The Secret to Turning Yang into Yin

This manual was something that didn't seem like a manual at all, leaving Zijie both amused and exasperated. A few years ago, he'd met a beggar-like Taoist priest who, for some inexplicable madness, had forced it on him, claiming it was for a destined person. Coupled with his desire for invincible virility and countless women after reading online novels like "The Golden Carp Is Not a Fish in a Pond" and "The Land Is So Beautiful," he'd started practicing.

Yang Zijie had just enrolled in the prestigious Nanshan University in the province and rented this apartment near the university campus for convenient practice. He didn't care about the money he'd already spent on this practice; his parents were among the first to go into business, their business even extending overseas, so their son's expenses wouldn't be a problem. Fortunately, his practice had indeed yielded results. However, the ancient text repeatedly emphasized preserving one's virginity, which had kept Zijie from trying, though he felt that having sex with several women in one night wouldn't be a problem. After

five years of practice, he had gained some skill, and Yang Zijie was eager to try it out. If he could just hold on without ejaculating, he could preserve his virginity, but his heart was pounding. Bang

bang bang! Bang bang bang! A series of loud noises rang out, startling everyone; it was almost as if someone was banging on the door.

"Hey! I say, big brother! Aren't you tired of getting up in the middle of the night every day to cause trouble?! Even if you aren't tired, can't a person get any sleep?!"

Yang Zijie hurriedly pulled on his underwear and opened the door. He first caught a whiff of perfume, then his eardrums were bombarded by a barrage of sharp shouts. Zijie frowned slightly

, glancing at the protester at the door. "Where did this girl come from? I was just thinking of testing her out, and she's delivered herself to my doorstep." The girl at the door looked like a young girl, tall and slender, with an oval face and a small, slightly wrinkled nose with a few tiny freckles that only added to her cuteness. However, her eyelids were a little droopy, her hair was slightly messy, she was wearing a thin nightgown and crystal sandals, and her expression was somewhat annoyed. She clearly hadn't woken up properly, oblivious to the two pink nipples that were prominently displayed, incredibly alluring.

"You make such a racket every night, it's so noisy!"

The girl's voice was still sharp, though her tone had softened slightly as she saw Zijie come out. As the door opened, a faint smell of medicine wafted out. The girl sniffed, then smelled the aroma of chicken soup. Her eyes widened in confusion as she noticed Zijie wearing only his underwear, which clearly showed a large tent in his pants. Her face flushed, the medicinal smell taking effect instantly, and she involuntarily felt a slight fluid seep from her lower body. Her body went limp, and she felt she couldn't stand.

Seeing the girl's state, Xiao Huaxia immediately understood. "I've been talking at the door for too long, come in and sit down," he said, casually supporting her waist and pulling the door shut behind him as he rushed into the room. His daily training had made him incredibly agile, and in the blink of an eye, he had carried the girl back to the room. Only a minute had passed since he knocked, and the room was quiet again, as if nothing had happened.

The girl wanted to scream, but with the large steelyard pressed against her, she couldn't utter a sound and could only let the new flower-wielding knight lead her back to her room. The bedding was neat and tidy, indicating the owner was a refined person who wouldn't be overly rough, which gave her a sense of anticipation.

The young flower-wielding knight, though he had practiced diligently for years, had never had the chance to try.

Now that the opportunity had arrived, he was somewhat at a loss. Oh well, he'd have to feel his way across the river.

No, it should be "feeling his way across the river," and a large one at that! Without thinking too much, Zijie picked up the girl and laid her on the bed, his hand naturally moving to her thigh. Her smooth, rounded skin was indescribable, truly slippery to the touch. Step by step, inch by inch, he moved upwards, already feeling the moistness of the riverbank, and further up, it was indeed as turbulent as the river itself.

A soft moan was heard, the girl involuntarily shuddering as another stream of clear fluid gushed out, her mouth uttering indistinct sounds. The new Flower Knight had never heard such a melodious, almost symphonic, panting sound. A low moan escaped his throat, and he was about to pounce on the snake—no, to plunge it into its den!

