In the next room, Zu An's vast and boundless vital energy flowed into Yan Xuehen's body, and Yan Xuehen's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although it wasn't the first time she had witnessed it, Yan Xuehen was still deeply impressed by the purity of the other party's vital energy.
"I'm afraid I'll never be able to cultivate my Yuan Qi to this level in my lifetime." Even the proud Yan Xuehen couldn't help but feel disheartened at this moment.
Because she keenly realized that even if she cultivated for another hundred or a thousand years, she would never be able to reach that level.
Zuan smiled slightly: "You don't need to underestimate yourself. The main thing is that I control the law beacon of this world and have become the master of this world. I am the world. Unless you also control the law beacon of a singularity world, it is indeed difficult to reach this level. However, it's not a big deal. As long as you avoid fighting on their home turf, you may still have a fighting chance."
Sensing his concern, Yan Xuehen felt a warmth in her heart: "I understand, thank you for reminding me."
Those who cultivate themselves value their Dao heart most. If their Dao heart is unstable, not only will they find it difficult to make any progress in their lives, but even their original cultivation level may collapse.
"What kind of relationship do we have? Saying such things is too formal." Zu An gently tidied the stray strands of hair around Yan Xuehen's temples. Seeing her pale face due to her serious injuries, he couldn't help but feel pity.
Yan Xuehen glanced nervously at the next room and said in a low voice, "They're all next door. Be careful. If they find out, I... I'll be too ashamed to face anyone."
Normally, with her cultivation level, she could naturally shield this room from Yun Jianyue's detection, but now that she is seriously injured, she is no longer able to maintain that barrier.
Zuan chuckled: "Don't worry, I'm not that careless. The neighbors won't hear anything that's happening here."
Yan Xuehen breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but mutter, "Judging from your experienced manner, it seems you've done similar things quite a few times before."
Seeing a hint of naivety in her usually icy eyes, Zu An couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart. Yan Xuehen was truly as beautiful as a fairy: "Are you jealous?"
"What do you mean by jealous? I'm just keeping an eye on you for Chu Yan." Yan Xuehen said with a deliberately stern face, but as her injuries healed, her face gradually became rosy, making her look more beautiful than usual.
"Now that Chu Yan isn't around, you'll have to take extra care of me for her." Noticing that Yan Xuehen was more vibrant and lively than usual today, Zu An didn't pay much attention, thinking that she was probably more vulnerable than usual because of her serious injuries.
Moreover, given their close relationship, it's perfectly normal for her to be a little more lively now that there are no outsiders present.
"How do you want me to take care of you?" Yan Xuehen's eyes sparkled with affection, making Zu An's mouth water.
“Chu Yan is my wife. You are taking care of me in her place, so naturally you should take care of me like a wife takes care of her husband.” Zu An held her hand, which was as cold as ice and as warm as white jade. He couldn’t help but admire that Yan Xuehen was truly favored by the Creator.
“There are plenty of people who take care of you like a wife. For example, the Jing Teng sisters took good care of you yesterday, and today Yun Yuqing even specially made you a nourishing chicken soup, which is full of yin-nourishing and kidney-tonifying ingredients.” Yan Xuehen couldn’t help but sneer as she spoke of this, and flung his hand away.
Anger from Yan Xuehen: +33 +33 +33...
Zuan chuckled to himself, never expecting that she, who was usually indifferent to everything, would now be so aware of these details, clearly secretly observing everything related to him.
He couldn't help but pull Yan Xuehen into his arms: "Sister Yan, are you jealous?"
Sensing the masculine aura emanating from him, Yan Xuehen trembled. Her usual habit made her instinctively push Zu An away: "Don't do this. You're here to heal my injuries. You can't stay too long. If a man and a woman are alone together for too long, they'll definitely get suspicious."
"Don't worry, they don't know how long it will take for me to heal." Zuan noticed that the other party's tone seemed to have softened.
"Aren't you going to help the demoness heal her wounds later? She'll know by then." Yan Xuehen snorted. He was closer to Azu, so he came to my side first. But Yun Jianyue was Qiu's master and a friend of Zu'an. How could he stand idly by?
"I'll deliberately delay a little time so no one will notice," Zu An chuckled to himself. Sister Yan always seemed quite concerned when it came to Yun Jianyue's affairs.
"Are you stalling for time to avoid her noticing, or to spend more time with her privately? Although I am mortal enemies with the demoness, I have to admit that she is incredibly beautiful. Moreover, she is the first woman in the history of the Demonic Sect to master the Heavenly Demon Enchantment Voice. If she wanted, she could just beckon with her finger and countless men would fall at her feet. You should have seen the reactions of those people below during the competition today."
After Yan Xuehen finished speaking, her face flushed slightly. She felt that her words sounded like she was being jealous and coquettish, and she vaguely felt that something was wrong, but at the same time she felt that it was normal.
Zuan was both surprised and delighted. In the past, although Yan Xuehen was very cooperative when she was aroused, she was still very reserved and demure. When had she ever acted so affectionately like a young couple?
Thinking that her attitude was gradually changing, Zu'an became even happier: "What kind of woman do you think I can't have now? How could I possibly have such filthy thoughts?"
“Yes, yes, yes, now you only need to say one word, and whether it’s a noble lady from a wealthy family or a saintly woman from the martial arts world, they would probably all be willing to line up to serve you,” Yan Xuehen thought of the other party’s current status and cultivation, and seemed to have drunk a whole jar of old vinegar. “Maybe as long as you open your mouth, even a demoness will throw herself into your arms.”
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