Chapter 55: Coaxing the Little Sister to Voluntarily Cultivate Together
Upon hearing this, all the sect leaders and family heads in the cultivation world were stunned.
They actually remembered Sang Ying; she was the daughter of the former sect leader of Wuwen Sect. She had no talent for cultivation, was sickly, and lived on the mountain for many years, rarely seen by others.
After Sang Jingming's death, his sickly daughter became the object of everyone's desire, and no one could forget the large-scale marriage proposals three years ago.
Three years ago, under the protection of the former leader of the Immortal Alliance, Elder Bai, this daughter married Sang Jingming's personal disciple and has since disappeared without a trace. No one even knows where she lives.
Although the Wuwen Sect currently has no sect leader, everyone understands that the sect is already under the control of the Grand Elder, whose status is no different from that of the sect leader.
No one present expected that Sang Jingming's sickly daughter was the mysterious head of the Yunshui Chamber of Commerce, and had considerable connections with both the demon and monster realms.
Even more unexpectedly, she would return three years later to seize the position of sect leader of the Wuwen Sect.
But...
What does this have to do with them?
With an attitude of indifference, the other sect leaders and family heads present remained completely silent, their spiritual senses focused on Elder Xu Bin and Sang Ying, waiting to see what would happen.
The elder was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head. His eyes, dark and sharp beneath his brows, stared blankly into the air. "So it's Xiao Sang. It's been years. How are you feeling?"
Sang Ying: "Thank you for your concern, Elder. I've recovered quite a bit in the past few years."
The Grand Elder scanned her with his spiritual sense and nodded, "Eighth level of Foundation Establishment, not bad."
Those around him stroked their chins and pondered. They had previously said that he was not talented enough to be suitable for cultivation, but looking at him now, he was not so bad after all.
The elder changed the subject: "However, Xiao Sang, there are plenty of cultivators with this level of cultivation in the cultivation world. There are many who are more powerful than you. Even many disciples in the sect have a much higher level of cultivation than you. If you take over the sect now, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to win people's hearts."
Sang Ying said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Elder, in my humble opinion, the key to managing a sect lies in wisdom and the means and ability to handle affairs, not brute force. Throughout history, those sects that were founded solely on brute force have now vanished without a trace."
The Grand Elder stared at her intently for a few moments, but Sang Ying showed no fear.
After a long pause, he suddenly smiled. "Xiao Sang has indeed grown up and matured a lot. In that case, let Xiao Sang take charge of this matter. I'm getting old, it's time for me to take a break."
"Bai Shen, you have been staying in the sect for the past few years and you know the situation in the sect better. You will assist Xiao Sang in dealing with this incident together."
Xu Baishen nodded behind him: "Yes."
Sang Ying was stunned. She hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. She had only said a few words, and the Grand Elder had already given her authority.
With the Wuwen Sect out of trouble, things went much more smoothly from there, and the other sect leaders and family heads all signed the peace treaty.
According to Sang Ying's plan, the demon realm would provide the medicinal herbs, the cultivation realm would refine the medicine, and the demon realm would provide the manpower to deliver the medicine by using the merchant guild's premises and transportation routes.
The discussion about the medication has been temporarily concluded, but the root cause of the problem remains unresolved.
The most urgent task is to find out how to detoxify the contaminated underground spiritual veins, and also to investigate who the mastermind is.
However, these are not problems that can be solved in a short time, so the meeting was adjourned for the next time.
Demon Lord Wei Yao pushed his son in front of Sang Ying: "Let this kid do whatever help we need. He's been idle lately, so make him work more so he doesn't keep destroying the house."
After saying that, he disappeared in a flash, leaving no trace. I wonder where he went fishing again.
Sang Ying didn't mind. She had only wanted to borrow some manpower from him because of a favor from last time, and he had already given her a lot of face by showing up.
Wei Li clicked his tongue, crossed his arms, and turned to look at Sang Ying and Xie Lingyu beside her. His gaze fell on their clasped hands, revealing a look of disgust.
"I said you two are good, that's enough, do you have to be so lovey-dovey?"
Sang Ying was taken aback, then realized they were still holding hands. Her ears turned red, and she quickly let go. The young man beside her frowned almost imperceptibly.
Just as Wei Li was about to continue speaking, a chill suddenly ran down his back. He looked up and saw the young man, and immediately remembered the sword that had stabbed him earlier. His whole body stiffened.
"Hey, didn't you need more manpower? I'll go find some more, see you later—"
With the Demon Lord gone, the others relaxed and began to leave their seats.
Xu Baishen walked over and smiled gently, "Junior Sister Sang."
Sang Ying's feelings towards Xu Baishen are actually quite good now; she's not as hostile towards him anymore.
In the previous tree spirit timeline, he was in the same timeline as her, but he didn't do anything to her; on the contrary, he helped her a lot.
