Chapter 461: Soulmate

Chapter 461: Soulmates

Fortunately, the two in the courtyard, no matter how unrestrained, didn't dare to do anything in the open yard. They had no idea that a touching and earth-shattering good saint was guarding outside. In this world, people came and went, soaring high and low at any moment—if someone happened to leap over the wall right then, they would see everything.

So Zhao Changhe carried "Sisi" into the house and locked the door tight.

Outside, Sisi could no longer hear the murmurs of "Master" and "Sisi" from within. Everything fell silent.

Instead, she grew annoyed, a cat scratching at her heart. She quietly slipped back and crouched outside to eavesdrop.

So that's how you play it, huh?

She didn't believe Yue Hongling could pull off such a sultry line as "Master, does your servant please you well?" She had to hear it clearly!

She pressed her ear carefully against the paper window and listened for a long time. There was indeed no sultry talk inside—only the suppressed sounds of Yue Hongling... Sisi recalled that time in Yangzhou, when Yue Hongling had touched her all over, and she too had let out those sounds through her nose.

Thinking about it, she felt, back then you started it with me; I'm just getting revenge...

But come to think of it, for someone who's roamed the jianghu and seen so much, you can't even talk dirty—just a couple of moans. What fun does a man have with you? If it weren't for wearing my face, Sisi, maybe he wouldn't even want you.

Hmph.

Wait, no—why are you using my face to go "mm-hmm" with a man? I never wanted to do that with him!

Sisi was losing her mind.

Inside, it hadn't reached the peak yet, but outside, the eavesdropper was already furious to the max and stormed off in indignation.

The sounds inside quieted down, as if both were listening. After a while, Yue Hongling chuckled softly: "She's gone?"

"Seems like she really ran this time."

"Her feelings for you are strange... but I think they're different from what we have. Don't let her brush against you and sell a few dirty words to get any improper ideas."

"I know, I know..." Zhao Changhe kissed her: "I only want my Yue-jiejie..."

"Alright..." Yue Hongling said softly, "I, I turn sideways?"

"Fine, fine, fine..."

In truth, of course, there was no disguise. Yue Hongling still wore her own face... Maybe if he had actually put makeup on her, she would have agreed, but Zhao Changhe couldn't bring himself to do it—it felt too strange and disrespectful to Yue Hongling.

So they didn't go through with it. They cast aside all messy thoughts and truly immersed themselves in the dual cultivation of complete union.

As for healing, it was meaningless. Though both had unhealed injuries, they were all external. Especially Zhao Changhe's sliced-off arm flesh—the sight was shocking and heroic, but it didn't affect his combat ability much, since it was just his left arm.

What really drained them was the exhaustion from the consecutive battles, using every trick. Without daring to use the Blood Fiend Art, they had relied on the Six Harmonies Divine Art, which was always Zhao Changhe's weaker area, leaving him nearly spent. Dual cultivation was especially effective for this, better than any miraculous medicine.

More importantly, it was about releasing the long-separated longing between them, meeting by chance at the ends of the earth for completely different reasons.

Yue Hongling was particularly moved by this, and Zhao Changhe was no different.

He had been flitting among the flowers for quite a while, but in truth, the only one with whom he could truly let go and indulge in dual cultivation was still Yue Hongling.

And this time, Zhao Changhe found that the effect of dual cultivation was especially good.

There was no other reason... only because he had finally caught up to Yue Hongling's strength.

Even if he was still slightly behind, it was only by a hair, and the gap was mainly due to internal energy. In terms of external techniques, he seemed to have slightly surpassed her... So overall, they were evenly matched.

Dual cultivation between those of equal cultivation has always been the most effective—true immortal lovers, perfectly fused.

Both wished they could press themselves into the other's body, holding each other tightly even after it was over, unwilling to let go.

Anyone else would have been exhausted, but the two were fully refreshed and radiant.

"You..." Yue Hongling's spirit was high, but her voice was a little hoarse, her lips dry: "You really... are getting stronger and stronger..."

Zhao Changhe looked at her, strands of hair clinging messily to her cheeks, even more alluring. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her again: "Because I'm afraid of falling behind you."

Yue Hongling yielded to the kiss, a word unspoken in her heart.

That feeling of being conquered was even more pronounced than last time beyond the frontier...

From chasing her shadow, striving to match her, to be able to say "our cultivation isn't too far apart" and "let's wield our swords and roam the world together," now he seemed to have become the pillar of heaven, the mainstay of the home.

In this Hundred Clans Sword Trial, Yue Hongling had prepared herself to fight, but she never expected that he would stand alone with his sword, laughing at all heroes, breaking every bizarre trick with a single strike.

In a daze, she felt as if she could hide under his outstretched wings and be a comfortable feather... Yue Hongling believed Sisi would feel the same.

A man's strength is the pass in this world.

Yue Hongling was a little addicted to this feeling, yet also afraid of it—afraid of losing herself.

