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Chapter 18 - Shall We Share?

Chapter Eighteen: Shall We Share?

Before acquiring the Enhanced Physique attribute, Lin Yuan’s Pure Yang energy had been unremarkable. Now, its potency was extraordinary, a veritable deluge that left him unaffected even after such lavish expenditure. Its efficacy remained undiminished, a testament to his newfound prowess. This is my revenge on Gu Qinghuan, he thought, relishing the irony. In her eyes, his Pure Yang energy was a priceless treasure, yet here he was, bestowing it freely upon another. She’d be livid if she saw this.

“Pity I can’t witness her reaction,” Lin Yuan murmured, a mix of triumph and regret swirling within. He savoured the opportunity to strike back but longed to see Gu Qinghuan’s fury firsthand. Meanwhile, Yun Qinyue rose cautiously, clutching her abdomen, her body tensed to preserve the precious Pure Yang energy within. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she shot Lin Yuan a reproachful glance. “Martial Nephew, I should go…” she whispered. “If Senior Sister sees me like this, hoarding all this…”

Before she could finish, a white-robed figure swept into the glazed palace. “Senior… Senior Sister…” Yun Qinyue’s voice faltered, mortification washing over her. Caught gossiping, she now faced the very person she’d mentioned. This is his fault, she thought, blaming Lin Yuan. I was so focused on retaining the Pure Yang energy that I didn’t notice her approach. Her panicked gaze darted to Gu Qinghuan, whose veiled face was unreadable, though her eyes glinted like frost.

“Senior Sister…” Yun Qinyue stepped back, desperate to flee the awkwardness. Gu Qinghuan’s gaze flicked between her and Lin Yuan, settling on Yun Qinyue’s slightly swollen abdomen. A storm of emotions—anger, jealousy—flashed in her eyes. Yun Qinyue, sensing the weight of her stare, flushed deeper, her head bowing. “Senior Sister… I…” she stammered.

Gu Qinghuan forced a smile, her voice low and strained. “Congratulations on reaching Nascent Soul, Junior Sister.” Yun Qinyue’s unease grew, but she pressed on. “Senior Sister, it’s thanks to Martial Nephew’s aid that I broke through. I… I don’t know how to repay him…” Gu Qinghuan’s eyes shifted to Lin Yuan, a complex mix of emotions within. “My dutiful disciple, ever so generous,” she said, her tone icy.

Lin Yuan met her gaze, a faint, teasing smile playing on his lips. “Master, aiding Martial Aunt is merely my duty,” he replied, his words laced with provocation. Gu Qinghuan’s heart stung—she knew he was taunting her, yet she could muster no retort. Yun Qinyue, caught in the charged atmosphere, grew more flustered. After a moment’s hesitation, her face reddened as she blurted something even Lin Yuan hadn’t anticipated: “Senior Sister, if you don’t mind… we could… share it equally…”

Gu Qinghuan’s eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t expected such a proposal. Her gaze darted between Yun Qinyue and Lin Yuan, lingering on Yun Qinyue’s swollen abdomen, a flicker of temptation stirring within. At the cusp of Nascent Soul Late Stage, she was tantalisingly close to its peak. Such an abundance of Pure Yang energy could propel her to Spirit Transformation. But… to stoop to this? Her pride warred with her ambition.

After a moment’s struggle, her craving for power overcame her dignity. Her eyes lingered on Yun Qinyue’s abdomen, and she nodded slowly, her voice barely audible with shame. “Very well…” Yun Qinyue’s blush spread to her ears—she’d spoken impulsively, never expecting her poised Senior Sister to agree to such an audacious act. Now, the embarrassment was hers.

Lin Yuan’s eyes blazed with excitement, his grin stretching wide. His pulse quickened as he imagined the unfolding scene—two peerless beauties, one aloof and proud, the other shy and delicate, entangled before him. Double the delight! he thought, barely containing himself. This could be the spectacle of the year. He licked his lips, fingers tapping the edge of the ten-thousand-year jade bed. “Martial Aunt, since Master agrees, let’s not dawdle,” he said, his tone teasing and eager. “This jade bed is ideal—it enhances Pure Yang absorption and… makes things more… pleasant.”

Yun Qinyue and Gu Qinghuan flushed scarlet at his words, their faces like ripened fruit. Yun Qinyue clutched her robes, her voice a shy murmur tinged with exasperation. “Martial Nephew… don’t speak nonsense…” Gu Qinghuan bit her lip, a flash of indignation in her eyes, but Lin Yuan’s eager gaze and her own hunger for power offered a convenient excuse. “Junior Sister, since… Little Yuan wishes to observe…” Her voice quavered with shame and resignation. “We… shall indulge him.”

Her words, barely a whisper, betrayed her burning ears, revealing her inner turmoil despite her attempt at composure.