The Ethereal Domains

A Silly Young Man's Therapy . . .

Throughout his two lives, Cha-Eun Xiao had never even held a girl's hand, and yet here he was, bypassing all the usual steps and touching a girl's belly...

How had things taken such an unexpected turn? The sensation beneath his hand was extraordinarily pleasant. He felt the warmth, the smoothness, the gentle rise and fall of a girl's breathing, and the subtle rhythm of her Jing and Mai...

Cha-Eun Xiao was utterly flustered at this moment. Did this mean that his proposed treatment was essentially like lifting a stone and smashing it against his own foot?

He pressed on, using the blazing heat of the East-rising Purple Qi to draw out the cold qi from Wen-Ren Chu-Chu's body as her own martial arts continued to function.

The East-rising Purple Qi was indeed a martial art of legendary caliber, and it had already begun to take effect. As he continued to channel the qi, he sensed a gathering of cold qi in his palm. Encouraged by this progress, he decided to accelerate the pace of his efforts. His mind was finally clear, allowing him to focus.

Their connection was more profound than mere physical contact; their spirits were intertwined. Wen-Ren Chu-Chu could discern all the changes transpiring within Cha-Eun Xiao. She sat still while warmth flowed into her body, making her increasingly comfortable, as if she were immersed in a soothing hot spring. She was tempted to drift off to sleep.

But she couldn't afford to let her guard down.

She had come to recognize the astonishing effectiveness of Cha-Eun Xiao's martial art. Using her spiritual consciousness, she discovered that the icy streams of cyan cold qi, representing her impending death, were gradually dissolving within her dantian. As the looming specter of death receded from her consciousness, she experienced an overwhelming sense of relief.

It wasn't just the disappearance of the threat of death or the prospect of a clear path for her future cultivation that filled her with joy.

It was the knowledge that this man was working tirelessly to save her, a feeling of "belonging" she had never experienced before—strange yet enjoyable.

She sighed inwardly and withdrew her spiritual consciousness. She turned her head slightly, gazing quietly at the side of Cha-Eun Xiao's face.

"This guy isn't exactly handsome... and he's a bit older... but when he's focused on something, he's rather charming.

And he makes me feel safe, deep down in my heart.

And a few moments ago, when he was flustered and didn't know what to do... he looked so cute...

He must be someone who's experienced everything except matters of love!

Even if he's cunning enough to rule the world, when he's faced with a girl, he's just a naive young man..."

As these thoughts crossed her mind, she felt something soft and warm blossom in her heart.

She looked at Cha-Eun Xiao's motionless face and found herself lost in contemplation.

Originally, if the treatment had indeed succeeded, her plan had been to obtain the Regeneration Jade Lotus to save her master and then dispose of him for the affront he had caused her.

It might have seemed ungrateful, but it was necessary to safeguard her own reputation.

However, now, as she gazed at his face, she realized something profound: "Even if that day comes, I probably couldn't bring myself to do it."

She understood that there was a vast divide between them.

"Although he's an exceptional alchemist, he's an alchemist of the mortal realm, a man of the martial world.

As for me, after resolving my father and master's issues, I'll have to return...

Even if I weren't the heir to a prestigious Qing-Yun Realm sect, I'm still a princess of a kingdom... How could I..."

These thoughts weighed heavily on her, filling her with sadness and prompting a sigh.

If Cha-Eun Xiao had turned around at that moment, he would have noticed the girl wearing an unusual expression. He would have also seen that she was fully clothed. She had only cut a small, circular hole in her clothing to reveal a portion of her belly. However, this was as far as she was willing to go. After all, she was a virgin, and even in such dire circumstances, it wasn't easy for her to expose her skin, even if it meant risking her life.

In summary, if she hadn't been so determined to save her dying master and test the viability of Cha-Eun Xiao's solution, she would never have allowed any man to touch her, even if it meant facing death.

At first, she had been profoundly hesitant.

However, after experiencing the soothing warmth of the Purple Sky Qi and the joy it brought, her hesitance gave way to happiness, which in turn led to a complex mix of fear and confusion.

Time trickled away, moment by moment...

Wen-Ren Chu-Chu possessed keen perception. She could distinctly sense the increasing purity of her energy as the cold qi's impact gradually waned. Simultaneously, she noticed that the man's breath was growing heavier.

Clearly, he was getting tired...

[In this position, with his hand extended behind his back to my belly, he has been diligently channeling his martial arts without pause for quite some time. How could he not be fatigued?]

Reflecting on this, Wen-Ren Chu-Chu subtly adjusted her position to make it more comfortable for Cha-Eun Xiao to continue. A shy smile played on her lips.