"No!" The girl, at the crucial moment, regained her composure. "My name is Guan Ying. Who are you? I don't want to give my first time to someone I don't even know!"

The somewhat out-of-control Zi Jie calmed down slightly, but only briefly. The arrow was on the bowstring, ready to be released! The Flower Knight's spear continued its thrust, the sounds of splattering, thuds, and splashes mingling together, like a one- or two-second overture, shaking the entire room. Only then did Zi Jie say to the girl, "My name is Yang Zi Jie. It's my first time too. How about we discuss it together?" His tone was one of negotiation, but his actions were full of predatory intent.

Chapter Two: An Adventure for Happiness .

While they were locked in battle, outside the window, a pair of green eyes flickered like will-o'-the-wisps. Heh heh! Then they vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile, Zijie and Xiaohuaxia, still locked in their battle, were still engaged in fierce combat. Although Xiaohuaxia was new to the game and somewhat impatient, he was skilled in mounted combat, and his five years of hard work had paid off. In the blink of an eye, Guan Ying was overwhelmed by the relentless thrusting, the pain of losing her virginity long since overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure. She fainted within half an hour. Zijie, having just tasted the thrill, was unwilling to stop there. He thrust in and out dozens more times, but seeing that the girl had no further reaction, he had no choice but to withdraw reluctantly.

Xiaohuaxia sat to the side, looking at Guan Ying lying on the blood-stained sheets. He thought that the methods in that tattered book were indeed effective, but he was also extremely troubled by his still-erect penis. When would he be able to truly enjoy himself? Damn it, he had to preserve his virginity! What should he do with this girl named Guan Ying? His mind was a complete mess!

Oh well, things would work themselves out. Yang Zijie simply put aside these thoughts, hugged the girl, and went back to sleep!

The next day, Yang Zijie woke up around nine o'clock. Guan Ying was nowhere to be seen, along with half a bed sheet and a weight. Her departure saved him trouble. Zijie returned to school with a swagger, feeling no burden. He was just a little late, missing his morning class and getting a scolding from the professor. Other than that, there was no trouble.

As a literature and history major, the class was mostly female, a lively and charming group, many of them stylishly dressed and attractive, filling the classroom with fragrance. Since they were only freshmen and had just entered, they were all a bit reserved. Not many couples were dating; only occasionally would one or two couples sit together, whispering sweet nothings, oblivious to others, and no one bothered them. Life was generally uneventful.

After last night's ordeal, Zijie had some ideas. He really needed to find a way to hook up with two or three good girls, preferably all at once, so he could put his learning to good use and have a proper time. Thinking about this, his lower body stirred again, and he couldn't help but curse that damn book—it could only release but not control, lacking any method of self-control!

Since there were no classes in the fourth period today, after the three periods, some classmates would get up to go back to their dorms or go out for a stroll. Lunchtime was still early, and Xiaohuaxia considered whether to strike up a conversation with someone she liked and invite them to lunch at the Old Tree Cafe near the school gate. She knew that good food was always the number one weapon for attacking beautiful women. However, on campus, every beautiful woman was accompanied by a classmate of average appearance who seemed like a follower or confidant. A red flower needs green leaves to set it off, and for a green leaf to try and add color to a red flower, it would probably take several rounds to clear the obstacles.

As he twirled his pen, a fragrant breeze wafted past. The class monitor stood up: "Classmates, wait a moment." The monitor was a beautiful woman, about 1.65-1.66 meters tall, quite tall for a girl. Judging from her clothes and demeanor, she was clearly a wealthy woman. Her name was Zhang Xiaodan. Zijie already knew this; she had just spoken.

Generally speaking, class monitors are usually beautiful or wealthy women. Being beautiful gives them confidence. Being wealthy gives them more charisma. They're confident and assertive, their entire aura is different—it's a natural phenomenon. Of course, there are also exceptionally talented, albeit less conventionally attractive, women who become class monitors. Ultimately, you need some ability to command respect, whether innate or acquired.

If you're poor, not pretty, and lack talent, then you don't fit the natural order and can't be a class monitor. Yang Zijie understood this perfectly well. Therefore, most female class leaders are beautiful, which is consistent with Mr. Darwin's theory of evolution.

