Fairy, please don't do this!

First it was the ghost wife and Mu Yiren, then Lin Qingci, but none of them could completely blend it together.

And all of this stemmed from the [Sword Nurturing Technique].

Gu Jinzhao decided that he would never again use this rage skill, which could harm both the enemy and himself, lightly.

These side effects are just too troublesome.

However, he was unaware that outside the dream, the situation was entirely different.

The candlelight inside the room flickered uneasily.

Si Ruoyu's gentle cheeks were flushed like the sunset, and her clear eyes were veiled with a hazy mist, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Looking down at Gu Jinzhao, she greedily absorbed her mother's love like an infant, wanting to push his hand away, but she froze in mid-air.

Especially when she saw that he was radiating heat and his skin was an unnatural red, she immediately understood what was going on.

This is clearly a recurrence of the condition where yang energy transforms into fire.

However, Si Ruoyu still had a lingering sense of confusion.

Last night she clearly saw that Lin Qingci had helped him blend yang fire.

She gently bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and her delicate hand, which had been frozen in mid-air, finally fell limply, unconsciously stroking the back of Gu Jinzhao's head.

"Could it be because the true yang fire has been suppressed for too long... accumulated too much, and one time is not enough to eliminate it completely?"

After much thought, it seemed that only this one possibility remained.

However, simply drawing on yin energy without utilizing the true method of harmonizing yin and yang in the True Yang Sword Manual will ultimately fail to completely solve the problem.

Si Ruoyu wanted to wake him up and tell him to go find Lin Qingci or Mu Yiren.

But they were also afraid that abruptly cutting off the supply of yin energy might cause unpredictable consequences.

In my mind, it seemed as if two voices were arguing:

"Didn't we already lend a helping hand that day?"

"Having already crossed the line once, what difference does it make if we do it again?"

"That day was because she wasn't there, and the circumstances forced us to..."

"Isn't it a matter of being forced by circumstances now?"

"If we allow the True Yang Fire to continue burning us today, it is very likely to damage our meridians and injure our soul, and all our cultivation will be wasted."

"Besides... he's currently lost in a dream and is unaware of everything that's happening."

With her thoughts in turmoil, Si Ruoyu suddenly noticed that Gu Jinzhao's face had changed from flushed to pale, his brows were tightly furrowed, and fine beads of cold sweat were even seeping from his forehead, clearly indicating that he was in great pain.

At this moment, all hesitation and struggle were cast aside.

Si Ruoyu lightly bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, preparing to help Gu Jinchao blend the Yang Fire.

But I'm also afraid that, like last time, I'll end up in a mess that's hard to clean up.

She frantically groped around on the bed, trying to find a piece of clothing to hold in her hand as a cover.

However, all that could be found on the couch were soft, close-fitting clothes.

"Well……"

Just then, a vein bulged on Gu Jinzhao's forehead, and he let out a painful groan.

Si Ruoyu dared not delay any longer. Suppressing the surging shame in her heart, she casually picked up a lotus-patterned brocade robe, clutched it tightly in her hand, and slipped it into the brocade quilt...

Chapter 98, The Gradually Deteriorating Feelings (3K)

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Only Gu Jinzhao's slightly rapid breathing gently lingered in her ears.

His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and the scorching heat emanating from his body began to slowly subside.

Si Ruoyu's cheeks flushed red as she gently held the smooth lotus flower-shaped carp in her slender hands.

With a slight pressure, as if wrapping a dumpling in your palm, gently twist and knead it into a full and round shape with a supple and skillful force.

Under the flickering candlelight, the embroidered carp is incredibly lifelike, its tail slightly raised as if about to leap out of the water, yet it is gently held back by the surrounding lotus petals, unable to move.

At this moment, Gu Jinzhao was still deeply immersed in that hazy dream.

He was using the crimson pearl in his mouth, which contained abundant yin energy, to blend the remaining true yang fire within his body.

The cool, spring-like yin energy flowed continuously into the spirit palace, like sweet rain after a long drought, gradually relieving the heat and burning pain throughout the body.

"This yin energy... it feels different from what I felt before?"

Gu Jinzhao suddenly raised his head and looked at the ghost wife in front of him.

An Wanxi wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, her eyes filled with seductive allure, and asked, "What's different?"

Gu Jinchao looked surprised: "It's richer and purer than before, and it also has an indescribable sweetness."

The ghost bride's spirit was weak, and the yin energy in her body had become thin, a fact he had already confirmed.

But why has it become so abundant now?

Could it be that her soul received some kind of nourishment?

But the two of them clearly haven't found a way to cultivate both their spirit and soul yet!

Just as he was wondering, Gu Jinzhao felt his consciousness suddenly pull away from the dream, his eyelids closed heavily, and he barely managed to open them a crack.

What came into view was not An Wanxi's charming and alluring face, but a gentle and exquisitely beautiful face...

Aunt Ruo?

Gu Jinzhao's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately sensed something was wrong.

Before me stood Aunt Ruo, her hair slightly disheveled, her face flushed as if drunk, her eyes and brows radiating a captivating and tender spring-like beauty.

The gaze travels down her slender, snow-white neck, where the neckline of her moon-white silk nightgown is slightly open, revealing a smooth, jade-like collarbone and a large expanse of dazzlingly delicate skin.

In the flickering candlelight, her full, towering snow-capped peaks rose and fell with her slightly disordered breathing, outlining breathtaking curves.

Si Ruoyu was completely unaware that he had woken up.

