Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 849 - 380: Fourth Rank Lower Grade Musical Arts (3)
Warmth, ethereal, clear...
An indescribable sense of comfort, like the purest warm current, instantly flooded the core of his consciousness.
All negative emotions vanished without a trace in an instant. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
The mind was unprecedentedly clear, serene, and transparent, as if returning to the prenatal state of the mother, unstained by dust.
In this extreme clarity, the operation trajectory of the "Thousand Mechanism Skill" appeared before him as clearly as a brilliant galaxy.
Just as Xu Ping was completely immersed in this sublime upliftment brought by the celestial melody, forgetting both himself and the outside world.
A unique aura, cold and aloof, yet containing a hint of vitality from the depths of desolation, quietly spread like a cold spring under the moon, gently entwining his unguarded heart, enveloped in the music of the qin.
It was Duan Shuang’s aura.
Xu Ping was startled by this sudden "contact," causing a slight tremor in his Divine Sense, before he could react in any way.
Boom!
An experience of ultimate beauty beyond sensory pleasure, like the first light of the universe’s opening, descended upon Xu Ping’s mind.
There was no entanglement of flesh; no heat of desire.
This was a fusion of spirit and desire, pure to the extreme; the most honest, deep-level resonance and congruence of the Divine Sense’s origin.
Xu Ping’s Divine Sense seemed to transform into an infinite nebula; while Duan Shuang’s aura was like a flowing galaxy, the two intertwined, permeated, and fused without obstacles...
An indescribable bliss and satisfaction originating from the essence of life, like a warm tide, filled every corner of Xu Ping’s consciousness.
Time lost its meaning.
Space lost its concept.
Only the eternal fusion and sublimation remained.
He didn’t know how long had passed, seemingly eons, or just the snap of a finger.
Xu Ping’s Divine Sense slowly returned to his body like a receding tide.
He slowly opened his eyes, a rare trace of confusion and...bewilderment appeared in his eyes.
With his powerful Divine Sense comparable to the top-tier Mid-Stage Nascent Soul, it still took a moment to completely awaken from the aftertaste of that ultimate spiritual fusion.
The familiar, uniquely sweet cold orchid-like fragrance lingered at his nose.
He slightly turned his head, seeing Duan Shuang leaning gently on his shoulder, eyes tightly closed, long eyelashes slightly trembling like butterfly wings.
That cold and stunning jade face was now covered with a captivating blush, spreading all the way to the delicate earlobes.
A few strands of blue hair clung disorderly to her smooth forehead and slightly sweaty neck, adding a breathtaking laziness and charm to her.
The plain moon-white robe was still perfectly draped on her body, yet the undulating delicate curves inside and the slightly heavy breathing silently spoke of what had just happened.
"Just now... was that..... a spiritual fusion?" Xu Ping’s thoughts turned swiftly, instantly realizing.
He was not inexperienced and had also engaged in Dual Cultivation with Lan Ling, naturally knowing that Dual Cultivation divides into "physical desire" and "spiritual desire."
The physical desire intertwines with an emphasis on the fusion of Mana, mutually enhancing cultivation.
However, the spiritual desire fusion is the dual cultivation of the Divine Sense’s origin, directly targeting the core of the Sea of Consciousness, focusing on tempering the Divine Sense.
This method of Dual Cultivation is extremely profound, yet extremely challenging.
Both parties need to have a high level of Divine Sense realm, mindset, and even Dao rhythm congruence to attempt.
He and Senior Sister Lan Ling had tried multiple times back in the day, only to fail due to the inability to achieve Perfection in congruence.
Never expected!
Duan Shuang’s musical art broke through to Fourth Rank Grandmaster level, actually able to use the music of the qin as a bridge, naturally initiating and completing this heaven-defying spiritual fusion.
Suppressing the surging thoughts in his heart, Xu Ping immediately introspected himself.
The next moment, even with his firm resolve, his eyes couldn’t help but explode with wild joy.
Not only had the cultivation speed of the "Thousand Mechanism Skill" advanced in an unimaginably terrifying way during the spiritual fusion just now.
More importantly — his Divine Sense, originally already powerful, also increased through this tempering fusion.
For cultivators, the enhancement of Divine Sense is always harder than increasing Mana.
It’s especially so at the Nascent Soul Level.
If he continues to improve, once his "Thousand Mechanism Skill" breaks through to Perfection, his Divine Sense intensity might even reach Late-Stage Nascent Soul level.
"It’s truly indescribably wonderful!" Xu Ping’s eyes flooded with boundless joy.
This encounter, its value, is in no way less than obtaining a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure.
With that thought, Xu Ping looked down at Duan Shuang, lying on his shoulder, her breathing gradually smoothing, yet her jade face remained flushed and starry eyes tightly closed.
In her cold brows and eyes were now only tranquility after all defenses were down, and a hint of... satisfied laziness.
Xu Ping did not wake Duan Shuang but gently held her, savoring the passing of time.
A full hour later.
Duan Shuang’s long eyelashes trembled lightly like butterfly wings and slowly opened.
The cold pool-like eyes were now covered with a layer of misty water, as if still not fully pulled away from that ultimate fusion of hearts and minds.
"Fellow Daoist Duan..." Xu Ping said softly.
Duan Shuang fully awoke.
Her beautiful eyes focused, and what came into view was Xu Ping’s face, close at hand, with a gentle smile.
Instantly, the enchanting scenes of intertwined Divine Souls and resonant Dao thoughts surged to the forefront of her mind.
Even though she was a Nascent Soul True Monarch with firm resolve.
At this moment, she couldn’t help but blush, the aloofness instantly turning into the shyness of a young girl.
"Xu... Fellow Daoist Xu."
Duan Shuang abruptly turned her flushed face away, not daring to look at Xu Ping, even her voice carried a slight, almost imperceptible tremble.
This rare shyness, in Xu Ping’s eyes, added a touch of allure.
His smile deepened, as he tightened his arms, pulling her closer into his embrace, his warm breath brushing her sensitive earlobe:
"From now on... we can do this more often."
Hearing this, Duan Shuang felt a rush of heat straight to her head, even her crystalline earlobes were stained with an enticing blush, as if about to drip blood.
Overcome with shyness, she simply buried her entire pretty face deep into Xu Ping’s broad chest, leaving only a sound as faint as a mosquito’s hum, full of infinite bashfulness: "Mm..."
