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The radiant light around Su Yi gradually receded. It was as if his aura had been cleansed; it was now utterly calm and simple.
“Congratulations, Fellow Daoist.” The unkempt old Daoist rushed over, awe, surprise, and admiration written all over his face.
“Did you come here looking for me?” asked Su Yi.
The unkempt old Daoist tensed beneath Su Yi’s cool gaze, and he felt an indescribable nervousness and sense of oppression well within his heart.
He dared not hesitate. He said hurriedly, “That’s right!”
“Is it urgent?” asked Su Yi.
After a moment’s hesitation, the unkempt old Daoist said, “It’s actually not urgent.’
He was just about to continue when Su Yi waved and interrupted him. “Since it’s not urgent, let’s talk about it later.”
The unkempt old Daoist had a favor to ask of him. How could he refuse to wait?
He nodded and said, “Fellow Daoist, you’ve only just overcome your tribulation, and it's a crucial time for consolidating your cultivation and tempering your foundations. I understand.”
Su Yi laughed. “No, that’s not it. It’s my birthday, and I’m in an unusually good mood, so I want to drink to my heart’s content. If you don’t think it’s beneath you, feel free to join us.”
As he spoke, he strode into the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House.
Ning Sihua pressed her lips into a smile. “This really is a day worth celebrating. Even though it’s the middle of the night, we ought to get drunk. I’ll go prepare a banquet right away.”
With that, she hurriedly led the others away.
The unkempt old Daoist was briefly stunned, but before long, he hurried after them too. “Many thanks for the invitation. In that case, this old Daoist won’t stand on ceremony.”
Before long, the entire group had disappeared through the entrance to the ruins.
……
Conversation and laughter filled the air. The banquet’s atmosphere was joyful and harmonious.
Su Yi was in an unusually good mood, and he drank freely with the group. No matter who toasted him, he didn’t refuse.
As an ancient poet once wrote, “One hundred years, thirty-six thousand days. Every day I must drain three hundred cups!”
This was what it meant to seize every opportunity to enjoy life!
“Big Brother Su Yi, are all Tribulations of Spiritual Manifestation as terrifying as the one you faced?” asked Wen Lingxue.
She’d been drinking too, and her beautiful face was flushed a charming red. Her eyes shone, and she was utterly charming.
Quite a few others looked curious too.
Su Yi laughed and shook his head. “Everyone’s Tribulation of Spiritual Manifestation is different, but mine was unprecedented, so it was a bit stronger than usual.”
The young woman seemed like she only half understood, so Su Yi patiently explained Tribulations of the Spiritual Manifestation in full detail.
He explained his understanding of the tribulation’s nature, like the power and mysteries of each layer of the tribulation, the various perils cultivators faced while undergoing tribulation, and how they could achieve the best possible breakthroughs, among other things.
Su Yi was the former sovereign of the Wilds, and with 108,000 years of experience under his belt, he naturally understood Tribulations of Spiritual Manifestation far better than anyone else here.
Wen Lingxue and the other Origin Dao cultivators were repeatedly astonished just listening to him. They felt as if the clouds had parted, allowing them to finally catch a glimpse of the sun.
Ying Que was a Spiritual Incarnation Realm cultivator, but it was only after hearing this that he understood. So, there are so many secrets and profundities hidden within the Tribulation of Spiritual Manifestation!
This realization made him deeply rueful.
Although the world’s Spirit Dao cultivators had already overcome their tribulations, their understanding of them was superficial. They understood what happened, but not why.
Su Yi, however, understood both the “what” and the “why”!
Before long, the others started asking questions too. They earnestly sought Su Yi's guidance in regard to the difficulties and confusion they’d encountered over the course of their cultivation.
As Su Yi drank, he answered the others’ questions, one by one.
With his breadth of experience, guiding their cultivation wasn’t at all difficult.
The unkempt old Daoist listened from the sidelines. Su Yi’s guidance might have seemed simple and casual, but it made the old Daoist’s heart swell with emotion, and he could no longer remain calm.
When he saw that Su Yi could even resolve the doubts of a mighty Spiritual Incarnation Realm yao cultivator like Ying Que, the unkempt old Daoist was completely dumbstruck.
By the time the banquet ended, Su Yi had already drank to the point of mild intoxication.
When drinking, using one’s cultivation base to neutralize the alcohol was like burning a zither or roasting a crane; it ruined the atmosphere.
The unkempt old Daoist chased after him, unable to hold back any longer. “Fellow Daoist, I’m here because…”
Su Yi glanced at him, then cut him off. “Let’s chat more tomorrow.”
“....” The unkempt old Daoist fell silent.
Su Yi ignored him and simply left.
Someone bearing the aura of the Sea of Bitterness had come here looking for him. Whatever he wanted, it couldn’t possibly be simple.
Su Yi was in a good mood right now, and he didn’t want anything to ruin it.
“Tomorrow, then,” sighed the unkempt old Daoist.
……
In his room.
Su Yi slumped in a chair, reeking of alcohol and feeling indescribably relaxed.
Entering the Spiritual Manifestation Realm meant he’d broken through a critical obstacle on his path of cultivation. He wouldn’t need to worry about breaking through for a long time.
“At my current rate of cultivation, I might well reach the Spiritual Revolution Realm in less than a year!”
“However, there’s no need to rush. In the Spirit Dao, I will cultivate Dao Intent and refine Spirit Origin. The firmer the foundations I establish in the Grand Dao, the greater the benefits I’ll obtain when I prove my Dao and enter the Imperial Realm…”
“The first thing I need to do is consolidate my cultivation. The second is to condense Dao Intent, and the third…”
Before Su Yi could finish that thought, someone pushed open the door.