Just as Sang Ying was about to speak, the young man beside her said calmly, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Xu, for taking care of my wife in the secret realm last time."
Xu Baishen was taken aback, then laughed, "Now you have a formal title, you're not a lover anymore?"
Xie Lingyu calmly replied, "My wife is playful by nature, please forgive her."
Sang Ying: "..."
It was just that one time; there's no need to keep chasing after her to kill her now!
Sang Ying covered her face and coughed lightly: "Um, Senior Brother Xu, let's talk about serious matters."
Xu Baishen also became serious, "Well, Junior Sister Sang, the current situation within the sect is like this..."
Another half month passed, and the first batch of medicine to seal the qi channels was refined and distributed to the poisoned cultivators according to Sang Ying's plan.
They encountered some problems along the way; some remote areas were unfamiliar with the road conditions, making delivery difficult. Just when they were worried, the two long-established business associations offered to share their years of transportation experience, with their employees helping out locally.
It was only then that Sang Ying realized that although online shopping was indeed convenient and fast, physical chambers of commerce were also indispensable.
In many remote areas, due to various reasons, the Spirit Network is not widespread, so physical chambers of commerce are needed to provide these people with daily necessities and goods.
Sang Ying lowered her eyes, lost in thought.
Is this why the Jinxiu Chamber of Commerce, which has always been at odds with Yunshui, has been supporting established chambers of commerce?
Having finally finished her work, Sang Ying returned home early today. As soon as she entered Xie Lingyu's room, she heard the sound of water.
Sang Ying was taken aback. She went into the inner room and saw a blurry shadow behind the screen. The dragon's horns shimmered and its tail rested beside the bathtub.
...Is Xie Lingyu taking a bath?
Sang Ying had no interest in peeping at others bathing, and turned to go back to the bedside, but suddenly heard him cough twice and push the water in a little more.
Sang Ying suddenly realized that there was no heat in the air, but instead a slight chill. She quickly walked over and looked over the screen.
The young man leaned against the bathtub, his snow-white undergarment soaked and clinging to his body. He covered his eyes with one hand, and the half of his face that was exposed was pale.
Noticing her approach, he lowered his hand, his lifeless dark eyes looking at her, and chuckled softly: "Junior sister, are you now so open about watching people bathe?"
Sang Ying ignored his words, walked over and put her hand into the water. The biting cold made her involuntarily shrink back.
She immediately became angry, pulled him out of the bathtub, and draped a blanket over him. "Xie Lingyu, are you out of your mind? It was one thing to like taking baths like this before, but now that you're sick, you're taking cold showers."
Sang Ying kept wiping his hair and angrily cursing him. The young man looked listless, with water dripping from his chin and the ends of his hair. His low voice fell on the back of her hand like water droplets.
"It's not that I like it, it's just my hot period."
Sang Ying paused in drying her hair, then her ears burned, and she lowered her voice, muttering, "Then why didn't you just tell me?"
The young man said in a nonchalant tone, "What I really want to say is that my junior sister has been busy until late at night every day lately, and she just collapses into bed as soon as she gets back."
"You're back so early today, are you done with work?"
Sang Ying nodded, "There was still a little left, but that Alliance Leader Bai took over the work, so the rest was handed over to the Immortal Alliance, and I'm taking a break."
"Um, you..."
Sang Ying twitched her fingers, glanced at his pale face, and whispered, "Can you even manage in your current state?"
The surrounding air suddenly turned noticeably colder.
However, Sang Ying did not feel it and thought it was just the cold air from the bathtub next to her blowing over.
Just as Xie Lingyu was about to reach out and pick her up to prove something, the girl in front of her said softly, "How about... I help you?"
He immediately lowered his raised hand, looking listless, and gave a soft "hmm," saying, "Then I'll trouble you, junior sister."
Now that they are husband and wife, helping one's partner through the difficult hot flashes is an essential part of the process, especially since he is currently ill and so weak. If he is not properly comforted, he will definitely suffer a lot.
Sang Ying took a deep breath, suppressing her shyness, helped him wipe the water droplets off his body, and led him back to the bed to sit down.
She untied the bed curtains, and layers of light gauze fell down, creating a quiet little space. The warm light from the pearls shone through, creating a hazy, indistinct atmosphere, where only the silhouette of the young man could be seen.
Sang Ying also took off her outer garment, crawled in, and sat down next to him.
This was the first time she had ever done something like this, and she had absolutely no experience. Just looking at his calm face and smelling the familiar sandalwood scent on him made her incredibly nervous.
At this moment, Sang Ying was even a little relieved that he couldn't see her flushed face and the cold sweat on her forehead.
After patting her face to adjust herself, Sang Ying, with a look of resignation, grabbed the dragon's tail through its clothes.