When Zhang Xiaodan stood up to speak, the classmates stopped moving. Some of the more outgoing girls teased, "Class monitor, are you announcing you have a boyfriend?" This caused a burst of laughter in the classroom.

The beautiful class monitor straightened her face and said seriously, "I'm being serious, no jokes!" The whole classroom immediately quieted down. She was indeed quite decisive, and everyone admired her.

Zhang Xiaodan went up to the podium, her Mandarin clear and bright. Zijie listened attentively: "It's about the ballroom dance club." As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes lit up. A man and a woman entered through the door. The man was about 1.75 meters tall, a typical pretty boy, seven parts handsome and three parts well-proportioned. The girl was even more outstanding in appearance, the kind that would turn heads wherever she went, but she wasn't very agile on her feet, as if she was wearing a thick sanitary napkin.
The man was Xu Zifeng, the star of the ballroom dance club, who had a certain charm in his eyes. The girl was none other than Guan Ying, the test subject who had come to their door in the early hours of the morning. She was Xu Gongzi's first choice for dance partner, and her genitals were still red and swollen from being brutally violated by the "Little Flower Hero," making even walking difficult! Guan Ying happened to meet Zijie's gaze at that moment, and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly turned her head towards Zhang Yanran. The "Little Flower Hero," being a straightforward person, naturally stood to the side, listening attentively, pretending not to see her. The two, who had spent the night together, were putting on an act, unaware that their actions were being observed by Zhang Yanran, the class monitor.

The demonstration effect of ballroom dancing partners on television, coupled with the presence of a handsome man and a beautiful woman, naturally attracted a large influx of new members to the ballroom dance club, including our "Little Flower Hero," Yang Zijie. Yang Zijie would be cursing himself awake if he didn't participate in such an organization that offered the easiest way to get close to beautiful women.

After queuing to register, it was lunchtime, and Guan Ying and Xu Zifeng had already left. As Zijie stepped out of the classroom into the blazing sunlight, a sudden thought struck him, and he instantly lost interest in treating the two beauties to lunch. He ate something quick at the cafeteria and then headed for a stroll on the mountain behind the school, where the tall, dense trees offered some shade. But Zijie wasn't there for the shade; instead, he headed straight for the sunniest spot at the summit.

There were far fewer people there, and the little flower girl quickened her pace, darting through the dense forest in just a few minutes to reach the hundred-meter-high peak. Without a moment's rest, she stripped off her clothes and laid them on the ground, then sat down to meditate, absorbing the pure yang energy most abundant at midday. With the absorption of this pure yang energy, her lower body slowly became erect and then slowly softened, repeating this cycle.

It turned out that after practicing her martial arts at night, Yang Zijie's seminal control was indeed stable, but once erect, it would last for two or three hours without release. In modern medicine terms, this falls under the category of nerve reflexes and cannot be actively controlled. The little flower girl had already suffered greatly by the early morning hours, her erection almost unbearable. Just before lunch, he remembered the last entry in that tattered book. It was a method that even the legendary Ximen Qing had never tried, extremely fast to master and with unbelievable effects—perfect for his needs. However, no one had ever practiced it before, and the risks were unpredictable. Little Flower Hero had always been reluctant to try it rashly. He feared that a moment of carelessness could lead to impotence, or even death.

On the mountaintop, Yang Zijie, completely naked and with his eyes closed, was still practicing his internal energy. However, he wasn't sweating at all, and his expression was becoming increasingly calm, as if he were enjoying himself in an air-conditioned room instead of being constantly baked by the scorching sun.

Chapter Three: Double Eagles Celebrate

Success. With his control over his genitals becoming increasingly effortless, Yang Zijie suppressed his joy, opened his eyes, and secretly laughed at Ximen Qing for not recognizing his worth, causing him to waste a lot of effort practicing the quick-fix method. That being said, he knew in his heart that today's successful adventure was entirely due to the hard work of the past few years. If he had lost his vital energy, he would never have been able to use the "Yang-to-Yin Transformation Technique" to achieve success in this lifetime.

