Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price-Chapter 134: Master Teaches Me How to Resist the Charm Technique
Forty days later.
[Cultivation: Qi Cultivation Seventh-Layer, 1/4000]
[Skills: Third Tier Alchemist, 5/1000]
[Spirit Root: Fire Series Middle Grade Spirit Root (751/1000), Ice Series Middle Grade Spirit Root (763/1000)]
Late night.
Qin Gengyun sat cross-legged in the outer room, opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed across his body, revealing illusory text before him.
"Reached Qi Cultivation Seventh-Layer."
For these forty days, he followed the plan, absorbing six pieces of Spirit Marrow daily, and practiced with his wife seven times at night, channeling all cultivation points into cultivation.
Finally, he quickly reached Qi Cultivation Seventh-Layer.
The bedroom door opened, and a petite, exquisite figure appeared, softly saying:
"Aren’t you going to sleep yet?"
Qin Gengyun stood up, walked to his wife, and skillfully wrapped his arm around her soft waist:
"My wife, I’ve reached Qi Cultivation Seventh-Layer!"
Qiu Zhihe’s body trembled slightly but did not avoid his touch. After more than a month, such intimate actions between the two were countless, though her heart still felt a bit uneasy, her body had long since adapted.
"Yes."
Qiu Zhihe did not look at his face, responded softly, and turned to walk into the bedroom.
"Well then, my wife..."
Qin Gengyun said: "Master has not appeared for many days; I’m a bit worried. I want to go up to Yunling Mountain to check."
Qiu Zhihe looked back at him, was silent for a moment, nodded, and went straight into the bedroom, getting under the covers.
Seeing her consent, Qin Gengyun promptly said: "My wife, you rest. I will return after checking."
"Yes."
A reply came from the bed, and Qin Gengyun immediately went out the door, heading to Yunling Mountain.
Having just reached Qi Cultivation Seventh-Layer, with spiritual power brimming, his running speed was much faster than before; Qin Gengyun’s figure transformed into a streak of light. Even if someone passed by, they would only catch a fleeting glimpse, and those with lower cultivation wouldn’t even see his shadow.
Previously, it took close to a stick of incense to get from Narrow Rain Lane to Yunling Mountain, but now Qin Gengyun arrived at Snow Moon Forest in just half a stick.
Here lay the burial site of Yang Fengshan and Chang Chunzi, also the secret garden where Qin Gengyun practiced with his master.
In over a month, Qin Gengyun came to Yunling Mountain every other day, hoping to find a message left by his master.
But every time he returned disappointed.
Today was no different; Snow Moon Forest was silent, and after a round, he found no message left by his master.
Qin Gengyun sighed, was about to leave when he saw a tall and full-figured red silhouette standing before him. His face showed surprise, and he quickly took two steps forward, kneeling on one knee:
"Master, you’re finally back! Wonderful!"
His expression was excited, joy overflowed visibly, yet Xia Qinglian raised her head, not looking at his face, her voice ethereal and aloof:
"Has your cultivation technique been neglected?"
"I practice diligently every day, without slack. Please, master, feel free to test me!"
Xia Qinglian suddenly struck, Qin Gengyun was prepared, raised his hand to block, and then counter-attacked.
Bang bang bang!
The familiar sound of fierce clashes rang out again in Snow Moon Forest.
After a stick of incense.
Qin Gengyun panted heavily, with slight wounds all over, while Xia Qinglian stood leisurely with her hands behind her:
"Not bad, no slacking off."
Qin Gengyun respectfully bowed: "Master, disciple has a word."
Xia Qinglian coldly said: "Speak."
Qin Gengyun earnestly said: "Master, if you’re to leave on a journey next time, could you tell disciple where and when you’ll return, so that if overdue, disciple may seek you."
Xia Qinglian hesitated, her voice colder: "You wish to constrain me as your master." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
The word "master" rolled off smoothly; she herself paused, feeling inexplicably ashamed, listening to Qin Gengyun say:
"Master, calm your anger; disciple dares not disrespect, just that this time master has been away long, disciple indeed worried, and if master encounters danger elsewhere, disciple should assist."
