On the grass, Gong Yin lay quietly. Jing Hengbo rarely saw him so cooperative, and couldn’t help but stare for a long while before letting out a soft sigh.

If only he could remain this cooperative forever, how wonderful that would be.

She reached out and slowly unbuttoned his clothes, slipping her hand into his embrace and gradually feeling all over his body.

It wasn’t to take advantage—this cold, wet condition hardly stirred any interest. Her fingers lingered particularly at his joints, wanting to understand why his body was exceptionally rigid.

Blocked meridians couldn’t be felt through the skin, but the skin beneath her fingertips seemed to grow increasingly warm. Her fingertips trembled slightly, circling around his abdomen before returning to his heart, her palm gently pressed against his chest.

She felt the beating there—slightly slower than normal people’s, but the bone-chilling coldness from before was gone.

She carefully explored around his heart area, confirming that the cold energy had indeed disappeared.

She was somewhat stunned. That cold energy had always been a shadow over her heart. She’d originally thought Gong Yin’s problems stemmed from it, but now that the cold energy was gone, Gong Yin’s condition seemed even worse. What was going on?

Her palm pressed against his chest for a rather long time, and the heart beneath her palm was heating up—or perhaps that was the heat from her own palm. She withdrew her hand, covering her cheeks with both hands, trying to cool down, only to discover her own cheeks were hot as well.

Her palms retained his scent—a faint, fresh fragrance like moss on snowy stones among pines. A warm current surged within her body, and when she lowered her gaze, she noticed he seemed to have some reaction as well.

Jing Hengbo sighed toward the heavens in frustration—youth in its prime, but terrible timing!

He was about to wake up.

Jing Hengbo hung her head with a thoughtful expression. After a long moment, she sighed softly.

A faint resolve appeared in her eyes.

Sitting cross-legged beside Gong Yin, she pressed her palms together and activated the Bright Moon cultivation method, circulating it for twelve heavenly cycles before drawing it from her dantian.

Her Bright Moon cultivation method had reached minor success. When circulating true energy within her body, she could feel what seemed like a line of white light rising upward, flowing continuously and endlessly, her body bathed in clear radiance. It was truly like a crescent moon casting its distant glow in her heart.

If cultivated to great success, the bright moon would be full and complete, its radiance reaching everywhere. But she had asked Yi Qi about it, and Yi Qi said she had started martial arts training too late and wasn’t diligent enough. She had too many worldly concerns and, most importantly, her mind was troubled and restless, making it difficult to maintain focus. So minor success was easy but great success was hard—practicing until old age in this lifetime, she could probably hope to achieve it.

Yi Qi had laughed at the time, saying that while the Bright Moon cultivation method was just so-so when she used it herself, if extracted and given to others for healing injuries and treating illnesses, it had divine effects that no precious pills or medicines in the world could compare to. However, the technique was not easy—extraction would harm the body. Not only would it be a pity to abandon something painstakingly cultivated, but forcibly extracting it would naturally severely damage one’s vital energy. Where in this world were there fools who would sacrifice themselves to save others?

She had also laughed heartily at such fools at the time, then asked him for the method to extract the Bright Moon technique. Yi Qi naturally refused, so she said she planned to extract Purple Micro’s Bright Moon cultivation method for her own great success. Seven Kills had always supported any measure to harm the old immortal with both hands and feet, so Yi Qi immediately got excited and wrote it down for her.

When she left the Imperial Song, she had always carried this method with her.

Now, she was about to use it.

Following the method to circulate true energy, her palms gradually turned white, solid as jade. She could feel the light-like, qi-like energy within her body passing through the bright tower, crossing the jade palace, rushing straight out of her body.

Unfortunately, the surging true energy wasn’t as easy to control as imagined. Her insides churned like overturning seas, like an unrestrained angry dragon, raging wildly forward, seeming ready to spray out and dissipate immediately.

Her face grew increasingly pale, and she cursed Yi Qi in her heart for being unreliable, failing to explain the uncontrollable aspects of condensing the cultivation method.

Moreover, she hadn’t expected that extracting true energy would be so painful.

Perhaps she had thought of it but was unwilling to think deeply. True energy was always stored inward, so forcibly extracting it in reverse naturally disturbed her five organs and six bowels, causing her blood and energy to surge turbulently.

Something ice-cold seemed to rush to her throat.

She suddenly lowered her head and covered his lips with hers.

With a click of teeth and a push of her tongue tip, she had already entered his world—smooth, slightly cool, fresh, and warm.

Even in his unconscious state, he seemed to have a reaction, instinctively responding gently. When his tongue tip lightly flicked, she was startled, thinking he had awakened, but he remained motionless with his eyes slightly closed.

