Chapter 115: Merging with the Illusion Flower
Chapter 115: Merging with the Illusion Flower
During these three days, Lan Xiaozhu’s charming coquetry and alluring techniques made Cheng Lingyu deeply infatuated, allowing him to experience the most beautiful delights in the world.
In the stream, Lan Xiaozhu helped Cheng Lingyu wash his body. Her fair, blushing face carried a touch of allure as her petite figure nestled in his arms, letting his wandering hands explore freely.
“When your Senior Sister agreed to this arrangement, she wanted me to temper you—to familiarize you with a woman’s body and thoughts, so beautiful women wouldn’t deceive or bewilder you in the future.”
Cheng Lingyu said, “She told me that. At my age, emotions easily trap and torment people. She hoped I’d see love’s true nature through experience, not be ruled by desire.”
Lan Xiaozhu whispered, “Your Senior Sister cares deeply for you. Now that you understand love between men and women, how do you feel?”
Cheng Lingyu gripped her slender waist, his hands roaming her soft curves.
“Love and attachment are hard to resist. Before experiencing it, emotions feel pure. But once tasted, greed grows—endless wanting, possessing, indulging.”
Lan Xiaozhu traced his cheek gently. “Desire’s ocean drowns many. You’re young—it’s natural to crave pleasure now. Treat this as spiritual training. Even great experts have fallen to women’s traps.”
Cheng Lingyu chuckled. “I’m no expert yet. No women will tempt me now.”
Lan Xiaozhu said, “Many will come later. Some sincere, others scheming. You must discern carefully.”
“Few can fool these eyes.”
Cheng Lingyu spoke with calm confidence, lifting her from the water back to their formation.
Their intimate time passed swiftly. After five days of cultivation within the formation, Lan Xiaozhu reached the peak of the third stage of Soul Martial’s Fusion Stage.
“Time to go.”
Cheng Lingyu radiated vigor, his masculine charm heightened since becoming a man.
Lan Xiaozhu wore a new dress, her petite frame alluring, her beautiful face now womanly, lips curved in contentment.
Hand in hand, they sped through Guishun Valley, avoiding others as they headed toward the Cold Crystal Illusion Flower’s ravine.
For safety, Cheng Lingyu descended first. The man in gray had vanished, but the flower remained in the pool.
Cheng Lingyu didn’t act hastily. He spent a day setting formations around the pool to trap the flower, assisted by Lan Xiaozhu.
“Begin.”
Cheng Lingyu nodded encouragement before retreating into the formation, careful not to startle the flower.
Immortal Souls had strange temperaments—once alarmed, they resisted fiercely.
Lan Xiaozhu steadied herself, pouring sunflower blood into the pool. The water reddened, revealing a shape-shifting, multicolored bloom.
Her cultivation had surged recently, and she’d mastered the Soul Cutting Technique. Paired with Soul Martial’s third-stage methods, merging with a martial soul became easier.
Staring at the flower, Lan Xiaozhu emitted spiritual waves to communicate.
The Cold Crystal Illusion Flower absorbed Mysterious Yin Energy from the blood, sensing Lan Xiaozhu’s aura. Contact sparked hope—until the flower realized she’d lost her pure Mysterious Yin state.
Enraged by this “deception,” the flower attacked.
The sudden turn of events left Lan Xiaozhu momentarily stunned. Fortunately, Cheng Lingyu’s timely warning snapped her back to focus, prompting her to launch a full-powered attack. The Immortal Soul’s might far surpassed ordinary cultivators, and despite Lan Xiaozhu’s strength, she stood no chance against the Cold Crystal Illusion Flower.
Cheng Lingyu activated the formation to suppress the flower, further provoking its hostility. The intensified counterattacks gravely injured Lan Xiaozhu. Frustrated and angered, Cheng Lingyu summoned the Ghostly Magic Blade, determined to destroy the Cold Crystal Illusion Flower. The blade’s demonic aura loomed like a wrathful overlord, forcing the flower into desperate evasion.
Knowing the Immortal Soul wouldn’t submit easily, Cheng Lingyu pressed the assault without hesitation—a premeditated strategy. Lan Xiaozhu’s attacks shifted to containment, maximizing Cheng Lingyu’s offensive. Trapped by the formation’s space-time confinement, the flower darted futilely within shrinking boundaries as Cheng Lingyu tightened the formation.
Cornered, the Cold Crystal Illusion Flower fought recklessly. Cheng Lingyu signaled Lan Xiaozhu with a glance. Calmly, she waited until the flower retreated completely under the blade’s onslaught before unfurling a banner. The Soul Guide Banner’s aura captivated the flower, which fled toward this new refuge to escape the blade.
Cheng Lingyu had prepared this mid-grade spirit artifact for its fatal allure to martial souls in Guishun Valley. Once the flower entered the banner, Lan Xiaozhu channeled her energy to refine it, demanding fusion. Caught between the blade’s suppression and the banner’s pull, the flower reluctantly merged into her body.
Lan Xiaozhu sat cross-legged in the ravine, the banner resting on her knees as she began the perilous Fusion Stage. Martial souls often resisted subjugation, and failure meant soul annihilation. The banner’s presence deterred rebellion, forcing the flower into an unwilling merger with her consciousness as her first martial soul.
After a day-long process, Lan Xiaozhu opened her eyes to Cheng Lingyu’s relieved gaze. She leapt up joyfully, and he caught her petite frame in an embrace. “You’ve taken the crucial step.”
She kissed his cheek. “I succeeded! Not only fused with the flower, but I’ve opened my first cave heaven!”
“Show me,” Cheng Lingyu urged.
Lan Xiaozhu landed lightly, shouting “Open!” True essence swirled around her as brilliance coalesced above, revealing a flaming vortex within a cave entrance. It devoured spiritual energy, converting it into true essence that surged into her body, amplifying her power.
“Strong aura, but where’s the flower?”
“Too early!” She dismissed the unstable cave heaven with a laugh. “I need time to solidify this one before opening more. Seven cave heavens should be manageable—eight will need extra effort.”
“Don’t the strongest achieve nine?”
“Such geniuses emerge once a millennium.”
Cheng Lingyu recalled Thousand Layers of Snow’s teachings—nine weren’t the limit; ten marked true supremacy.
Outside the formation, they found the man in gray’s writings crumbling at their approach. “How eerie!” Lan Xiaozhu exclaimed.
Cheng Lingyu shook his head, leading her away. “Next, I’ll use the banner to collect more martial souls for fusion after opening additional cave heavens.”
“Guishun Valley’s countless souls make this ideal for cultivation,” she mused.
“Perfect would be merging an Immortal Soul into each cave heaven.”
Lan Xiaozhu chuckled. “Theoretically. But clashing souls make simultaneous subjugation near-impossible.”
“Where’s the fun without challenge?”