Double penetration, plunder and hypnosis Entry - Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen: The Watermelon Belly

Just as Yun Qinyue began to find her rhythm, her heart demon resurfaced, a shadow creeping into her mind. Gu Qinghuan’s image loomed large—the ever-present spectre of her superior cultivation. While Gu Qinghuan’s prowess had soared, Yun Qinyue remained trapped at Golden Core’s peak, her stagnation fueling a tide of helplessness and jealousy that threatened to engulf her. “No… I can’t let the heart demon win…” she gasped, sweat beading on her brow.

Lin Yuan noticed her distress, his brow furrowing. “Martial Aunt, what’s wrong?” Yun Qinyue’s gaze grew unfocused, her voice laced with anguish. “The heart demon… it’s back… I can’t control it…” Lin Yuan’s eyes flashed with cold resolve. If she couldn’t overcome this, her breakthrough would fail, potentially damaging her foundation. Without hesitation, he unleashed a surge of Pure Yang energy, a blazing torrent flooding into her body. “Martial Aunt, relax. I’ll aid you,” he said, doubling his efforts to channel the energy.

Yun Qinyue gasped, overwhelmed by the searing Pure Yang energy coursing through her meridians, purging the icy chill within. Her body shuddered, the heart demon crumbling under the onslaught. “Martial Nephew… the heart demon… you’ve shattered it!” she cried, relief mingling with her ragged breaths. A system prompt chimed in Lin Yuan’s ear: 「Plunder Successful: Acquired Attribute: Heart Demon Entanglement (Blue).」.

With her heart demon vanquished, Yun Qinyue’s eyes cleared. “Thank you, Martial Nephew,” she murmured, refocusing. She channelled the dual cultivation technique with renewed vigor, her spiritual energy surging like a tidal wave toward the Nascent Soul barrier. Lin Yuan matched her pace, his Pure Yang energy flowing ceaselessly, bolstering her assault on the bottleneck.

At last, Yun Qinyue’s body quaked, her Golden Core shattering. A powerful spiritual shockwave erupted, her aura skyrocketing as she crossed into the Nascent Soul stage. Beyond the forbidden grounds, the heavens responded—spiritual energy swirled, converging in a frenzy. Dark clouds churned above, their collisions rumbling like thunder. A radiant beam shot from Yun Qinyue’s breakthrough, piercing the clouds, and a majestic figure resembling her materialised in the sky, wreathed in dense, tangible spiritual energy. Its aura sent tremors through the mountains below.

The Tianji Dao Palace erupted in awe. Disciples—whether training, sparring, or tending to chores—halted, gazing skyward. “What phenomenon is this?” a young disciple stammered, voice trembling with excitement. “That figure… it’s like Martial Aunt Yun Qinyue! Has she broken through?” another gasped, eyes wide. “Such a spectacle—it’s unprecedented!” Elders emerged, their faces a mix of astonishment and contemplation. At the Palace Master’s Peak, Gu Qinghuan watched, her heart a tangle of emotions.

Within the forbidden grounds, the towering figure shrank, coalescing into Yun Qinyue’s body as a chubby, nascent soul—a miniature infant. This is the Nascent Soul, she thought, knowing it could grow to mirror her form. “I’ve done it… I’ve broken through!” she exclaimed, her eyes alight with joy. Lin Yuan, observing her elation, allowed a faint smile. “Congratulations, Martial Aunt.”

Yun Qinyue turned to him, gratitude and complexity in her gaze. “Martial Nephew… without you, I’d have been trapped forever.” Her voice quivered, tears shimmering. Lin Yuan’s smile turned teasing. “A Nascent Soul cultivator now, Martial Aunt, and still so sentimental?” Her cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head. “I’m… just overjoyed.”

Her shy demeanour sparked satisfaction in Lin Yuan. “Martial Aunt, with your breakthrough secured, shall we celebrate?” His voice dipped, laced with allure, his eyes glinting playfully. Yun Qinyue’s blush deepened, her voice a whisper. “How… do you wish to celebrate?” Lin Yuan chuckled, brushing her cheek. “By continuing, of course.”

Her body trembled, a flicker of panic in her eyes, but it soon melted into a hazy surrender. Biting her lip, she murmured, “Very well…” Lin Yuan grinned, knowing she was fully ensnared. He drew her close, their spiritual energies intertwining seamlessly. Yun Qinyue’s cultivation stabilised, her Nascent Soul Initial Stage solidifying. For a full day and night, they continued, her realm climbing to the peak of Nascent Soul Initial Stage, though not yet fully stable.

“How does it feel, Martial Aunt?” Lin Yuan asked, his tone teasing. Yun Qinyue, clutching her abdomen—swollen as if pregnant from the influx of Pure Yang energy—glared at him, mortified. Feel? What a beast! This much energy could’ve pushed me to Nascent Soul Late Stage! she thought, her embarrassment burning.