Chapter 146: Young Master, You Gonna Get Some?
In the days that followed, the entire Cangzhou City could hardly contain its excitement.
First came the thrill of the Three Heroes of Cangzhou making it to the upper floors of the Myriad Path Divine Tower, then came the scare when the tower nearly collapsed. Lastly, the whole town basked in the glory of being in the global spotlight, drawing countless transcendent masters. Every single event was worthy of gossip and discussion, with tales circulating in teahouses, taverns, and even brothels.
If you were there for the action, some people would actually pay to hear your firsthand account—talk about a hit story!
However, amidst all this chatter, no one mentioned Yun Zhonghe’s feat of climbing 35 floors. It was as if a gust of wind deliberately steered everyone’s attention elsewhere, like smoke and mirrors.
As a result, this stretch of time was relatively peaceful for Yun Zhonghe and company, giving them a break to heal and rest in the Yun household.
That day took such a toll on the trio, especially after their spiritual realms advanced; they needed time to stabilize. Yun Zhonghe had barely enough time to breathe again, given he had barely trained in ages because his cultivation was bound to Mu Jixue.
Now, with his spiritual realm reaching the early stages of initial understanding, he finally had a chance to proactively enhance his spiritual energy. Although it wouldn’t directly aid his cultivation level, more spiritual pearls meant stronger future combat abilities.
Twenty-one spiritual pearls were just the beginning.
Mu Jixue and Lin Zhongyu also managed to solidify their spiritual states and reach initial understanding fully, which led to some remarkable phenomena: a surge of spiritual energy gathered around their residence, boosting both of their cultivation levels. Mu Jixue reached Foundation Establishment Eighth Level, while Lin Zhongyu progressed two levels to Foundation Establishment Seventh Level.
This transformation sparked much jealousy; being able to draw down spiritual energy was purely about luck, not personal talent or strength.
One could say they were two very fortunate individuals with great fates, capable of enhancing their realms just by stabilizing.
Adding to the excitement, Master Qin of the Xuantian Sect declared new disciples would be able to report there in three days, with those failing to arrive within fifteen days considered to have resigned themselves. The sect follows a tradition where new members need to make their way there alone during a set period, serving as a test of their capabilities.
It’s no wonder they’re considered the East Continent’s top—challenges are embedded even from the start.
For super-rich families’ children, however, things were different—each would get assigned a spirit boat and reach the sect in a breeze. But the sect doesn’t view this favorably; they see birthright as merely another kind of ability, nothing special. As long as one isn’t breaking laws, feel free to exploit every resource at hand.
Only the truly elite had individual spirit boats; the Yun family fell short.
Without a spirit boat, only raw power and determination could get him there, so these days had been spent conserving all his energy.
Even as an avid sword technique enthusiast, he didn’t even think to brush up on Xia Wudi’s techniques. He was solely focused on his reporting preparations.
Thus, he got a rare extended nap and found himself dreaming—a rather intense dream.
“I’m warm, brother Yun!”
In Yun Zhonghe’s dream, back in the Scripture Pavilion of the Myriad Path Divine Tower, Mu Jixue once again pushed him to the ground. She then sat astride him, grabbing his hand and moving it towards her…
“Brother Yun, I want…”
“Brother Yun, I need…”
“Ahh… Brother Yun, so good… Oh! Feels like… I’m almost…”
Even more unbelievable than what actually happened, Yun Zhonghe dreamed that Mu Jixue really did “do stuff” to him, as he slid into her surprisingly snug warmth—wait, what’s up with this AGAIN?
Could it be he’d had similar dreams in the past? Indeed, just days ago, one night he woke with a sense of bewilderment—and messiness.
Clearly, that kiss had shaken the ‘just buddies’ status quo. Even as he clung to the notion that they were just friends, deep, deep down, everything had changed.
And like before, he couldn’t move due to that chilling spiritual aura, only to be released and awaken with a sudden jolt. He checked his undergarments—thankfully clean today.
Sighing in relief, “Phew… What am I thinking? I must be losing it.”
Huang Aotian, fated protagonist. And he, a mere yellow-haired nobody, dared to fantasize!
Not only would his tiny head risk being chopped off, but who knows, maybe the big head too.
But… For a lifelong pure bachelor like Yun Zhonghe, that kiss definitely shook him.
Even though it had initially felt dangerous, now that he was safe, the memory still stirred something in his heart.
“No, no, no! I can’t let this happen! I’ll always just be the simple yellow-haired buddy!”
Yun Zhonghe took a deep breath, trying to stay firm.
Absolutely nothing could let on his impure thoughts about Mu Jixue.
“Huh? What’s unallowable, Young Master?”
Just as Yun Zhonghe was building mental defenses, a familiar bulge slowly grew under his quilt.
“Yun Zhonghe!?” Peach Nine squealed, emerging from the covers with a look of scrutiny.
“Why are you creeping in my bed, Peachy!?”
Startled and confused, Yun Zhonghe’s mind stuttered, while Peach Nine stared from beneath, eyes questioning.
“Don’t overreact, like you were caught with your hands in the cookie jar.”
“Your lips were swollen, you checked my laundry, noticed my underpants missing…”
Peach Nine looked up mischievously, “Have you been up to no good, Young Master?”
Yun Zhonghe froze. She had noted his inner yang essence had depleted a bit, and his newly replaced underwear was missing.
“Checking, huh? Just how did you check?”
Suddenly noticing her luscious lips shimmering, Yun Zhonghe shuddered.
Did she… use her mouth…
