Yang Energy (Combined Edition)

After Qi Xianqing fell asleep, Yan Jue stayed by the bed a while longer, watching her condition before finally getting to her feet.

She took the glazed cup she had just bought from Myriad Demons Pavilion out of her Qiankun bag, set it on the stone bed, and drew a sleeve arrow across her wrist.

Blood dripped down slowly.

Yan Jue frowned slightly and instinctively closed her eyes.

She was actually very afraid of pain, and even more unable to bear looking at something so strange.

This time, she lost less blood than she had upstairs at Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

But perhaps because she had already bled once, a wave of weakness suddenly rushed through her.

Sweat slid down her cheeks, and Yan Jue could even feel the spiritual energy in her body slowly draining away.

But Qi Xianqing had saved her life so many times before.

For Qi Xianqing, she would not hesitate.

At last, following the steps Song Miyun had explained to her, Yan Jue finished drawing the blood. She then used wound medicine and bandages to stop the bleeding before getting busy again.

She lit nine small candles around the cave, then took out the bottle of Wuxian Liquid Song Miyun had given her and poured it into the glazed cup.

Nine-tailed fox blood, as a medicinal ingredient on its own, was of little use.

But when mixed with other herbs, it had wondrous effects.

The fox demon blood and the pale-gray Wuxian Liquid blended together, slowly turning into a light golden liquid.

Sweating profusely, Yan Jue carried the glazed cup to the stone bed and once again used Purple Secret Wine to clean Qi Xianqing’s knee wound.

After that, she brought the cup to Qi Xianqing’s lips.

In her dazed state, Qi Xianqing only felt a sweet liquid flowing down her throat. At the same time, she caught the pleasant myrrh-like scent on Yan Jue’s body.

With her eyes closed, she subconsciously swallowed what Yan Jue fed her. She swallowed too quickly, and some of the liquid spilled from the corner of her lips, then slid down her cheek.

Yan Jue knelt beside Qi Xianqing and witnessed this beautiful, pitiful scene. Her throat moved unconsciously.

At a time like this, what was she thinking about…

The medicine mixed with fox demon blood contained a huge amount of spiritual energy, which had a powerful repairing effect on Qi Xianqing’s meridians.

By the time Yan Jue finished feeding her, she was already exhausted.

After making sure Qi Xianqing was in a deep sleep, she went to a corner deep inside the cave, transformed into a small fox with bright red fur and six tails drooping behind her, curled up into a ball, and went to sleep.

-

Qi Xianqing’s bleeding finally stopped.

Every day, Yan Jue fed her the herbs for repairing her meridians once, cleaned the wound with Purple Secret Wine once, and then carefully wiped away the remaining pus and blood bit by bit with a handkerchief. Her care for Qi Xianqing could be called meticulous.

I owe Qi Xianqing so much. I have to pay it back eventually, Yan Jue thought.

Qi Xianqing was a sword cultivator to begin with, and her foundation was solid. With the fox demon blood’s treatment on top of that, by the fourth day she had regained clear consciousness.

The first thing Qi Xianqing did when she woke was look for Yan Jue.

Hearing the sound, Yan Jue immediately sat up and gave a faint smile. “Senior Sister, you’re awake?”

These past few days in the cave, aside from washing up, she had had no time to tidy herself. Her dao robe was still in tatters, and a strip of white gauze was wrapped around her wrist.

Qi Xianqing’s expression shifted slightly. She frowned as she stood up, but her leg suddenly gave way.

Qi Xianqing hurriedly braced herself against the wall.

With a clatter, the glazed cup beside her fell to the ground.

Her leg… Qi Xianqing suddenly realized something, and her pupils contracted slightly.

Before she had time to let her imagination run wild, she saw Yan Jue cheerfully stand up and help her sit down.

Yan Jue: “Senior Sister, rest well. I’ve read a little medical text before; your leg will be fine.”

Qi Xianqing looked at Yan Jue. Seeing the warmth in the girl’s eyes and her gentle smile, the uneasy feeling in her heart somehow eased.

Qi Xianqing ignored the pain in her knee and started thinking again about the things she had repeatedly dreamed of while unconscious these past few days.

Her parents were indeed dead, but their souls still remained in the tiger demon’s belly.

She wondered whether, when her master went to Fuxian Mountain, he would discover her parents’ tiger spirits and help them pass on.

