"That’s enough."
Amalia pushed him away.
She didn’t need to touch her lips to know they were swollen.
Kenny Lin licked his lips, clearly wanting more.
If given the chance, he could kiss her forever.
Otherwise, who knew when the next opportunity would come?
"By the way, what about that silly lizard if you’re going into seclusion?"
"It’s called Wealth, not Silly Lizard, and you are the one who named it," Amalia rolled her eyes at him, "Just keep it with you for now. If it wakes up midway, it will be inconvenient for me."
Being interrupted while cultivating internal energy could be troublesome.
"Fine, I’ll take care of it."
When it came to Amalia’s safety, Kenny Lin was serious.
Amalia took Wealth out from her bosom and placed it in his hands, "It started hibernating not long after we entered the Mystic Void Continent. It’s been almost two months now, and who knows when it will wake up."
This had happened before.
Wealth had absorbed too much energy, causing it to fall into a deep sleep.
However, it hadn’t been as long as this time.
But she understood.
Back then, Wealth’s strength wasn’t as high as it is now.
It might be evolving to a higher level, which explains the prolonged hibernation.
That’s why she wasn’t too worried.
"Its breath is very steady, and it has been consistently absorbing the spiritual energy of Mystic Void Continent. There won’t be any problems. That lizard is tough," Kenny Lin said dismissively.
"Let’s hope so."
After handing over their son, Amalia left some of the apprenticeship gifts from the peak masters with Kenny Lin.
Spirit stones were essential; if Wealth woke up while she was in seclusion and needed to replenish its energy, these spirit stones would come in handy.
Returning to Nameless Peak, she began her seclusion to cultivate the True Sun Spirit Method.
In Amalia’s mind, the True Sun Spirit Method, if cultivated with Yang Fire, would yield even better results.
Yang Fire, also known as the fire used in artifact refining, seemed almost tailor-made for Amalia.
The reason was simple.
While others who cultivated the True Sun Spirit Method would have to find an Artificer to provide Yang Fire day and night, not all Artificers could produce Yang Fire, as it depended on their cultivation level.
How her master cultivated the True Sun Spirit Method was unknown to Amalia.
The only thing she knew was that this method had a lot to do with her being an Artificer.
If it were someone else, her master might have given a different method or a different cultivation technique.
Amalia extracted a small cluster of primordial fire, which was hidden within the fire used for artifact refining.
Normally, the large flame seen during refining was mostly outer fire, while the inner fire was the primordial fire.
The final refined weapon relied on this primordial fire.
She extracted a tiny portion, about the size of a fingernail.
Despite its size, cultivating this small cluster was no easy task.
She then placed the primordial fire into her dantian.
Her dantian was a vast vortex of liquid spiritual power.
As the primordial fire entered, it was like a calm sea being stirred up, causing waves to rise.
The vortex spun faster and faster.
Amalia’s face turned pale.
Allowing something foreign into her dantian was no easy task, and she had to simultaneously use the True Sun Spirit Method to refine it.
She tried to circulate the True Sun Spirit Method while refining the primordial fire.
The pain in her dantian was intense.
No wonder her master said cultivating the True Sun Spirit Method required enduring great pain—this was no ordinary pain.
If the dantian were to burst, it would cripple her entirely, making the dantian the most fragile part of a cultivator.
To alleviate some of the pain, Amalia absorbed the spiritual energy from Nameless Peak while cultivating the True Sun Spirit Method.
Although Nameless Peak was isolated from the world, the spiritual energy on the mountain was as abundant as that on the Upper Nine Peaks, even more so than on the main peak.
The heavy rain on Nameless Peak turned into a light drizzle, creating a somber atmosphere.
Tian Wuya stood under the eaves with her hands behind her back, gazing into the distance.
While Amalia cultivated, Kenny Lin was also cultivating on the Upper Nine Peaks.
In a world of white, snowflakes fell thick and fast.
A sharp white sword aura sliced through the falling snow, not touching a single flake, finally landing on the mountain wall.
The massive mountain wall bore countless sword marks, some from Kenny Lin and some from Master Lian.
Every sword mark from Master Lian contained a trace of sword intent, creating a powerful impact that most people couldn’t bear to look at directly.
Kenny Lin not only looked directly at them but also tried to cover them with his own sword marks.
As he pushed the Celestial Unity Scripture to its limit, his robes fluttered despite the still air.
The surrounding spiritual energy converged on him, pouring down from above, causing quite a commotion.
Master Lian stood in front of his small hut and saw a tornado in the sky, carrying snowflakes from the peak like a giant white dragon.
After three days and nights, the white dragon finally dissipated, and the snow on the Upper Nine Peaks gradually began to fall again, quickly covering the ground with a thin layer.
Master Lian appeared near Kenny Lin, "With your current strength, it’s too early to resist my sword intent. However, you can absorb my sword intent. If you can comprehend it, it will greatly benefit your swordsmanship."
"It won’t affect my own path of the sword, will it, Master?" Kenny Lin raised his eyebrows.
Master Lian chuckled, "Should I call you arrogant or confident? If you had taken Tian Wuya as your master, she might have liked you even more."
"So, Master doesn’t like me that much?" Kenny Lin asked.