The young man gasped, "Junior sister, shall we start here?"
Sang Ying looked up, puzzled: "Isn't that wrong?"
"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that I didn't expect my junior sister to be like this..."
Xie Lingyu paused for a moment, then said, "Straight ahead."
The jade dragon lying to the side hooked its tail tip, about to wrap around her waist, but the girl, oblivious, pulled the dragon tail into his arms. "Okay, you hold your own tail first. It keeps swaying around and it's bothering me."
Xie Lingyu: "..."
Sang Ying lifted her clothes and pulled out the dragon's tail. She looked away and slowly touched the tip of the tail. "I read it in the book that Rongrong's mother gave me. As long as you do that, you won't feel so uncomfortable. Wait a minute, you can rest after you're done."
Xie Lingyu then understood what she meant by "help".
Humans are inherently greedy creatures, and dragons even more so.
In the past, he would have been happy to help her like this, but now that he has had better food, he has become dissatisfied with this kind of help.
"Junior Sister, is this all you intend to do?"
Sang Ying let out a "hmph" and said frankly, "What else can I do? You're sick right now and your body is so weak, how can you cultivate together?"
She reached out with her other free hand to his forehead. "His head is still burning hot, and so is his body."
With everything in complete darkness and nothing visible, my senses became even clearer.
Her breath, the softness of her fingers, and her warmth.
The cool touch on his forehead was like a piece of jade, which made him feel relaxed and comfortable. However, the hand holding the dragon's tail made him extremely tense. The coolness did not lower the temperature; instead, it made him even hotter.
The two completely different extreme feelings made him grunt, and his dragon tail jumped up and patted her palm.
Sang Ying was startled, then became curious. After hesitating for a while, she slowly turned her gaze away, remembering that he couldn't see her, and her eyes fell on the dragon's tail.
The dragon's tail looked obedient, lying in her palm. It was a pinkish-white color with some veins, but it didn't look very cute and was completely elusive.
She suddenly remembered the night he bullied her. She was sitting in his lap when he pulled her hand to touch the dragon's tail and said he hadn't finished eating.
...How could she possibly finish it? She was already so full that she couldn't eat any more.
Thinking about it, it seems that this dragon tail will be neglected in the future. Sang Ying felt a little sorry for it, so she slid her fingertip to the base of the tail and stroked it to comfort it.
But she accidentally bumped into something round. Curious, she reached out and touched the spirit pearl held by the dragon.
The young man in front of her suddenly groaned, and the dragon's tail wrapped around her waist.
Sang Ying looked up and saw that his dark eyes were veiled in a thin mist. His blind and lifeless eyes looked like those of a lost little animal. Combined with his weak and pale face, he looked as if he was being bullied by her.
Although it wasn't very ethical, Sang Ying felt a little pleasure.
He always bullies her, and she cries pitifully. This time, the tables have finally turned.
But this joy lasted for half an hour before it was finally exhausted.
Sang Ying's wrist ached terribly, almost cramping up. She scrunched up her face, rested her head on his shoulder, and said irritably, "Why aren't you here yet..."
The young man placed his hand over her wrist and massaged it. "Junior sister, you don't have much experience. You're not skilled enough, and your movements are too gentle."
Sang Ying bumped his head against him. "I'm just afraid of hurting you. You're like a porcelain doll right now; you'll break if I push you too hard."
The young man suddenly chuckled, "That's more like how you describe my junior sister. She cries at the slightest pressure and soaks her pillow with tears... um."
"……Shut up."
Sang Ying covered his mouth, staring listlessly at her own hand that she couldn't lift, "When will that be?"
“Dragon clans have long training periods, and at your current pace, it will probably be tomorrow morning.”
? !
Sang Ying suddenly raised her head, her little face shocked. It was just getting dark outside, and there were still four or five hours until tomorrow morning.
Her hand was already about to give out after only half an hour, how could she possibly hold on until tomorrow morning? No, absolutely not.
Seemingly sensing that she was about to give up, the young man spoke softly, "Junior Sister, you're already done?"
"..."
Damn that provocation! Sang Ying could tell he was saying it on purpose, but she couldn't swallow her anger and snorted, "How could that be?"
She was about to raise her hand when her arm went limp and fell back down. The soreness and pain in her arm muscles made her wrinkle her face.
"Waaah!"
Xie Lingyu then pulled her slender arm back and continued massaging her gently, "Junior sister, why don't you try other methods?"
With her arm pain relieved considerably, Sang Ying looked up and said, "Other methods? Then the only option is joint cultivation, but you can't do that right now."
Warm fingertips lifted her small face, and hot breath, carrying the scent of sandalwood, sprayed on her cheeks, while fingertips slowly caressed her lips.
"Wouldn't it be better if my junior sister took the initiative?"
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