Thinking of this, Qi Xianqing’s heart clenched with waves of pain.

She had thought about her parents constantly since childhood.

She had never expected the ending to be like this.

Qi Xianqing still remembered that day by the cliff, when she and her father had stared at each other from afar. There had been no emotion at all in his eyes.

Maybe he had only been thinking about his own death. Perhaps when her father pushed Yan Jue off the cliff, he had also been wondering why this enemy looked so familiar.

Qi Xianqing had always been steadier than her peers, but no one knew that ever since her entire family had been slaughtered, the only pain in her heart was the death of her parents.

The cave was dim. Qi Xianqing was still lost in her thoughts when, at some point, something glittering gold was handed to her.

She paused slightly.

In Yan Jue’s palm lay a golden demon core about the size of a hand.

Under the dim light, the demon core shimmered with dazzling brilliance, reflecting Qi Xianqing’s figure.

Yan Jue said seriously, “Senior Sister, Uncle must have remembered you in his heart.”

“This demon core was thrown to me when he pushed me off the cliff.”

At first, Yan Jue hadn’t understood what it meant and had even thought the demon core had merely been dropped by that tiger-spirit ghost by accident.

But thinking about it now, that wasn’t the case.

The demon core had originally been in the tiger demon’s dantian. If the tiger-spirit ghost hadn’t deliberately taken it, there was no way it could have appeared in its hand.

This demon core had been given to Qi Xianqing by the ghost.

“Maybe,” Yan Jue hesitated, then said slowly, “although he’s now a tiger demon’s ghost-spirited servant, deep down he still has warmth and love for you.”

Before Yan Jue could finish, her whole body suddenly stiffened.

Qi Xianqing closed her eyes and slowly reached out, gently pulling her into an embrace. “Thank you, Junior Sister.”

The girl’s body was warm and soft, and Yan Jue’s hands didn’t quite know where to go.

“Thank you for telling me these things.”

In the quiet cave.

Qi Xianqing lay on the stone bed, the huge demon core resting in her palm.

She was still injured and not in very good spirits, but she nevertheless told Yan Jue everything about the extermination of the Qi family that year, from beginning to end.

Since she was very young, Qi Xianqing had suffered from nightmares. She never slept well at night, and whenever the nightmares tormented her, it was always the same scene.

On a snowy night, she ran to open the door and saw a man and a woman standing outside.

…

Yan Jue frowned slightly and listened carefully.

Only when Qi Xianqing truly could not hold on any longer did she slowly close her eyes and fall asleep first.

Yan Jue looked at Qi Xianqing and frowned.

She gently tucked the Silent Mist Canopy over her. “Good night, Senior Sister.”

-

The following days passed in a daze for Qi Xianqing.

On the eighth day, Qi Xianqing woke again. She had a vague feeling and checked her leg first thing after opening her eyes.

When one traveled outside, injuries and bleeding were inevitable, and Qi Xianqing had already prepared herself for the worst.

But when she clearly saw her wound, she still paused slightly.

Qi Xianqing was surprised to find that the injury on her knee had actually nearly healed completely.

She stood up and tried walking a few steps while holding onto the wall.

Yan Jue was lying in a corner of the cave, staring blankly at her own badly battered arm. Hearing the sound, she turned her head.

Their eyes met by chance.

Yan Jue: “You’re worried about your leg again? I told you it’d be fine.”

Her voice was weak and listless. She felt sleepy all over, and after saying that, she flopped back down and continued sleeping.

Perhaps because she had bled too often lately, her body was growing weaker and weaker.

She kept feeling drowsy. Yan Jue simply curled herself into a ball and hid in the cave to sleep.

Sleeping was the best way to recover her spiritual energy.

The weather had been good these past few days, and the afternoon autumn sun was especially warm.

Yan Jue was dozing.

Qi Xianqing supported herself against the wall and slowly walked through the cave, her gaze unconsciously falling on Yan Jue.

Yan Jue had already changed out of the tattered dao robe that had made her look like a little beggar. Now she wore a clean lake-blue cross-collared ru skirt, her raven-black hair falling over her shoulders. Her face was pale and tired.

Leaning against the wall with her arms wrapped around her knees, she somehow looked like a scruffy little fox.

Qi Xianqing frowned slightly.

When she first woke, she had found it strange too.

