Chapter 65

Yuyao Palace, as the sleeping quarters of Princess Chuyao, had three floors and was very spacious. The third floor was Chuyao's private chamber.

Longchen, who had never entered a young lady's chamber before, was somewhat surprised to find that Chuyao's room was not as lavishly decorated as he had imagined. Instead, it was very simple, with a touch of rustic charm.

"Is it strange?"

Chuyao led Longchen into her chamber and said softly, "Actually, I've always been fantasizing that if I were born into a humble family, even without fine clothes and noble status, I could be free and easy."

Longchen smiled slightly and said, "That's just the view from the other side. Being born into poverty has its own hardships. To be truly free and easy in this world, one needs to have the corresponding strength."

Chuyao nodded and led Longchen to her inner chamber. Upon entering, Longchen was stunned to see that Chuyao's bedside was covered with portraits of him.

These paintings were not by a master artist, but they were more realistic and vivid than the paintings sold on the street.

"Did you draw these?" Longchen asked in surprise.

Chuyao's face turned slightly red, but she nodded bravely, her beautiful eyes looking at Longchen, "Since the Lantern Festival, drawing your portraits has become the only thing I want to do. Otherwise, my days would be even harder to bear."

Longchen was deeply moved. Looking at the much thinner Chuyao, his heart ached, "Chuyao."

He reached out and wrapped his arms around Chuyao's slender waist, then kissed her cherry lips passionately.

"Ah!"

Chuyao felt a sudden dizziness, her nose filled with Longchen's masculine scent. Her whole body tingled, and she tightly hugged Longchen's broad back, lost in the intoxicating feeling.

"Longchen, take me, I want to be your woman," Chuyao panted, her beautiful eyes filled with deep emotion, enough to melt steel.

With the beauty in his arms, Longchen felt as if his whole body was on fire, and his breathing became rapid.

Especially with the encouragement from the beauty, it completely ignited Longchen's most primitive desires. His hands slowly moved up from her waist.

"Longchen, I want to be your woman, even if I die, I will be content," Chuyao's body went limp, and she murmured.

Chuyao's voice was soft, but to Longchen, it was like a thunderclap. The passion that had been aroused was suddenly extinguished as if doused with cold water.

Chuyao panted softly, suddenly feeling Longchen's body stiffen. Her beautiful eyes slowly opened, and seeing Longchen's unnatural expression, she asked softly, "Longchen, what's wrong?"

Longchen took a deep breath, trying to keep his mind calm. He then kissed Chuyao's forehead lightly and said, "Chuyao, do you lack confidence in me?"

From Chuyao's murmurs, Longchen suddenly understood her heart. She had planned to end her life after giving herself to him.

Moreover, for some reason, Longchen had a bad premonition. He felt that if he took Chuyao now, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Although this feeling was mysterious, since merging with the Soul of the Alchemy Emperor, Longchen had extremely sharp intuition, which had never deceived him.

"Longchen..."

Chuyao looked at Longchen, suddenly throwing herself into his arms and sobbing, "Longchen, I love you. If I have to marry someone else, I would rather die."

Longchen gently stroked Chuyao's back. Indeed, his intuition was right. He patted Chuyao and said, "Chuyao, have you forgotten the poem we recited during the Lantern Festival?"

"Dragon roams the sea for ten thousand miles, Phoenix leaves the phoenix tree to accompany the world," Chuyao recited softly, but tears streamed down her beautiful eyes like broken pearls.

"Life and death, we will not abandon each other, Dragon and Phoenix will be together until old age," Longchen recited heavily, which was his initial promise to Chuyao.

Chuyao's hand gently caressed Longchen's face, sobbing, "But... can we really grow old together?"

"Of course, trust me," Longchen said solemnly.

"Alright, I trust my future husband," Chuyao wiped away her tears, a smile appearing on her beautiful face, like a pear blossom in the rain, incomparably beautiful.

"Chuyao, you are truly beautiful," Longchen said spontaneously.

"As long as you like, I will let you see me every day," Chuyao said this time without any shyness, but with deep joy.

"Ha ha, good, we have a long time ahead. I came to see you this time mainly to bring you something."

Longchen then took out the Melt Star Pill. As soon as it appeared, the light in the room became soft, even in the daytime, the glow of the pill could not be hidden.

"Take it, I will protect you," Longchen said.

Although she didn't know what it was, out of trust in Longchen, Chuyao obediently swallowed the Melt Star Pill.

Longchen had Chuyao sit cross-legged on the bed, and he placed one hand firmly on her back, his soul power spreading out, closely monitoring her condition.

This Melt Star Pill was a masterpiece that Longchen had spent great effort to refine, currently the pinnacle of his second-grade pills.

In less than two breaths, the pill rapidly dissolved, flooding Chuyao's body like a tidal wave.

"Don't worry about it, let it run wild," Longchen reminded her.