Because she was still tightly holding the lotus-shaped carp ornament, intently blending true yang fire for him.

Gu Jinzhao quickly closed his eyes tightly, pretending that he was still asleep.

He suspected that this was another scheme set up by the ghost wife.

While he was sleeping in the same bed with Aunt Ruo, she stirred up the last remaining unmixed yang fire within him, arousing his desire.

Then, through the nurturing of the yin energy in the dream, she tempted him to do something inappropriate to Aunt Ruo.

And how could Aunt Ruo, who loved him dearly, stand idly by when she saw this?

And so, this scene unfolded before our eyes.

Gu Jinzhao was completely numb.

I thought Lin Qingci was the grand finale arranged by the ghost wife, but I never expected that the real grand finale would be Si Ruoyu.

Gu Jinzhao felt a surge of anger, his expression turning icy: "I've said it before, I have no feelings for Aunt Ruo!"

Why did you drag her into this?

An Wanxi quickly explained, her voice filled with grievance: "My little husband has misunderstood me. This really wasn't my doing!"

Gu Jinchao simply didn't believe it: "If it wasn't you, who else could it be?"

Ever since Aunt Ruo helped him last time, the ghost wife has repeatedly bewitched him, causing his filial piety to become corrupted.

Given her peculiar yandere nature, she naturally wished he would also bring Aunt Ruo into his harem.

Tonight's events were most likely another of her schemes.

An Wanxi's tone became increasingly aggrieved: "Just now, while you were asleep, the black robe in Si Ruoyu's soul suddenly acted up. I don't know what kind of secret method she used, but it affected your dreams."

"That's why we're in this situation now."

Gu Jinchao was half-believing and half-doubting.

But he knew it wasn't impossible.

Having finally found a chance to possess someone, Xuan Yi naturally wouldn't let it go.

With her abilities as a first-rank sorcerer, interfering with his dreams using the art of cause and effect would not be difficult.

An Wanxi felt somewhat guilty: "Just now in the dream, I wanted to help you blend the last bit of true yang fire, but she forcibly blocked it."

Gu Jinchao frowned.

Upon careful reflection, the ghostly wife in the dream did not indeed bewitch him and corrupt his filial piety; she only wholeheartedly helped him harmonize his yang energy.

An Wanxi nodded slightly: "The causal fate technique she cultivates is extremely profound. I can sense her presence, but I am powerless to stop her from distorting dreams."

Gu Jinzhao temporarily chose to believe the ghost wife's story.

For now, he can only continue to pretend to be asleep.

Therefore, this might be the best choice for both him and Aunt Ruo.

Even with my eyes closed, the rich and pleasant fragrance still lingered around my nose.

Gu Jinzhao was in a state of confusion, unsure whether to continue absorbing Yin energy or stop now.

An Wanxi reminded him at the right moment: "If my little husband stops now, your Aunt Ruo will probably realize that you are awake very soon."

Helpless, Gu Jinzhao had no choice but to continue circulating the True Yang Sword Technique, slowly drawing Yin energy from the abundant and warm Tianchi acupoint.

After an unknown amount of time, the last part of the true yang fire in his body was finally completely blended in.

Suppressing her embarrassment, Si Ruoyu took the lotus-patterned carp-shaped ornament from the bedding and turned to look at Gu Jinzhao.

He was still asleep with his eyes closed, but his tightly furrowed brows had relaxed and his body was no longer burning hot.

Si Ruoyu was still a little worried, so she raised her hand and gently placed it on his wrist to feel his pulse.

The Yang pulse is no longer as vigorous as a raging fire; it has returned to a calm and slow state.

Clearly, the condition of Yang Qi transforming into fire has been completely resolved.

Si Ruoyu breathed a sigh of relief, quietly stuffed the small garment in her hand into the innermost gap of the bed, and then lay down again.

Looking at Gu Jinzhao's peaceful sleeping face, she felt a mix of emotions.

He felt a faint sense of guilt towards Mu Yiren and Lin Qingci, but also a strange and inexplicable emotion.

This is the second time, including the previous one.

Thankfully, she hasn't woken up yet, otherwise she really wouldn't know how to face him.

Amidst these chaotic thoughts, Si Ruoyu gradually closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

……

The next day, Gu Jinzhao was awakened by warm breath from the side of his neck.

He opened his eyes, and the morning light was shining through the window paper, bathing everything on the bed in a soft, pale gold.

Immediately, he noticed the weight and warmth in his arms.

Aunt Ruo had snuggled into his arms at some point, her forehead resting lightly against his shoulder, her cheek pressed against his neck, fast asleep.

A faint blush lingered on her gentle and beautiful face, making her appear especially tender and charming in the morning light.

Gu Jinzhao could clearly feel the softness and plumpness of the delicate body in his arms. His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously tried to move back and quietly got up.

"My lady... let me explain..."

Suddenly, Si Ruoyu sat up abruptly and grabbed his wrist.

Gu Jinzhao was startled and quickly turned around: "Aunt Ruo, what's wrong?"

Si Ruoyu suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at Gu Jinzhao in front of her. After a moment of stunned silence, she let out a long sigh of relief: "So... it was a dream."

She just had a dream.

In her dream, as she was blending yang fire for Gu Jinzhao, Mu Yiren suddenly pushed open the door and stumbled upon the two of them, disheveled and sleeping in the same bed in an ambiguous scene.

Mu Yiren was stunned at first, then her eyes were filled with shock, anger and sorrow, and crystal tears welled up and slid silently down her cheeks.