It was just that those first few days she had been too weak and too preoccupied with other things to pay attention to Yan Jue’s condition.

She remembered clearly that she had been badly injured a few days ago, so badly that she could not even walk; yet for some reason, she had healed so quickly.

Although her consciousness had been muddled these past few days, Qi Xianqing could still feel Yan Jue carefully looking after her by her side.

If not for Yan Jue, her knee might not have healed this quickly.

Yan Jue was still dozing when she suddenly heard movement nearby.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and a gust of wind brushed over her face, carrying a faint, clean fragrance to the tip of her nose.

Yan Jue opened her eyes and saw Qi Xianqing crouching in front of her, looking down at her.

Qi Xianqing wore only a snow-white inner robe, her outer robe loosely tied, revealing skin as translucent and pure as snow.

It was just like the scenes from countless nights back in Frozen Peach Haven.

In the dim light, the two of them were extraordinarily close, and that closeness also seemed to narrow the distance between their hearts.

Yan Jue suddenly felt like curling into this person’s arms and rubbing against her. It was only a thought.

A smile touched Qi Xianqing’s lips. “Junior Sister.”

Yan Jue came back to herself. “Hm? What is it?”

Qi Xianqing: “I want to go out for a walk. Is that okay?”

Since Qi Xianqing’s injuries had just healed, walking around more would help her recovery. Yan Jue was naturally happy to agree and quickly stood up, about to reach out and support her when her vision suddenly spun.

Everything went black for a moment, and Yan Jue nearly lost her footing.

Qi Xianqing looked at her and paused slightly. “What’s wrong?”

Yan Jue raised a hand and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Nothing. I probably haven’t rested well lately; I’m just a little tired.”

She smiled and said sincerely, “Congratulations on recovering, Senior Sister.”

For cultivators, rest time was far shorter than for mortals.

Sometimes they didn’t even need sleep; they only had to sit in meditation for a moment to recover their energy.

Yan Jue’s condition was strange, Qi Xianqing thought, and the curve of her lips faded a little.

Yan Jue and Qi Xianqing walked out of the cave together. Warm sunlight shone on them, and the sound of the flowing creek surrounded them; the scene was exceptionally leisurely and peaceful.

Qi Xianqing, however, was not in the mood to admire the scenery. She turned her head to look at her. “Junior Yan.”

Yan Jue’s gaze was scattered, and an abnormal flush colored her pale cheeks. Hearing Qi Xianqing call her, she snapped back to attention. “Hm? What is it?”

Qi Xianqing lifted those dark peach blossom eyes and forcibly suppressed the irritation in her heart. “If there’s anything making you uncomfortable, you have to tell me, all right?”

A few days ago, she hadn’t had the strength to pay attention to Yan Jue’s condition. But now Qi Xianqing felt she had recovered enough to protect Yan Jue.

This fellow Yan Jue never cared about her own body. What Qi Xianqing feared most was that Yan Jue might be hiding something from her.

Yan Jue naturally brushed it off. “Oh.”

Yan Jue felt that her spiritual energy still hadn’t recovered fully, and her condition was worse than bad.

When Qi Xianqing asked her things, she could only answer a few words before going back to the cave to sleep.

In the blink of an eye, another day passed.

These days, Qi Xianqing meditated and regulated her breathing in the cave every day, taking Spirit-Gathering Pills to replenish the spiritual energy in her body.

The wound on her knee recovered unusually well, but Yan Jue grew more and more listless. She slept longer and longer every day.

Qi Xianqing watched all this with great anxiety.

But Yan Jue told her nothing, and she had no way to do anything about it.

Again, it was a bright and sunny day.

Qi Xianqing saw Yan Jue curled up in the corner of the cave, sleeping, and walked over to nudge her. “Junior Sister, want to go out for a walk?”

Yan Jue yawned. “You go by yourself.” Then she went back to sleep.

Qi Xianqing frowned slightly and had no choice but to go out alone.

Under the sunlight.

Qi Xianqing sat by the little creek, looking down at the transmission talisman in her hand.

She had already recovered her Divine Sense two days earlier and could now send messages to her master.

Because when she submitted her token of allegiance, she had left a strand of her spiritual thought inside the Administrative Hall’s Soul-Reflecting Ring. If she died, that spiritual thought would disperse along with it.

Thus her master could know very clearly whether she was dead or not.

