Now that the situation has stabilized, we can naturally take a moment to admire it.

Chu Qingyi’s face flushed crimson, her delicate body trembling as she closed her beautiful eyes.

Yet the more reserved she appeared, the more Lu Changsheng couldn’t resist teasing her, causing her delicate nose to emit soft hums, her expression a mix of embarrassment and vexation.

To be honest, seeing the ordinarily cool and heroic Sword Immortal Child like this, shy and bashful, was utterly captivating.

If something were missing, it was only that there was just one person present.

If Xi Yue or even Caiyun True Immortal were here as well…

“Qing Yi, Core Formation is dangerous, and we mustn’t allow the slightest negligence. What we’re doing is all for healing and Core Formation. In my heart, Fairy, you are still… pure and untouched like jade.”

Lu Changsheng spoke gently, looking at the beauty before him.

“…”

Chu Qingyi, her misty eyes opening and closing, caught sight of Lu Changsheng’s tender and affectionate gaze. Her heart swelled with embarrassment and annoyance, and even a trace of speechlessness.

He’d already done this to her and still claimed she was pure and untouched.

If this was truly for healing and Core Formation, what were his hands busy doing?

However, the normally sharp-edged Sword Immortal Child was now like an ostrich, only daring to ponder such thoughts internally, without voicing them aloud.

After all, in this sort of situation, the shame was unbearable.

“Hmm, Qing Yi, your complexion has improved a lot. Looking at you, you’ll probably just need a few more days of healing before starting Core Formation.”

“Don’t worry, with me here, you’ll definitely succeed in forming your Core, a Superior Gold Core.”

Lu Changsheng looked at the frowning fairy before him and continued, gently caressing her soft and smooth, flushed yet pale cheeks.

Chu Qingyi pressed her lips without speaking, her face so red it resembled the morning glow. Humiliated and agitated, she turned her disheveled-haired head to the side.

Clearly, Lu Changsheng’s words had thrown her mind into disarray and made it hard for her to compose herself.

Time crept forward moment by moment.

Seeing that Chu Qingyi’s condition had stabilized, Lu Changsheng didn’t delay any longer and began assisting her with Core Formation.

After all, if he delayed further, the Nascent Soul Origin that he had refined or the healing effects might dissipate, potentially missing the opportune moment for Core Formation.

“Boom!”

Lu Changsheng drove the Sun Moon Samsara Technique to its limits, integrating the Sun Moon Cauldron floating above his head into Chu Qingyi’s Qi Ocean Core.

“Huff, huff, huff—”

At the same time, nature’s spiritual energy surged and poured into Chu Qingyi’s physical body.

Even though Chu Qingyi had previously been a Nascent Soul Immortal, now undergoing Core Formation again after dissolving her previous Core, she still faced the Three Gates of Core Formation.

Given Chu Qingyi’s current state, it was naturally difficult for her to endure such an infusion of nature’s spiritual energy.

But during their earlier dual cultivation, Lu Changsheng had already transferred Nascent Soul Origin into her meridians and Core, as well as the Sun Moon Cauldron.

Thus, he directly repelled the influx of nature’s spiritual energy, allowing only a small portion to enter Chu Qingyi’s body, then absorbed the rest himself to refine into spiritual energy for her.

…

Meanwhile, Yun Wanshang had arrived at the Heavenly Sword Sect.

After stating her purpose, she was invited to a grand hall to wait.

Yun Wanshang took out Chu Qingyi’s Soul Lamp from her bosom and glanced at it.

The once dim and faint Soul Lamp, like a candle clinging to life in the wind, now appeared significantly brighter.

However, the flickering soul fire still betrayed Chu Qingyi’s unstable condition.

“Qing Yi has escaped danger?”

Yun Wanshang gazed at the Soul Lamp in her hand, a joyful expression lighting up her face.

“Daoist Caiyun.”

A moment later, a man neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, with a face that appeared somewhat ordinary yet carried an air of masculine charm with a hint of feminine refinement, approached.

His loose snow-white robes, worn elegantly, hung at his waist with a simple green long sword, evoking a sense of purity—white jade untainted by dust.

But as soon as he stepped into the grand hall, Yun Wanshang sensed the entire space enveloped by an invisible gravity.

“Greetings, True Monarch!”

Yun Wanshang bent at the waist and paid her respects.

Even though the Four Great Immortal Sects shared close ties, as one of the Qingyun Sect’s peak masters with a Core Formation Late Stage cultivation level, Yun Wanshang dared not show even the slightest disrespect before this Nascent Soul True Lord.

“Daoist, I already know the reason for your visit. Have you brought your disciple’s Soul Lamp?”

Xuanjian True Monarch’s voice was calm and warm, devoid of any sword cultivator’s sharpness.

Yun Wanshang handed the Soul Lamp from her bosom to Xuanjian True Monarch.

Taking the lamp in hand, its flame flickered softly as Xuanjian True Monarch began to manipulate calculations—a gaze that alternated between soft serenity, steady gravity, lively brilliance, and commanding austerity flashing across his ordinary yet striking face.

A moment later, his expression settled into tranquil composure, his lips forming a faint smile as he said, “Daoist Caiyun, indeed your disciple was marked by a terribly ominous fate.”

“Yet misfortune and fortune interweave; calamity breeds opportunity. If she can overcome this tribulation and turn peril into safety, she’ll meet a most auspicious fate.”

“For now, your disciple has emerged from the most threatening situation. Whether her future holds misfortune or fortune will depend on her own destiny. If we were to intervene, it might upset her fate.”

Xuanjian True Monarch spoke in a calm, measured tone.

“Thank you, True Monarch!”

Yun Wanshang visibly relaxed upon hearing these words.

Although divination techniques do not yield absolute precision and only offer blurred insights, the True Monarch’s words suggested it would be best not to interfere.

Otherwise, meddling with destiny could introduce complications and unforeseen changes potentially leading to calamity for Chu Qingyi.

“Daoist Caiyun, there’s no need to thank me. Were it not for your discovery of the Tianyuan Secret Realm, Juejian might never have successfully broken through to Nascent Soul.”

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