I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

"Qingyue, you actually possess the Thunder Spirit Body?" Shen Yun's face was filled with surprise when she received this news.

She hadn't expected Shen Qingyue to possess the Thunder Spirit Physique, a very rare and special physique. This made her even more satisfied with Li Hanshan as her son-in-law, because if it weren't for Li Hanshan, Shen Qingyue's Thunder Spirit Physique probably wouldn't have been activated so easily.

For the next few days, Li Hanshan and Shen Qingyue were almost inseparable.

As dawn broke, Shen Qingyue would rise from her bed, don her light blue undergarment, and sit at her dressing table to comb her long hair. She would see Li Hanshan in the mirror approaching from behind, taking the comb from her hand and gently smoothing the tangled strands. A faint blush would rise to her ears at such intimate touch, but she wouldn't flinch, simply sitting quietly and letting him do as he pleased.

In the afternoon, the two would take a walk together in the bamboo grove. The rustling of the bamboo leaves as the mountain breeze passed through the grove was like the sound of a broken wind chime, flowing between them as a soft, diffused background sound.

Li Hanshan would stop on a sun-warmed stone platform, casually pluck a bamboo leaf, and infuse it with a tiny lightning pattern using his spiritual power before handing it to Shen Qingyue. She lowered her head and approached the bamboo leaf, feeling a faint resonance between the flowing lightning energy and her innate lightning spirit body. A mixture of curiosity and surprise shone in her clear eyes.

After nightfall, the two returned to their inner chamber. Shen Qingyue was no longer as nervous as she had been the first night. Although her cheeks would still flush slightly when Li Hanshan approached, she no longer avoided his gaze. She even actively adjusted the rhythm of her spiritual energy flow during their dual cultivation, coordinating it with the innate lightning power and his pure yang energy as they circulated through their meridians. After each dual cultivation session, she could feel the quality of her spiritual energy improve slightly, while the silver-purple lightning pattern within Li Hanshan's pure yang fire became clearer with each continuous tempering.

On the evening of the seventh day, Shen Qingyue's cultivation level stabilized at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

Li Hanshan stood up from the stone pavilion and reached out to tidy a strand of hair that had fallen loose by her ear during their recent dual cultivation: "Let's continue tomorrow."

Shen Qingyue nodded slightly, the blush on her cheeks not yet completely faded, and her voice still carried the slight panting from finishing her spiritual energy circulation: "Mmm... Husband."

When Li Hanshan heard the word "husband," his heart stirred slightly. He had heard countless titles in the Hehuan Sect—master, Hanlang, junior brother, senior—each carrying its own unique connotation. But when the word "husband" reached his ears, it carried a gentle, warm undertone he had never experienced before, as if it had been soaked in spring water.

After saying those two words, Shen Qingyue seemed a little embarrassed and looked away, her gaze falling on her fingertips. Li Hanshan reached out and gently took her hand, which was resting on her knee. He could feel that her fingertips were slightly warm from what she had just said.

As the two emerged from the stone pavilion, Shen Yun was waiting for them on the stone steps at the edge of the purple bamboo grove. Her deep purple dress shimmered with a warm glow in the twilight, and she held a cup of spiritual tea in her hand. Her gaze lingered for a moment on their clasped hands before shifting away.

When Shen Qingyue saw her mother, she instinctively tried to loosen her grip on Li Hanshan's hand, but Li Hanshan held it even tighter. A blush, completely different from the one she had just experienced after their dual cultivation, spread across her cheeks, and her gaze unconsciously fell to the ground, like a young girl who had been caught doing something by an elder.

Shen Yun set down her teacup, her gaze regaining its sect leader-like composure after that brief eye contact. Her voice was neither loud nor soft as she spoke: "How has your cultivation progressed these past few days?"

Shen Qingyue said in a low voice, "It's stabilized."

Shen Yun nodded slightly, then turned her gaze to Li Hanshan: "How's the situation on your end?"

As Li Hanshan sensed the lightning patterns slowly subsiding on the surface of the pure Yang primordial spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness, he spoke in a calm tone: "I've also gained something."

Shen Yun didn't press for details, but as she looked at the aura around him that was more restrained than it had been seven days ago, faintly carrying a hint of silver-purple lightning, a subtle, complex emotion flashed in her almond-shaped eyes.

Just as she was about to say something, a silver-white communication talisman came flying from the direction of the mountain gate and hovered precisely in mid-air in front of the stone steps.

Shen Yun's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. She raised her hand to take the communication talisman, infused it with spiritual energy, and moments later her expression darkened visibly.

