Chapter 97: Now My Whole Body Feels Filled with Senior Sister’s Essence!

“Senior Sister, you can start by injecting a tiny amount of sword intent into me first. Then, see if I can refine it before deciding further.”

He Yimo suppressed his excitement as much as possible, speaking earnestly.

Just the thought of the supreme destiny he inherited from the Mother Goddess last night made every cell in his body buzz with exhilaration.

He had waited sixteen years for this day!

From today onward, he was no longer a waste. Even without unlocking his demonic heritage, just the protagonist halo of the Innate Sword Saint Physique alone was enough for He Yimo to dominate the upcoming arcs!

After surviving the Chen Jianxin crisis, the story has shifted from a hellish struggle to pure power fantasy!

“You… are really this confident?”

The White-Robed Kensei was stunned by He Yimo’s inexplicable arrogance, her beautiful eyes slightly dazed as she snapped out of her childhood reminiscences.

She wasn’t sure where He Yimo’s confidence came from, but at least in terms of his gaze and aura, it truly resembled Mo Yuyan’s own youthful pride from back then.

“Senior Sister…”

Seeing her hesitation, He Yimo took a deep breath.

He placed both hands on Mo Yuyan’s shoulders, bringing his face close to hers, speaking word by word with great gravitas:

“Senior Sister, you know me. Your disciple truly wishes to improve.

Last night, in the battle against that despicable Gu Wanglan, I deeply felt the insurmountable gap between us. Never before have I felt so insignificant, so powerless compared to the strong…

If I had spent less time wandering around Luocheng and trained seriously these past years, breaking through a few more realms, then perhaps when Gu Wanglan self-destructed, I could have stepped in to help Senior Sister! Instead of standing helplessly like a spectator, watching you get hurt while unable to do a thing!”

“So…

Senior Sister, be ruthless just this once!

Otherwise, this disciple’s thirst for progress will remain forever unquenched!”

By the end, He Yimo’s voice was thick with emotion.

Mo Yuyan was moved by his heartfelt words. She assumed that He Yimo had been thoroughly humiliated by Gu Wanglan last night, his pride crushed, leading to this sudden, profound enlightenment.

She could sympathize deeply—after all, she too had been schemed against by the shameless Gu Wanglan. If not for He Yimo sending Wangxue to intervene at the critical moment, she might not have escaped unscathed!

“Very well.”

“To recognize one’s faults and correct them is a great virtue!

Senior Sister shall grant your wish this once.”

After a long silence, Mo Yuyan smirked, pinching He Yimo’s cheek with satisfaction.

Though she still didn’t hold much hope that his frail body could refine her sword intent, his attitude had completely transformed from that of a spoiled young master to someone determined to improve. And who could dislike a junior brother striving for greatness?

However, just as He Yimo was secretly celebrating, Mo Yuyan poured cold water on his excitement:

“But don’t celebrate too soon, He Yimo. This time, Senior Sister will only inject the tiniest wisp of sword intent for you to experience. Cultivation is not something that can be rushed with just Senior Sister’s help…”

“The key isn’t the amount of sword intent I give, but your comprehension! Whether your physique can refine even this single thread of sword intent!”

At the end, Mo Yimo sighed helplessly.

She was pleased by He Yimo’s ambition, but she feared he was aiming too high. If his expectations clashed too harshly with reality, it might backfire and crush his spirit.

Thus, she repeatedly reminded him to temper his hopes.

“Don’t worry, Senior Sister! This disciple can handle it!”

Yet, despite her warnings, He Yimo’s excitement remained undiminished.

They arrived at Mo Yuyan’s bedroom.

The immortal walked in first, lifting the curtain for him and gesturing for He Yimo to step inside.

Mo Yuyan’s room was simple. Aside from the faint fragrance in the air and a few scattered cosmetics on the dressing table, there was nothing particularly feminine about its furnishings.

He Yimo had slept here once before.

Back then, he had collapsed from a fever, and Mo Yuyan had placed him on this bed, burying him under seven or eight layers of quilts—nearly suffocating him.

Now, invited back into her room, He Yimo once again felt his pulse quicken under the late-night, intimate atmosphere.

“Sit. No need to be so stiff.”

Mo Yuyan closed the door behind her, then drew the curtains and lit a lamp with spiritual energy, gesturing for He Yimo to climb onto the bed.

The room’s decor reflected Mo Yuyan’s neutral, utilitarian personality—no excessive frills, just orderly and efficient furniture placement.

He Yimo observed briefly before complying.

Since he was only wearing a bathrobe and underwear, getting onto the bed required no extra effort.

Mo Yuyan, however, took a bit more preparation. She sat at the edge of the bed, first removing unnecessary outer layers of her robes, then slipping off her silver-heeled shoes. Finally, clad only in a light wrapped dress, she settled onto the bed cross-legged.

“Take off your top, then turn your back to me.”

Mo Yuyan patted the spot before her.

He Yimo nodded, loosening his bathrobe to bare his back completely.

Mo Yuyan stared for a moment before realizing—

“No wonder you only wore a bathrobe. You planned this from the start?”

Honestly, she had initially assumed he had some lewd intentions and dressed lightly for easy access later.

“Just being efficient.”

He Yimo shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

Since he was facing away, he could only peek at her reflection in the floor-length mirror.

Seeing him so composed, Mo Yuyan swallowed lightly, suppressing any odd thoughts.

She closed her eyes, palms pressed together, as a chilling aura gathered around her hands.

“Hold your breath in your dantian. Senior Sister will help you warm up your meridians first.”

“Huuu—
BOOM!”

