Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 40: Love gradually grows after the reunion, and the gift of treasure is given in the hope of reunion

After a while, the spiritual energy around the woman from the Yanyue Sect surged violently. She bit her lower lip tightly, her teeth almost embedding into her delicate skin. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her forehead and slid down her fair cheeks.

Under the influence of the "Hehuan Powder," her consciousness began to blur, but a voice within her heart screamed, demanding she break free from this "soul-binding spell." She painstakingly formed seals with her hands in front of her, her movements slowed slightly by the heat and exhaustion, but she never stopped. Spiritual energy surged through her body like a tide, striking against the magical shackles that bound her. Finally, with a crisp sound, the "soul-binding spell"'s constraints shattered.

But at this moment, both of them were deeply under the influence of the "Hehuan Powder." The heat surged like a surging wave, constantly beating against their rationality. Lin Fan's eyes were blurry, his consciousness was already scattered, and his body reacted instinctively and uncontrollably.

At some point, the woman stumbled, her body unsteadily approaching him. Driven by this invisible force, their bodies first lightly touched, then pressed tightly together, and finally embraced each other.

Their hands eagerly explored each other's bodies, their movements filled with panic and anxiety. Lin Fan's hands first ran through the woman's silky hair, caressing the strands with his fingertips, then slowly slid down to her back.

The woman's fingers trembled slightly as she was untying Lin Fan's clothes. Inadvertently, she touched his burning skin, the temperature of which seemed to burn her fingertips.

Then, their lips pressed together in a passionate, unreserved kiss, as if they were merging their souls into each other's bodies. The air was thick with heat, igniting everything around them. Their clothes slipped off one by one in the heat.

The woman's moon-white gauze skirt fell to the ground first, softly and silently, like a bright moonlight pouring down onto the ground, casting a hazy shadow. Following closely behind, Lin Fan's clothes also fluttered down one by one, scattering messily around.

Gradually, everything around them became blurred, leaving only each other's rapid breathing and the pounding heartbeats like drums, interweaving and echoing in front of this quiet cave for a long time.

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The next morning, the cave was mottled with light and shadow. Fine rays of sunlight squeezed in through the gaps between the branches and leaves at the entrance, casting patches of light on the ground.

Lin Fan slowly woke up, his head felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, with dull pain. The lingering effects of the "Hehuan Powder" were still lingering in his body, making him feel weak all over.

Beside him, the woman was still sleeping. Her beautiful face looked even whiter and more charming in the dim light, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her cheeks like butterfly wings.

As soon as Lin Fan moved, the woman slowly opened her eyes. Their gazes met, and the air froze for a moment. Panic, embarrassment, and shame flashed across their eyes, and for a moment, neither of them knew what to say.

It was Lin Fan who broke the silence first. He turned his head slightly and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Miss, last night... I'm sorry, it was my fault."

The woman's cheeks flushed red, and she bit her lower lip and whispered, "It's not your fault. If you hadn't intervened, I'm afraid... I should be the one to apologize."

The two of them hurriedly stood up, turned their backs, and hurriedly picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and dressed themselves.

After she finished dressing, the woman turned to face Lin Fan and bowed slightly. "My name is Li Ling'er, and I'm a disciple of the Yanyue Sect. May I know your full name, sir?"

"My name is Lin Fan, and I'm a disciple of the Yellow Maple Valley." Lin Fan said in return.

Lin Fan bowed slightly, looked at Li Linger sincerely, and said solemnly: "Miss Li, if you have any problems in the future, you can come to Huangfeng Valley to find me. I will do my best to help you with anything I can." He said it in a decisive tone, with unquestionable determination in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Li Ling'er felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She raised her eyes to gaze at Lin Fan and gently opened her red lips: "Mr. Lin, I will never forget your help. If I really have any difficulties, I will definitely not be polite to you." After saying this, she nodded slightly, her hair fluttering in the wind, her eyes full of gratitude.

Though their time together was brief, the accident brought them together. On the brink of life and death, they joined forces to resist Chen Yu's schemes, and the intrusion of the "He Huan Powder" brought them together. This experience has left a deep mark on each other's hearts.

The moment of separation quietly approached. Outside the cave, sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, casting a golden hue across the ground. Li Ling'er gazed at Lin Fan, her eyes shimmering with a thousand words, yet she didn't know where to begin. She bit her lower lip gently, her teeth leaving a faint mark on the tender pink of her lips, her reluctance evident in her words.

Lin Fan also had mixed feelings in his heart. He reached out and gently smoothed the hair by Li Linger's ear, and said softly: "Miss Li, if you have any difficulties in the future, please be sure to inform me. The door of Huangfeng Valley is always open to you." His voice was low and firm, and every word was full of concern.

Li Ling'er nodded slightly, pulled out a delicate sachet from her bosom, and handed it to Lin Fan. Her voice choked with emotion, "I made this sachet myself. It contains the spiritual herbs I collected, which can calm the mind and spirit. Wear it, young master, and it will be like having me by your side." Lin Fan took the sachet, a delicate fragrance lingering around his nose, a scent that mimicked Li Ling'er's unique aura. He carefully placed the sachet in his bosom, then pulled out a storage bag and handed it to Li Ling'er. "Here are some cultivation resources, all accumulated over my life, and they're of decent quality. While they're not particularly valuable, I hope they can aid you in your future cultivation." Lin Fan spoke sincerely, his eyes filled with concern.

