Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 188

Lin Le led Ling Muzhu to the entrance of Qingshanlou Restaurant and found it to be quite lively.

"Would you two like something to eat?" A waiter asked as soon as the two entered.

"Let's find him a nice seat first, so he can listen to the storytelling." Lin Le gestured with his chin toward the person in the center who was reciting the story.

"Alright!" The waiter turned around and called out loudly, "Two people in the private room on the second floor!"

The waiter then respectfully led Lin Le and Ling Muzhu upstairs.

His focused expression made it hard to believe that this waiter was actually a powerful cultivator at the seventh level of the Golden Core stage.

After sitting down, Lin Le asked, "Do you still accept spirit stones here?"

"We don't accept that," the waiter said casually. "Those are items belonging to immortals; we can't give change."

"And the gold?" Lin Le asked, picking out a gold melon seed.

Upon seeing the golden melon seeds, the waiter's face immediately lit up with a smile: "Yes, yes, please. What would you like to eat, sir?"

"Just keep the tea and snacks running." Lin Le seemed to remember something and turned to ask Ling Muzhu, "By the way, does Senior Sister have any dietary restrictions?"

Ling Muzhu shook her head: "No."

"Just pick the type you like," Lin Le said to the waiter.

"Okay, I'll go arrange it right away," the waiter said with a fawning smile, picking up a golden melon seed.

Lin Le leaned against the railing, watching the "father and daughter" playing in the center of the restaurant, and began to clap along to the rhythm.

Ling Muzhu was also listening from the side.

Although they were pretending to be ordinary people, they were, after all, cultivators, and their musical skills were far beyond what ordinary people could match.

Soon, the waiter brought over a large plate of melons, fruits, dried meat, and tea.

Grabbing a handful of sunflower seeds, Lin Le cracked them open while watching the performances unfold on stage. The program was quite diverse, featuring a variety of instruments, including traditional Chinese string and wind instruments, as well as storytelling and crosstalk.

They watched until dark, and as the night watchman's drum sounded, someone who seemed to be the manager came up to the stage and said, "Esteemed guests, it's time for the restaurant to close. Please go home."

Lin Le threw down the fruit peel in her hand, stood up from the railing, and said, "Let's go, senior sister, let's go to the next match."

"The next match? Where?" Ling Muzhu asked, puzzled.

"Pear Garden, let's watch a play," Lin Le said.

He had a keen ear and, while watching the show, he didn't forget to gather some information. The storyteller at Qingshanlou was indeed the most brilliant, but the opera singer at Lihuayuan was the best.

At Pear Garden, Lin Le spent some money and got two front seats.

Not long after, as the two were having tea, they suddenly heard the sound of a gong.

The fun has begun.

An old woman stepped onto the stage, covered her face with her sleeve, and said in a loud voice, "Ha! Here at Jimingyi, the girl has captivated everyone."

"I am an old widow named Sang, with two sons and one daughter. My eldest son is Sang Zhong, my second son is Sang Xin, and my daughter is named Sang Gui. She is known for her love of romance, attracting many suitors and seeking marriage with all sorts of people. Those she finds compatible are like honey in the air..."

As the recitation continued, one by one, the male, female, painted-face, and clown characters took to the stage.

At the most exciting part of the play, the actress playing Jiuhua Niang leaped up and put her bound feet on the shoulders of the male martial arts actor she was acting opposite. The actor then grabbed her buttocks and swayed as he left the stage.

Even knowing that both actors were men, the audience still cheered.

Ling Muzhu blushed as she watched.

"Junior brother, are all these plays so...licentious?" she couldn't help but ask Lin Le.

"No, not at all." Lin Le shook his head while cracking sunflower seeds. "Usually in this situation, they would just say 'Come with me' and then leave the stage. But this is a pink play, so it's naturally a bit explicit."

"Oh." Ling Muzhu nodded. "Does Junior Brother enjoy watching it?"

"It's alright," Lin Le said, taking a sip of tea. "It's not bad for passing the time."

"I see." Ling Muzhu pinched the hem of her clothes with her fingers.

Two hours later, the theater closed.

Lin Le stretched and said, "Senior sister, let's go back."

"Okay." Ling Muzhu nodded slightly.

Riding on auspicious clouds back to their cave, Ling Muzhu suddenly tugged at Lin Le's sleeve: "Junior brother, let's begin cultivating the Yin-Yang Intercourse Technique."

Lin Le was taken aback, glanced at Ling Muzhu's blushing face, and without asking why, smiled and nodded: "Okay."

In the quiet room, Lin Le and Ling Muzhu sat upright, but both of them were wearing thin gauze clothes, which could be faintly seen through their skin.

Without saying a word, the two reached out and placed their hands together, one on top of the other.

As his magical power began to circulate, a similar sensation to the first time washed over him. Lin Le felt his magical power pouring into Ling Muzhu.

Fortunately, Ling Muzhu's foundation was built to the limit of the third realm, which was no less than Lin Le's. Even though Lin Le's magic power surged in, it did not cause her too much harm.

Ling Muzhu's face flushed slightly. Although her foundation was no less than Lin Le's, the difference in their cultivation levels still existed. Most of the mana from the sixth level of the Golden Core realm had been poured into her body, leaving her with a feeling of fullness. When a certain amount of mana was inputted, Lin Le felt that as his mana poured into Ling Muzhu's body, Ling Muzhu's mana also began to flow into his body, and the flow became faster and faster, matching the speed at which he was outputting mana.

