Morning the next day.

Su Yi moved the lotus-root-white arm wrapped around his neck, pressed both hands against the bed, and got up. He let out a long breath of turbid air.

It seemed he had a bit too much to drink last night, and he had a hard time keeping himself in check. As a result, their dual cultivation intensity almost got out of hand on numerous occasions.

Cha Jin was still fast asleep, her dark hair in disarray and her smooth shoulders half-bared. There was still a hint of a blush on her transcendently beautiful face.

When he thought back to their night of passionate entanglements, he couldn’t help but rub his forehead.

It was like a poem:

A pink butterfly seeks out a fragrant flower’s trembling calyx,

A dragonfly revels on the water’s surface.

Powerful sentiment and joy, the excitement lingers,

A precious memory neither will forget.

However, thinking back on it now, Su Yi couldn’t help but feel rueful.

This was what they meant when they said “A young woman’s embrace may be soft, but her beauty is like a sword waiting to catch a foolish man off guard. Although no heads fall to the floor, she leaves his marrow depleted and dry, and his strength rapidly wanes.”

Fortunately, he was proficient at the miraculous art of dual cultivation, and he had a solid cultivation base. He was different than in the...