[Nerd... Perhaps he thinks I'm an unattractive girl. Humph... If I were to reveal my true face, I guarantee he'd be captivated immediately, nerd!

But... Can I really show him my true self?] 𝒃𝙚𝙙𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝒍.𝒐𝙧𝒈

In the midst of these contemplations, Wen-Ren Chu-Chu experienced a whirlwind of emotions—shyness one moment, perplexity the next, sadness shortly after, followed by helplessness and a dreamlike reverie...

A girl whose life had been devoted to combat training—cultivating since the age of five, commanding troops at seven, and embarking on adventures in the Qing-Yun Realm at thirteen—found herself grappling with emotions she had never encountered before.

Neither she nor Cha-Eun Xiao, whose emotional intelligence was close to zero, were aware that this was a rite of passage for most young girls, something nearly every woman experienced.

Later, after Cha-Eun Xiao confirmed for the third time that all the cold qi within Wen-Ren Chu-Chu's body had been completely eradicated, leaving nothing in her dantian for him to extract, he finally ceased his efforts.

Before he opened his eyes, he heard Wen-Ren Chu-Chu's gentle voice inquire, "Is it finished?"

Since they had been spiritually connected throughout the therapy, he wasn't surprised that she could discern his every movement. However, what truly caught him off guard was the tone of her voice. It was unprecedentedly soft and tender, distinctly different from the earlier tone she had deliberately employed. This gentleness was genuine, emanating from the depths of her heart.

Cha-Eun Xiao nodded and replied, "It's done."

The bed shifted slightly, indicating that Wen-Ren Chu-Chu had already moved away. Cha-Eun Xiao regained his composure before turning around. The warmth still lingered in his hand, leaving a lingering sensation.

He found her standing by the window, adjusting her clothing.

The breeze tousled her cyan robe and her hair, accentuating her tall, slender frame in the soft light of the setting sun.

"This woman is slow at undressing but quick at dressing," Cha-Eun Xiao mused inwardly.

Unbeknownst to the naive man, the girl had never truly undressed; she had merely donned a robe to cover herself completely.

"Brother Feng, I now believe in your capabilities," Wen-Ren Chu-Chu said softly as she gazed out the window. "But I wonder if you'd be willing to accompany me to the Kingdom of Lan-Feng to cure my master?"

"Absolutely not. We made a deal. I helped you with your ailment and demonstrated my abilities. You mustn't encroach on my freedom," Cha-Eun Xiao responded firmly. "However, I am willing to cure your master, but she must come to the Kingdom of Chen."

Wen-Ren Chu-Chu sighed, refraining from pressing the matter.

This surprised Cha-Eun Xiao.

In Cha-Eun Xiao's mind, even though he had assisted her in resolving her predicament, he couldn't help but harbor doubts about whether she would honor her promise to set him free. He had expected some form of negotiation or conditions to be laid out. His resolute tone had been a preemptive move, bracing himself for the inevitable bargaining to come. To his surprise, the girl allowed him to depart without imposing any conditions.

"Just... the Regeneration Ink Lotus... How can I nurture it? Is it truly feasible to transform it into the Regeneration Jade Lotus within a short period?" Wen-Ren Chu-Chu inquired.

Cha-Eun Xiao could scarcely believe his ears. [Is this still the same resolute Wen-Ren Chu-Chu? Her question may be inquisitive, but why does it sound so tender?]

"I've just resolved your issue, haven't I? Isn't that the best evidence of my capabilities?" Cha-Eun Xiao responded without hesitation. "If you can trust me, hand over the lotus. Frankly, in your hands, it would be squandered. An item like that can only be maximized in the possession of someone exceptional like me. Only I can unlock its true potential!"

Wen-Ren Chu-Chu didn't turn around; instead, she nodded slowly.

"In that case, when I return next time, how will I locate you? Should we establish a method of communication?" She inquired in a hushed tone.

"No need to trouble yourself. When you come, you'll undoubtedly find me," Cha-Eun Xiao assured her. "I believe that even if I attempt to hide, you possess the means to track me down."

Wen-Ren Chu-Chu nodded once more.

Indeed, there weren't many individuals worldwide who could elude Wen-Ren Chu-Chu's watchful eye.

As of now, Wen-Ren Chu-Chu could distinctly sense the qi within her body flowing with an unprecedented vigor. She even had a sense that she could ascend to the highest tier in this world—the Tianyuan Grade—whenever she wished.

In fact, she believed she could achieve even more. Perhaps, she required only a third of the time she had initially estimated to attain the pinnacle of the Tianyuan Grandmaster level.

It was something she had long dreamed of. She had gained a significant advantage and moved closer to her aspirations, yet she couldn't shake an inexplicable sense of melancholy...