But he knew very well that to accomplish all this, today he absolutely had to fill Yan Shuiming up, let her savor, down to the last drop, the delicious taste of his Yang Qi!
No more hesitation—he immediately started pouring his Yang Qi out with reckless abandon.
As he pumped it in, Qin Qi couldn’t help but ask, "Senior, I wonder if my Yang Qi can be of any real help to you?"
"Mm!" Yan Shuiming was clearly immersed in her cultivation, answering with utter simplicity.
"Shall I just stick to this rhythm then?" Qin Qi continued.
Yan Shuiming had no objections, "Alright..."
And so, the transmission of Yang Qi went on for two whole days and nights.
At first, Qin Qi was fine—he’d planned to show off, really let Yan Shuiming feel just how abundant his Yang Qi was.
But when two days and nights finally passed, he realized he’d still underestimated the power of someone at the Nascent Soul Stage.
The gap in cultivation was just too damn big. Even if his Yang Qi was freakishly rich compared to other cultivators, it was still nowhere near enough.
After an hour of this, his stores of Yang Qi were nearly depleted. Any more and he’d have to draw from his primordial energy.
But since he’d already promised Yan Shuiming, even if it cost him his primordial energy, there was no turning back now. All he could do was grit his teeth and keep pouring into this bottomless pit.
Thankfully, just as Qin Qi’s Yang Qi was completely drained—
Yan Shuiming stopped her cultivation.
"That’s enough!" Yan Shuiming stood up.
When Qin Qi heard that, his anxious heart finally calmed; his body flopped to the ground with a thud, face pale, breath weak.
Looking at Yan Shuiming again, there wasn’t a hint of her earlier weakness—her lips were rosy, teeth gleaming, complexion radiant—a beauty freshly baked!
Yan Shuiming shot Qin Qi a glance, "How do you feel?"
Qin Qi gave a bitter smile, "Not bad, at least I didn’t lose any primordial energy. But Senior, is your cultivation technique still working as it should?"
"It’s all thanks to your Yang Qi this time—I managed to get through the bottleneck." Yan Shuiming explained.
Qin Qi couldn’t help but ask, "Senior, may I ask, what cultivation technique are you practicing? Why do you need such a huge supply of Yang Qi?"
Yan Shuiming’s lips curled, then she asked, "Qin Qi, since you’re from outside the secret realm, ever heard those strange stories about female ghosts absorbing men’s Yang Qi?"
Qin Qi froze, "Come on, Senior, you’re joking, right?"
"I’m not joking with you!"
Yan Shuiming clasped her hands behind her back, "Actually, it has nothing to do with the cultivation technique itself. All ghost cultivators face this path. For a ghost cultivator, the most important thing is to forge a physical body!"
"Soul and flesh—the former is essence, the latter is life. One’s a Yang body, the other’s a Yin soul. If you want a complete body, and escape the yin soul state, you need massive amounts of Yang Qi!"
Hearing that, Qin Qi thought back to how the Spiritual Evil Women’s Team had craved his Yang Qi before.
So that’s the reason!
Yan Shuiming stood tall and continued, "That’s why ghost cultivators aren’t popular in this secret realm—because for us to cultivate normally, we have to devour loads of men’s Yang Qi!"
"But absorbing Yang Qi isn’t something you can casually control. One wrong move, you might suck someone dry like a husk!"
"Of course, no cultivator would agree to that. I ended up here by accident. If the main battlefield didn’t have other ways to provide Yang Qi, I wouldn’t even be able to stay here!"
"But, the Yang Qi supplied by the main battlefield—it’s nothing compared to what a real man’s Yang Qi can offer..."
As she finished, Yan Shuiming’s gaze locked onto Qin Qi, eyes openly greedy.
Qin Qi shivered from fright.
Holy shit...
What does Yan Shuiming see me as?
"S-senior... maybe give me a few days to recover first!" Qin Qi quickly pleaded.
Yan Shuiming saw Qin Qi jump, and had to chuckle, "Relax, your Yang Qi is far tastier than other men’s. I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you!"
"I’ll give you half a month to recuperate. Coincidentally, my cultivation technique’s interval is about half a month. The main battlefield will try to provide me with other sources in the meantime, but it’s mostly extracted from the corpses of fallen cultivators. Compared to yours, that stuff is like dirt to gold!"
Qin Qi had really been scared silly by Yan Shuiming just now.
But thinking about it—
If his Yang Qi could fill Yan Shuiming, taming her wouldn’t be a problem.
With that in mind, he steeled himself and said, "Senior, since I’ve already agreed, I won’t go back on my word. But have you ever considered—our current method of Yang Qi transmission is hardly efficient!"
"Oh? What do you mean?" Yan Shuiming immediately asked with great interest.
Qin Qi scratched his head, "Forget it, better not say it. If I do, you might get angry."
Yan Shuiming could tell Qin Qi was deliberately being mysterious.
But, anything that could maximize Yang Qi transmission was, without a doubt, very interesting to her.
She immediately pressed, "Don’t tease me, spit it out. If you can genuinely satisfy me with your Yang Qi, I’ll agree to any condition you ask for!"
With Yan Shuiming saying that, Qin Qi felt relieved; he smiled, "Senior, you should know that to get the greatest efficiency in Yang Qi transmission, you actually need physical contact!"
"And the closer and more intimate the contact, the higher the efficiency!"
Yan Shuiming was a little stunned at first, but as she quietly digested Qin Qi’s words, a blush swept across her cheeks.
She snorted lightly, "Qin Qi, do you—are you secretly harboring thoughts about me?"
Qin Qi immediately denied it, "I wouldn’t dare, Senior! I’m just laying out the facts. Naturally, I’ll follow your lead in everything!"
He sounded calm, but inside, cold sweat was pouring down his back.
Is every Nascent Soul Stage monster this sharp? He’d already said it pretty delicately, and she still instantly read his intentions?
Damn, that’s scary!
Luckily, Yan Shuiming soon broke out in a coquettish laugh, "You’d better NOT have those ideas. Dual cultivation with me is fine, but that doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate any lecherous intentions from you!"
"But I suppose, you don’t have the guts anyway!"
Qin Qi was panicking inside.
But even as he freaked out, he refused to accept Yan Shuiming’s words.
Damn, I don’t have the guts?
I’ve got way more guts than anyone!
And the more you refuse, the more it feels like a challenge!
"Alright, time’s up. Your ghost servant should be almost recovered. I’ll bring you to take a look!" Yan Shuiming suddenly changed the subject.
Upon hearing this, Qin Qi was thoroughly delighted, jumping up to his feet in anticipation.