Eternal Saber-Chapter 245 - 30: Each Finds Their Joy

The next day.

Chen Tang entered the palace and offered some basic guidance on Yuan Taiping’s martial arts.

Yuan Taiping wasn’t very interested in martial arts, complaining that it was too hard, and just went through the motions.

Chen Tang was about to leave, unwilling to invest much effort in him.

The path of martial arts requires a mentor, but more importantly, diligent self-cultivation.

Without a resolute spirit for constant and courageous improvement, even the most gifted individuals will find it difficult to achieve success by working sporadically.

Chen Tang reached this stage in less than a year of training. Although he benefited from the meticulous guidance of Emperor Wu and the fat old man, and encountered some fortuitous events, his own effort and cultivation were equally crucial.

The ability to persist in cultivation is in itself a gift.

Chen Tang departed.

Watching Chen Tang’s retreating figure, Yuan Taiping curled his lip indifferently.

He was the current Crown Prince; a mere wave of his hand could command the experts in the Imperial Palace to risk their lives for him.

Why should he endure such hardship himself?

With Chen Tang not overseeing his training, he was relieved.

...

Chen Tang wound his way to Fengyang Pavilion.

A palace maid who recognized him didn’t bar his way, merely announcing that the Eldest Princess was on the second floor.

Ascending, Chen Tang found Yuan Qingmu alone, sitting by the window.

Qingmu wore a plain white dress with a corset, draped in gauzy silk as delicate as cicada wings. Her profile was flawless, and under her slender jade neck, her alabaster skin appeared both exposed and hidden.

Chen Tang felt his heart skip a beat.

"You’ve come."

Qingmu turned her head and smiled warmly at Chen Tang, as if she had been waiting for some time.

Chen Tang nodded.

Qingmu laughed, "Come keep me company and chat for a while."

"Alright."

Chen Tang moved forward and sat beside Qingmu.

Up close, he caught a faint, unique fragrance from Qingmu.

"I’ve been so busy with trivial Court affairs recently that I haven’t heard you talk about your adventures in Jianghu."

Qingmu spoke, "Tell me how you met the girl Lu Qing and the Jade Flute Fairy."

Chen Tang remained silent.

"Go on, I won’t get upset."

Qingmu gazed at Chen Tang, her eyes brimming with tenderness, and said softly, "You’re leaving soon; I want to hear it."

Chen Tang took a deep breath and recounted everything he’d experienced since leaving Pingzhou to Qingmu.

When he mentioned Lu Qing and the Jade Flute Fairy, Qingmu occasionally interrupted to inquire about details.

Soon, Chen Tang finished his story.

"Want to hear about my experiences with my master over the years?" Qingmu asked.

"Sure."

Chen Tang nodded.

From then on, he became a listener.

He listened as Qingmu recounted how the fat old man rescued the two siblings from the Capital City and all they experienced along the way.

To the point where the fat old man brought her back to Celestial Mountain.

According to Qingmu, in the west of Liangzhou, there was an exceedingly vast territory named Wusun Country, where Celestial Mountain was located.

The fat old man was also a native of Wusun Country.

Over ten years of experiences hadn’t been fully recounted when darkness fell.

Qingmu asked the palace maids to prepare some food and wine, and after they brought it, she dismissed the maids and attendants of Fengyang Pavilion.

The two drank and talked as the night deepened.

Qingmu had a low tolerance for alcohol, and by this time, she was already somewhat intoxicated.

In the dim candlelight, her face was flushed, her lips vibrant, her expressions joyous, and her eyes on Chen Tang seemed to glisten with allure.

For Chen Tang, that bit of wine was hardly anything.

Yet, people often become drunk more from the atmosphere than the wine itself.

In such a mood, Chen Tang also felt somewhat restless, his body growing warmer.

Chen Tang dared not look into Qingmu’s eyes, and his gaze fell instinctively.

What he saw was even more alarming.

Qingmu wore a golden sash around her waist, which was slim and delicate, seemingly breakable.

At some point, Qingmu had slipped off her shoes and socks, her jade-like feet exposed, her tender toes surprisingly seductive, making Chen Tang’s heart flutter.

"Stay and sleep here tonight."

Before he realized it, Qingmu had already leaned into Chen Tang, resting on his shoulder, her breath fragrant.

"You’re drunk."

Chen Tang swallowed, trying to steady his emotions, and spoke softly.

A faint smile appeared at the corners of Qingmu’s lips, her eyes seductive, as she pointed to the large bed not far away, saying, "Help me over there."

Following her words, Chen Tang assisted Qingmu towards the bed, feeling only softness in his grip.

Chen Tang’s heart was pounding wildly, each beat faster than the last.

At the bedside, Chen Tang had just lifted Qingmu and laid her gently on the bed.

Qingmu’s jade arm reached out, gently encircling Chen Tang’s neck, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on him, speaking softly, "Stay and sleep here tonight."

"I..."

Hesitation flickered in Chen Tang’s eyes.

He was at an age full of vigor, not a saint impervious to temptation, but Qingmu was drunk; if he stayed, he’d be taking advantage of her vulnerability.

Unexpectedly, as Chen Tang was about to speak, Qingmu’s jade arm exerted a slight force, pulling him closer, and she said, "I’m willing."

Before her words faded, Qingmu kissed him.

Lips touched, tongues intertwined.

With a boom in his mind, Chen Tang could no longer hold back, diving straight in.

The bed curtain slowly descended, a few pieces of clothing flying out from inside.

Everything flowed naturally.

Amidst the dim lighting, two silhouettes could vaguely be seen intertwined, inseparable.

Qingmu knew that Chen Tang’s impending departure meant that whether they’d meet again remained uncertain.

Tonight, she was willing to give everything to Chen Tang.

Qingmu didn’t want any regrets.

During their entanglement, scenes from the "Great Joy of Heaven and Earth" flitted through Qingmu’s mind.

She knew what this meant.

According to the cultivation technique, once her Primordial Yin was lost, all her power would transfer to the man’s body.

She would lose all her power!

Yet Qingmu did not hesitate.

Just as Qingmu shifted her posture and began channeling energy, Chen Tang seemed to sense something.

In his mind, the Joyful Form from "Arhat Demon-Subduing Technique" suddenly emerged.

Instinctively, Chen Tang performed the Joyful Form, perfectly aligning with Qingmu’s "Great Joy of Heaven and Earth."

This was a serendipitous mistake.

If only Qingmu cultivated this technique, she would essentially become a furnace.

No matter whom she united with in the future, it would do her more harm than good.

But Chen Tang had also practiced this type of technique, and under mutual reflection, it created an environment of celestial harmony and the unity of Yin and Yang!

Their Yin and Yang complemented each other, blending hardness and softness.

Thus achieving the true essence of the "Great Joy of Heaven and Earth."

In their moments of passion, they both climbed to the peak of ecstasy, each experiencing joy.

Not only did Qingmu retain her power, but it also helped her break through to the Fifth Grade, as a pure, concentrated True Qi surged into her Dantian through their Yin-Yang union!

Chen Tang, too, during this process, underwent a profound blood purification, achieving Blood Transformation Perfection, cultivating to the Sixth Grade Extreme Realm!

...

No one knows how much time passed.

As the fervor subsided, all that remained within the drapes was the faint sound of their breathing.