The two began to merge their magical powers, and they accelerated this fusion. Lin Le, having studied it beforehand, found it easy to do, while Ling Muzhu, with her excellent comprehension, quickly became proficient with Lin Le's guidance.

Soon, the two completed the first level of the Yin-Yang Intercourse Technique.

Next came the second level of cultivation—Lin Le embraced Ling Muzhu, their hands sliding over each other's arms, right hand to the back, left hand to the buttocks, gently stroking the upper body and patting the lower body.

The two then embraced and kissed, their upper lips touching their lower lips, like the sun and moon turning, swallowing the east and sipping the west.

The first half of the second level of cultivation was not difficult for the two of them, and they quickly completed a thorough warm-up.

This refers to the latter half of the six postures, which prepare for the third level.

Their eyes met; her silver-blue eyes were shy and hesitant, and she blinked only once to indicate her agreement.

After completing the cultivation of the Six Forms, Ling Muzhu's Stone Maiden Difficulty was broken by Lin Le, and she entered the third level of cultivation.

However, Ling Muzhu failed at the very beginning of her third level of cultivation, leaving her with no experience whatsoever.

Lin Le was also affected, just as a scalding hot boulder was rapidly cooled by cold water, causing it to crack instantly.

The primordial yang and primordial yin rush into each other's bodies.

Like a plant receiving fertilizer and irrigation, the Red Sun Spirit Root grows even more vigorously. It is no longer limited to the spine and begins to grow into the limbs and bones.

The Dragon Sparrow Martial Body tacitly allowed the Crimson Sun Spiritual Root to invade its territory, but within the Primordial Golden Core of the Spirit Platform, there seemed to be faint fluctuations emanating, making it appear somewhat distorted.

Ling Muzhu's Dao body also began to recover further under the stimulation of Yuan Yang, and the slightly protruding gibbous moon phase on her abdomen began to move closer to the full moon.

Lin Le and Ling Muzhu were not concerned about the changes in their own physical condition at this time, but instead focused on refining the reversed magical power within their bodies.

As their magical powers refined the energy, their golden cores began to spin faster and faster.

With a muffled thud, Ling Muzhu was the first to complete the breakthrough to the third stage, and judging from her momentum, she seemed to still have a lot of room for improvement.

After a while, the two of them finally finished refining the magic power.

Lin Le remained steadily at the early stage of the seventh level of the Golden Core realm, while Ling Muzhu remained steadily at the early stage of the sixth level of the Golden Core realm.

Having successfully navigated three rounds of transitions, Ling Muzhu's gains were clearly far greater than Lin Le's.

Lin Le wasn't too surprised by this, since the first key to cultivating the Yin-Yang Intercourse Technique is that the difference in cultivation levels between the man and woman cannot be too great.

Therefore, in the process of cultivation, the lower one's cultivation level, the greater the benefit.

Moreover, Ling Muzhu had an additional benefit compared to him: the revival of her Dao body.

Lin Le looked at Ling Muzhu's breast-protecting mirror, which was wider than before, and couldn't help but pinch it. It turned out to be a bridge made of jade dew.

'Strange, I shouldn't have taught Golden Wind and Jade Dew; it's something the Daoist body inherently possesses, right? But what kind of Daoist body possesses such a transformation?'

Lin Le used his internal energy to collect the jade dew, then put it into his mouth.

The jade dew slipped smoothly into Lin Le's mouth and fell into his stomach, then nourished his body and soul like sweet rain.

It's not just superficial nourishment, but nourishment from the root, truly enhancing his understanding and innate qualities.

Even though the effect is small, it can accumulate over time.

Lin Le sensed the amount of killing karma required to improve his physical constitution, and then a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, because the amount of killing karma required had not only not decreased, but had increased by half.

what happened?

Lin Le looked inward and immediately noticed the changes.

He watched as the growing Crimson Sun Spiritual Root intertwined with the Dragon Sparrow Martial Body, and raised an eyebrow. It turned out that what could only be improved from one object had become two.

The original amount of killing karma required should have been 20 million, but by absorbing Ling Muzhu's primordial yin, which improved his own physique, he saved him 5 million.

There might be more.

Lin Le looked down at Ling Muzhu, who had already regained consciousness. She was born with a Yin body, and her semi-primordial Yin could be continuously replenished. With the nourishment of jade dew, perhaps he could achieve the Treasure Body ahead of time.

Facing Lin Le, who was looking down at her, Ling Muzhu showed a hint of shame: "I'm sorry, junior brother, I gave you such a terrible experience the first time."

Upon hearing these words, Lin Le's body stiffened abruptly, and his hand involuntarily touched Ling Muzhu's face: "Senior Sister."

His voice trembled without him even realizing it.

"Junior brother." Ling Muzhu also noticed that Lin Le's state was different, and responded softly and emotionally.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?
Facing those affectionate eyes, Lin Le suddenly bit down, extremely savagely, like a ravenous beast facing a piece of tempting meat.

He didn't know what he was thinking; all he knew was that he wanted to completely mark this woman as his own and make her his possession.

Ling Muzhu responded enthusiastically, and behind her, an osmanthus tree appeared, casting a green glow that healed her injuries.

This time, the two forgot the Yin-Yang Interaction Technique and acted solely on their purest instincts.

Just as the thorn bird finds a thorn tree, pierces itself with the longest and sharpest thorn, and sings its first song.

(Thousands of words omitted)
(End of this chapter)