The Melt Star Pill, like mercury, seeped into every meridian in Chuyao's body. Her previously blocked meridians were gradually opened by the energy of the Melt Star Pill.

However, this process was not pleasant, like millions of ants crawling in her meridians, causing unbearable itching.

Chuyao knew this was something Longchen had refined for her, so she endured it, trying not to make any sounds of pain to avoid worrying Longchen.

Longchen deeply understood this pain. When he had initially channeled the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body, forcing the opening of his meridians, the pain was something he would never forget.

Although Chuyao's experience was better than his, the pain and itching were equally unbearable.

After half an hour, the power of the Melt Star Pill was completely integrated into Chuyao's meridians, and Longchen nodded.

"Next, guide all the power into your dantian. Remember to start from the ends of the meridians, like the sea accepting a hundred rivers."

Chuyao nodded and slowly circulated her spiritual energy, gradually gathering the power from her meridians and directing it to her dantian.

To Longchen's surprise, Chuyao's control over spiritual energy was astonishing, almost reaching the micro-level.

Chuyao was definitely a martial arts genius. Longchen couldn't help but marvel at her affinity for spiritual energy, which allowed her to achieve almost absolute control, which was truly astonishing.

If not for her dantian being locked by nine different types of spiritual energy, leading to chaotic output, the outcome on Luoxia Mountain might have been reversed.

"Alright, now speed up, like the surging waves of the Yangtze River, the faster the better," Longchen said softly.

As Chuyao gathered the power, it flowed like streams gradually converging into a river, growing stronger.

Following Longchen's advice, Chuyao increased her strength, and the energy-filled meridians poured into her dantian like roaring river water.

"Boom"

Chuyao's dantian shook, the nine different types of true qi that had been surrounding it, like chains, immediately became unstable under the powerful impact.

"Not enough, the power is still lacking,"

Longchen's face changed slightly, and his soul power surged out, attaching itself to the flood of power from the Melt Star Pill.

If the original power was like a flood, with the addition of Longchen's soul power, it became a mudslide.

"Pop, pop, pop..."

Nine consecutive explosions, the nine different types of spiritual energy that Chuyao had nurtured for years were immediately shattered, merging into her dantian.

"Boom"

Inside Chuyao's dantian, with the shattering of the nine different types of true qi, an endless amount of energy was released, directly pushing Chuyao, who was only at the ninth level of Qi Gathering, to the Blood Condensation realm.

"First level of Blood Condensation"

"Second level of Blood Condensation"

"Third level of Blood Condensation"

"..."

Her cultivation rapidly soared, the speed was terrifying.

Those nine different types of true qi were like nine pigs raised for years, all slaughtered at once, releasing a vast amount of energy, which was shocking.

This showed how terrifying Chuyao's talent was. Despite not being particularly diligent in her cultivation, she had accumulated so much energy, even surprising Longchen.

"Fifth level"

"Sixth level"

Longchen was stunned, finally understanding what a true genius was. Compared to Chuyao, Huang Shang was nothing.

"Seventh level"

"Eighth level"

Longchen's face changed. He realized that Chuyao's cultivation was still rapidly increasing, and it seemed she was about to break through the Blood Condensation realm and advance to a higher level.

"Boom"

As expected, another explosion, Chuyao's cultivation advanced to the ninth level, and there was still a lot of energy left in her body.

"Trouble"

Longchen muttered, the Fengfu Star fully activated, and a thick stream of spiritual energy directly entered Chuyao's body, sealing her dantian tightly.

"Spit"

Longchen spat out a mouthful of blood. He had to input spiritual energy into Chuyao's body to avoid injuring her, so he could only defend, not attack, and suffered greatly from the uncontrolled spiritual energy.

"Longchen..."

Chuyao cried out in alarm. At this point, she could no longer control her cultivation, and she was very anxious.

"It's fine, focus your mind, stabilize your energy, and absolutely do not break through, or it will greatly affect your foundation in the future," Longchen said while suppressing Chuyao's dantian.

Chuyao quickly calmed her mind and cooperated with Longchen to control the energy in her dantian.

Fortunately, Chuyao's control over energy was excellent. Knowing how critical the situation was, she focused all her attention on controlling her dantian.

After a full hour, the energy in her dantian finally calmed down. Chuyao collapsed on the bed, having consumed a lot of mental energy.

Longchen was not much better. If not for his exceptionally strong soul power, he would have fainted long ago. The feeling of only defending and not attacking was truly terrible.

Placing Chuyao on the bed, he pulled the covers over her, left a note for her to rest well, and left everything to him.

When Chuyao's father, Chu Feng, saw Longchen come down after waiting for three hours, he was at a loss for words.

Longchen didn't even have the energy to explain, only saying, "Let's go, I'm very tired."

However, as they left Yuyao Palace, they were stopped by someone.

"Fourth Prince invites you."