Her master had always been easygoing, so there was no need to worry about her being concerned.

Qi Xianqing simply wanted a little more time with Yan Jue.

But for some reason, the little fox’s condition had been especially bad lately.

That was understandable; to Yan Jue, she was currently her greatest enemy. There were too many things she had to hide from her, so the pressure must be immense.

Thinking of this, Qi Xianqing’s expression darkened.

That day, when she fought the tiger demon and was about to fall off the cliff, it was Yan Jue who saved her.

At the foot of the cliff, when she was unconscious and could have been eaten by monsters at any moment, it was Yan Jue who saved her again.

After going through this incident, Qi Xianqing finally understood one thing completely.

Whoever else she might doubt, she should never doubt Yan Jue.

If it could be said that every demon under heaven had improper thoughts toward her, then that silly little fox did not.

Because of that, she had never been so certain of her feelings for Yan Jue.

But Yan Jue’s heart toward her was still full of caution, and that made Qi Xianqing feel discouraged.

Was she really supposed to be the one to take that step first?

Sunlight poured down from the sky, warming her whole body.

Qi Xianqing slowly wiped Zhuying, her immortal sword, when her brow suddenly twitched.

Someone was watching her.

Qi Xianqing looked up silently. In a flash of movement, she spotted a person standing behind a large tree not far away.

It was a woman, wearing an ivory jacket with dark cloud-scroll embroidery and wide pipa sleeves. Her black hair was coiled into a flying-immortal bun, graceful and ethereal.

Sunlight spilled across her jade-like features; she was devastatingly beautiful.

But at this moment, she was looking at Qi Xianqing with a dark expression, and there seemed to be a trace of annoyance in her narrow phoenix eyes.

This was deep in Fuxian Mountain.

By rights, when one met a beauty in the deep mountains, it was either a ghost or a demon.

Then Qi Xianqing watched as the woman walked toward her.

In an instant, killing intent surged like a flood. Qi Xianqing’s brows moved as she instinctively tightened her grip on Zhuying, watching her without blinking.

Boom…

A green bangle flew at her. Qi Xianqing leaped back, her robes fluttering in the wind. Zhuying flashed blue in the air and slammed hard into the bangle.

Suddenly, Qi Xianqing noticed something and paused slightly.

Around the woman’s waist hung a deep-blue brocade sachet. Two butterflies were embroidered on it, circling and dancing.

That sachet was exactly the same as her master’s.

The green bangle came flying at her again. Qi Xianqing held her long sword horizontally before her chest, and the two magical tools collided, the clear sound echoing across the mountain fields.

Seeing her practiced movements, the woman suddenly said in a mocking tone, “By seniority, I’m still your elder. I used to comfort you when you cried at night after first coming up the mountain.”

Qi Xianqing withdrew her sword and cupped her hands. “It was a reflex. I offended Senior. Please forgive me.”

Although Qi Xianqing’s impression of this person was extremely vague, her memory told her that her master’s social circle was broad, and there were indeed a few demons among her friends.

Qi Xianqing said respectfully, “May I ask why Senior has come here today?”

Lu Yanshuang didn’t bother with pleasantries. She cut straight to the point. “My niece’s spiritual energy has been weakening day by day, and she’s already almost dead. I’m just very curious; who exactly is Yun Zhen’s disciple that she even dares to set her sights on my niece?”

Qi Xianqing’s brows drew together instantly.

…

A few days earlier, Lu Yanshuang had suddenly received a transmission from her brother, saying that Yan Jue’s life was hanging by a thread and telling her to go find Yan Jue.

That iron-blooded old fox of a brother had actually cried pitifully in front of her.

Lu Yanshuang had been thoroughly frightened and immediately used the fox clan’s Soul-Reflecting Ring to lock onto Yan Jue’s location.

It was actually in Fuxian Mountain.

And she was there with that faithless person’s disciple.

Following Yan Jue’s location, Lu Yanshuang came to Fuxian Mountain.

Only in this mountain, within the depths of the clouded wilderness.

The Soul-Reflecting Ring could only pinpoint an approximate location at best.

So Lu Yanshuang had gone to Myriad Demons Pavilion. After a great deal of effort, she finally got Yan Jue’s whereabouts from the old sea-turtle spirit who managed Myriad Treasures Pavilion, and then searched around this area.

