Chapter 24: Two Souls, One Body – Golden Nectar and Jade Dew
The Lower Dantian lies three inches below the navel—a particularly significant spot for disciples of the Hehuan Immortal Sect.
During the Dantian-opening process, cultivators of Hehuan secret techniques experience heightened desires far surpassing those in Qi Refinement.
Meanwhile, the Pure Yang Sacred Body would further evolve—returning to the innate from the acquired, achieving a flawless form!⁵
The Innate Pure Yang Dao Body!
It was the very foundation of cultivation for Hehuan sect members.
Developing the Lower Dantian was a lengthy, meticulous process. For orthodox cultivators, it required slow grinding and absolute patience.
Fortunately, Wang Xuan cultivated the Hehuan Sacred Canon.
He merely needed dual cultivation⁶ to progress.
No wonder the Hehuan Sect, part of the demonic path, was both despised and envied by orthodox disciples.
Wasn’t cultivation supposed to be a path of defiance, hardship, and bitter endurance?
So why did they get to level up fast and enjoyably?
Hence, you must die, or they’d never find inner peace.
Perhaps this was the real reason why Hehuan cultivators were hated by all in the cultivation world.
The days passed one after another.
Wang Xuan felt both bored and delighted.
Each day, he taught Li Mochou and Huang Rong some secret techniques, guiding the two women in their cultivation.
With the help of Golden Nectar and Jade Dew¹, their progress was astonishingly fast!
And on the tenth day, Xiaolongnü finally fell into a deep sleep.
Fortunately, this was recorded in the Divine Soul Codex, and Xiaolongnü’s physical condition remained normal, which allowed everyone to breathe easy.
“Husband, how long will Junior Sister sleep?”
Li Mochou asked aloud.
“At the fastest, three months. At the slowest—half a year, maybe more.”
Li Mochou frowned slightly, clearly worried whether such prolonged sleep would cause complications.
“Relax. If anything unusual happens, I’ll sense it right away.”
A few days earlier, he’d already sensed this possibility and had preemptively planted a spiritual imprint in Xiaolongnü’s Sea of Consciousness².
If anything went wrong, he would immediately force Lin Chaoying’s soul out.
Only then did Li Mochou ease her concerns.
A few more days passed, and both Li Mochou and Huang Rong had reached the tenth level of Qi Refinement!
“Husband, we’ve advanced so quickly… won’t that be unfair to Junior Sister?”
Li Mochou said as she leaned into Wang Xuan’s embrace.
Both were inheritors of the Ancient Tomb Sect. Yet Xiaolongnü fell into slumber for Grandmaster Ancestress’s sake, while she herself could do nothing.
So she felt a bit guilty.
“What’s the big deal? When Long’er wakes up, I’ll shower her with love to make it up.”
Hearing this, Li Mochou suddenly sat up and said seriously:
“Husband, be honest—have you been thinking about leaving the Ancient Tomb?”
Without waiting for Wang Xuan to respond, Li Mochou continued on her own:
“I understand. Husband has been considerate of our feelings—but because of that, I also want to consider yours. If you keep staying here with us, one day you might grow tired and start to resent us!”
“So, Husband—go ahead, leave the tomb and seek a new love. I’ll stay and take care of Junior Sister. Just remember to come back and visit us once in a while.”
Seeing the smile on the woman’s face, Wang Xuan was momentarily at a loss for words.
But… she wasn’t wrong.
No matter how breathtaking a woman is, spending every day together—eventually, one grows tired.
Perhaps… it’s time to leave the Ancient Tomb.
After all, the world was vast, with so many forests³—he couldn’t hang himself on just one tree.
“Madam Guo should leave with him as well. There are still many matters waiting for you outside, aren’t there?”
Li Mochou turned to Huang Rong beside her.
Unlike herself, the latter still had two daughters waiting in Xiangyang!
She’d have to face that eventually, no matter what.
“Of course—before Husband leaves, he has to reward me properly!”
As she said that, Li Mochou licked her lips—it was clear she hadn’t been fully satisfied earlier.
Luckily, if there was one thing Wang Xuan had in abundance—it was Golden Nectar and Jade Dew!¹
The next morning, after confirming Xiaolongnü’s condition was stable, Wang Xuan left the tomb with Huang Rong after a month of residence.
Meanwhile, Li Mochou summoned Hong Lingbo and took out a palm-sized jade bottle from her bosom.
“Lingbo, do you want to become stronger?”
“Then keep this safe. Take one drop every night before bed.”
“Master, what is this?”
Hong Lingbo accepted the bottle, puzzled.
“Something precious!”
Li Mochou’s eyes turned slightly complicated.
This whole bottle of Golden Nectar and Jade Dew—she had saved it drop by drop in secret.
All for the sake of her only disciple—Hong Lingbo.
No helping it—the little girl’s looks and physique were both severely lacking.
Wang Xuan didn’t have the slightest interest in her.
So Li Mochou came up with this method—to enhance her little disciple.
Disciple, oh disciple… your master gave you everything she herself couldn’t bear to consume—so don’t let me down!
While descending the mountain, Wang Xuan turned his head and smiled.
Beside him, Huang Rong immediately asked:
Wang Xuan didn’t explain.
There was no way Li Mochou’s little tricks could escape his notice—he had just been curious about her intentions.
Now, he finally understood.
As for whether Hong Lingbo could transform from an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan with that stuff—that was up to her fate.
After a month’s absence, Wang Xuan once again stepped into the jianghu⁴.
As soon as Huang Rong appeared in the town below the mountain, several beggars surrounded her.
“Guild Leader, Hero Guo ordered us—if we see you, we must tell you to return to Xiangyang immediately!”
Huang Rong replied expressionlessly as she dismissed the beggars, then turned to Wang Xuan.
“I’ll go back with you.”
Wang Xuan offered proactively.
He had already done all sorts of things with this man’s wife—never even met the husband. That would just be rude.
“It’s a good chance to meet Hero Guo face-to-face.”
Upon hearing this, Huang Rong hesitated for a moment, then pleaded with Wang Xuan to spare Guo Jing.
“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything to him.”
Wang Xuan smiled lightly.