Chapter 59: Du Xian Sect 17 Part 1

No wonder Lu Yun Ting had been so clever since he was little.

Xun Ji lay lazily on the bamboo couch, his entire body feeling limp and numb. He didn’t even want to lift a finger.

He had poured his heart and soul into it without exaggeration. To say he had fully recovered was no overstatement either—every one of his spiritual veins had been fed to bursting.

No wonder the original body had risked ruin and disgrace to use the Dual Cultivation Secret Technique. It was indeed highly effective. After just one night of cultivation, not only had his remaining year of lifespan been fully replenished, but it had also been extended by a large margin. Xun Ji was quite satisfied with this outcome. Lifespan wasn’t something he needed in excess; enough to complete tasks was fine.

The Dual Cultivation Secret Technique was great, but it took a toll on Lu Yun Ting.

Xun Ji turned his head to glance at his disciple, who lay unconscious beside him.

It hadn’t been this bad in the previous rounds, but this time, the damage from the technique to the body was one thing, and this guy’s inexplicable determination to torment himself to death was another. Combined, even someone as resilient as the protagonist couldn’t endure it.

Fortunately, Jiyang Zhenren, that sly old fox, had plenty of Great Tonic Pills, if nothing else.

Xun Ji pulled out a few top-grade pills and casually stuffed them into Lu Yun Ting’s mouth.

Lu Yun Ting’s pale complexion visibly improved, and his tightly shut eyelids trembled slightly. Seeing this, Xun Ji quickly lay back down, pretending to be exhausted and unable to wake.

Next, the plot of the evil master and the fleeing disciple should unfold! After personally experiencing the pain brought by the Dual Cultivation Secret Technique, Lu Yun Ting’s respect for Jiyang Zhenren turned to hatred. He fled Du Xian Sect and activated the grand male lead’s dark transformation and villain-slaying mode.

Xun Ji closed his eyes in some anticipation and heard rustling sounds by his ear—Lu Yun Ting had sat up.

The thin quilt covering them was lifted, bringing a cool breeze. Xun Ji belatedly realized that both he and Lu Yun Ting were completely naked. A gaze as tangible as substance locked onto him, inch by inch, from top to bottom, as if inspecting something.

This kid wouldn’t regret helping him after suffering too much last night and decide to kill him right here, would he? A trace of unease rose in Xun Ji’s heart. Though if it really came to blows, he was at least Late-stage Nascent Soul and could easily handle someone who had just advanced to Nascent Soul, striking at the protagonist as the villain always felt like courting death.

Fortunately, Lu Yun Ting had no intention of laying hands on him. He opened his mouth instead.

Xun Ji’s upper body shot up, grabbing Lu Yun Ting’s disheveled long hair and pulling him away from between his legs. His pupils contracted in shock, his expression filled with horror as he sternly demanded, “Lu Yun Ting! What are you doing?!”

Lu Yun Ting was forced to tilt his head back, a suspicious trace of moisture still lingering at the corner of his mouth. He wiped it with the back of his hand and said calmly, “Master is no longer pretending to sleep? Then let’s continue.”

“Continue? Why continue?!” Xun Ji was greatly shocked. What was wrong with the protagonist? Where was the promised humiliation and flight?!

Lu Yun Ting let out a short laugh. “Why must Master act this way? Performing the Dual Cultivation Secret Technique once only extends lifespan by a little over a year. That’s far from enough for Master, isn’t it?”

Xun Ji blurted out, “Last night was more than once. By the end, your legs were so weak you couldn’t even kneel. It must have been four or five times at least.”

Lu Yun Ting stiffened. “The first few times… Master didn’t cooperate, so the secret technique didn’t succeed. It was just… just pure physical union… Only the last time did the secret technique activate.”

Xun Ji felt deeply wronged. “Where did I not cooperate? You just hadn’t mastered it, wasting several chances in vain. You finally activated the secret technique, then passed out from pain after just one success.”

Lu Yun Ting’s face flushed alternately pale and red. He simply grabbed the thin quilt, threw it over Xun Ji’s head, and pushed him back onto the bamboo couch.

Before Xun Ji could react, he felt the weight of another body on him. Warm skin pressed against his inch by inch, and that scalp-numbing ** sensation enveloped him once more.

Perhaps because it had been used too roughly last night, this time the entry was effortless.

“So… now… this disciple will continue cultivating with Master.” Lu Yun Ting’s voice came through the quilt into his ear, carrying a hint of unconcealed tremor. “Master wants as much lifespan as he desires—take it all.”

Magical fluctuations arose everywhere. With every movement Lu Yun Ting made, it felt like a sharp knife twisting through his body, piercing pain to the core, unbearable agony.

This is fine. This is what Master wanted, isn’t it?

“Sigh… so stupid, so stubborn, so disobedient.” Master’s voice came through the thin quilt, sounding somewhat angry, or perhaps merely helpless—Lu Yun Ting couldn’t tell.

“Where’s the disciple? Clearly an ancestor.”

A white glow rose from Xun Ji’s palm, enveloping Lu Yun Ting’s entire body like a cool spring flowing through his limbs and bones, soothing all pain. The Dual Cultivation Secret Technique was forcibly interrupted.

“Lift the quilt.” Xun Ji said.

Lu Yun Ting froze for a moment, then subconsciously obeyed his command.