Chapter 98: Sleep – Consider This an Extra Reward

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

He Yimo’s eyes faintly glowed with an icy blue light.

Thanks to the buffs from the Innate Sword Saint Physique, his entire body was now brimming with Mo Yuyan’s spiritual energy, as if a single swing of his sword could mimic three-tenths of Senior Sister’s sword intent!

Now that he had adapted to Mo Yuyan’s spiritual energy, the only thing left was to refine her sword intent within his body!

“Why does that sound so strange when you say it?”

Mo Yuyan bit her lip, her immortal face tinged with confusion and an undeniable blush.

She wanted to correct his phrasing, but on second thought, what he said wasn’t wrong—after such a prolonged infusion of energy, his body was undoubtedly overflowing with her spiritual essence. Though whether it actually carried her scent was another matter.

“What’s strange about it?”

He Yimo played dumb, pretending not to understand.

At the same time, he raised his hand, bringing two fingers together—a faint, icy-blue flame flickering at his fingertips.

“I mean it! Look, Senior Sister—even my spiritual energy has taken on your color!”

Like a newly ascended young genius, He Yimo eagerly examined the transformation of his energy.

But before he could finish speaking, Mo Yuyan’s face flushed even redder. She quickly covered his eyes and turned his head away—

“Enough! Sit properly and focus on your cultivation!”

Mo Yuyan’s pride couldn’t handle this. She never expected a simple energy transfer to have this kind of effect.

And they hadn’t even started the refinement process yet!

“If you’re still feeling fine, then Senior Sister will now begin the proper energy circulation process!”

“He Yimo, if you can endure this too, I’ll infuse you with a strand of my sword intent!”

“Whether you can refine it or not… that will be up to your own destiny!”

—

Several hours later, the sun had already risen.

Yet, the battle on the bed at Soot-Stained Peak was still reaching its climax.

Last night, He Yimo had been mercilessly flooded by Mo Yuyan’s energy, then subjected to her fierce, dominant manipulation of that energy inside him.

By the time they finished, the sky outside was already bright.

On the bed, He Yimo was drenched in sweat—though Mo Yuyan wasn’t faring much better. Her face was pale, her spiritual energy nearly drained dry by He Yimo’s seemingly bottomless Foundation Establishment physique.

After some reflection, Mo Yuyan concluded two things:

1. She had already been injured from her battle with Gu Wanglan. Though the Nine-Colored Deer’s healing had temporarily restored her, her stamina was still depleted.

2. He Yimo’s potential was terrifying—far beyond what she had observed in the past half-month!

Now, Mo Yuyan had to admit—she had completely misjudged him.

That pampered young master she had once mocked was now making unparalleled progress under her guidance!

She still didn’t know what was happening inside He Yimo.

But one thing was certain:

Before her energy transfer, his growth had been painfully average.

Yet after last night… his cultivation skyrocketed visibly—like parched earth suddenly drenched in a storm, seeds bursting into life overnight.

Could it be…

Compatibility of body and nature?

But if that were the case, He Yimo’s body shouldn’t be able to accommodate other energies so effortlessly.

Mo Yimo had noticed that He Yimo was like a treasure basin—containing not just her energy, but also:

– Traces of the Nine-Colored Deer’s power
– A pale golden seal
– And a mysterious dark energy, locked away so deeply that even she couldn’t peer inside

What was even more absurd?

Despite all this, his body still greedily absorbed the high-purity spiritual energy from her Innate Frost-Resistant Saint Physique!

This bizarre constitution reminded Mo Yimo of something her master once said.

—

A month ago, her master had told her to retrieve a seemingly ordinary boy from the Grand Tutor’s mansion.

Back then, Mo Yimo had scoffed—but her master had just stroked his beard with a cryptic smile.

“This is an agreement between me and the Grand Tutor. No need for explanations.”

Now, Mo Yimo realized:

He Yimo wasn’t just a spoiled young master.

The Grand Tutor’s mansion held immense resources and influence in the Great Xia Dynasty—there was no reason to send a talented heir to the Wuji Sect unless…

That pale golden seal in He Yimo’s body—and the locked-away power—must be the key.

That was why the Sect Master insisted Mo Yimo bring him back personally.

And why he made her swear to protect He Yimo at all costs.

“…Too complicated. I’ll ask Senior Sister Mu later.”

Mo Yuyan dismissed the thought, unwilling to dive deeper.

She withdrew her hands, ending the energy transfer, and began restoring her own depleted reserves.

Meanwhile, He Yimo finally snapped out of his meditative state.

He opened his eyes—first feeling invincible, then utterly exhausted.

“How do you feel?”

“Good… just… tired…”

He rubbed his eyes, forcing himself to stay alert.

Behind him, Mo Yimo studied his weary reflection in the mirror.

“Fatigue is normal. I’ve been refining your energy for hours.”

Her tone softened slightly, a rare note of praise slipping in.

“But honestly… you held on better than I expected.”

“Sorry, He Yimo. Senior Sister underestimated you. Your talent isn’t bad—no, it’s actually far from what I assumed.”

He Yimo nodded absently, too drained to fully process her words.

His initial excitement had faded—now, all he wanted was to test his sword intent compatibility.

Mo Yimo observed his exhaustion but hesitated.

“You need rest.”

“But we’re already this far…”

“Why are you so obsessed with my sword intent?”

She raised an eyebrow, baffled.

She had promised him—it wasn’t like she’d take it back.

“Senior Sister, just a test. I want to see if my sword path talent has improved…”

His voice was weak but stubborn.

Last night’s energy transfer had only tested his physical endurance.

Sword intent was the real trial—a pure evaluation of his Innate Sword Saint Physique’s effectiveness.

“…Fine.”

Seeing his determination, she sighed—both exasperated and impressed.

She raised two fingers, gathering a crystalline strand of sword intent—

“He Yimo, prepare yourself—”

But before she could finish, He Yimo’s eyes fluttered shut.

His swaying body lurched forward, nearly collapsing face-first.

Mo Yimo lunged to catch him—

“Ah! S-Sorry, Senior Sister!”

He jolted awake, forcing himself upright.

“I’m fine… I can still… cultivate…”

His mumbling voice trailed off.

Behind him, Mo Yimo exhaled in relief.

—Only for him to slump backwards the next instant, head landing squarely between her chest.

“…Asleep?”

Mo Yimo blinked, caught off guard.

His cheek pressed snugly into her soft cleavage, his breathing steady and deep.

A flicker of affection and guilt stirred in her chest.

He had pushed himself to the limit—just to prove himself to her.

And in doing so, he had shattered every preconception she had about him.

She sighed, unable to bring herself to shove him away.

Instead, she carefully lifted his head, shifting him onto her black-stockinged lap.

“Sleep. Consider this an extra reward.”