Tang Muxi exuded a chilling aura, with ever-changing black patterns flowing across her skin.
Pure, ancient, and overwhelming ghost power flickered and gathered along the patterns, swirling into her body like a vortex.
The dense spiritual energy, like mist, was also drawn in, permeating the vortex’s periphery.
Even the withered demonic energy from the distant deserted island seemed summoned, slowly converging here through the interconnected spiritual springs.
Ghost power, spiritual energy, and demonic energy—three distinct forces that should repel each other—were now merging, dyeing the terrifying vortex of power in three colors, continuously pouring into Tang Muxi’s body, causing her aura to rise rapidly.
The Imprisoning Demon Sword, which had lost contact, suddenly appeared, flying around excitedly, transmitting emotions through their bond.
The scene was dazzling and brilliant, not inferior to the stars and moon in the sky.
Jiang Yin had never seen such a sight and was momentarily dazed until Tang Muxi groaned in pain, snapping her back to reality.
She hurriedly grabbed Tang Muxi’s arm and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Tang Muxi, overwhelmed by the immense power, gritted her teeth and endured, responding with a trembling voice, “Senior Sister…
I feel terrible, I can’t bear it…”
Jiang Yin immediately sat facing her, palms together, personally helping her regulate the power.
Previously, Tang Muxi’s body felt like a frosty ice field, exuding a sharp, chilling aura.
Now, after being washed by the Netherworld Talisman, it was tinged with ghostly power, not fierce but rather comfortable and gentle.
The power was abundant, the aura rich, and even a probe of spiritual sense could feel the strong, solid power.
It was more like nearing a breakthrough than eroding the soul.
However, the three forces were too strong and dense, dangerously surging through the meridians, risking reverse flow or rupture with the slightest mistake.
Jiang Yin was astonished but didn’t delay, injecting a trace of her spiritual sense into Tang Muxi’s meridians.
She also had the Imprisoning Demon Sword protect them to prevent accidents.
“Focus and relax, follow my guidance to circulate the power.”
Tang Muxi suppressed the swelling pain and softly agreed.
Guiding the spiritual power wasn’t easy, especially on the verge of a breakthrough, with spiritual energy and ghostly power entangled and complex.
Jiang Yin used her spiritual sense and demonic breath as a guide, maneuvering the ghostly and demonic power in Tang Muxi’s meridians, slowly and steadily sending it to her dantian, leaving the remaining spiritual power for her to control.
This process was not only slow but extremely dangerous.
Rushing could lead to a conflict of the three forces, potentially causing permanent damage to the meridians.
Jiang Yin dared not be careless, having the Imprisoning Demon Sword protect them, slowing down to ensure stability, hoping for no mistakes.
In the turbulent vortex, there was no worry of exhausting true energy, but physical and mental strength couldn’t recover.
Soon, both of their backs were drenched in cold sweat.
Occasionally, spiritual energy would sneak into Jiang Yin’s dantian along the meridians, clashing with the demonic breath, draining her mind.
But she didn’t utter a word, repeatedly guiding the various chaotic and intricate forces to gather in the dantian, continuously helping Tang Muxi refine her golden core.
Initially, when Tang Muxi forged her golden core, she only used spiritual power, resulting in a pure, untainted core, exuding a cold yet vibrant aura.
Now, on the verge of a breakthrough, it gathered ghost, demonic, and spiritual forces, the golden core catalyzed in the intertwined three-colored vortex, its golden surface stained with a deep, inky color, embroidered with demonic patterns and ghost symbols, intertwined with the gold.
Yet it wasn’t abrupt, instead exuding an unparalleled noble aura, like a deity descending, instilling fear.
It was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship.
Heaven seemed to favor her alone, eager to present her with the most unique treasure of this world.
At the same time, Huan Shen and Wen Fei received Jiang Yin’s call for help and rushed over, shocked to see the blue fairy island’s sky covered by a mix of dark purple demonic and ghostly power.
Especially Wen Fei, who sensed the cold ghostly aura, her face changed dramatically, “This is… the Netherworld Talisman! Not good, they’re in trouble!”
Wen Fei swiftly moved to the main room’s door, striding forward to enter, but was blocked by a powerful murderous aura.
The dark, cold aura was like a bloodthirsty king descending—Imprisoning Demon Sword.
Wen Fei didn’t expect it to block her, instantly furious, “What are you doing!
How dare you stop even your master?!”
The Imprisoning Demon Sword remained unmoved, its killing intent unwavering, its stance firm and resolute.
Wen Mingyu and Huan Shen followed closely, seeing the tense atmosphere between the person and the sword, they quickly stepped forward to calm Wen Fei down.
“How outrageous! She doesn’t even trust me!”
Wen Fei was both anxious and angry, though she didn’t specify who “she” referred to, everyone present knew it was Jiang Yin.
Huan Shen, having long recognized Tang Muxi as his master, vaguely sensed her condition, knowing she wasn’t in danger, quickly soothing, “Senior, don’t be angry.
Since the Imprisoning Demon Sword is blocking the way, it means the situation isn’t dire yet.
Please wait a moment, I’ll probe a bit.”
After all, she had already lifted the seal and regained her memories.
She had been conflicted about how to address her former master for a long time before deciding to call him “senior.”
But in terms of age and status, there were few in this world more noble than her.
Wen Mingyu also tried to soothe, “Illusion God’s words make sense.
We don’t know the situation inside.
