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

After the uproar over the sect leader's return to the sect, the Hehuan Sect ushered in a rare period of peace.

For Li Hanshan, this period can be summed up in one word—

Cool.

It's the kind of pleasure that goes right to your core.

Inside the Frosty Flower Cave, he set up the entire set of miniature flowing light arrays he had brought from the Yao Guang Ruins. One hundred and forty-four palm-sized array flags were placed around the white jade array plate in the center of the cave, filled with top-grade spirit stones, and the flow of time slowly increased—one day inside the array was equivalent to several days outside.

Then, he plunged headlong into the world of pleasure.

Hua Nongying was the first to cling to him.

The "culprit" who bought him back to the sect as a furnace for cultivation back then has now completely lost her former enchanting airs, becoming as soft as water. She is alluring and charming, and is proficient in all the secret techniques of the Joyful Union Sect. In addition, there is a Yin mark in her body that echoes Li Hanshan's. As soon as the two of them circulate the Yang Book technique, the Yin and Yang energies form a complete cycle, which is endless and ever-renewing.

"Hanlang," she whispered, nestled against his chest, her fingertips tracing circles on his heart, her voice soft and seductive, "I'm stuck in the mid-Nascent Soul stage for so long...you have to take responsibility."

"I must take responsibility," Li Hanshan declared righteously.

Next up is Shen Ruoxi.

The gentle and graceful woman quietly cooperated with his guidance, and pure yang energy surged into her meridians, helping her break through. Unlike Hua Nongying, she was not proactive, but each time the spiritual energy cycle reached its deepest point, a thin layer of water would ripple in her usually calm eyes.

The cold moon shines like a thawing ice river; Chu Mengyao is bright and flamboyant; Qin Muyue is alluring to the bone; Jiang Nianwei is calm and reserved...

Li Hanshan settled down in Shuanghua Cave.

During the day, he took turns tending to the women's meridians and refining their spiritual power; at night, on the jade bed deep inside the cave, the Yang Ce cultivation technique circulated all night, harmonizing yin and yang. The tinkling of jade pendants and the low breathing intertwined, faintly escaping through layers of restrictions, making the maids guarding the entrance of the cave blush and their hearts pound, yet they dared not go far.

Three days later, Li Hanshan discovered a serious problem.

Lack of separation.

I'm really at my wit's end.

One woman is cultivating, two women are cultivating, but when seven or eight women get together, it's no longer cultivation; it's war.

That morning, he lay sprawled on his jade couch, looking at the women sitting around him, each one eagerly waiting for his "tutoring," and sighed deeply.

"I understand now," he murmured to himself. "Why did those predecessors of the Hehuan Sect all die so young? They weren't killed by being exploited, they died from exhaustion."

"What did you say?" Hua Nongying narrowed her eyes.

"It's nothing." Li Hanshan jolted awake, sat up straight, then his eyes darted around, and he chuckled. "Gentlemen, I have a suggestion."

"The more people practice the Yang Scripture dual cultivation, the more complete the great cycle becomes. With so many of us, instead of doing it one by one, why not—"

He spread his arms and looked around.

"Give me a big one."

"From this day forward, for seven days and seven nights. Everyone, together."

The cave was silent for a moment.

Immediately, Hua Nongying burst out laughing, her body trembling with mirth: "Alright. I'd like to see just how 'big' you are, Han Lang."

Shen Ruoxi turned her face away, her ears turning bright red, but she didn't say a word "no".

Qin Muyue jumped up: "Me first! Me first—no, let's all go together!"

-

Seven days and seven nights.

Within the array of flowing light, time flows silently.

One hundred and forty-four silver-white array flags moved without wind. On the array plate in the center of the cave, spirit stones turned to dust at a visible speed, and he replaced them one by one with new ones. The vast pure yang energy circulated among the women, with Li Hanshan as the hub, yin and yang complementing each other, spreading like wildfire.

Li Hanshan sat cross-legged in the center, his hands forming a mudra, his pure Yang primordial spirit as clear as crystal.

Now, his cultivation level far surpasses that of the women, and in their dual cultivation, he is the one who gives. But his efforts are not without reward—the fragile foundation left by breaking through three layers is being repeatedly tempered and solidified inch by inch through this relentless output. His realm of the fourth level of Void Refinement has become completely stable in a slow and steady manner.

For the women, these seven days and seven nights were equivalent to decades of hard work for an ordinary cultivator.

Late on the sixth night, a soft cry suddenly rang out in the cave.

Hua Nongying's spiritual energy surged, and the bottleneck that had been entrenched within her body for so long shattered with a roar. Her nascent soul shone brightly, and her aura rose steadily—late stage of nascent soul, peak of nascent soul!

She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with disbelief as she looked at her hands.

She actually broke through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm so quickly.

"You broke through?!" Qin Muyue leaned closer, her face full of envy.

"Mmm." Hua Nongying's voice trembled. She turned to look at the figure in the center, then suddenly leaned down and pressed a deep kiss to his lips. "Hanlang, thank you."

"No need to thank me," Li Hanshan said with a smile, accepting the thanks. "We're all family."