The moment Mo Yuyan pressed her palms against his back, He Yimo’s entire upper body jolted violently as if struck by a blizzard cyclone.

“Gh—?!”

The excruciating tearing sensation in his chest and the icy numbness spreading through his palms nearly made He Yimo choke.

Is she trying to kill me?!

Even at maximum output, his aunt’s energy-transfer sessions were not even one-tenth as intense as Mo Yuyan’s opening move!

If not for his resilient physique, a regular Foundation Establishment cultivator would have bled from every orifice by now!

Is this her first time doing this?!

He Yimo gritted his teeth, unable to even beg for mercy as he drowned in the overwhelming flood of energy.

BZZZT—!

The high-purity spiritual energy surged endlessly. Sweat dripped down He Yimo’s forehead.

But after a while, his breathing steadied.

He cautiously opened his eyes, realizing his body’s resistance was fading.

Soon, he even felt the urge to ask mockingly—

“Senior Sister, did you skip breakfast today?”

“This is the power of [Supreme Destiny]?”

“Breaking through mortal limits feels amazing! ”

“It’s like grinding endless materials in-game and maxing out in one go!”

Now that the pain had faded, He Yimo’s excitement grew.

With his meridians flooded with Mo Yuyan’s energy, he even had the leisure to sneak glances at her reflection.

But the moment their eyes met—

“?”

Mo Yuyan’s eyes widened slightly.

Unless she was hallucinating, He Yimo looked utterly relaxed—no sign of strain, his complexion glowing with vitality!

This should not be possible for a first-timer!

She had expected him to be howling in pain.

Was her energy input still too weak?

“……”

The energy transfer continued, but Mo Yuyan started sensing something off.

Normally, energy transfer involved injecting spiritual energy to stimulate the recipient’s own energy flow, manually guiding its circulation.

Once a certain threshold was reached, the transfer should stop, shifting focus to regulating the existing energy.

Yet, in He Yimo’s case, no matter how much she poured in, his body seemed like a bottomless pit—not only not reaching capacity, but the energy she had already injected was disappearing!

Could energy transfer also drain the giver’s reserves?!

This was Mo Yuyan’s first time doing this.

In her youth, Mu Yanran had always been the one aiding her.

And now, despite her high cultivation, no disciple had ever dared to ask the Sword Chief for personal guidance—until He Yimo.

She wasn’t stingy about the energy loss, but she worried she was doing it wrong, accidentally harming him.

“He Yimo… how do you feel now?”

“Mission control: I have exited the capsule. Feeling excellent!”

“—?”

Mo Yuyan didn’t get his nonsense, but one thing was clear—he was thriving!

“Hmm. Then the problem must be me.”

She nodded calmly, concluding she had been too cautious.

Surely, I just wasn’t giving him enough energy!

“Keep regulating your energy. Senior Sister will increase the output!”

Biting her lip, she forced more energy into him.

“Gh—!”

“How is it?”

She thought this should be enough, but still asked.

He Yimo exhaled slowly, a faint smirk appearing.

“Actually… kind of nice?”

“—?”

Mo Yuyan’s eyebrow twitched.

Should a Foundation Establishment disciple be able to handle this level of energy transfer?!

She was starting to regret not consulting Mu Yanran first.

Now, with neither of them experienced, things were escalating unpredictably.

“Then… should Senior Sister increase it further?”

Mo Yimo licked her lips nervously.

Meanwhile, He Yimo’s eyes widened.

“Wait, you can go higher?”

“Of course?”

“I thought this was your maximum.”

“Hah?”

Mo Yuyan felt mildly insulted.

She scoffed. “This isn’t even a tenth of my full power.”

“Then… go up another tenth.”

“As you wish!”

Somehow, Mo Yuyan’s competitive spirit had been ignited.

She refused to believe that, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, she couldn’t even satisfy a mere Foundation Establishment junior brother!

“Ghk—!”

“Now?”

“Still manageable.”

“More.”

“Ghh—!”

“Now?”

“Almost there…”

“More!”

“HOLY CRAP—!”

After several brutal increases, He Yimo finally choked, energy overflowing in his throat.

His body was at its limit, even with his demonic heritage, [Sword Saint Physique], [Nine-Colored Deer’s Blessing], and [Mother Goddess’ Favor].

Any more, and he might explode.

“Stop! STOP! It’s enough! Senior Sister, no more! Any more and my body will break!”

He Yimo finally surrendered.

Meanwhile, Mo Yimo was drenched in sweat, her lips bitten red, her eyes blazing with exhaustion.

She looked like she had just fought a life-or-death battle.

“Good. I thought you’d never be satisfied.”

Panting, she reduced the flow, and both of them gradually calmed down.

He Yimo wiped his sweat, then handed her a fresh towel.

“Senior Sister, for you.”

“Mn.”

She accepted it, dabbing her forehead.

She hadn’t expected energy transfer to be this exhausting.

At the end, she had even felt dizzy, her spiritual reserves noticeably depleted.

“He Yimo… how do you feel now?”

“Me? I feel like my whole body is filled with Senior Sister’s essence!”

“—?”

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### [Early Morning, Birds Chirping]

Jiang Jinyue woke up early, applied some lip gloss, then headed toward Soot-Stained Peak in a cheerful mood.

She couldn’t wait to experiment on He Yimo!

But the moment she stepped out of the female dormitory, she slammed face-first into a pair of…

“Jiang Jinyue. The Celestial Master summons you.”

“I’m not going!”

“She said if you refuse, she won’t take you to the next meeting—”

“I’LL GO!”