The sun's heat had subsided considerably. Checking his phone, it was nearly 3 PM. Knowing he'd be late again, Zijie dashed down the mountain. After only a few steps, he realized he was still completely naked. In his excitement, he almost became a campus exhibitionist.

The afternoon's Political Economy class was in a large lecture hall on the first floor of the Deyue Building, with two classes attending simultaneously. Zijie swaggered over and found a seat surrounded by beautiful girls, right in front of him was the class monitor, Zhang Xiaodan. The dull, outdated course, coupled with the lecturer's tedious rambling, made it difficult to concentrate. The young man's eyes darted around, admiring the beauties from other classes, ignoring the disapproving looks he received, indulging in fantasies of them being submissive to him someday!

After a few more of these fantasies, his gaze returned to Zhang Xiaodan's back. Such a beautiful girl, always dressed conservatively because of her class monitor status. Zijie wondered if she was as conservative as she seemed inside.

Finally, class ended, and Yang Zijie grabbed his books and hurried towards his apartment. He ate a quick dinner as usual, then prepared soup ingredients—everything was familiar and easy. He arrived at his apartment, showered, and it was only seven or eight o'clock. Just as he was about to go into his room to read for a while, he noticed the half-sheet on the bed and remembered that he had given Guan Ying the weight he used for practicing martial arts; he figured he'd have to go meet her. He decided he should go downstairs to get it later. With that in mind, Zijie began reviewing his lessons, then flipped through his favorite novels, *Water Margin* and *Jin Ping Mei*, admiring Ximen Qing immensely. After gauging that Guan Ying had been waiting long enough, he got dressed and went downstairs. Sure enough, it

was Guan Ying who opened the door. She tried to close it as soon as she saw him, but Xiao Huaxia reached out and blocked it, so she had no choice but to let Zijie in. Zijie chuckled, pulling Guan Ying into his arms. The young woman's cheeks flushed instantly, and she muttered, "Shameless! What are you doing here? There are people at home." The last sentence was practically an implication. The young hero understood and followed his mistress's instructions, returning to their room together.
Zijie held Guan Ying close, his gaze from above revealing her neckline perfectly. Her flawless cleavage resembled a mountain stream in a deep valley, and her pale yellow strapless bra encased her graceful breasts. A delicate fragrance wafted from her, captivating him, and his lower body instantly hardened. Guan Ying asked, "Did you come here today to get that weight? What's the use of a lump of iron?" Zijie smiled, grabbed her hand, and pressed it against his groin, saying, "A scale can't be without a weight, you know. What do you think of this scale beam?" The young woman couldn't resist such teasing and instinctively grasped it. Just as she was about to say something, Zijie's tongue slipped inside.

After a long, passionate kiss, Zijie carried Guan Ying to the bed, unhooked her strapless bra, and her small but full breasts bounced out slightly. "Ah! Such delicate breasts!" Guan Ying blushed, letting the little flower swordsman gently bite her large, bright red nipples. Her pale pink areolas were held in his mouth and gently stirred by his tongue, and waves of pleasure surged through her. Her eyes rolled back slightly, and the excitement caused her lower body to contract strongly. Suddenly, she felt a wave of pleasure, and she was soaking wet again.

After all, this wasn't the first time for the two lovers, so they weren't so impatient or afraid anymore. Even in the midst of passion, they still maintained their rationality. Zijie admired and played with Guan Ying's soft breasts, determined to make up for what he had done last time. Guan Ying gripped the large breasts, both loving and afraid, muttering something that sounded like a chant or a plea. Her lower body trembled incessantly, clearly indicating that she was about to climax again.
Zijie, unable to contain himself any longer, quickly stripped off his clothes, subtly reduced the pressure of his weight using his "Explosive Yang Technique," and began his assault on the yearning maiden beneath him. Pain turned to numbness, numbness to itching, and itching to unbearable torment. Guan Ying's words were incoherent, her volume and time of day completely lost. The two were engrossed in their work, unaware that their lewd moans had already stirred

up the person outside the door, who was also deeply aroused, moaning softly. That person was Guan Ying's roommate, who had gone to the living room to get a drink but was drawn to the noise by the two and eavesdropped at the door. Guan Ying was oblivious, but Zijie heard everything, a plan forming in his mind. He immediately unleashed his full power, delivering over ten powerful and swift blows with his Vajra Staff, knocking the poor woman unconscious again.