Cha Jin walked in carrying a bowl of steaming congee. She said gently, “Young lord, this is hundred treasures congee Big Sister Ning made with Spirit Bamboo shoots. Try some.”
She was dressed in a white dress embroidered with flowers, and her ink-black hair was tied up into a casual bun, displaying her snowy skin and long, thin neck.
Perhaps because she’d been drinking, her beautiful face was flushed red.
Of all the women Su Yi knew, Cha Jin was among the most beautiful, and she had a slender, elegant figure and multifaceted charm.
Add that to their frequent dual cultivation sessions and, as her cultivation increased, her charm and natural qualities only grew more beautiful and refined.
Every frown and every smile, every gesture was utterly stunning, no exceptions. She was a true peerless beauty.
And beauties were like wine; the more you tasted them, the more they intoxicated you.
“Congee, at a time like this? Let’s sleep.” Su Yi rose and sauntered over to the bed.
Cha Jin was briefly stunned. Then, she stammered, “Young lord, haven’t you forgotten something?”
“Huh?”
“Uh…” Cha Jin paused, then lowered her head, seemingly a bit embarrassed. “Didn’t you always used to say that when you entered the Spiritual Manifestation Realm, you and Qing Wan would…. Um… you know… establish firm foundations together?”
Her face heated up, and she felt a bit awkward.
Discussing dual cultivation was, ultimately, still extremely embarrassing. And this time, it was someone else’s dual cultivation; it was quite a strange feeling.
“How did you find out about that?” exclaimed Su Yi.
Cha Jin said sheepishly, “Qing Wan had a bit too much to drink tonight. She and I chatted, and she… she told me. And she even asked me to share my experiences…”
Su Yi’s expression turned a bit strange.
He thought seriously back to the banquet, and indeed, Qing Wan had quite a bit to drink. Her little face had been flushed bright red.
Given her simple, earnest disposition, she’d undoubtedly committed everything he said about their dual cultivation to heart. Still, there was no way she would have asked Cha Jin for advice without the alcohol’s influence.
“She even asked you about your experiences?” Su Yi couldn’t help but laugh.
Cha Jin looked bashful, and even more embarrassed than before. She gnawed her red lips and said, “Qing Wan said that in the past, when you and I dual cultivated, she heard everything…”
She stomped her feet in irritation. “I really can’t believe that girl! She never told me any of this! If I’d known, there’s no way I would have let her listen in like that!”
“....” Su Yi paused, but a moment later, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Su Yi had never cared about this sort of thing, but when he pictured Qing Wan passively listening to their joyful revelry, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Young lord, you’re laughing? Really?” Cha Jin’s beautiful eyes widened in shame and anger.
Su Yi waved dismissively. “Dual cultivation is just another type of cultivation. It lets us intermingle Yin and Yang amidst the throes of passion and glean wondrous truths from the confluence of fire and water. Doing so can advance the cultivation. What is there to be embarrassed about?”
Cha Jin had long since grown accustomed to the straightforward openness with which Su Yi discussed dual cultivation, so she wasn’t surprised.
“Young lord, Qing Wan is a virgin, and she’s never done anything like this before. That’s why she sought out my advice,” explained Cha Jin. She paused, then added, “But it seems to me that she’s long since prepared herself. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought it up tonight.”
“Where is she?” asked Su Yi.
“She’s taking a bath,” said Cha Jin.
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Su Yi rubbed his forehead. “Go tell her to wait until she’s stepped into the Spiritual Manifestation Realm. We can talk about dual cultivation then.”。”
“.....” Cha Jin looked completely stunned. She probed, “Young lord, you…. Aren’t at all interested?”
“Do I seem like the type to seize any opportunity that presents itself?” Su Yi asked in displeasure.
Cha Jin sighed. “Young lord, Qing Wan has already prepared. If you refuse, won’t you hurt her?”
Su Yi said solemnly, “It’s only by waiting until she’s entered the Spiritual Manifestation Realm that both of us will reap the benefits of dual cultivation. If we do it now, it won’t do us much good.”
“.....” Cha Jin finally understood. In her young lord’s eyes, dual cultivation wasn’t a simple matter of pleasure; it was, ultimately, another form of cultivation.
But what he didn’t understand was that when a peerless young beauty decided to throw herself into a man’s arms, there was no way she was doing it just for the benefits of dual cultivation!
“Big Sister Cha Jin, Master is right,” a sweet, timid voice interjected.
As she spoke, Qing Wan walked into the room.
Su Yi couldn’t help but fall into a brief daze.
Qing Wan’s dark hair had been tied up, and she wore a form-fitting off-white gown. She’d obviously only just left the bath, and her clear, beautiful face was flushed red. As her eyes darted about, they had an extraordinary charm.
Her smooth, slender calves were visible beneath the hem of her skirt, as well as her bare, jade-like feet.
She really had changed; although she’d changed into a simple gown, even just standing there, she was beautiful enough to make a man’s heart tremble.
“I’ll listen to Master. We can… we can do it… later, too.” As Qing Wan spoke, she lowered her head, and her voice was as quiet as a gnat, only barely audible. Her snowy skin was flushed with red.
Cha Jin sighed, then smiled at her. “Qing Wan, your master is doing this purely out of consideration for your wellbeing. Whatever you do, don’t be upset.”
Qing Wan shook his head. “Big Sister Cha Jin, Master has always been good to me. How could I possibly be upset?”
Not far away, when Su Yi saw this, he instantly changed his mind. “Never mind. You can just stay here tonight.”
“????” Cha Jin didn’t quite know what to make of that.