Chapter 141 How Slow Should It Be (Minor Revision):
Rong Xie then realized that the two instructions he had given were contradictory; one cannot slow down while in a hurry.
this……
"What I mean is—move a little slower, and channel your spiritual energy faster." Rong Xie opened his eyes and explained to Shen Bing Si.
He suddenly stopped talking.
What comes into view is...
Shen Bingsi's skin wasn't fair; it was impossible for her to be fair from years of exposure to the wind and sun. The strong visual impact was purely due to the contrast created by the dark blue official uniform.
The neckline, embroidered with intricate mirror palace thundercloud patterns, was open, revealing stiff fabric that stood upright like leather. As the buttons were unfastened one by one, the fabric fell away.
Rong Xie already knew that the Nascent Soul body was already perfect and incomparable to ordinary people. Seeing it up close now, he was even more shocked and for a moment forgot to speak.
What's worse, the hem of the official robes was tightly bound to the black jade belt. Sword cultivators are always slender, and Shen Bingsi, who had cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage at a young age, was even more supple and upright. It was hard to imagine how such a body could fit into such a thin belt.
Shen Bingsi noticed that Rong Xie was looking at him, so he deliberately slowed down his belt untying. The black jade buckle popped open with a "bang," the black belt fell off, and the front of his official robe was completely open, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles and the slender waistline tucked into his trousers.
"Is it pretty?" Shen Bingsi asked with a smile.
Rong Xie's cheeks were burning, and she turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
Shen Bingsi cupped his face in her hands, lowered her head, and touched the tip of his nose to his, slowly rubbing the bridge of their noses together until their breaths mingled. He whispered, "How slow do you want to go? So slow..."
Shen Bingsi turned her head to the side and kissed Rong Xie's lips, then his lower lip, all the way down to the thin skin where his jaw met his neck.
Rong Xie looked up, her eyes welling up with tears.
This time, the feeling was completely different from when I was at the Prosperous Pavilion. It was very comfortable, but a little... too slow!
Rong Xie began to worry that if things continued like this, he might be asked to leave Lan Yuan Villa for being absent from work for too long. Shen Bing Si, however, seemed completely unaware of this problem and was still strictly following his instructions, slowly embracing him.
One by one, the clothes slipped off, until even the very difficult-to-undress undergarment was smoothly unfolded like lily petals under Shen Bingsi's skillful movements, and the two were no longer separated, standing close together.
Shen Bingsi lifted Rong Xie's waist with her palm and carefully placed him in a comfortable position. Rong Xie felt powerless and could only let Shen Bingsi's palm do as she pleased. Some uneasy feelings became more pronounced as her body pressed against him. Rong Xie couldn't help but push away the broad shoulders pressing down on him with his fingers to his lips... until his vision blurred and his mind seemed to be soaking in hot spring water.
Even so, when it began, Rong Xie couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and his resistance suddenly became more intense. Kissing rained down once more, until specks of plum blossoms fell onto the snow.
Rong Xie was so overwhelmed by the kiss that he didn't know when Shen Bingsi had finished the preparations. This was completely different from when they were at Fanshi Pavilion. Back then, he was worried about the cold, repetitive procedures that existed purely for the purpose of dual cultivation.
The spiritual energy flowed into the dantian more skillfully, gently nourishing the spiritual root, and filling the dantian that had been depleted during this period. (This is truly cultivation; look at my sincere eyes.)
As dawn approached, Rong Xie lay on the bed, his long, wet hair clinging to his shoulders, a small patch of cloth soaked with tears below his cheek. Someone pressed intimately against him from behind, kissing him repeatedly.
“Ugh…” Rong Xie choked out a sob, his mind incoherent… This strange feeling made him feel extremely guilty, as if if he didn’t get up immediately to meditate and refine this spiritual energy, he would be indulging in base desires and completely trapped in Shen Bing Si’s gentle embrace.
"It's still early, take a nap." Shen Bingsi was already dressed. "I'm going to Lanyuan to ask Chief Minister Wang for leave."
"...Just find Manager Wang."
Watching Shen Bingsi leave as if nothing had happened, Rong Xie lay on the bed, questioning his existence for a while.
Rong Xie slept until noon.
A rich aroma wafted from the nose—it was the mutton soup pancake from Yingbin Town, Rong Xie's favorite dish.
Rong Xie's nose twitched, his narrow eyes opened a crack, his long eyelashes lifted upwards, revealing amber eyes. After a period of focusing, Rong Xie regained consciousness.
Shen Bingsi held a food box containing mutton soup dumplings in one hand and a scroll of sword technique diagrams in the other. She had changed into casual clothes and was sitting by the bed waiting for Rong Xie to wake up.
From where the pillow and blanket met, came the sound of heads rubbing against the fabric. Rong Xie hummed twice, poked his head out from under the blanket, and stared intently at the food box under Shen Bing Si's hand.
"Awake?" Shen Bingsi put down the sword technique manual and stood up. "How are you? Is anything bothering you? Would you like something to eat first?"
Rong Xie propped himself up from under the covers, the dark blanket falling down and piling up around his wrists. His slender, fair upper body resembled a snowfield dotted with red plum blossoms, and Shen Bing Si's gaze lingered slightly.
"No... I want to take a shower..." Rong Xie looked down at the messy bedding, "Wash the mattress, wash..."