Her eyes suddenly grew moist.

Wasn’t love the most unbreakable understanding in the human world? Life or death, knowing or not knowing—none could prevent that silent response.

Her face pressed against his cheek, her moist eyes raining tears. Those full, brimming drops finally grew more and more numerous, sliding from their tightly pressed cheeks, falling into his collarbone, moistening her jaw. Skin pressed wetly against skin, then dried by each other’s body warmth.

Her teeth moved slightly.

A ball of bright light descended to the heavy tower.

He seemed to sense it again, his tongue tip moving slightly as if to refuse. How could she agree? Amidst heart-wrenching pain, her tongue pressed against his tongue, pushing hard and deep into his throat. She could feel that jade-like, light-like ball silently sliding into his body.

Her mouth tasted slightly metallic and sweet, like a field of manjusaka flowers blooming. She knew it was her own blood—the consequence of forcibly extracting true power, indicating her internal organs were already injured.

But she couldn’t withdraw now. According to Yi Qi’s teaching, his body might also experience rejection reactions at this time. To prevent harm, it was best to condense the Bright Moon cultivation method into a ball and hide it deep in his dantian, to be slowly dissolved later.

It would be best if he did this himself, but she didn’t want him to know about this matter. If he found out, he might disregard everything to return the true power to her, and if anything went wrong then, it would be too late for regret.

She held him tighter, one hand pressed against his lower abdomen at the qi sea, the other against the central hub on his back, slowly guiding the true energy to flow according to Yi Qi’s taught method.

She could feel the chaotic, surging currents within his body. His internal qi had always been strange, so it needed more time to regulate the true energy. Therefore, his body entered automatic breathing regulation mode, and she needn’t worry about him waking up.

But as she pressed and rubbed, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

She paused, and the hand pressed against his lower abdomen slowly, sneakily, explored down a little, then down a little more.

Then, as if burned by fire, she yanked it back with a whoosh.

She looked around—the forest was empty and desolate with no one around. Good, her perverted behavior wouldn’t be discovered.

After blushing and her heart racing for a while, she continued her work. She couldn’t give up halfway.

His arm suddenly trembled.

Jing Hengbo looked over with delight, feeling his body suddenly soften considerably. This was the reaction after true energy entered his body—the true energy would instantly flow through his meridians before returning to his dantian. He originally had blocked meridian symptoms, but now they would become unobstructed due to the large amount of external true energy entering, though such unobstructedness probably wouldn’t last very long.

At this moment, leaning against his basically recovered body and smelling his familiar yet light fragrance, a bold thought suddenly flashed through her mind like lightning.

This was a perfect opportunity for a home run!

Given this guy’s stubborn personality, waiting for him to take initiative might take a lifetime, and forcing him might never work. If not now, when?

She was unwilling to sleep with others, so was she supposed to remain celibate and ignorant of romance for life? That would be too embarrassing—the tomboys would definitely laugh her to death.

The more Jing Hengbo thought about it, the more frustrated she became. She’d been here for over three years, and if she wasn’t mistaken, in this ancient society, those three probably already had partners, maybe even children—like Jun Xiaoke, the most honest one who was most easily deceived by men.

When the gang of four met in the future, if she was the only one still a virgin, where would she put her face?

Also, she wanted a child. With a child, maybe she could stop wanting him—he was so annoying, yet she couldn’t let go. It was pure torture.

Jing Hengbo looked around again in all directions, her eyes as sneaky as a thief’s.

It was morning now, but because this forest was blocked by slopes and had dense needles, it was very dark and secluded. Moreover, they were all needle-leaf trees that weren’t very large, producing no wild fruits and attracting no game—a perfect place for daytime debauchery.

After confirming no one was around and unlikely to pass by, she hugged Gong Yin and rolled toward the trees, where a thick pile of fallen pine needles had accumulated. It should be more comfortable there.

Whether from poor physical condition or excessive nervousness, just rolling those couple of times left her gasping and weak all over, so much so that when undressing Gong Yin, her fingers trembled and she failed to unfasten his clothes several times.

Finally using her teeth, she solved all the constraints on his body. Jing Hengbo was too embarrassed to look and turned away to undress herself.

The sunlight reaching this dim pine forest seemed washed into moonlight—clear, clean, pure white, and gentle. It shared the world with darkness, coating the female form’s contours in alternating light and shadow, rising and falling.