Then, the little flower hero abruptly flung open the door. The woman outside panicked and turned to return to her room. Zijie, caught up in the moment, followed her in, grabbing her around the waist with unbridled lust. Without a word, he tossed her onto the bed and lifted her nightgown. Good heavens, two large, white breasts bounced out—not the green apples of Guan Ying's. Zijie grabbed one with his left hand, squeezing and kneading it roughly, while his right hand reached for her silk panties, only to find them already soaking wet.

Although Zhao Yanan had been intimate with her boyfriend many times and was considered a mature woman, she had never experienced such brutality. The initial shock was followed by a strange pleasure; the initial shock caused her to gush forth again, spraying her hands with her vaginal fluids. Her left hand held Zijie's lower back, while her right hand grasped his still-wet member, feeling its size and irresistible attraction.

Zijie continued to rub her breasts vigorously; they were round, firm, and elastic, and felt incredibly comfortable to touch. Hearing the cries of pleasure, he knew the woman before him was beyond control, and the young hero unleashed his full power, his engorged member continuing to swell. Zhao Yanan felt an unprecedented fullness; though more enduring than Guan Ying, she succumbed to sleep faster. Zijie, too lazy to care, continued his relentless assault until waves of pleasure washed over him, then withdrew, guarding his ejaculation.

Feeling the superiority and novelty of his new cultivation method, Yang Zijie no longer bothered with the quick-fix method; he only needed to master the "Energy-to-Yin Transformation Technique," and he could dominate the world, at least intimidating Nanshan University, and eventually reign supreme in the South and even the entire country. Zijie, smugly pleased with himself, went upstairs, leaving the weight downstairs as a convenient excuse for future comings and goings!

Chapter Four: That Sliver of Green Light

Guan Ying slowly awoke, and seeing the person beside her was gone, she couldn't help but sigh. She, who had always been dignified and principled, remained unmoved by the relentless pursuit of various boys. Even occasional close contact with handsome dance partners in the ballroom dance club didn't stir any feelings in her. Yet, she was now completely captivated by a plain-looking junior. She glanced hurriedly at the foot of the bed and found the weight still intact. A secret joy welled up within her; if the weight was still there, the balance couldn't be far behind. Of course, she wanted to share her smugness with her friend. Without even checking the time, she picked up the phone and dialed a number. In high

spirits, the day passed quickly, and before she knew it, it was the afternoon of the next day. The first year of university was demanding, but her academic life remained relatively structured. Zijie attended classes as usual, went to the mountains as usual, everything as before, but she felt somewhat uneasy, as if a gaze was watching her all day. Could it be that after she switched to this new cultivation method, she truly possessed the domineering aura described in fantasy novels, making some girl swoon? She couldn't believe such a thing was possible and shook her head, ignoring it completely.

However, life is always unpredictable! Someone wasn't going to ignore him.

As soon as school was over, the usually stern and aloof beauty, Zhang Xiaodan, unexpectedly blocked Zijie's path, looking him up and down. "What's so great about you that such a beauty would be interested in you? Do you have some special talent?" she asked, her eyes full of mischief. Zijie knew immediately that the beauty must be Guan Ying, and his understanding of women deepened. Since she was Guan Ying's friend, there was no need to be polite. "Of course I have a talent. The class monitor seems quite insightful. When can we have a friendly spar?" Zhang Xiaodan never expected the seemingly honest Yang Zijie to be so roguish. She stomped her foot and turned to leave.

Zijie chuckled. Was this ice queen also a virgin? It seemed with some effort, he could win her over. When they were together, their yin and yang would be perfectly matched—a true gem. After daydreaming for a while, remembering he had no classes the next weekend, he headed towards the city.