At dawn on the seventh day, several auras shot into the sky one after another.

Shen Ruoxi, Leng Yue, Chu Mengyao, Qin Muyue, Jiang Nianwei... one after another, the women broke through their respective bottlenecks, and their cultivation levels rose like a rising tide. The women all stopped at the threshold of the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, only a thin layer of paper away from the Divine Transformation stage.

Inside the cave, the air was filled with spiritual energy and the sounds of birdsong.

"Don't be so happy yet." Li Hanshan opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the excited, flushed faces. His tone became more serious. "The Nascent Soul stage is not the same as the Spirit Stage. Taking that step is like crossing a vast chasm. Your current cultivation levels have advanced too quickly. You may appear to be at your peak, but your foundations are actually weak—all of you should obediently go into seclusion to consolidate your strength and solidify your foundations before attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul stage. Anyone who dares to rashly attempt to break through will be punished; don't blame me for dragging her back and spanking her."

The last sentence made all the women laugh.

"Okay—" Xu Lingxi drawled, grinning as she leaned closer. "Brother Hanshan is the best."

Of course, some were happy while others were sad. Compared to the excitement of the other women, Ye Feiyan was about to cry because during the dual cultivation process, Li Hanshan once again used her as a power bank. The cultivation levels of all the women broke through at the same time, and she deserved a lot of credit for this.

-

That evening, Li Hanshan left Shuanghua Cave Heaven, and a streak of light landed on Sword Peak.

At the summit, Ye Shuanghua, dressed in white, held the Jinghong Sword diagonally to the ground, seemingly having waited for a long time.

Upon seeing him, a fleeting glint of light flashed in her clear, cool eyes. But she didn't approach; instead, she stood still and spoke softly:

"You're here?"

"You're here." Li Hanshan landed, grinning as he approached. "Senior Sister, were you getting impatient?"

"Who's waiting for you?" Ye Shuanghua turned her face away, her ears turning red uncontrollably. "I just... happened to be practicing my sword here."

"Oh—just right." Li Hanshan drawled out the sound.

With a flick of her sword tip, Ye Shuanghua sent a wisp of sword energy flying past his ear and severing a lock of his hair.

"If you keep talking nonsense, you won't just be cutting off my hair anymore."

"Alright, alright, I won't joke around anymore." Li Hanshan raised his hands in surrender, then said seriously, "Senior Sister, I'm here on serious business."

He stretched out his hand, palm facing upward, and pure yang energy condensed into a warm, gentle light in his palm.

"Senior Sister, you've been stuck at the mid-Nascent Soul stage for quite a few years now, haven't you?"

Ye Shuanghua's gaze fell on that ball of light, and she remained silent for a few moments.

Her dual cultivation with Li Hanshan began with a transaction and ended in a life-or-death struggle. The little man who needed her protection back then had now grown to a height that she had to look up to. Reaching the fourth level of the Void Refinement Realm, slaying a Void Refinement Realm cultivator with a single sword strike, and assisting the sect leader in breaking through to the Dao Integration Realm—any one of these achievements would be enough to shake the entire Central Continent.

He was hers. To be precise, she was his.

The moment this thought crossed Ye Shuanghua's mind, a corner of the coldness in her heart melted away.

"Junior Sister Zhang is here too." She turned and walked towards the cave at the summit. "Let's go together."

"Okay."

-

Inside the Sword Peak Cave, candlelight flickered.

Zhang Qingxuan sat cross-legged on the futon, her long, light blue hair cascading over her shoulders. When she saw the two enter, she looked up and smiled, her smile as composed as if she had anticipated this scene.

"Elder Li is so busy these days," she said jokingly, "yet he still thinks of coming to our poor, remote place?"

"Senior sister, you're blaming me?" Li Hanshan said, shamelessly sitting down. "Well, I'm here now."

"It's good that you're here." Zhang Qingxuan didn't say much, raising her hand to set up a restriction. Her azure eyes shimmered. "Let's begin. My extremely yin body has become increasingly restless lately. I'll borrow your pure yang energy to properly regulate it."

That night, the vortex of spiritual energy atop Sword Peak spun continuously for an entire night.

Ye Shuanghua and Zhang Qingxuan, one as aloof as frost and the other as serene as water, slowly lost their last bit of composure during the great cycle of cultivation.

They clearly sensed Li Hanshan's power.

It wasn't the strength of his cultivation, but rather the profound and boundless resources within Li Hanshan's body—pure yang fire, innate lightning power, and a divine seed of the void. Cultivating with him would yield immense benefits.

Several hours later, Ye Shuanghua collapsed in his arms, her usually aloof face flushed with an unnatural redness, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

She looked at him, then suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hanshan," she called softly, her voice gentler than ever before, "From now on... I'll come see you often, okay?"

"I couldn't ask for more."

On the other side, Zhang Qingxuan propped herself up and sat up, her long, light blue hair sticking messily to the side of her neck. She looked at the man in front of her, whose eyes were full of smiles, and suddenly felt that all her scheming, all her struggles, and all her caution over the years had become a joke in front of him.

And she did it willingly.

She pursed her lips, reached out, and grasped his wrist.

Count me in.