Li Ling'er looked at the storage bag handed to her, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. Then she waved her hands repeatedly, "Master Lin, this is too valuable. How can I accept it? You've done enough for me."

Lin Fan, however, pressed the storage bag into her hands, holding her hand. His gaze was firm. "Miss Li, there's no need to be so formal with each other. Take this. You'll inevitably run into resource shortages on your future cultivation journey, and these might be able to alleviate your immediate needs."

Li Ling'er felt the warmth of his palm, her heart warmed, and her eyes reddened slightly. She nodded gently, her voice choking with emotion, "Okay, then I'll accept it. Master Lin, this kindness will be remembered by Ling'er."

The two stood there in silence, the air around them frozen, time seemingly slowing down. Lin Fan's gaze roamed over the woman, tracing her features inch by inch, as if he were carving her final image. He observed the gentleness between her eyebrows, the way her hair brushed against her cheek in the breeze, trying to imprint these images deeply in his mind.

The woman also looked up at Lin Fan, her eyes filled with reluctance and longing. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she had a thousand words to say, but they were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word. Her hands unconsciously grasped the corners of her clothes, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Finally, the time had come to part. Lin Fan's chest rose and fell violently, and he took a deep breath of the cool air, as if to transform it into armor against attachment. He gritted his teeth secretly, and with all his strength, he tore his gaze away from the woman and slowly turned around. In that moment, he felt as if he had used up all his strength, every inch of his muscle resisting the action.

His legs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead, and each step was an immense struggle. But he knew he had to move forward. He straightened his back and, step by step, resolutely walked towards the entrance of the forbidden area. The wind whistled, ruffling his clothes like a mournful melody for this departure. He never looked back, only silently praying in his heart, hoping for a reunion someday.

After Lin Fan left, Li Ling'er was still lost in the melancholy of separation, and it took her a while to come back to her senses. She raised her hand and gently touched her chest, where the storage bag Lin Fan had given her was hidden. She felt a warmth coming through her clothes. With a hint of curiosity and gratitude, Li Ling'er used her spiritual sense and carefully reached into the storage bag to investigate.

The first thing that caught his eye was fifty mid-level spirit stones, emitting a bright and rich spiritual energy. Clear and deep spiritual patterns meandered on the surface of the spirit stones and were quietly arranged in the bag, as if telling of Lin Fan's generosity.

Looking again, twenty talismans, both primary and high-level, were neatly stacked. Each talisman shimmered with shimmering runes, their lines meticulously outlined, imbued with immense power. These talismans could unleash power far exceeding that of ordinary spells, capable of turning the tide of battle at a crucial moment. Li Ling'er couldn't help but recall the moment when Lin Fan had severely injured Chen Yu with a talisman. These talismans might become crucial for her future protection.

The one hundred elementary and intermediate talismans, though numerous and as numerous as stacks of thin paper, each held extraordinary spiritual power. While not as powerful as the higher-level talismans, they held the advantage of numbers. In the face of ordinary dangers, they could be used continuously, buying her time to escape or strike back.

At the bottom of the storage bag, two top-tier magical instruments lay quietly. The hairpin, a translucent, glittering artifact meticulously crafted from rare and precious jade. Intricate runes were engraved on it, and in the sunlight, a faint glow shone through it, as if proclaiming its extraordinary power.

This hairpin is not only an exquisitely shaped ornament, but also an extremely powerful magical weapon. Once activated, it instantly transforms into a brilliant beam of light, piercing the enemy's vital points like lightning. The attack also has a paralyzing effect, instantly hindering the flow of spiritual energy and rendering the victim unable to move.

Another magical instrument resembled a bright moon, emitting a soft and cool glow. It seemed to be carved from a mysterious cold jade, with a moonlight-like halo flowing slowly across its surface.

A faint circle of runes circled the edge of the magical instrument, shimmering with silver light, contrasting with the cold glow. When danger approached, the magical instrument could instantly unleash a circular light curtain. This light curtain was as solid as a rock, not only able to withstand powerful magical attacks, but also converting some of the attacking spiritual energy into its own defensive power, continuously strengthening the light curtain.

Li Ling'er's eyes welled up as she gazed upon these precious resources, her heart filled with emotion. She knew all too well that these were Lin Fan's hard work, and that this friendship was as heavy as Mount Tai. At that moment, Li Ling'er secretly vowed to make good use of these resources to improve her strength and repay Lin Fan in the future.

After some time to adjust herself, Li Ling'er finally sorted out her chaotic emotions. She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with determination and resolve.

Looking up at the sky, I saw that the inky night was gradually fading away, the eastern sky was turning pale, and a few thin clouds were dyed with a light orange-red, like an ink painting carefully painted by nature.

A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, bringing a hint of coolness that made her even more awake. Li Ling'er knew it was already the morning of the third day since entering the forbidden area. Time was running out, and every minute and every second was slipping away like the sand in an hourglass.

She subconsciously touched the storage bag, which still felt a hint of warmth. Li Linger knew she couldn't afford to delay any longer and had to rush to the forbidden area's exit. After noon, the forbidden area would be completely closed.

By then, what awaited her might be endless darkness and unknown dangers, or she might be trapped here forever, with no chance of ever seeing the light of day again. Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, gathered herself, and took a firm step, running towards the exit in her memory.

(End of this chapter)