“Mmph...”
In the bedroom, the cool mist over the cold jade couch was largely dispersed by the heat.
After a long time, Zhang Mingyuan finally relented and let go of Su Jinxue.
Su Jinxue leaned weakly against the edge of the cold jade couch, her breathing slightly ragged.
A thin layer of watery mist shimmered in her ruby eyes. A deep blush, stubborn and refusing to fade, dyed her normally cold and aloof face.
She raised her hand to push him away, but when her palm landed on his chest, it was soft and completely devoid of strength.
Looking down at her in this state, the corners of Zhang Mingyuan's mouth curled up uncontrollably.
Tsk.
Little Xuexue had actually been kissed into submission!
If he had dared to do this in the past, this woman would have definitely slashed him with a single sword strike, sending him flying all the way from Myriad Snow Palace to the gates of Qingyun Heaven Sacred Ground.
But what about now?
Hehehe.
Legally wedded Dao companions!
Certified by Heaven and Earth!
No one could say otherwise!
Sensing his smug gaze, Su Jinxue bit her lower lip in embarrassment and anger, asking coldly, “What are you looking at?”
“I'm looking at how beautiful my wife is.” Zhang Mingyuan answered righteously.
The tips of Su Jinxue's ears turned red, and she averted her gaze. “Slick-tongued devil.”
“How is this being slick-tongued?” Zhang Mingyuan said with a deadpan face. “I, Zhang Mingyuan, have always been honest and reliable. Every word I speak comes straight from the bottom of my heart.”
Su Jinxue sneered. “You? Honest and reliable?”
“Of course!”
“Then you said you were going to plant the Soul-Tracking Imprint, but ended up kissing me halfway through. You call that honest and reliable?”
Zhang Mingyuan coughed lightly, replying without a shred of shame, “That's called adjusting the casting steps on the fly.”
Su Jinxue: “...”
She took a deep breath, barely holding back the urge to pinch his ear again.
This bastard! Five thousand years, and he was still as shameless as ever!
Seeing that she was about to blow her top again, Zhang Mingyuan quickly reached out to press down on her shoulders, saying with a grin, “Alright, alright. I'm really not messing around this time.”
“You better not be.” Su Jinxue glared at him.
Zhang Mingyuan raised his hand again, a gentle thread of azure spiritual light condensing at his fingertip.
“Don't move.”
The thread of spiritual light gently touched the space between Su Jinxue's eyebrows, like a drop of spring water rippling into an icy lake as it seeped into her soul.
Su Jinxue's eyelashes fluttered slightly, though her body was no longer as tense as before.
Zhang Mingyuan's movements were incredibly gentle. He left an imprint deep within her soul.
With this, a mysterious, intangible connection was established between them.
If she traveled far away, Zhang Mingyuan would know her exact location. If she fell into danger, Zhang Mingyuan would be the first to sense it.
A moment later, the azure light faded.
Zhang Mingyuan withdrew his hand and nodded in satisfaction. “Done.”
Su Jinxue slowly opened her eyes.
She could clearly feel that an aura belonging to Zhang Mingyuan had been added to her soul.
It wasn't forceful. It wasn't overbearing. It rested there quietly like a gentle azure breeze.
She fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, “What is the name of your Soul-Tracking Imprint?”
Zhang Mingyuan was taken aback. “What else could it be called? The Soul-Tracking Imprint, of course.”
Su Jinxue said flatly, “The one I planted on you is called the Soul-Tracking Imprint. Since you planted one on me, it should have a different name.”
Zhang Mingyuan rubbed his chin, pondering seriously for a moment before his eyes suddenly lit up. “Then let's call it the Hubby's Exclusive Invincible Ultimate Lock-On Little Xuexue Imprint!”
Su Jinxue stared at him expressionlessly.
The bedroom fell dead silent for three breaths.
Zhang Mingyuan silently backtracked. “...How about we just stick to Soul-Tracking Imprint?”
Only then did Su Jinxue let out a soft snort.
She raised her bare foot and kicked him lightly, her tone soft and lingering. “Can you tell me now?”
Zhang Mingyuan blinked. “Tell you what?”