The university town is really far from the city center; it took over an hour by bus to get there, thankfully there was no traffic. Building the university town so far away is probably intended to keep students away from the hustle and bustle of the city, but what's meant to come will come, no matter how hard you try to stop it. A single internet connection has already brought all sorts of people, good and bad, into the campus.

Yang Zijie has lost interest in the internet, unlike other students who are bored and spend their weekends in their dorms or internet cafes, engrossed in their studies. He's been in this city for almost a month and hasn't yet experienced the local culture—that's definitely not his style. The entertainment industry, especially the nightlife, best reflects the locals' living standards and spirit. Secondly, the food culture also reveals a lot.

Zijie hailed a taxi and headed straight for Qianweiju; after such a long ride, even a tough guy like him needed to eat. Moreover, the second time he practiced the Yang-Extreme Skill, the energy consumed in his body increased exponentially. The muscles in his limbs, which had become swollen from the previous training, gradually shrunk, and some excess fat even subtly decreased, resulting in a noticeable change in his overall demeanor. While his demeanor had improved, without proper nutrition, he feared he would be unable to continue practicing the skill. This was akin to asking a starving ghost to throw away a roast goose leg—something Zijie absolutely could not do.

This city was famous throughout the country for its cuisine, with Qianweiju being one of the best, renowned for its particularly nourishing dishes. At this moment, Zijie was sitting in a private booth at Qianweiju. This restaurant was renowned, and tourists from all over the country, as well as local regulars, had to make reservations in advance to secure a table in the first round of business. Little Flower Hero, however, was lucky. After wandering around the lobby for a while, a manager came over and said that the guests in room number one of the "Heavenly" suites invited him to dine at the same table.

Zijie entered the room and saw a tall, voluptuous girl in a beige dress smiling at him. It was none other than Guan Ying's roommate, Zhao Yanan, whom he had casually pushed down the previous night. It turned out her father was one of the three major shareholders of Qianweiju, meaning this room was guaranteed to be hers every Friday night. The experience of last night was unforgettable; she wanted to invite Zijie over more often, but hesitated to ask her roommate due to her relationship with Guan Ying. As soon as she sat down today, she saw Zijie looking for a seat and naturally invited him in.

However, Zijie had just been with her last night and knew firsthand how slutty and promiscuous this seemingly innocent girl was. Although he was very interested in her large breasts, he hadn't had enough energy to replenish these past few days and was determined not to waste it on this hussy tonight.

While indulging in a hearty meal, he also had to deal with the hussy's advances under the table. Zijie felt somewhat regretful for having been tempted by the reputation of Qianweiju's dish; this meal felt like a waste, almost like selling his body. Moreover, relying solely on regular food wouldn't solve the problem; he needed to find another way, ideally a magic pill—a completely unrealistic fantasy.

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted the two. Zhao Yanan was about to lash out, but she froze, staring at the newcomer. Zijie was also at a loss, unsure whether to put his chopsticks in his mouth or put them down. The newcomer was a slender and graceful young woman of stunning beauty. Even dressed in white, she could not conceal her pure beauty. Her delicate charm was like that of Snow White from a fairy tale, so beautiful that one could not bear to refuse any of her requests! Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of bright, crescent-shaped eyes blinked gently. Below her small nose, her vermilion lips parted slightly. "Ruyan was ordered to deliver a message. I apologize for the inconvenience caused, Young Master Yang." After speaking, she passed through the door and left Qianwei Residence as swiftly as the wind, but a faint green light flashed in her eyes.

Chapter Five. Princess Shanyin

waited until Zijie realized what was happening before chasing after her, but she had vanished without a trace. She then read the letter by the streetlight; it contained only a few sentences, yet each one hit the nail on the head, inviting him to meet her at midnight that night. It was signed: Princess Shanyin. Zijie was immediately startled again. He said to Zhao Yanan, who had followed him out, "I live upstairs from you. Call me if you're interested." He then hailed a taxi and hurried back. The courtesan, having received a promise, was secretly delighted and ignored the mysterious woman.