The sound of burning talismans was particularly clear in the twilight. A gentle voice came from within: "Sect Master Shen of the Purple Thunder Pavilion, I am Zhou Changfeng, a steward of the Heavenly Mystery Sect. I have heard that your sect has produced a genius in the art of talismans, and I have come to pay a visit on the orders of the Sect Master to discuss a temporary transfer."

Shen Yun put the shattered communication talisman into her sleeve, her expression calm as ever, but Li Hanshan noticed that her fingers, which were gripping the edge of her sleeve, tightened slightly for a moment.

He asked, "The Heavenly Mystery Sect? You mean the third largest sect in the Immortal Alliance?"

Shen Yun's gaze lingered on his face for a moment: "The Heavenly Mystery Sect ranks third in the Immortal Alliance, second only to the Azure Cloud Sect and the Cloud Hidden Pavilion. They excel in the Dao of Talismans and the Dao of Arrays, and their Dao of Talismans is comparable to that of the Purple Thunder Pavilion, but their scale is far beyond ours. The Heavenly Mystery Sect alone has nearly ten Void Refinement cultivators, and countless Nascent Soul cultivators, with over ten thousand core disciples. The spiritual veins they occupy are dozens of times larger than those of our Purple Thunder Pavilion."

She paused, the complex emotions in her eyes becoming even more pronounced. "Since they've sent people, it means they've already set their sights on you. The fact that you drew a sixth-tier purple lightning talisman during the beast tide has probably already spread throughout the major sects of the Immortal Alliance."

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Li Hanshan understood the underlying meaning in her words: "They're trying to poach me?"

Shen Yun remained silent for a moment, about to answer, when the silver-white streak of light landed in the direction of the mountain gate and walked along the bluestone road towards them. The newcomer was a middle-aged man wearing a silver-gray robe, with a thin face and introverted eyes. A silver-white token engraved with the emblem of the Heavenly Mystery Sect hung at his waist, and the pressure emanating from his body was clearly that of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator.

He stopped a few steps below the stone steps and bowed slightly to Shen Yun: "Sect Master Shen, I am Zhou Changfeng, a steward of the Heavenly Mystery Sect. I apologize for my unauthorized visit." His voice was gentle and polite, but his gaze had already passed over Shen Yun's shoulder and landed on the figure dressed in the robes of an outer elder of the Purple Thunder Pavilion.

"This must be Elder Li from the Purple Thunder Pavilion, the one who can draw a sixth-order Purple Thunder Talisman, right?" Zhou Changfeng's tone carried just the right amount of appreciation. "Our Heavenly Mystery Sect Master was quite impressed upon hearing about this and specially dispatched me to sincerely invite Elder Li to visit the Heavenly Mystery Sect. If Elder Li is willing, the Heavenly Mystery Sect is willing to treat him as an elder, enjoying the benefits of a Void Refinement level cultivator—double the amount of spirit stones, an independent cave dwelling, and the freedom to freely access sect resources every month."

Shen Yun's expression changed slightly when she heard the words "treatment at the Void Refinement level." She could sense the confidence and composure in Zhou Changfeng's tone when he said these words; it was a composure that came from knowing the weight of his bargaining chips. The position of an elder in the Heavenly Mystery Sect, with the treatment at the Void Refinement level, was an irresistible temptation for any Nascent Soul cultivator.

Li Hanshan stood beside Shen Yun, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Zhou Changfeng and Shen Yun. He could see Shen Yun's fingers tightening slightly around her sleeve, and he could also see the determined gleam in Zhou Changfeng's eyes. The reason Shen Yun was so eager for him to marry Shen Qingyue was probably because she had long anticipated this day—the Heavenly Mystery Sect or other major sects would discover his talent in talismanic arts sooner or later, and if he wasn't bound to them in advance, he would be poached.

He felt Shen Qingyue standing half a step to his side. Her fingers, hidden in her sleeve, gently and imperceptibly hooked his little finger. The force was light, but it carried a sense of confirmation and a serious reluctance to let go.

He spoke, his voice neither too loud nor too soft: "Thank you for your kindness, Deacon Zhou. However, I have already settled down in the Purple Thunder Pavilion and have no plans to leave for the time being." He didn't say much, but the phrase "settled down" was clear enough.

Zhou Changfeng's gaze lingered on Shen Qingyue for a moment before shifting away. He nodded slightly, his tone remaining polite: "Elder Li, you flatter me. The Heavenly Mystery Sect's invitation remains valid. If Elder Li changes his mind, he can contact me at any time." He left a silver-white communication talisman on the stone slab at the edge of the steps, then bowed slightly to Shen Qingyue before turning and walking towards the mountain gate. His silver-gray figure gradually disappeared into the twilight, soon swallowed by the corner of the stone steps shrouded by spirit trees.