Outer robes, trousers, belt, boots… silently hung on low branches, blocking the view beneath the trees. A strange and exquisite thing hung down leisurely—black background with deep red peonies, the peonies blooming on two protruding circles, with pearl flowers and silk tassels adorning the centers of the two circles, flashing intermittently in the flickering light.

The last thing thrown out was a thin black piece with thin straps and gauzy mesh…

Black hair cascaded down, covering her face. A breeze passed, and Jing Hengbo whimpered and cried.

“Damn it, this is called outdoor coupling! This is called outdoor coupling! I absolutely don’t want it to be like this…”

“Shouldn’t I be in a magnificent palace, crooking my finger to flip over some beautiful man’s green tablet?”

“Shouldn’t there be eunuchs delivering imperial edicts, beautiful men taking the favor carriage to thank the imperial grace, or eunuchs rolling up bedding to carry beautiful men wrapped in quilts into my bedchamber to crawl from the foot of my bed to receive my favor…”

“Shouldn’t there be fragrant couches and soft bedding, brocade quilts and jade pillows, resting heads on mandarin ducks, quilts turning red waves…”

“Why do I have to deliver myself to this desolate wilderness and force myself on him?”

“This damn life is too miserable, too miserable…”

“Gong Yin, you wishy-washy bastard, I’ll have to sleep with you until you’re utterly exhausted to vent my hatred…”

She cried reluctantly and unwillingly while unhesitatingly climbing on top.

The one being forced upon on the pine needles had a soft body, but what should be hard was perfectly unambiguous.

Jing Hengbo covered her face with her hands while crying and complaining, occasionally peeking at his body, interspersing her complaints with satisfied sobs—his figure was still very good, and that thing was quite suitable…

Pressing against his body, embracing his shoulders, resting her face in his shoulder hollow, she gently exhaled a long breath, knowing that from beginning to end, only he fit, only he was compatible.

Black hair flowed like water all over his body—black and white, a heart-stopping interweaving and contrast.

His skin remained that cool and smooth, the now-normalizing body warm and soft yet not thin, with restrained power seeming contained within his muscle fibers, just awaiting the next moment’s explosion.

When his coolness lightly touched her heat, her whole body seemed to tremble, like negative electricity meeting positive electricity, shocking out fragments and shudders.

Or like the vast sky meeting clouds, the earth embracing rain and dew—the collision of clouds and lightning overturned a day’s tranquility, dropping rustling rain everywhere.

She suddenly let out a low hiss, a sound of gritting teeth against pain, but at this moment, everything inside and outside her body ached, and reaching the extreme, it seemed to no longer hurt. She smiled through tears, bending down to wind a strand of his black hair around her finger.

The next instant brought entangled rolling—a man’s instinct was to take control. She thought he had awakened, but he seemed still unconscious. In their rolling, her softness caught his breathing, her fingers broke several strands—black hair and white hair—but she couldn’t care anymore. Scorching waves seemed ready to drown her, and she was riding the waves.

Heaven and earth were undulating, rippling, colliding, shattering and becoming whole again in their entanglement. She gripped his arms, willing to be shattered like this.

The black gauze undergarment through the hazy sunlight revealed graceful, round, and full whiteness. Faint fragrance permeated the air, mixed with some slightly strange scents.

The pine needles and fallen leaves had been pressed into disarray by their rolling bodies, the brittle leaves constantly making tiny cracking sounds during the intervals between gasps, making the spiritual secret deep in this forest seem even more mysterious.

Heaven and earth gradually quieted.

She finally reluctantly withdrew her hand from beneath him, checked his pulse, and was delighted to discover that at some point, her Bright Moon cultivation method had hidden deep in his dantian, hard to detect but would slowly take effect.

However, to her disappointment, his body gradually returned to its previous rigidity. The true energy rushing through his meridians only brought brief freedom of movement, fulfilling her home run.

She stared blankly for a while, thinking this was good too.

Like wind passing, like rain falling—no traces, no fallen flowers.

The true energy had been completely transferred. He would wake up soon. She hurriedly cleaned him up. Since there would be no traces, she had to do it thoroughly.

Everything was arranged neatly. Even the crushed leaves and pine needles were swept away. Under the tree was once again a spotless Gong Yin.

His expression and posture were very holy. If someone said he had just taken advantage of anyone, even ghosts wouldn’t believe it.

After finishing everything, Jing Hengbo finally felt her whole body aching and soft, with every part of her internal organs and external skin hurting. Just as she was about to sit down, her legs gave way and she tumbled down a small slope by the tree into a grass hollow.

Sharp pain shot through her body. Supporting herself with her elbows, she spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood.

Just as she was about to cover the bloodstains with dirt, she suddenly heard a series of chaotic footsteps.