These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Gradually merging with Wei Tu's aura, they became even harder.

It's not as sharp as before; it fits better and doesn't feel so abrupt.

The sword energy that used to roam freely within his body disappeared, becoming docile.

Wei Tu thrust out another palm strike.

"boom."

Lu Qingyan's brain seemed to hear a bell.

The sword bones inside his body hummed.

roar.

Then it slowly came to a stop.

"All right."

When Wei Tu said those words.

Lu Qingyan finally lost control of herself, and her body slumped backward.

She collapsed into Wei Tu's arms.

Sweat beaded on her cheeks as she weakly looked at the boy above her, whose head was also soaked with sweat.

A weak smile appeared before her.

"Tu'er, isn't Master amazing?"

Wei Tu smiled and reached out to take the porcelain bottle from her hand.

Then feed her the last one.

"Master is of course the most powerful."

"That's good, um...that's good..."

Lu Qingyan had no strength left and closed her eyes in a daze.

Wei Tu held her body in his arms, and then they entered the medicinal bath together.

All night long.

66. Do as you please.

When Lu Qingyan woke up, she felt warmth.

It felt so familiar, like the warm ocean I had felt when I was suffering.

She thought she liked this feeling, unlike what she claimed to be—that she would never indulge in pleasure...

Who doesn't enjoy life? If you already have the best of everything, what reason is there to work hard or put in the effort?

Lu Qingyan certainly enjoyed it.

But... too often, she always told herself that she had not yet reached the level her master had reached, that she had not yet proven that Little Iris Peak was without problems, and that Little Iris Peak was just as open and easy.

Perhaps that's why I was so bothered by Wei Tu telling me back then that this path was wrong.

How could it be wrong?

Master, Grandmaster... how could the path they sacrificed their entire lives, the path they shed sweat and blood, be wrong?

But now Lu Qingyan seems to have finally understood.

It turns out that if you choose the wrong path from the very beginning when it comes to cultivating immortality, then all your efforts afterward will only make you look more tragic.

What's the use of being tragic? It's probably just like one's own master, being written in records, leaving future generations to sigh with regret.

But this is not what Master wanted... To walk the right path and reach places no one has ever been before, that is what he hoped for.

He hoped he could fulfill this wish for him; he wanted to see it all...

Lu Qingyan slowly opened her eyes.

I saw the rippling water and the warm, humid air.

Traces of medicinal herbs floated on the water's surface, along with the scent of herbs. She saw her reflection in the water, and in the reflection was her own face.

Her cheeks looked somewhat pale, the color hadn't fully returned, and... her own skin.

My own collarbone, my own chest...

Lu Qingyan suddenly became more awake. There should be the edge of the bathtub behind her, so why does it feel so warm and comfortable?

Then there's only one possibility...

Lu Qingyan's cheeks suddenly flushed. She didn't speak, but her whole body tensed up. She quickly lowered her head, as if she was going to bury her head in the sand and pretend that she was still unconscious.

But he had already heard the boy's words behind him.

"Master, are you still going to pretend you haven't woken up?"

Lu Qingyan knew that her true state had been completely exposed.

Her voice was very soft, sounding somewhat shy, which was quite rare, but for her... it was hard not to feel shy in such a situation.

After all, she was currently being held naked in the arms of this young man. Although the not-so-clear medicinal bath could slightly conceal some of her private parts, such contact could no longer be described as peaceful...

"I... just woke up..."

Wei Tu didn't immediately tease or flirt with the other party, but instead said softly, "Master, feel yourself. How are you feeling now?"

Lu Qingyan nodded without further hesitation, though her cheeks remained burning hot.

However, I was still able to calm myself down a bit and regulate my breathing as the meridians flowed through my whole body.

Lu Qingyan felt her meridians were incredibly smooth, even enveloped in a warm, comforting sensation, like a thick quilt in winter.

This is a significant change.

The most obvious one is the sword bone within his own body.

Previously, although his sword bones were strong and sharp, the rampant sword energy was completely uncontrollable, rampaging through his body and even cutting him. If he were to go through a major battle, he would definitely not be able to escape unscathed. His master had once said that the best way to deal with such a situation was to endure it, and at other times, to reduce motivation and focus on cultivating one's mind.

Now, she could clearly feel that the sword energy was swirling around the sword bone, without actively or passively ravaging her meridians.

Moreover, the vigorous aura of the reshaped sword bone seemed to give people infinite possibilities. Compared to the previous unorthodox approach, this feeling was more like... being in complete control.

Thus, Lu Qingyan clearly understood that Wei Tu's body tempering was successful, and everything he said was true.

Cultivators defy the heavens and must also carefully connect with the universe.

They are quite sensitive to changes in their own state of mind or cultivation level. Such changes are impossible to be unaware of, and after a little adjustment of their breathing, they can clearly know that they have indeed embarked on the right path.

When she opened her eyes again.

The light in his eyes seemed to transform into sword energy, instantly slicing a towel not far away into two pieces.

The release of her aura was also so effortless; Lu Qingyan, who was already formidable in combat, seemed to have reached an even higher level now.

She couldn't help but smile.

"Success..."

Wei Tu smiled and embraced her slender waist underwater, pressing his face against her cheek.

"Congratulations, Master."

Lu Qingyan's cheeks flushed crimson instantly, and all her previous imposing aura vanished.

Her body began to sway slightly.

"Tu'er, you...don't do this..."

How could Wei Tu let go? He smiled and leaned against her back, her back damp yet silky smooth.

Although their bones are clearly defined, their skin is translucent, and when they are close together, there is a feeling of close contact.

"Master has gone too far. This is like crossing the river and then burning the bridge."

"Where have you gone, Master... and abandoned me after I've served my purpose?"

"I just finished training Master's body. After using me, Master wants to get rid of me. Isn't that right?"

"How could this be... I just... I just feel..."

"Very what?"

Wei Tu grinned wickedly, his voice low and deep, his breath as fiery as the warm water.

Lu Qingyan felt the warm breath on her ear and knew it was this boy causing trouble. It was a familiar feeling of being disturbed, but what could she do? He was her best disciple, and also... someone she couldn't deny she liked.

Is there any way to escape?

Besides... his temperament wouldn't allow him to escape; the more shy and hesitant she was, the more excited he became...

So I can only tell the truth and go along with his ways... Anyway, he's already helped me this much, so what right do I have to be reserved? Even a master... surely no master has received such a great favor from their disciple?

Lu Qingyan's voice was soft and trembling.

"I'm...shy."

This was indeed the answer Wei Tu wanted.

His breathing became heavier, underwater, as if it were a sensitive reaction of a dragon raising its head.

Lu Qingyan felt it very clearly. After all, the two of them were practically naked in contact, and her cheeks and body seemed to react instinctively, becoming even hotter.

"But Master actually likes this feeling, doesn't he?"

The familiar wicked smile, coupled with his deep voice, made Lu Qingyan feel unable to face this problem.

She lowered her head, wanting to remain silent.

But Wei Tu didn't give her that chance at all. He reached out and lifted the woman's chin, forcing her to turn her head slightly with her back to him.

This posture is somewhat forced, but it is precisely this feeling of being forced that gives people a sense of pleasure from being restrained.

On one side is her body, which is firmly under his control; on the other side is her face, which is under his control.

Lu Qingyan looked exceptionally frail and helpless as she gazed at Wei Tu, her eyes slightly narrowed and misty with tears in them.