Chapter 55: The Attack and Defense Are Different.
Xie Qiyang rubbed her slightly sore waist, her fingertips flickering as she pulled a fresh, elegant dress from her storage ring.
Her gaze swept the floor, littered with shredded clothes, and she let out a soft sigh.
“Sigh…”
How did I not resist at all just now, even… taking the lead?
Last night, she’d already shown signs of losing herself in it.
Now, she’d gone further, savoring the taste, craving more.
This wasn’t her! She was forced into this! How did she end up…
“No way!”
Xie Qiyang shook her head fiercely, her silver hair swaying like a cascade, trying to banish those blush-inducing memories.
Her face hardened with resolve.
“No more of this nonsense. I’ve got to stop before it’s too late. How can I sink into lust like this?”
To steel herself, she instinctively turned inward, circulating her cultivation technique to check her state…
“Huh?!”
The check left her stunned.
Her Lunar spiritual energy, once a trickling stream, now surged like a roaring river, boundless and unstoppable.
In just one morning, she was nearly breaking from early Innate Realm to mid-Innate Realm?
This speed is insane!
She’d thought the first night’s rapid progress was a one-time fluke, but even after multiple times, it showed no sign of slowing.
Her blue eyes widened, the “resolute” expression crumbling instantly.
She glanced back at the “culprit” on the bed—Li Tianxing.
His Solar Saint Body, so domineering before, now lacked its fiery aura.
Leaning against the headboard, his stunning face showed clear exhaustion… and gauntness?
Faint shadows lingered under his eyes, his lips pursed as he seemed to regulate his breath.
His drained appearance starkly contrasted her vibrant, cultivation-soaring state.
The last traces of reluctance and embarrassment in her heart melted away, seeing his “pitiful” state and her surging energy.
“What’s going on?”
Her mind reeled.
“My Lunar Saint Body… is it that much stronger than his Solar Saint Body? Draining him dry and boosting my cultivation?”
It didn’t add up. Yin-yang harmony should benefit both—how was one thriving like she’d taken a supreme tonic while the other looked bled dry?
In a flash, a long-dormant, rarely active presence stirred in her mind.
Holding her breath, with a mix of excitement and caution, she called inwardly:
“System?! You there? What’s happening?!”
[Present, Host.]
To her surprise, the usually aloof system responded swiftly, its cold, mechanical voice clear in her mind:
[Detecting Host’s query.]
[Analyzing…]
[Conclusion: After obtaining the ‘new attire,’ the Host’s innate talents and physique partially enhance the Host’s abilities.]
[Enhanced talents include: Yang-Absorbing Yin-Nourishment, increasing cultivation gains from dual cultivation by 50%, doubling physical resilience, and doubling sensory pleasure.]
Xie Qiyang gasped.
She hadn’t expected her low-key system to secretly grant such a powerful ability.
Well, except for that 100% pleasure boost.
She winced inwardly.
With this, I’m practically a succubus, dragging Li Tianxing to bed daily.
The effect was too tempting—one night equaled months of grueling training, with doubled resilience and pleasure to boot.
No field would tire, only the ox would collapse.
Li Tianxing’s Solar Saint Body, once a scheming jerk in her eyes, now transformed into a living, breathing SSS-grade treasure—a walking, infinite source of pure experience points.
Looking at the pale, meditating Li Tianxing, her gaze shifted entirely.
No trace of resistance remained.
Instead, her eyes burned with unprecedented softness… and naked obsession.
Her stare was so intense, so predatory, it seemed to melt him, like she was eyeing a rare treasure, an inexhaustible gold mine—hers alone, a breathing vault.
The gaze was so fervent, so ill-intentioned, that Li Tianxing, mid-recovery, felt a chill down his spine.
His golden eyes snapped open, meeting her ravenous look.
“!!!”
Now it was Li Tianxing’s turn to feel alarm bells blaring.
A sinking premonition hit him.
Instinctively, he clutched his aching waist, clearly worn out.
That look… too familiar.
Like the greedy stares of dying elders at auctions, eyeing life-extending treasures.
How is this possible?
Li Tianxing couldn’t believe it.
How was Jiang Ningshuang already so overpowering at this stage?
Her Lunar force had nearly drained his Solar power.
Then, Xie Qiyang’s lips parted, her voice dripping with honey, soft and bone-meltingly seductive:
“Husband~~~”
The word, tender and lingering, would’ve thrilled him before, eager to show her his prowess.
But now, it sent shivers down his spine, his hair standing on end.
He realized, even reborn, he didn’t truly know this woman.
During their dual cultivation, somehow, she’d turned the tables, siphoning his Solar power.
Her unmasked, obsessive smile—like she was eyeing a millennium-old ginseng—left him with one thought:
It’s over! She’s found the ‘shortcut’! My waist… is in danger!!!
His waist throbbed, drained far beyond just Solar power.
“Husband, feeling better?”
Xie Qiyang beamed, her face radiant with health.
After their intense night, the tables had turned in an instant.