Mo Changxing’s eyes grew increasingly profound as he watched Yun Qingxue’s expression twist with growing pain.
“Hahahaha!” The triumphant laughter of Purple Melody Sage suddenly rang out. At the same time, Mo Changxing’s figure rushed forward.
Seeing Yun Qingxue on the verge of collapse while their master continued channeling spiritual energy, he had no choice but to intervene.
Just as Mo Changxing made his move, Purple Melody Sage withdrew his own spiritual energy.
“Hmph! Including the five hundred years of cultivation from last time, I’ve now given my precious disciple five more years of cultivation than even your royal father!” Purple Melody Sage declared with undisguised pride, staring at Mo Changxing.
Mo Changxing arrived just in time to catch Yun Qingxue’s limp body as she collapsed against him.
He looked down at her without sparing a glance for Purple Melody Sage.
The sage observed the pair with deep eyes before turning wordlessly and departing on the wind.
He had carefully calculated the limits of Yun Qingxue’s endurance while transferring his energy. Now it was time for Mo Changxing, as her senior brother, to play his part.
Yun Qingxue leaned weakly against Mo Changxing, feeling as if thousands of ants were crawling through every cell and bone crevice in her body—a maddening sensation bordering on unbearable.
“Hold on, junior sister. Let me help you assimilate this energy,” Mo Changxing said with a deep frown, alarmed by her deathly pale complexion that made her seem moments from vanishing.
Yun Qingxue opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a sound through the torment. She felt her wrist being grasped and a palm pressed against her back as gentle energy flowed into her from both points.
Like a spring breeze, this soothing force gradually calmed the chaotic energies within her.
“Close your eyes and regulate your breathing,” Mo Changxing’s melodious voice instructed by her ear.
Yun Qingxue obediently closed her eyes. Moonlight illuminated her translucent pallor, creating an ethereal beauty.
Seeing her like this, Mo Changxing felt another pang of heartache. Suppressing his emotions, he began reciting in a rich, resonant voice:
“Spirit of heaven and earth, nurturer of all things.
Following celestial law, born of fortune, thriving by essence.
Spirit of all creation, gather in my heart.
My heart boundless, containing heaven and earth.”
The turbulent energy gradually settled under Mo Changxing’s guidance. Yun Qingxue exhaled deeply as he withdrew his hands and embraced her again.
“I’ve assimilated some of the energy for you. Familiarize yourself with it first. The remainder is temporarily sealed within you—I’ll help you gradually absorb it later.”
“Mm,” Yun Qingxue murmured weakly, completely drained from the night’s ordeal.
Mo Changxing smiled. “Let me take you back. After some rest, you’ll feel renewed tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” she whispered faintly, allowing him to carry her back on the wind.
Hearing knocking, Daise hurried to greet them. Seeing Yun Qingxue’s pallor, she gasped, “Mistress! What happened?”
Yun Qingxue waved weakly. “I’m fine. Just help me inside.”
Daise didn’t press further, quickly supporting her indoors.
As his arms emptied, Mo Changxing felt an unconscious twinge of loss.
“Rest well, junior sister,” he said from the doorway, watching her being assisted inside.
At the threshold, Yun Qingxue paused and turned back. “Thank you… for today.”
Mo Changxing halted mid-turn, his eyes darkening slightly before he smiled warmly. “No need for thanks between us.”
Returning a faint smile, Yun Qingxue let Daise guide her to bed.
Mo Changxing’s tall figure disappeared into the night.
Lying in bed, Yun Qingxue still couldn’t believe what had happened—she’d gained two thousand years of cultivation overnight!
How could such fortune simply fall from the sky?
It seemed too incredible to be true. Yet what purpose would such an elaborate deception serve?
Frowning despite her exhaustion, sleep eluded her.
Suddenly, she remembered the giant pearl Jin Lin had gifted her—containing cultivation methods and basic to intermediate spells.
Previously, practicing its methods had only slightly enhanced her speed and granted rudimentary telekinesis.
Retrieving the luminous pearl from her spatial ring, she willed it to glow. Characters materialized in the air.
Her eyes landed on an intermediate transformation spell—capable of fundamentally altering objects.
Testing this would confirm whether she’d truly inherited others’ cultivation!
Pointing at a chair beyond the bed curtains, she whispered, “Change!”
In a flash, the chair transformed into a large watermelon.
*Thud!* The melon shattered on impact, red juice splattering everywhere.
“Ah!” Daise, keeping night watch, gasped at the sudden noise.
She stared bewildered at the melon fragments—there’d been no watermelon in the room earlier! Glancing at the intact ceiling, she ruled out it falling from above.
Where had it come from? And the chair that had stood there was now gone…
“Mistress, do you need anything?” Daise ventured, wondering if her mistress had magically conjured a snack that accidentally fell.
“Nothing,” came the calm reply from behind the curtains. Yun Qingxue herself was stunned by the effortless success.
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