A rumble from the stomach of a Qi Refining cultivator interrupted Rong Xie's declaration of fastidiousness.
"How about—" Shen Bingsi used a teleportation technique, and the food box flew up and hovered in mid-air, "so we can wash it and eat at the same time?"
Finally, Shen Bingsi's creative design of installing tables and chairs in the bathroom came in handy.
After eating the mutton soup, Rong Xie regained a lot of strength and took a hot bath, feeling like he had been reborn.
"I can walk by myself..."
On the wooden walkway outside the bathroom, Shen Bingsi carried Rong Xie and strode forward. Rong Xie was wearing his undergarments, and his cheeks were still flushed from the hot bath. He thought about how he hadn't put his feet down since he got up today, and how he had transformed from a tough butler into a pampered young master. He felt a little strange, but Shen Bingsi insisted on carrying him, so he had no choice.
Fortunately, Shen Bingsi had set up a barrier in advance, so there was absolutely no one in the backyard.
Rong Xie relaxed his shoulders, moved his face slightly closer to Shen Bingsi, and tightened his grip on Shen Bingsi's neck with his arm.
Shen Bingsi noticed the small movement of the person in her arms, lowered her head, kissed his brow bone, and hugged him tighter.
Rong Xie looked straight ahead, then slowly, very slowly tilted his head, pressing his entire cheek against Shen Bingsi's shoulder.
When the afternoon sun was at its best, Shen Bingsi moved the meditation bed to the courtyard and had Rong Xie sit on it to enter meditation, while he stood by to protect him.
With no distractions, Rong Xie quickly immersed himself in the process of refining spiritual energy. Once all the spiritual energy was converted into his own, his cultivation level recovered to about 70-80% of what it used to be.
When he opened his eyes, he found that dusk was ending and it was getting dark.
With Shen Bingsi protecting him, and the fire spirit heating the bed, the Luohan bed was as warm as a heated kang, so Rong Xie didn't feel cold at all while sitting on it.
However, after nightfall, the wind would turn cold, and as soon as Rong Xie woke up, Shen Bingsi packed up the daybed and carried it back to the warehouse.
Beside the bed, the candlelight flickered gently.
Shen Bingsi placed her fingers on Rong Xie's pulse point, listened for a while, and said, "The effect is quite good."
"Hmm..." Rong Xie lowered his sleeves and asked with some confusion, "Did you learn a new cultivation method somewhere? Why do I always feel that... this time it's not as intense as last time, and the input of spiritual energy seems to be faster?"
"Didn't you say to move slowly and input spiritual energy quickly?" Shen Bingsi repeated Rong Xie's instructions carefully.
"Your memory is getting better and better." Rong Xie touched his cheek with the back of his hand, then suddenly remembered, "I almost forgot, I still need to let Captain Zhao know I'm safe."
"Don't rush to report it. Let them get involved too. Don't expect you to solve everything," Shen Bingsi said, pulling Rong Xie's hand down. "Besides, you're safe now. Why haven't you gone over yet? Have you thought about how to explain this?"
“This…” Rong Xie paused, feeling Shen Bing Si tighten her grip on his hand. Her profile was clearly defined in the candlelight, her straight nose casting a shadow on her cheekbone. Her sharp eyes looked over, but her gaze held a gentle smile.
"Of course, I'm entangled by a male demon who sucks away people's life essence, and I can't get away for the time being." Rong Xie looked away.
"Hmm?" Shen Bingsi was slightly taken aback, then laughed, "Who are you calling a demon that sucks people's essence?"
"The mighty Demon-Slaying Sword Saint is actually a male demon who sucks people's life essence..." Rong Xie continued, "Hey, don't tickle me..."
The two playfully fell onto the bed, and laughter came from inside the bed curtains.
Rong Xie was still breathing heavily, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes, which had been moist from scratching, were also red.
Shen Bingsi stared at him: "So, you call me a demon? And you say I suck people's life force? If we're talking about sucking people's life force, it's clearly you—"
Shen Bingsi suddenly stopped, his expression showing pain for a moment. He lowered his eyes and quickly became expressionless.
Rong Xie felt a chill run down his spine: "Bing Si, you..."
The next moment, Shen Bingsi returned to normal and smiled: "Time is limited, so the male demon should absorb more and establish his foundation as soon as possible so that people can rest assured."
Rong Xie frowned slightly, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by Shen Bingsi's actions. Her clothes sash had come undone for some reason, and her hand, which had been resting on her waist, moved upwards.
Three days later.
Rong Xie felt his spiritual energy was sufficient and he could get out of bed to do something serious, but Shen Bingsi told him not to worry about anything else and to focus on breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage.
Three more days passed.
Rong Xie felt that the spiritual power in his dantian was too much to contain, and the vast spiritual power was impacting his meridians, making the foundation building stage imminent.
"Should we begin foundation building now?"
On the daybed in the courtyard, Rong Xie thought of his countless failed attempts to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, and he still felt uncertain.
“Yes,” Shen Bingsi nodded, “Now.”
Shen Bingsi didn't say anything more, she just sat down beside Rong Xie to protect him.
"I want to see the 'Heart Sutra' again. What exactly is Foundation Establishment..." Rong Xie asked nervously.
"You can recite it perfectly."
That's really true.
Rong Xie let out a soft sigh, closed his eyes, cleared his mind of distractions, and began his attempt to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.
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