her hands folded before her, taking steady, deliberate steps.