Although Zijie called himself a "Little Flower Swordsman," he lacked any sense of chivalry; his heart and actions were more like those of a flower thief. A true swordsman, of course, needs some martial arts skills. Yang Zijie had practiced the Thirty-Six Forms of the Midnight Overlord Fist, as recorded in the ancient texts, for five years. In his prime, he could easily split stone tablets. Especially these past few days, he had been practicing the "Burning Yang to Yin Transformation Technique," and his muscles hadn't simply diminished but become more refined. If he were to unleash the Overlord Fist again, he would likely reach a new level. Given that modern society is dominated by firearms, even the strongest cannot defeat an Iron Lotus Seed. Zijie realized he had almost never displayed any skill. He was terrified by the mysterious woman's address of "young hero," and the Little Flower Hero truly didn't know how he had given himself away. The Princess of Shanyin was even stranger; could she be a thousand-year-old ghost?

The other party was mysterious and unpredictable, with sophisticated methods, yet seemed to have no ill intentions. Thinking too much was useless; avoidance was not in Zijie's nature. The only option was to face it head-on. As soon as the Little Flower Hero returned to his apartment, he collapsed to the ground and began circulating the Yang-to-Yin Transformation Technique. Then he got up and reviewed the Midnight Overlord Fist several times. As the saying goes, even last-minute preparation can be effective!

At midnight, the Little Flower Hero, having finally gained some confidence, went out to keep his appointment. Just as I was wondering which direction to go, I heard a faint, melodious tune:

"Rouge lips and powdered face, I remember our meeting, it was the season of spring's sorrow.
Lost in memories and longing, two or three months have already passed.
I've exhausted all my schemes and plots, but the feeling of intimacy is empty.
Teasing and flirting, neither of us finds respite.
I want to leave my beloved behind, but my heart is bound by a thousand knots. My heart
is filled with sickness and sorrow, and I secretly swallow my sobs.
My grief and resentment, my lovesickness, are beyond words.
If only I could ride a dragon, I would find joy in the end."

The sound was extremely soft; if the young heroine's skill were slightly lacking, she would never have heard it. Yet, every word was crystal clear, like a whisper in her ear—pure, erotic music.

The woman singing those erotic songs possessed extraordinary skill, leaving Zijie speechless. He wondered if this lovesick woman was Ruyan or her mistress, and hoped she wouldn't cause him trouble later! The young heroine's heart pounded with anxiety, knowing she hadn't done anything outrageous and certainly hadn't offended anyone unknowingly.

Following the music, she moved forward step by step, ascending the stairs, where she smelled a fragrant breeze as the music ceased. Yang Zijie knew they had arrived. He addressed the iron gate with the tone of the letter, respectfully saying, "Young Yang Zijie greets Your Highness!"

"Hahaha! Rare indeed! Over 1500 years, and someone still remembers me! Not bad, not bad! Even Xiao Qing's rubbish could get you to this level; you truly have extraordinary talent! Ruyan, bring him up."

Wang Zhong thought to himself, "I bet I made the right choice. Damn it, all that internet time during summer vacation wasn't for nothing. If it weren't for that unbelievable, timeless story, how would I remember this Princess Liu Cuiyu of Shanyin?" Ruyan, draped in a thin veil and wearing a floor-length gown, had already opened the door to greet him.

Zijie followed Ruyan through the gate. The room was enormous, seemingly a three- to five-hundred-square-meter space. There were no lights on—not that they weren't on, but they weren't installed at all. Only red candles were lit, like those used in ancient wedding nights, their light flickering in the breeze.

Zijie followed behind Ruyan, who wore a thin veil over her upper body and a long, trailing skirt. The fragrant breeze was quite pleasant, and he could see the beauty's full hips and slender waist so close, vaguely visible, as if she were wearing nothing underneath. He longed to embrace her and ravage her. After only a few steps, a huge rat suddenly darted across their path. Ruyan wasn't afraid, but she slowed her pace slightly, and the trailing skirt was stepped on by the little flower-wielder, causing it to fall off. Ruyan fell straight to the ground, her fragrant buttocks facing the sky. Zijie couldn't stop himself (even if he could, he probably wouldn't have), and the two of them fell to the ground one after the other. He was now facing the beauty's exposed buttocks, her skin so tender it seemed to be dripping with moisture, almost translucent. The little flower-wielder didn't hesitate to lightly kiss her, his hand also reaching down to touch her beautiful legs. Ruyan was instantly struck as if by lightning, her whole body trembling violently. A clear spring slowly flowed from her lower body, and she involuntarily let out a seductive moan. She felt a tingling, indescribable comfort where Yang Shaoxia touched her, and couldn't help but sway her slender waist gently in response to his caresses. One of her soft hands even grasped his large breasts and began to interact with them.

