When Lin Xinyao finally slipped out of his small courtyard, Mo Li didn't follow.He stood by the low window, arms folded across his chest, watching the morning mist curl around the distant sect peaks.
Her delicate frost qi still clung to him — tiny threads of cold yin that hadn't fully settled even after she left. It made every breath taste faintly sweet and sharp, like biting snow on his tongue.
He settled cross-legged on the thin mat, exhaling slowly. The moment he drew his demonic qi inward, her yin flooded toward his core in a hungry rush.
"Ah—"His eyes flared red for a heartbeat, mouth curling into a dark smile.
Inside his dantian, crimson qi swirled, mixing greedily with faint silver traces of Lin Xinyao's frost. The yin was so pure — a virgin yin from a rare Frozen Jade constitution — it seemed to crackle as it sank into his meridians.
His cultivation base, once so pathetic in this new body, surged. Barriers shattered one after another.
Qi Gathering 3 ➔ 4… 5… 6.
He didn't even have to struggle. Her yin carried him, each pulse of it battering through the walls that would've normally held him back for months.
A deep, savage pleasure rippled through his veins — an almost orgasmic heat that left him gasping.
"Fuck… it's been far too long…"
In his past life, breaking through even a single stage had required oceans of rare resources and careful foundation building. After Spirit Severing, every slight rise took decades.
But now, with a fresh young body and Lin Xinyao's perfect yin feeding his demonic core, it felt sinfully easy.
When he finally opened his eyes, faint crimson lines still glowed across his pupils before fading.
He drew in a breath, sorting through the scattered fragments left by the body's original soul.
Mo Li had been practically an orphan — parents dead in a border skirmish.
Picked up by a recruitment elder, brought to the sect not for talent but to fill quotas, laboring as an outer disciple doing menial tasks: sweeping courtyards, hauling herbs, collecting beast dung.
Even those worthless senior brothers and sisters liked to bully him, extort his spirit stones, slap him around for minor amusements.
Mo Li's mouth twisted into a thin, lethal smile.
"I'll take good care of this body, little Mo Li.I'll make sure every last one of those dogs who stepped on you pays in blood and qi."
A knock sounded, almost hesitant. Then the door creaked open without waiting for an answer.
"Mo Li…? Are you inside?"
A lilting, teasing voice, edged with playful sharpness. Qin Rou.
He turned, finding the curvy, soft-faced outer disciple framed in the doorway. Her long lashes fluttered as she peeked inside, lips tugging up in a coy smile.
"Senior Sister sent me to fetch you. Said there's trouble by the east practice field — some herbs went missing, and you were seen nearby yesterday.She's… very angry."
Her dark eyes slid up and down his body, lingering a heartbeat too long on his chest, the faint glow still retreating from his cultivation session.
"But don't worry, Mo Li. I'll help you explain… if you're nice to me."
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Mo Li tilted his head, studying her shameless little act.The way her spiritual robe strained across her breasts when she leaned against the door frame. The way her qi — untrained, chaotic — practically spilled out in soft waves that fed his demonic instincts.
"So eager to sniff around a wolf's den…"
His smile sharpened, crimson flickering in his eyes again.
"Then lead the way, Qin Rou.Let's see how much trouble your dear Senior Sister wants to cause today."