Qi Xianqing: “May I ask if you are Yan Jue’s…”

She got only halfway through the question before stopping.

No doubt the other party would not answer anyway.

Qi Xianqing frowned. “I’ve been with Yan Jue for several days now. Why would her spiritual energy be leaking away?”

The more Lu Yanshuang spoke, the angrier she got. “Isn’t it because you took her yin essence?”

When humans lose too much yang energy, they die; when demons lose too much yin essence, it can endanger their cultivation or even their lives.

Yan Jue was of Pure Yin Physique, so yin essence was especially important to her.

Bleeding and intimacy both consumed her yin essence.

Only no one had told the princess this, so she had no idea at all.

Lu Yanshuang would absolutely not allow any threat to her little princess’s life.

“I never expected people from your righteous immortal sect to covet other people’s yin essence too,” Lu Yanshuang said, her temper already fiery to begin with. As she spoke, she grew angrier and angrier, and the green bangle on her right wrist seemed to sense her mood, letting out a faint, crisp clink. “Anyway, tell me where she is. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude!”

It was no wonder Lu Yanshuang was so furious.

Yan Jue was a demon, and more than that, she had the purest nine-tailed fox bloodline.

For a nine-tailed fox born with yin nature, bleeding, intimacy, and so on would all damage yin essence.

And when her yin essence was depleted, the best way to replenish it would be to go out and find a few men to absorb their yang and restore herself—

No one knew how many human lives it would take to make up for that loss.

If this had been in the past, she could have simply found a few unlucky men for the princess. But the situation among the demon race was already perilous. If the fox clan were to act recklessly and absorb human yang energy at a time like this, it would only cause the immortal sects to turn their spearhead directly on the fox clan.

It was truly a difficult position.

Qi Xianqing was silent for a moment. In that instant, the things she had never been able to figure out before suddenly became clear.

Yan Jue really had seemed unprecedentedly exhausted these past few days; she hadn’t expected it to be because she had lost too much spiritual energy.

Qi Xianqing knew Yan Jue was of Pure Yin Physique, but she was certain that those first few days, when she herself was in a dazed state, there was no way she could have absorbed Yan Jue’s yin essence.

All at once, Qi Xianqing felt both shock and anger in her heart.

She had long suspected something because the fox’s tail had grown back so quickly.

The arrow in her leg had not been poisoned, but Qi Xianqing could clearly sense that it had injured her bones and sinews.

But why could the dead flesh grow back, and the broken bone knit itself together?

Fox demon blood was the finest material for bringing the dead back to life and growing flesh over white bones.

Qi Xianqing had never imagined Yan Jue could treat her own body so badly.

After a long silence, Qi Xianqing immediately knelt before Lu Yanshuang. “Allowing Yan Jue to fall into such danger is my fault. Aunt, rest assured; I will naturally help her recover.”

“When her body has healed, whether she returns with you will be for her to decide.”

As soon as Qi Xianqing finished speaking, the corner of her eye caught sight of a tiny white butterfly resting on Lu Yanshuang’s shoulder.

The white butterfly sat there, slowly fanning its wings, seemingly very pleased with her words; its antennae twitched.

Lu Yanshuang frowned. Who’s your aunt? She held the words back and didn’t say them.

Originally, she had wanted to fight this traitorous disciple of Yun Zhen’s, but she hadn’t expected this response from the other party.

So sincere. She really couldn’t say anything now.

The white butterfly remained on Lu Yanshuang’s shoulder. Looking at Qi Xianqing’s retreating figure, Lu Yanshuang reached up and swatted it away. “You shameless thing. You’re exactly like her, cut from the same cloth.”

…

Inside the cave, the light was dim.

Yan Jue was sitting on the ground eating a spirit candle fruit. With one bite, sweet-and-sour juice burst out, and spiritual energy filled the space between her teeth.

But spirit candle fruit and Spirit-Gathering Pills could only provide her with a tiny bit of spiritual energy.

Sitting in the corner, cheeks puffed as she chewed, Yan Jue just looked very uncomfortable, like a down-on-her-luck little fox.

Suddenly, Yan Jue heard footsteps behind her.

She turned around and saw Qi Xianqing, in a lake-blue ru skirt, slowly walking into the cave against the light from outside.

Yan Jue blinked and looked back.

With a dull thud, Qi Xianqing knelt beside her and turned to look at her.