Su Jinxue stared at him. “What exactly did you do when you rushed out earlier?”
Zhang Mingyuan's heart skipped a beat.
He looked into her ruby eyes.
They were as cold as ever, yet they held a hint of concern that was hard to detect.
She asked casually, but Zhang Mingyuan knew very well that she had been worrying this whole time.
Ever since he abruptly left Myriad Snow Palace, she had been anxious.
The Scripture Pavilion, Taixu Sacred Ground, the Heavenly Dao space.
Even though she couldn't see what he was doing, she could sense his location.
He had run around so frantically and chaotically; how could she not worry?
Zhang Mingyuan's heart softened.
But in the next instant, he suppressed that tenderness.
He couldn't tell her yet. At the very least, he couldn't let her know that he was aware of her Dao injury.
With Little Xuexue's personality, if she found out he planned to use his own immortal Dao source energy to save her, she might lock him up on the spot or seal his dantian to prevent him from breaking through any further.
Although the Heavenly Dao would provide backup source energy to prevent his realm from dropping, such an undertaking was still fraught with immense danger.
Rebuilding someone else's dantian? That was like performing brain surgery back on Blue Star.
No, it was even worse. He would have to extract his own immortal Dao source energy and transfer it to Little Xuexue.
One wrong move, and he could end up in grave danger himself...
So, he had to keep it a secret for now.
Wait, hold on!
Could he just have the Heavenly Dao directly give the immortal Dao source energy to Little Xuexue?
No, that wouldn't work!
He didn't trust external source energy. It had to be energy he had refined himself, making it completely safe and harmless!
After a brief brainstorm, Zhang Mingyuan's eyes darted around, and he deliberately put on a mysterious expression.
“Well, actually...”
Su Jinxue raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”
Zhang Mingyuan lowered his voice. “I went to the Scripture Pavilion to find a few extremely important ancient manuals.”
Su Jinxue's expression turned serious.
She had already guessed that Zhang Mingyuan hadn't gone to the Scripture Pavilion just for a casual stroll.
Could he have actually found something?
Su Jinxue's heart tightened, but she remained calm on the surface. “What ancient manuals?”
Zhang Mingyuan said with absolute seriousness, “Techniques regarding dual cultivation between men and women.”
Su Jinxue: “?”
Zhang Mingyuan continued, “And some heart-cleansing mantras to ease the nervousness of one's first time.”
Su Jinxue: “...”
Her gaze turned cold.
But Zhang Mingyuan acted as if he didn't notice, reaching into his small world.
The next moment, two ancient-looking booklets appeared in his hands.
One had a crimson cover with several bold, flowing characters written on it: 《The Miraculous Method of Yin-Yang Accord Dual Cultivation》.
The other had a pale green cover and looked much more decent: 《Mind-Calming and Spirit-Focusing Chapter for the First Night》.
Su Jinxue took just one look, and her entire face instantly flushed red.
Especially the first book.
What Yin-Yang Accord! What dual cultivation method!
This bastard actually dared to take out such things!
“Zhang Mingyuan!”
In her embarrassment and anger, she raised her hand and punched him in the chest.
Thud!
The punch looked soft, but it actually left Zhang Mingyuan feeling congested in his chest.
“Cough, cough, cough!”
Zhang Mingyuan clutched his chest, dramatically sucking in a breath of cold air. “Little Xuexue, you're trying to murder your own husband!”
“You have no shame!”
“You're right.”
Su Jinxue was stunned.
Zhang Mingyuan tilted his head up, his expression so open and upright it bordered on arrogant: “What's wrong with being shameless with my own wife?”
“You...”
For a moment, Su Jinxue was completely speechless.
Zhang Mingyuan grew increasingly righteous as he spoke: “We've had our Heavenly Marriage, recognized by the Heavenly Dao and known to all cultivators in the world. Is it not perfectly reasonable for me to study the Great Dao of marital harmony?”
Su Jinxue's eyes were flushed red with embarrassment. “Shut up!”
“I won't.”
“Zhang Mingyuan!”
“Yes, yes, I'm here. What are your orders, my wife?”
“If you keep talking nonsense, I will throw you out.”
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