Is this right?
Of course not!
There is no such thing as a love poison in this world; it's merely that someone's consciousness has been dominated by distracting thoughts, with the word 'desire' gaining the upper hand.
This is all thanks to the slaps Yun Ming delivered.
They backfired... So, what goes around comes around.
Bai Xian no longer concealed her aura, nor did she suppress the changes in her Sea of Consciousness or even her body. A strange glow emanated from her.
It was somewhat like an Aether distortion within the Void.
Yet, it was distinctly different. After a series of flashes, Little Martial Uncle transformed into Great Martial Uncle, her clothes naturally tearing apart.
She was clad in a light gauze formed from condensed Aether, preventing her skin from being exposed to the air. Her delicate figure was indistinctly visible, her thighs rounded and full.
No longer the slender and tender form of a young girl or loli.
Very white.
In every sense—east, west, south, north, center... Thousands of dark hairs swayed without wind, flowing with a captivating radiance. Pure Aether almost solidified and shimmered.
But none of this was the main point.
Like a goddess descending, her almond-shaped eyes, in addition to desire, became even colder... like a deity ruling the world!
The Aether between heaven and earth surged wildly and condensed. Even the sky above changed, as if an overwhelming blizzard, capable of freezing a thousand li, was about to arrive.
Yet, all of this vanished with a wave of her hand.
"Yun Ming."
A hint of complexity flashed across her expression as she murmured.
"I'm sorry, Martial Uncle, I'll just have a little, just a tiny bit..."
"I can't hold back anymore."
As her words fell.
She embraced the young man, her teeth sinking into his blood vessels.
Yun Ming realized something, but he didn't stop her. Just as she had allowed him to vent earlier, he gently embraced the back of her head, making her more comfortable.
His blood was saturated with pure spiritual energy.
Like a rare treasure, it exuded an enticing fragrance, which was simply a deadly poison for Bai Xian.
She wanted to devour Yun Ming.
In the literal sense, devour him!
Just as the three little ones craved their master's spiritual energy, she needed this spiritual energy even more to suppress her Sea of Consciousness; it was a need etched deep within her body.
Bai Xian couldn't remember how long it had been since she had felt such intense sensations and desires. No, in this lifetime... she had never felt them before.
Yun'er, let Martial Uncle devour you, okay? Be good~
The Qing Ming Sword flew up from nowhere and carved two elegant, flowing characters outside the shop door: 'No Entry!'
A barrier also rose as these two characters were carved.
Only disciples of Yun Kui above the Second Realm could enter, meaning only two people from outside could come in: Ye Qingxuan and Xuan Mingzi.
Inside the room, the Aether concentration continued to soar. If the space hadn't been restricted, a singularity would inevitably form here, leading to the birth of a Void.
The perfect woman, like a deity, now resembled a beautiful serpent, coiling around the young man, greedily sucking his blood.
Her actions were even somewhat immodest, one hand caressing Yun Ming's face, the other resting below his waist.
At a certain moment, she paused, regaining some semblance of reason.
"Take off your clothes."
It was a command. Before the young man could act, his clothes turned to dust and dissipated into the air. Icy fingertips touched his Dantian.
From bottom to top, she began to carve strange array symbols, using blood as a medium and the body as a vessel for spiritual energy.
Bai Xian had not deceived Yun Ming.
She had improved the dual cultivation method, even allowing her, someone who could no longer receive the favor of spiritual energy... to absorb it through this method.
Aether formed a vortex, gathering at the top of his head.
Impurities were removed, refining the purest Aether energy, which continuously poured into Yun Ming's physical body. According to the breathing technique, it intertwined with and honed his cells.
Then, using the power of Aether, other energies from heaven and earth were filtered out. Yun Ming, being a spirit vein body, naturally absorbed spiritual energy like an Initiation (initiation ritual) through the vortex, compressing and refining it.
Aether truly became as Yun Ming had imagined. After countless times of adapting to and refining it with spiritual energy and his physical body, its corrosiveness became weaker and weaker.
But it did not transform into spiritual energy.
Ultimately, it seemed to become an ownerless substance, losing its color, utterly pure. And the spiritual energy used to hone the Aether also transformed into the same substance.
'Source'—this name naturally popped out.
It was neither restricted by heaven and earth nor harmed by Aether. It was as if the two had fought to the death, and Yun Ming had ultimately picked up a bargain.
Source could also be used to refine spiritual energy and Aether, restoring them to their essence, and finally making them available to the cultivator, carrying the cultivator's will without being restricted by other things.
Yun Ming was overjoyed.
This was the true path for cultivators—
A single wisp of Source Qi is born, and all things share the same root!
I am the world.
Refine, refine, refine!
Spiritual energy and Aether continuously circulated around the two, nourishing the Source, causing it to grow and strengthen.
Yun Ming's originally pale face, due to excessive blood loss, regained its rosy complexion. Unfortunately, merely accumulating spiritual energy or Source could not ultimately lead to a breakthrough to Condensation.
The essence of Condensation is 'intent'.
The Natal Manifestation requires one's own intent to disturb the rules of heaven and earth, and the solidification of energy into substance is merely the most basic requirement.
However, it was enough to deal with the recent disaster predicted by divination.
Great Bai Xian sighed, rubbed her chest, and then quietly gazed at the young man, who was completely immersed in cultivation. Such a rare and good opportunity... Idiot Yun Ming was actually cultivating. It's not like he couldn't cultivate later, and this method has already succeeded, so why the rush?
An insensitive idiot.
If you don't move, I will.
And Yun Ming had already lost his perception of the outside world, immersed in the cultivation of his internal techniques. Martial Uncle didn't just suck blood... she also took his vital essence.
He was very weak now and needed to recover quickly.
However, this also made Yun Ming suddenly realize why he had gained spiritual energy when using the Qing Ming Sword to treat Aether erosion back then.
That wasn't Aether transforming; it was him absorbing others' vital essence! In a novel, that's purely the path of an evil cultivator.