That's not what I was talking about!

"Oh? About last night?" He looked completely unconcerned.

"Explain to me first how you bullied my immortal body." He crossed his legs, propped his head up on the table, and squinted at me arrogantly and rudely.

It seems we're not on the same level. What angers me is his lack of tenderness and abuse of me last night, while what bothers him is that I made him do housework while he was out of his mind.

Since he no longer has any magic, seeing him with Zhou Yu's face and an unpleasant posture made me feel inexplicably angry.

Thinking that even if I couldn't beat him, I absolutely couldn't lose in terms of spirit, I didn't hesitate to lift my foot and step on an empty stool next to him: "You scoundrel, what are you doing here again?"

He glanced disdainfully at his feet on the stool, then reached out and lightly slapped the table: "Clap!" The teacups and teapots on the table jumped up and fell with a clatter.

That one slap startled me so much that I shuddered and stumbled off the stool.

He stood up, his imposing presence pressing me back step by step until I tripped over the bed behind me and fell flat on my face.

He knelt down on one knee, lunged at me, and pinched my chin, his eyes gleaming with a wicked charm: "I will continue our spiritual cultivation to increase my spiritual power."

"Are you going to use force again, just like last night?" I started to get annoyed that someone was so dominant.

"Heh, wasn't it you who took the initiative last night? Besides, I never like to force people." His eyes regained their usual coldness. He released his grip on my chin, then rolled off me, casually draping his arm over his bent knee.

He looked at me intently, then said seriously, "Shall we talk?"

Freed from my predicament, I sat up and, not wanting to lose face, I followed his posture, bending one knee and sticking out one hand on my knee while trying to put the other on the bed frame. But I missed. I cleared my throat awkwardly and steadied myself.

He said lazily, "Alright, I'll give you a chance. Let's talk."

"Then I'll make a long story short and explain our current situation."

"I still have one soul and four spirits wandering outside. I have only returned part of my divine consciousness and am unable to gather spiritual power to summon my soul. Last night, breaking the seal also wiped out all our spiritual power. I can only return to my immortal body at midnight. Only by cultivating with you can I enhance my spiritual power and help me gather my divine consciousness, control my spiritual power, and summon my soul."

"Ha, what makes you think I'd agree? What if I said I wouldn't?" I sneered.

"Is it for that Zhou Lang who listens to you, is gentle and considerate?" He ruthlessly exposed my deepest feelings, and my expression shifted slightly.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?" I retorted stubbornly.

"Don't forget that Zhou Lang without consciousness is just my shell. I will return sooner or later, and I will never accept you." His voice was cold and ruthless, as if he had ruthlessly torn down the wall that I had built between myself and Zhou Lang.

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat and I felt a lump in my throat: "Zhou Lang isn't just a shell; he has his own consciousness and his own perception! You're the ghost that's possessing his body!"

"That's just you deceiving yourself!" Wen Heng shouted.

"Of course, I will not let you devote yourself to spiritual cultivation for nothing. After the matter is completed, I will give you a letter of understanding and the immortal seal that allows you to enter the ranks of immortals."