Inside the Spirit World Pearl – Crystal Palace.
"Husband…"
Seeing Lan An descend, Hai Wu Ching and Hai Ling Long swam over eagerly. Beside them was Kun Mingyue—innocent and adorable in her mature beauty's body.
"Husband, shall we poke-poke today? Heehee~" Kun Mingyue beamed at him, eyes sparkling.
Lan An's face turned strange. Since when does she call me husband?
"We taught her!" Hai Wu Ching understood his thoughts and smiled.
"This time, I need your help to make everything smooth as possible," Lan An said seriously to Ling Long and Wu Ching, taking Kun Mingyue's hand and entering the Crystal Palace.
"Mm, we'll give our all!" Hai Ling Long nodded resolutely.
The moment they reached the pearl bed, Kun Mingyue eagerly stripped off her leather top, revealing her mature, snow-white body in a blue bikini.
"Husband, hurry and teach me!" she urged.
"Be good. This can't be rushed. You must listen to me," Lan An sat down, gently stroking her sky-blue hair. He didn't know if, after recovery, she'd still call him "husband" or revert to the aloof Late Seventh-Order powerhouse. Either way, she wasn't escaping him in this life.
"Mm, I'll listen!" Kun Mingyue pretended to sit still on the pearl bed, but her eyes still darted around mischievously.
Lan An sighed. Kun Mingyue wasn't physically or soul-damaged—her mind was affected by a flawed cultivation art.
To heal her, he needed to know the art, perfect it, then re-teach it to her.
Simple in theory. But it required Kun Mingyue to fully relax, empty her mind, and let him probe her memories. In her current hyper-excited state? Nearly impossible.
"Mingyue, do you want to grow up?" Lan An asked gently.
"Of course! I don't like being a kid. I need to grow up, bear husband's babies, heehee!" Kun Mingyue grinned.
Lan An's heart warmed. He kissed her cheek softly. "To be my wife, you must be obedient. Do whatever husband says later, understand?"
Kun Mingyue nodded seriously.
"Let's pinky promise. If you're not good, husband will abandon you! The sisters won't play with you either." Lan An held out his pinky.
"Mingyue will be good!" Her eyes welled up, pitiful and sparkling. She hooked her pinky with his.
Lan An's heart melted. If possible, he'd let her stay this innocent forever. But an unstable mind meant no cultivation, no progress—a future lost.
Late Seventh-Order had long life, but not eternal. Watching the woman he loved age and turn to dust? Unbearable.
"Try relaxing your whole body. No random thoughts, okay?" Lan An coaxed.
Relaxing and clearing the mind was easy for any cultivator. For childlike Kun Mingyue? Extremely hard.
"What does 'no random thoughts' mean?" Kun Mingyue blinked.
Lan An thought. "Imagine you're sleeping deeply—really deeply."
Kun Mingyue nodded obediently, body relaxing, breathing steady, beautiful eyes closing…
Lan An smiled—three seconds later, her eyes snapped open. She shook her head like a rattle.
"No good! So many fun things running around in my head. Little Yue can't sleep!"
Ling Long and Wu Ching grew worried. They had already taken out the Seven Mystical Zither, ready to support with dual cultivation music to boost Lan An's comprehension and repair speed. But Kun Mingyue's state was bad.
"You need to caress her, make her drowsy, even exhaust her until she can't stay awake. Only then will she sleep deeply," Meng Ying instructed, slightly embarrassed by her own words.
But saving a life left no room for modesty.
Lan An took a deep breath. White Feather Robe fell. His powerful body appeared. He gently embraced Kun Mingyue's slim waist.
She wrapped her slender arms around him. The two tumbled onto the pearl bed.
Wu Ching and Ling Long inhaled deeply. Graceful fingers danced on the strings. A sweet, soothing melody filled the air.
"Be good. Let me love you." Kun Mingyue squirmed in his chest. Lan An's tongue lightly licked her ear, making her giggle ticklishly.
Seeing her ripe cherry lips, Lan An finally claimed them.
Kun Mingyue's eyes widened. A strange tingling at the corner of her mouth. She stuck out her sweet, wet tongue to lick his—only for Lan An to capture it. His tongue coiled tightly around hers.
Ten days passed in a flash…
Kun Mingyue's limbs were limp, body soft as cotton, unable even to lift a finger…
Her beautiful eyes half-closed. She couldn't even speak. At this moment, even if she wanted to be naughty, she had no strength left.
"Connection possible," Meng Ying said calmly.
Lan An turned serious. While Kun Mingyue was still dazed, a strand of Soul Force entered her body through their joined point, swiftly reaching her Soul.
Inside Kun Mingyue's subconscious.
Lan An silently entered. Under Wu Ching and Ling Long's music, his senses sharpened. His entire mind merged into hers.
"Is that husband? What are you doing here?"
A clear voice echoed—Kun Mingyue had sensed his soul strand.
"Be good and let husband in. You must listen! We pinky promised…" Lan An's soul replied as gently as possible. If she resisted or attacked his soul now, he'd be gravely injured.
"Mm." Still exhausted from ten days of "poking," Kun Mingyue didn't care what he did. Her soul unconsciously relaxed, allowing entry.
Lan An rejoiced. Meng Ying was reliable.
Fully merging into Mingyue's soul…
A pink world—comforting and full of joy. It symbolized her current childlike nature.
Within this pink realm, happy memories streaked like shooting stars: Lan An, the women, entering the Spirit World Pearl—her happiest times.
Past the pink world lay a gray, desolate zone. Here, Lan An felt crushing loneliness—centuries swimming alone in the ocean, only the two mermaids' songs for company.
His heart clenched. Love for her burned hotter. He vowed never to let his Little Yue feel lonely again.
Pushing forward, he soon passed the gray zone.
At its deepest edge stood a tightly sealed black stone door. Occasionally, vague memory fragments leaked out.
Approaching the door, Lan An's soul murmured:
"Here we are…"
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