【Immortal Destiny】(Part 3, Chapter 135)

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Chapter 135 Stabilizing the Realm

This was Cen Zhu's first time in seclusion to stabilize her realm after forming her Core. Stabilizing the realm wasn't difficult; the key was in

the mind. She continued her daily meditation and cultivation as usual, solidifying her early Core Formation stage.

The slower pace of time within the scroll world allowed her greater composure in stabilizing her realm.

The six months within the scroll passed quickly, during which she had become very proficient in using

the "Disguise Technique."

Besides the first four months of secluded cultivation to stabilize her realm, she spent the last two months learning "Disguise

Technique" and alchemy from Yang.

Talisman making was a key skill she learned at the Hehuan Sect, but for cultivators, alchemy was also a vast and

complex art. An alchemist was often worth a hundred times more than an ordinary cultivator.

After all, elixirs were indispensable for all cultivators' advancement, but alchemy ultimately depended on talent.

Besides good talent, proficiency was also extremely important.

However, the production of herbs is limited in both Tianji and Lingzhou. To become a high-level alchemist

, one must accumulate herbs, making the success rate of alchemy

crucial given the limited availability of herbs.

A master alchemist achieves a success rate of about 60% per batch, while Cen Zhu's talent in alchemy is not outstanding

, with a success rate of only about 30%.

Furthermore, successful pills are categorized into top-grade, high-grade, medium-grade, and low-grade. Based

on , medium-grade pills are generally the majority, with high-grade and low-grade pills each accounting for 10-20%.

Overall, Cen Zhu's talent in alchemy is considered average.

It seems that specializing in talisman making would be more advantageous for her compared to alchemy. This is

the conclusion reached after two months of training.

After spending these two months with Yang, Cen Zhu discovered a deeper understanding of him. Besides

his extensive knowledge, she found him to be proficient in alchemy, weapon crafting, talisman making, and array formations.

To be honest, given Yang's level and strength, it's more reasonable to say that Yang is Cen Zhu's master.

The more time she spends with Yang, the more she realizes her own shortcomings and feels that she owes him a great deal. After all, he

waited two thousand years, only to end up with a master who is inferior to him in every way.

"Sigh!" She truly feels guilty.

"My lord, what's wrong?" Yang's large hand rested on Cen Zhu's thin shoulder, his fingers gently rubbing against her clothes.

Cen Zhu's face flushed. She subconsciously wanted to pull away, but remembering that Yang had been alone here for a thousand years, she couldn't bear

to push him away. She had never known herself to be so indecisive. So many men followed her so devotedly;

she should have hardened her heart and rejected them one by one long ago. But thinking of everyone's sacrifices for her, she couldn't bear to see

the pain and disappointment on their faces.

Sigh! What's the use of thinking about these things now? Improving her strength is the only way to protect herself and others.

She smiled slightly, "It's nothing, I just feel so inadequate and have some regrets!"

Her smile was gentle and reserved, not ostentatious, yet possessing a captivating beauty. It was

a smile from the heart, enough to drive any man mad, to make him lose his mind.

Yang's breath caught in his throat, and he couldn't help but lean down for a deep kiss. At first, it was a gentle, light touch, but then it gradually

spiraled out of control , passionately entwining with her tongue.

Cen Zhu almost melted in Yang's burning embrace. He held the back of her head tightly with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around

her slender waist, his tall body locking her firmly in place, as if afraid she would disappear.

Cen Zhu was startled. In the past two months, Yang's physical actions towards her had clearly increased—touching, holding hands,

kissing.

And she had gone from feeling uncomfortable at first to slowly getting used to it. Because she often thought that if she were

imprisoned for a thousand years, perhaps she too would become someone who craved warmth.

Because only mutual contact could comfort her long-lonely heart.

Thinking of this, her body softened involuntarily.

Yang's hand moved from her waist to her soft breasts. Cen Zhu blushed and pushed him away. She still

felt uncomfortable with such intimacy. Kissing or hugging were acceptable to her, but such bold caresses, even though they

had already had such intimate intercourse, she still couldn't accept it.

Yang sighed softly. He smiled and whispered, "I will wait for you..." He knew that their intercourse

was forced upon Cen Zhu. Even if her body liked it, she certainly didn't want it mentally.

He clenched his fists tightly and took deep breaths to calm the burning desire within him.

He was willing to wait, for a long time she couldn't imagine, quietly waiting for her.

"I... I'm sorry." Cen Zhu saw Yang's repression. His erection against her made her feel ashamed.

He had never forced her to cooperate with his desires. On the contrary, he had always cooperated with her, whether it was modifying her physique or changing

her appearance. He had given so generously, but she had selfishly refused to cooperate.

She felt utterly terrible. Her hand caressed the man's handsome, godlike face, and

she whispered, "I'm sorry." His desires had been suppressed for millennia, and the only master who could soothe his burning passion had selfishly refused to offer himself. The more she thought about it, the more

guilty she felt, not knowing what to do. She could only apologize softly once more.

"My lord, there's no need to apologize. I will wait until you are willing to cultivate with me, and then we will share the joys of love."

His lonely heart was no longer cold because of her. The closer he got to her, the deeper the throbbing in his heart became. Gradually, his heart

was filled her. He gazed at her quietly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

His deep voice was full of gentleness and understanding. Cen Zhu was deeply moved; she could feel the man's heartfelt pity and

sincerity.

She gestured for the man to bend down, and she kissed his cheek, softly saying, "Thank you."

For his respect, for his warmth, and because he hadn't used her like her master and others had,

she thanked

him from the bottom of her heart. It wasn't exploitation, coercion, or deception; that was all she was grateful for. Yang's feelings deepened, and

he couldn't help but feel more pity for Cen Zhu. He naturally knew what Cen Zhu had gone through in the past, and

he knew that such basic respect was precious to her now.

Both were powerless to control their own lives, both suffered greatly. Perhaps she and he were the two extremes who understood each other best in the world,

extreme yang and pure yin, seemingly different yet so similar.

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