Rushing in might cause more trouble.
Waiting outside isn’t a bad idea.”
Wen Fei snorted and turned her head away, not refuting.
Seeing this, Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief and signaled to Illusion God to act quickly.
Illusion God nodded subtly, stepped forward, and when she saw the Imprisoning Demon Sword seemed to block her, she quickly said, “I respond to the master’s call, naturally I must comply. Having recognized a master, I would never have a second thought.”
Imprisoning Demon Sword paused, seemingly convinced, and after a brief silence, it really moved aside.
Illusion God breathed a sigh of relief and immediately entered the room.
The vortex was raging, having already destroyed the screen that blocked the view.
Illusion God pushed open the door and immediately saw the two people sitting opposite each other in the three-colored vortex.
After a brief investigation, she found that the aura of the Netherworld Talisman was about to dissipate, turning into a dense ghostly power, and she was relieved.
Seeing that the master’s and Senior Sister’s powers were chaotic but their auras were rising steadily, she roughly understood the reason and immediately merged into Tang Muxi’s body.
“Master, let me lend you a hand!”
She transformed into an invisible form, diving into the meridians, guiding the large amount of accumulated and blocked spiritual power to flow smoothly.
With Illusion God’s help, Tang Muxi felt much less pressure, allowing her to catch her breath and focus some attention on refining and reshaping her golden core.
Her cultivation was originally insufficient to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, but the power of the Netherworld Talisman’s shadow merging into her body was too overwhelming, attracting countless spiritual and demonic energies to surge into her body.
She was already highly talented and had accumulated experience from past lives, so it didn’t take long for her to seize this opportunity, absorb the power, expand her meridians, and her cultivation soared.
The vortex was too turbulent for her to absorb it all alone, so Tang Muxi simply let some of the demonic and ghostly power circulate for a cycle before sending it into Senior Sister’s body through their contact.
They exchanged auras, operated their techniques, and harmonized with each other, which was essentially dual cultivation.
However, ordinary dual cultivation often involved physical pleasure and the harmony of yin and yang.
Jiang Yin was slightly surprised and found it amusing.
She didn’t expect the dual cultivation that had been holding her back to be achieved in such a roundabout way, feeling both disappointed and relieved.
“Don’t accuse me of disliking you anymore.
If I truly disliked you, why would I enter your body twice for dual cultivation?”
With the pressure reduced, Jiang Yin even had the leisure to communicate telepathically.
Tang Muxi was taken aback, feeling that this dual cultivation wasn’t quite what she had imagined.
But she was too embarrassed to speak up and didn’t refute the demon lord’s words.
Half a day passed, and it was already late at night.
The sky was as dark as ink, and the surrounding vortex gradually shrank, while the ghostly and demonic power that had spread out also gradually dissipated.
The true energy within Tang Muxi’s body completely calmed down, her internal power was abundant, and her meridians had been significantly expanded by the rich ghostly power.
She noticed that the golden core in her dantian not only had more demonic patterns and ghost symbols but also showed signs of transforming into a Nascent Soul, so she simply took the opportunity to advance and break through.
Cultivation elevated by external means often resulted in a shaky foundation, making future advancements difficult.
But the ghostly power transformed by the Netherworld Talisman was quite obedient, merging into the golden core without any hindrance, and was very compliant.
Tang Muxi had a premonition that even without compressing and suppressing it, this ghostly power wouldn’t go against her.
If her estimation was wrong, she could always spar with Senior Sister to consolidate her power.
Jiang Yin was still dual cultivating with her, their spiritual senses intimately connected and inseparable.
Sensing the other’s intention to break through, she withdrew her power, intending to retreat.
Unexpectedly, before her spiritual sense could exit Tang Muxi’s body, it was suddenly entangled by the other, like a twisted rope, tightly wrapped and refusing to let go.
“What are you doing?”
She opened her eyes helplessly, but afraid of hurting her, she didn’t forcibly withdraw her power, continuously maintaining the flow of energy.
“Senior Sister’s realm has long been perfected.
Even if you retreat, you’ll break through soon.
Why not do it with me?”
Tang Muxi playfully blinked, extending her palm forward, intertwining her fingers with Jiang Yin’s.
Jiang Yin’s heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her gaze, not daring to meet her eyes.
But she forgot that their spiritual senses were intertwined, making them fully aware of each other’s thoughts.
Her panic and palpitations didn’t need words to be conveyed; they naturally flowed into the other’s heart through the merging of their auras.
Tang Muxi received Senior Sister’s worry and excitement, and she opened her mouth slightly in surprise, revealing half of her pearly teeth beneath her red lips.
“Is Senior Sister worried about implicating me?
How could that be?
Junior Sister is very strong and won’t get hurt.
But I didn’t expect Senior Sister’s heart to race too.
I thought it was just me.”
“I never did,” Jiang Yin coldly denied, pretending to be indifferent.
Tang Muxi didn’t believe her, noticing Jiang Yin’s increasingly chaotic aura, and her smile grew wider.
“So Senior Sister’s heart is this lively.
Then why do you always keep a cold face?
If you like me, just say it.
I like Senior Sister too.”
Tang Muxi clasped her fingers more tightly, as if trying to merge the person into her own body.
“It seems we should dual cultivate often, preferably every moment of every day, so I can always understand Senior Sister’s thoughts.”
While she was excited about dual cultivation, Jiang Yin’s expression grew uglier, filled with anger and embarrassment.