Fortunately, Zhao Changhe cared more about her self than she did.

Thinking of this, Yue Hongling found it amusing.

The Yue Hongling he loved in his heart, the solitary shadow of the setting sun he chased, might be slightly different from the real Yue Hongling... But it didn't matter. Yue Hongling knew very well how to be the Yue Hongling in his heart.

She gently pushed away Zhao Changhe, who was clinging to her, and said softly, "Alright, you're like a child."

Zhao Changhe pouted: "The child is hungry, wants to eat..."

Yue Hongling pretended to lightly slap him: "Here's a big slap for you to eat."

Zhao Changhe grinned foolishly.

Yue Hongling found it funny inside. He called others "little girl" to show off, never admitting defeat, always wanting to prove he had grown up. But deep down, he always saw her as an older sister. In front of her, he was especially boyish.

So her expression turned serious: "Are you going to learn swordsmanship?"

"Yes."

"Abandon the blade?"

"No." Zhao Changhe said, "I've felt that the blade's changes, including its intent, have become scarce, leading to a bottleneck. I hope to gain insights from swordsmanship through analogy... Actually, it's about learning the sword to understand the blade. The blade is my foundation; everything is for it."

In the ring, there was a buzz and a tremble—a blade had climaxed.

Zhao Changhe didn't notice and continued, "My own plan is to practice the sword first. When I feel confident, I'll go into battle with a sword in my left hand and a blade in my right. Hmm, I don't know if it's necessary; I'll see. In the end, returning to the source, it's still just one blade."

Longque was extremely pleased, trembling and then still, as if entering a sage mode, more relaxed than its master at that moment.

Yue Hongling didn't bother with his martial arts plans. She said cheerfully, "So now I can really teach you swordsmanship, right?"

"Uh..."

Yue Hongling put on a stern face: "Are you unwilling to learn? Do you think your swordsmanship is no worse than mine? Or is the sword technique you learned from the Gusu Tang family better than mine?"

"Not at all... I need to learn from many to gain insights... Uh, no, my main sword technique isn't the Spring Water Sword Art; it's the Sword Emperor's skill I found with Sisi..."

"Whatever sword technique you use, it must include mine." Yue Hongling interrupted directly, biting his ear and saying, "I hope next time you duel with someone, there's a part of me in it. I want to feel involved."

Zhao Changhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She really did have a bit of a little girl's temper.

He bit her ear in return: "What I hesitated about just now wasn't that I didn't want to learn your sword technique, but that I wanted to ask if you'd like the Sword Emperor's skill?"

Yue Hongling was taken aback, then suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She had intended to continue being the big sister teaching him, and he wanted that too—how nice... But without realizing it, she found that he could now give back, and she truly wanted it too.

The feeling of those days was gone forever... But that was fine; this was what it meant to stand side by side and help each other.

Yue Hongling said readily, "Mm, teach me too. I'm in good spirits now. Shall we get up and practice swords?"

"No need." Zhao Changhe said with a grin, "We're both at the Secret Treasury level, our souls fused. Do we still need to hold hands and demonstrate each move like in the early days?"

Yue Hongling said with exasperation, "What trick do you have up your sleeve? Dual cultivation can transfer sword intent, but learning techniques is still unrealistic, right?"

"Your husband has his ways..."

"Hey, hey, go easy..." Before Yue Hongling could resist, her mind shook with a bang, as if entering a brand-new secret realm of picturesque scenery.

A divine sword stood in the void, demonstrating wondrous moves stroke by stroke, even more profound and subtle than what Zhao Changhe had used before.

Yue Hongling stood there dumbfounded.

It actually works?

So that means, while others indulge in carnal pleasures wasting time and depleting vitality, he not only improves his cultivation but can also bring women along to train...

Yue Hongling suddenly understood why he learned so fast—many techniques seemed like he only needed to see them once. This must be some treasure, his most secret fortune.

"You... you're showing your secret, your secret to... ah, to me?" Yue Hongling couldn't help asking, "Aren't you afraid I... ha..."

Zhao Changhe almost laughed out loud: "My little girl, at a time like this, don't ask... Is there a difference between mine and yours?"

"I..."

"Am I not your husband?"

"You're going to bully me, aren't you? During the day, you just wait, wait..."

The sky was faintly brightening.

A pair of bare feet stepped into the courtyard again, bathed in the soft light of the rising sun.

Pressing an ear to listen, the sounds inside were not yet over.

Sisi looked at the distant sun in disbelief, as if in a dream, and dazedly opened the courtyard gate to leave.

"Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden." The young girls ran over: "Oh, we overslept and didn't keep watch in the second half of the night... The Holy Maiden is truly persevering, still standing guard here..."

Sisi's eyes glinted green as she stared at them, her slender fingers cracking: "I've been putting up with you for a long time..."

In the morning mist, the young girls' screams rose one after another, as if accompanying a symphony from the house.