At this moment, Zijie remembered something. His hand was still caressing and kneading her breasts, but he loudly proclaimed, "Your Highness invited me here, yet first sent such a generous gift. What is your purpose? Please show yourself and speak plainly!"

"Very good! As expected of Ximen Qing's successor, your mind is still quite calm. Not bad, not bad." Before the words were finished, a greenish-blue light slowly floated down from the upper floor, solidifying into the shape of a beautiful, ethereal woman upon landing. She was like a celestial being, and then a bone-chilling pressure rushed towards Yang Zijie.

The beauty he had been embracing was gone; now she stood gracefully beside the woman, her clothes intact, without a trace of tear. Zijie clicked his tongue in amazement. It was an illusion! If it weren't for Ruyan's skillful wrestling that allowed her to fall so easily, he might have already been tricked. He wondered what the consequences would be; he couldn't possibly win. A deity like her probably wouldn't make things difficult for him. He'd better take some elixirs so he could experience the thrill of soaring through the air. Hearing the fairy's praise, he felt reassured but also filled with anticipation.

He saw Ruyan gazing at him with spring-like eyes, her face still flushed, suggesting that his previous encounter wasn't just an illusion. Zijie tried desperately to get up, but felt as if a thousand pounds weighed on his body, rendering him immobile. He used all his strength only to resist the chilling pressure.

Still too weak! Princess Shanyin sighed, "Young hero, though you possess excellent qualities, unfortunately, there's nothing of value in Xiaoqing's book for you to learn. Only the last chapter, the 'Burning Yang to Yin Transformation Technique,' was created by me. 'When Yang reaches its extreme, Yin arises; Yin and Yang complement each other.' It should possess some power, but unfortunately, Xiaoqing had already lost his primordial Yang and could not cultivate it. Otherwise, back then…"

Princess Shanyin paused, then continued, "I have waited over nine hundred years, and I truly do not wish to wait any longer. The circumstances of that time were not as recorded in the book. I was first coerced by my elder brother, Emperor Ziye, and then implicated by him, suffering a tragic death. Although I was saved by the Great Immortal Ge Hong, preserving my soul and receiving a wondrous method to cultivate my primordial spirit, which remains in the world, the most tragic thing is that even after my death, I was relentlessly slandered and vilified by later Confucian historians. It was truly unfortunate." The woman's words were filled with sorrow.

The princess then changed the subject, "Since I created the 'Burning Yang to Yin Transformation Technique,' for hundreds of years only you, young hero, have safely cultivated this technique. This is both destiny and our shared fate." Perhaps your foundation is still shallow, your cultivation time is insufficient, and you lack guidance, resulting in a weaker cultivation level. When I created the Yang-to-Yin Transformation Technique, it was too hasty, and there are some flaws in the formula. If you practice it according to it, you will inevitably encounter some problems. This deficiency is not only due to a lack of spiritual energy, but also for other reasons, which I will not elaborate on. There is something that has troubled me for many years, and I need your help. First, settle your worldly affairs, and remember not to deplete your vital energy. I will come to find you in a month, not only to help you resolve your problems, but also to help you reach a higher level. As for that maid, Ruyan, if you are interested, you can have her, but I still have a great use for her, and she still needs to cultivate with me to consolidate her strength. This Qi-Nourishing Pill is made from hundreds of kinds of spiritual herbs and medicinal herbs, which took hundreds of years to collect. Take it first; it will solidify your true energy and be equivalent to sixty years of arduous cultivation. Yang Zijie suddenly felt a sense of relief. Just as he was about to ask a question, a tiny object, shimmering with light, flew towards him and landed squarely in his mouth.

[The End]

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