The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

Leng Rushuang's entire body was extremely tense, as taut as a wire.

"Miss Leng, this isn't healing, it's killing me!" Shen Yifei released his grip, sighed, and lay down beside him. "You're so nervous, how am I supposed to remove it for you? You can't expect me to force myself on you, can you? I may not be a perfect gentleman, but I can't do things that are against my will."

Leng Rushuang didn't speak, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her eyelashes trembling.

After a long silence, she said, word by word, "You're terrifying!"

Shen Yifei glanced at himself, then looked up at Leng Rushuang's icy face, and suddenly found it a little funny.

The dignified Palace Master of Xuanbing Palace, a powerful expert in the mid-stage of Tribulation Transcending, was actually terrified by this.

"Miss Leng, listen to me." Shen Yifei's hands were busy, gently massaging the area in her dantian where the toxins had accumulated. "This matter isn't as terrible as it seems. Think about it, you've cultivated for so many years, what storms haven't you weathered? You've been into thousand-year-old ice caves and dived into ten-thousand-year-old icy pools, it's just... a little pain."

"I heard... I heard it will hurt a lot."

Shen Yifei chuckled inwardly. Despite her cold exterior and powerful aura, this woman was still an inexperienced young woman at heart.

The spiritual energy in his hand slowly flowed into Leng Rushuang's meridians through his palm. Leng Rushuang's body was like an ice cave, and after Shen Yifei's spiritual energy entered, it traveled along the meridians throughout her body.

Leng Rushuang cultivates ice-based techniques and is already accustomed to the cold. The last massage was merely superficial. This time, however, she is immersed in warmth from the inside out.

Gradually, Leng Rushuang, like a melting block of ice, broke out in a light sweat, becoming moist and soft all over.

Shen Yifei sensed her change and continued, "The cultivation technique that Miss Leng practices is extremely yin and cold, which is actually the most detrimental to the body. Coupled with the yin poison you have been afflicted with, your cultivation level is stuck and you haven't made any progress."

Shen Yifei continued to circle her dantian with his hand, his movements slow and patient.

"If we cultivate together, it will not only cure your poison, but also help you improve your cultivation."

As he spoke, Shen Yifei increased the input of spiritual energy.

As Leng Rushuang's body was immersed in that warm spiritual energy, it gradually relaxed. She bit her lip, her brows furrowing and relaxing repeatedly, as if she were struggling with herself.

Shen Yifei's hands didn't stop moving, and his mouth didn't stop either: "The yin poison in your body has been lingering at the intersection of the spiritual veins for too long, blocking several branch veins. If I don't go in and force the poison out, even if you cultivate for another hundred years, you won't be able to touch the threshold of the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm."

Leng Rushuang didn't respond, but Shen Yifei noticed that her brows had relaxed a bit, and her bitten lips had also loosened.

Her breathing gradually deepened, the rise and fall of her chest became smoother, and her whole body was like a piece of ice placed in warm water, melting at a visible speed.

Shen Yifei felt the time was right. He leaned down, his lips close to her ear, his voice extremely soft: "Miss Leng, trust me this once."

Leng Rushuang's eyelashes trembled, and after a long while, she finally hummed in agreement.

Shen Yifei felt sorry for her.

In the past, when he was with other women, whether it was Bai Lu, Leng Shanyue, or Gu Yunyan, he felt that it was a matter of mutual benefit and that it was over once he had his fun.

Even towards Luo Qinghe, he felt more possessiveness than tenderness.

But at this moment, seeing Leng Rushuang's cold and beautiful face contorted with pain, he felt a pang of pity.

He set up a trap step by step to lure Leng Rushuang into falling for it; his original intentions were never good.

Having always viewed Leng Rushuang as prey, Shen Yifei now felt a pang of reluctance, now that the prey was right in front of him.

With this in mind, Shen Yifei was very careful every time he circulated his spiritual energy.

"Miss Leng, how are you feeling?" Shen Yifei asked in a low voice.

Suddenly, he felt that asking this question was somewhat unnecessary.

After a long pause, Leng Rushuang spat out a single word through gritted teeth, "Get out!"

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Leng Rushuang wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. In the end, she managed to squeeze out just one word.

She had reached the Tribulation Transcending Realm and had completely lost control of herself.

Having cultivated for hundreds of years, she thought she had long since severed all her emotions and desires.

Words like "love between men and women" and "tender affections" are jokes in her life; she doesn't even bother to think about them.

The cultivation techniques of Xuanbing Palace, when practiced to a high level, emphasize severing emotions and desires. The first rule of the palace is "to keep one's heart as cold as ice and not be moved by external things."

Having abstained from male companionship for centuries, let alone engaging in dual cultivation, she had probably barely even touched a man's hand. This situation before her was, to her, the greatest tribulation of her cultivation journey.

I never imagined things would turn out like this.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Yifei called out, "Miss Leng, take the antidote!"