"Girl, bring out the jar of peach blossom brew," Mo Junhua instructed by Lan Tian’s ear.
Lan Tian’s mind was currently a mess, and she didn’t even know what she was doing. Out of habit from her past life, she did whatever Mo Junhua told her to do. With a thought, a jar of peach blossom brew appeared beside the two.
"Good girl," Mo Junhua kissed Lan Tian as a reward, opened the jar, took a big gulp of the peach blossom brew, and while Lan Tian’s consciousness was still muddled and not yet clear, he passed the liquor from his mouth to hers.
Lan Tian swallowed instinctively, and once she had swallowed, Mo Junhua fed her again, giving her half the jar. He drank the remaining half, then swept the empty jar to the side.
"Girl, have you advanced yet?"
Mo Junhua didn’t act rashly; he always remembered that the girl had said she couldn’t consummate their relationship until her realm had advanced.
The drunken Lan Tian, her mind empty, couldn’t hear what Mo Junhua was saying.
"Girl, can we consummate now? Can we?"
"Consummate." The drunken Lan Tian didn’t know what she was saying; she was just repeating Mo Junhua’s words.
This was exactly what Mo Junhua had been waiting for.
When Lan Tian woke up, her mind was still groggy and blank, her eyes dull as she stared at the ceiling, as though she wasn’t really seeing anything.
Just then, the door was pushed open, and Mo Junhua entered. Lan Tian’s unfocused eyes slowly regained their sparkle, and turning her head to see Mo Junhua by the bed, some fragmented images flashed through her mind. She wanted to take a bath, then somehow ended up on the bed and kissing Mo Junhua. Her brain must have been smashed by a door.
"The girl is awake," observing the girl who was clearly in a daze, Mo Junhua bent over and kissed Lan Tian.
Lan Tian was shocked, and without knowing why, she sprung up wanting to give Mo Junhua a beating, only to realize her body felt as if it had been run over by a cart.
"What’s happened to me?"
A trace of panic flashed in Lan Tian’s eyes—she had never encountered such a situation since she began her cultivation.
"It’s nothing, just tired. Rest for a few days, and it’ll be alright. Are you hungry? I’ll go get you some porridge."
Lan Tian didn’t hear Mo Junhua’s words at all; she was entirely focused on worrying that something was wrong with her body, and she even overlooked the fact that Mo Junhua had kissed her. She circulated her Mixed Element Decision, with Spiritual Energy roaming throughout her body, and after a small cycle, the soreness in her body had eased a lot. Discovering this surprise, Lan Tian repeatedly circulated Spiritual Energy within her body for healing, and after several small cycles, the soreness was gone.
After her body recovered, Lan Tian realized her cultivation level had inexplicably advanced by one whole realm, from early-stage Foundation Establishment to mid-stage.
There must be a demon in the abnormal!
Cultivation levels don’t just increase without reason. Lan Tian circulated her Divine Sense to inspect her body, especially her Dantian. If there was something wrong with her Dantian, she would be finished. After scanning her Dantian over and over without finding any abnormalities, she moved upwards scanning her chest and Sea of Consciousness, all without abnormality. Then, she scanned her abdomen, no... abnormalities.
How could it be missing?
Her Divine Sense scanned again, nothing, still nothing, really nothing. Her Primordial Yin was gone. Combining the previous symptoms of lower back pain and weak legs, if Lan Tian still didn’t realize what had happened, she might as well be dead.
"Mo Junhua, I’m going to kill you."
Looking ferocious and malevolent, she jumped up and ran outside. After taking two steps, she felt a chilly breeze on her body, looked down to see herself stark naked, grabbed a set of clothes and a sword from her Sleeve Universe, put them on, and went outside barefoot.
The servants who heard Lan Tian’s scream rushed over, thinking something had happened to her. They saw her, sword in hand, looking ready to kill someone, and they couldn’t help but shudder at her cold, unfeeling gaze.
My god, the young miss is terrifying.