Long Yunhui was in a complicated state of mind.
Even he himself felt a bit dazed about the whole thing.
The Wanbao Pavilion had actually given him the Purple Mansion Spirit Ginseng just for staying the night!
Although, after waking up that morning, his body had been weak for three full days before returning to normal.
But he had indeed obtained the item, so naturally, there was no need to trouble anyone else.
Su Lingxi had been carefully observing Long Yunhui's expression.
Seeing his serious look and realizing he wasn't joking, she froze completely.
He actually got the Purple Mansion Spirit Ginseng?
Where did he get it?
"Third Senior Brother, I, I..."
Su Lingxi wanted to say something to defend herself and salvage her image, but Long Yunhui cut her off as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Junior Sister, I have some matters to attend to. I'll be taking my leave."
Right now, he was in no mood to talk to Su Lingxi.
...
As one of the most prosperous mid-to-large-sized towns under the Fallen Immortal Sect, Lingxi City was bustling.
The streets were lined with rows of closely packed buildings, teeming with people and extraordinary noise.
After leaving the Mu family, Long Yunhui wandered aimlessly down the street. By the time he snapped out of his daze, he was already standing at the entrance of the Wanbao Pavilion.
Three days ago, on a noon just like this, he had met with the manager of the Wanbao Pavilion and finalized that transaction.
He had felt humiliated that day. After all, the other party had used his need for the Purple Mansion Spirit Ginseng to coerce him into doing that kind of thing.
But...
Long Yunhui's gaze involuntarily shifted upward, landing on the second floor of the Wanbao Pavilion.
The room from that night was on the second floor.
As something flashed through his mind, his body tensed uncontrollably.
That night had been the most soul-stirring night of his entire life!
It was his first time realizing that such a thing could be so unforgettable.
Just thinking about it made him feel flush and hot, stirring an urge to do something!
Long Yunhui's Adam's apple bobbed.
Who exactly was that woman?
He had tried asking the servants at the Wanbao Pavilion, but found out nothing.
It seemed only the pavilion manager knew her identity.
Long Yunhui tightened his grip on the silver folding fan in his hand, suddenly filled with an intense desire to know who she was.
Was she, just like him, unable to forget that night?
"Young Master Long?"
An attendant guarding the door of the Wanbao Pavilion saw him. With a flicker of recognition in his eyes, he approached with a beaming smile. "Is the Young Master here to see our manager, or to purchase something from the pavilion?"
Long Yunhui's knuckles turned slightly white as he gripped his silver fan. He lowered his eyes slightly. "Just taking a walk."
"In that case, shall I show the Young Master around?"
The attendant enthusiastically ushered Long Yunhui into the Wanbao Pavilion.
Long Yunhui pursed his lips. This wasn't his original intention, but... there was no harm in going in to take a look.
"Alright."
In his ears was the sound of the attendant introducing the goods displayed on the mahogany shelves.
The Wanbao Pavilion engaged in a wide range of businesses. From antiques and jades favored by mortals to magical treasures and spiritual items sought after by cultivators, it had a dazzling array of everything.
Long Yunhui listened, but his mind was elsewhere.
"Does the Young Master not fancy any of these?"
Long Yunhui gently shook his head.
"Ahem, Young Master Long, are you perhaps here looking for someone?"
The attendant covered his mouth and coughed, suddenly lowering his voice to ask Long Yunhui, which immediately made Long Yunhui look up at him.
The attendant grinned. "Young Master Long, the manager has already given instructions. If you are here to look for someone, I can take you to the reception room."
Long Yunhui's heart suddenly clenched. He stared intently at the attendant, his throat feeling a bit dry.
They knew he was here... looking for someone?
He wanted to deny it, but found he had no way to do so.
Why had he come to the Wanbao Pavilion? He wasn't here to buy anything!
Why had he entered? Was it because the attendant was too welcoming, or... did he actually have an ulterior motive?
Something slowly burst open within his chest.
"Young Master Long, please head upstairs."
The attendant was very observant. With one glance, he knew what Long Yunhui was struggling with and made the choice for him.
...
Inside the quiet reception room, curling incense smoke rose from an antique bronze burner, infusing the entire room with an elegant and noble atmosphere.
Long Yunhui sat down. Before he could figure out what to say, the manager had already started speaking with a smile.
"Young Master Long, my master said that if you are willing to rest your feet here, she will offer one fairy-grade spiritual plant per night."
!
Long Yunhui shot up from his stool, his eyes wide. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly. "I didn't mean it like that!"
The manager chuckled, his face devoid of any disdain or shock. He reached out and gently patted Long Yunhui's shoulder. "I know, I know. Young Master Long is not that kind of person."
"However, this is just a token of my master's appreciation, a compensation for the toll taken on the Young Master's body. You absolutely must not refuse, otherwise, my master will be displeased!"
Long Yunhui was invited by the manager to sit back down in his chair. They chatted for a few more moments before the manager spoke again.
"Young Master Long, please go with the servants to prepare first. I will go inform my master right away."
Long Yunhui's hands, resting on his knees, suddenly clenched tight. His heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
He hadn't even said anything yet.
And the manager had already arranged everything.
But... it seemed he wasn't entirely repulsed by the idea in his heart?
...
When Yuan Shu received the letter from the Wanbao Pavilion manager, she was sitting cross-legged, nourishing the grain-sized lightning-element spirit root that had formed within her body.
Without the power of a male cultivator with a supreme spirit root, the nourishment of this foundation was very slow.
Seeing the message, Yuan Shu was slightly taken aback. She hadn't expected Long Yunhui to actually seek out the Wanbao Pavilion again.
However, thinking back to the dual cultivation she had completed that night using the Yin-Yang Harmony Art...
Especially for a man who had never experienced intimacy before, it was impossible to resist that kind of pull.
It wasn't impossible for him to want more after getting a taste.
The corners of Yuan Shu's mouth curled up, and she immediately sent a reply.
She had just been worrying about the difficulty of nourishing her supreme lightning spirit root, and to think someone would deliver himself right to her doorstep.
Since that was the case, why would she hold back?
Yuan Shu stretched her body, simply changed her clothes, and prepared to head out.
"Miss Yuan."
A clear, melodious voice came from the side. Yuan Shu paused slightly, turned her head, and saw Yun Sheng standing by the path, watching her unblinkingly.
"Yun Sheng? Is something the matter?"
"Miss Yuan, my... my strength has improved again." A flush of crimson appeared on Yun Sheng's fair face.
A pair of shimmering pink eyes gazed fixedly at Yuan Shu.
Yuan Shu blinked, stepped forward to grab his wrist, and sensed his energy. She raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Not bad, fourth level of Qi Condensation? It seems you really haven't been slacking off lately."
Yuan Shu thought for a moment, then took out some body-tempering pills from her Divine Tree Space and handed them to him.
"These will work even better when combined with a medicinal bath. They can clear the impurities from your body faster. Keep working hard."
Yun Sheng took the pills. His long, pale fingers grasped the pills, and at the same time, held onto Yuan Shu's petite, snow-white hand.
Yuan Shu raised an eyebrow and shifted her gaze up to look at him.
"Miss Yuan." He took a step forward, his beautiful cherry-pink eyes carefully tracing Yuan Shu's features.
Yuan Shu seemed to sense something. The corners of her lips curled up, and she reached out to hook a long strand of hair hanging by his temple.
Yun Sheng obediently lowered his head. His hand gently wrapped around Yuan Shu's waist as he kissed her lips.