Xia Qinglian sneered: "You assist me?"
Qin Gengyun bowed: "Disciple’s cultivation is shallow, but I honor my master and never defy. If master commands, disciple’s whole self is at your disposal!"
His words were spoken with impassioned fervor, yet they sounded strange to Xia Qinglian; this past month, due to Qin Gengyun’s injuries, Qiu Zhihe at home had been quite accommodating during practice.
Many excessive requests were fulfilled by her, and she was quite familiar with all of him.
Now this guy covets more after gaining his wife, even the master cannot escape?
Qiu Zhihe, oh Qiu Zhihe, look at what you’ve done. I must teach this audacious rebel a lesson!
Xia Qinglian sharply said: "Bold! Master’s matters are none of your concern!"
Qin Gengyun quickly knelt: "Master, calm your anger, disciple just wants to ease master’s worries, without any disrespect!"
Xia Qinglian snorted lightly, Qiu Zhihe look, see how I discipline him; you always relent and get fooled, breaking boundaries repeatedly.
Look at me, learn a bit!
She inexplicably felt a bit proud, raised her hand saying: "Rise."
Qin Gengyun rose; Xia Qinglian said: "Body Cultivators have unrivaled physical strength, when trained to the limit, one power breaks ten-thousand methods. Blade and sword Immortal Techniques are useless against you, yet there are two things that can restrain a Body Cultivator."
Qin Gengyun knew master was about to teach him something new, feeling excited, quickly bowing to learn:
"Please master, instruct me."
Xia Qinglian blandly said: "Poison Technique, and... Charm Technique."
"Poison Technique, Charm Technique?" Qin Gengyun had always dreamed of being a Sword Cultivator, not knowing much about Body Cultivators; these two techniques that restrain Body Cultivators were new to him.
Xia Qinglian did not elaborate, a gentle hand raised, sending a blood-scented mist towards Qin Gengyun.
"What’s this?"
Qin Gengyun was caught off guard; it was too late as he raised his hand to cover his mouth. A dizzy feeling swept over him, his body weakened, kneeling down.
The sound of footsteps approached, and a pair of small, embroidered shoes appeared before his eyes. Around the shoe mouth were white socks woven from fine silk, leading up to slender ankles, higher still those long, even jade legs, as his master’s voice reached his ears:
"Soft Blood Mist, the most commonly used poison by Poison Cultivators, makes one weak and powerless within a short time."
Qin Gengyun’s body weakened, head aching; before him, those long, tight jade legs squatted down, majestic mountains flashed by, revealing a beautiful face under a red veil, close enough to feel her breath:
"Such a low-level poison can make you collapse, at others’ mercy."
Qin Gengyun struggled to speak: "Master, what should I do?"
Xia Qinglian reached into her bosom, the curves of her arm turned sharp pressing against, as Qin Gengyun quickly averted his gaze, dared not stare. Soon, he held a black Spirit Crystal:
"Dragon Scale Technique, enhances physical strength, when mastered, becomes immune to all poisons."
Master’s silky fingers brushed across Qin Gengyun’s palm, her voice continued in his ear.
Qin Gengyun trembled slightly, sensing today’s master seemed different; he took the black Spirit Crystal, bowed saying:
"Thank you, master! I will strive harder in practice!"
Xia Qinglian flicked her hand, a wisp of green smoke entered his nostrils, quickly dissolving the toxin of Soft Blood Mist.
Qin Gengyun stood up, respectfully said: "Master, Dragon Scale Technique can resist poison, but how does one counter Charm Technique?"
Xia Qinglian looked at him, suddenly asked: "Have you experienced what Charm Technique is?"
Qin Gengyun shook his head.
"Charm Technique has no antidote; only personal experience and mental fortitude can resist."
Qin Gengyun puzzled: "How do I personally experience it?"
As he spoke, his eyes widened sharply.
He saw his cold and matchless master raise her hand to untie the strap of her robe; the next moment, the red garment slipped to the ground.