Yan Jue was startled, and her movements paused. “What’s wrong? Why are you back so quickly?”

Under the dim light, Qi Xianqing lowered her peach blossom eyes. Her gaze was clear and bright, and in that instant Yan Jue saw an unprecedented softness in them, as well as a certain resolute determination.

Qi Xianqing asked softly, “Are you feeling better?”

Yan Jue: “Better—”

Before she could finish, Qi Xianqing pressed her down beneath her. Yan Jue froze. With a thump, Qi Xianqing raised a hand to cradle the back of her head, protecting it so she wouldn’t hit it and get hurt.

The scent of the Immortal Spirit Physique was right at the tip of her nose, carrying a trace of irresistible pure yang energy. Yan Jue stared at Qi Xianqing’s eyes and couldn’t help swallowing.

Qi Xianqing: “Didn’t I tell you that if anything happened, you had to tell me?”

Yan Jue had no strength in her body at all. Being pinned beneath her, she couldn’t move a bit. “What… do you mean?”

“What haven’t I told you?”

“You’ve hidden a lot of things from me,” Qi Xianqing said, looking deeply at her. “Have you, little fox baby?”

It was like thunder exploding beside her ear.

She called her little fox baby so naturally that Yan Jue almost instinctively wanted to answer, but just as the words rose to her lips, she suddenly felt that something was off.

Yan Jue could only play dumb. “What are you talking about? What little fox baby?”

Qi Xianqing didn’t answer that question. Instead, she lifted a hand and tucked Yan Jue’s loose hair behind her ear. “Your spiritual energy loss is too severe.”

“Those past few days, you used fox demon blood to nourish me.”

Qi Xianqing braced herself with both hands on the ground and looked down at her from above. With every word she spoke, Yan Jue’s blood ran colder.

Qi Xianqing killed demons without blinking, and Yan Jue was suddenly so frightened that her whole body trembled.

She had hidden it so well; yet somehow, Qi Xianqing had found out.

That’s right. How could the bone-piercing nail in Qi Xianqing’s leg, after piercing through the knee, heal for no reason?

Back then she had been desperate and had tried anything, never thinking of this point, but in the process she had unknowingly revealed a flaw.

Or maybe it was before that…

Qi Xianqing leaned over and looked at Yan Jue. Watching the girl’s fair face gradually flush with a gorgeous, delicate red, the anger she had felt a moment ago couldn’t help softening into a pool of water.

She only wanted to coax her, yet she was also afraid of frightening her.

Qi Xianqing moved her lips, just about to speak.

Yan Jue suddenly hugged her head and curled in on herself like a hedgehog.

Qi Xianqing: “…”

Yan Jue really couldn’t tell what Qi Xianqing would do to her.

Although she had tested the waters before, perhaps because Qi Xianqing’s methods of killing demons had been too brutal, Yan Jue had developed the mistaken impression that she hated demons and monsters very much.

Yan Jue knew very clearly that she liked Qi Xianqing. Thinking about all the things she had done before, she suddenly felt aggrieved.

She had thought she’d been perfectly careful, yet in the end Qi Xianqing still saw through her identity.

Why? She was a demon, yes, but she had never harmed anyone.

Yan Jue felt Qi Xianqing’s hold on her tighten gradually, and she even prepared herself for the pain of her chest being pierced by Zhuying. But Yan Jue had never thought of giving up struggling; a long, narrow ice spike had even already formed behind her back, ready to defend her at any moment.

Qi Xianqing suddenly let go.

Qi Xianqing: “Your spiritual energy has to be replenished as soon as possible.”

Hm?

Yan Jue abruptly opened her eyes, looking at her in disbelief.

Qi Xianqing had already put it that way, and Yan Jue really had no way to object. Qi Xianqing was so close to her that her mind had gone blank; for a moment she couldn’t organize any words to answer and could only ask blankly, “How do you replenish it?”

Qi Xianqing leaned in so close that Yan Jue felt like she was about to lose all sense of reason. In her eyes, too, a greedy light had unconsciously begun to flicker.

Qi Xianqing undid her belt, and with it her outer robe loosened, hanging carelessly from her shoulders.

Under the dim light, the girl’s skin was as white as snow, and those dark peach blossom eyes stared at her without blinking. “My pure yang energy; you can take as much as you want.”