Good harvest? Might as well call it a gold mine.
'He doesn't even realize how much he helped me,' Tianshi began to think about her gain from Noire's enlightenment. And she was only a bystander, just what kind of harvest did he get?!
For herself, she not only broke through from the sixth to the eighth stage of Twilight within four months! But she could feel that her regressed aptitude is revitalizing, though mildly.
Her body was visibly trembling from excitement, she was oblivious to the fact her body was drenched in a cold sweat, also known as bloodline impurities.
She clenched her fists onto her knees and regardless of her lotus position, she lowered her head in gratitude and wholeheartedly said.
"Thank you," she thanked Noire sincerely, she even felt bitter for calling him a rascal over and over, she now saw Noire in a new light.
Of course, Noire is aware of why she thanked him.
He deliberately brought her into his interwoven dimension of enlightenment.
When his aura assimilated into the ambient forces, he could perceive the chaotic nature of her mixed bloodlines. He wasn't surprised, that was a natural side effect when a beast conceives a child from a human.
Noire could leave her alone to rot her vitality, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like her persona.
Perhaps because of her limited lifespan, instead of cowering in a corner to die, she chose to live with her chin held high.
That's something Noire is willing to respect.
Anyway, he decided to play the oblivious rascal for the sake of teasing her, so he began to wave his hands abruptly with a helpless smile.
"What are you talking about? You realized an opportunity and didn't hesitate at all, you can only credit yourself for that."
Tianshi shook her head like a rattle, she wasn't an idiot. She felt his spiritual energy envelope the room, he must have examined her body when he examined the room.
Still, if he doesn't want to admit it, she won't chase the matter. She thanked him again in her heart and looked up at him, directly in the eyes.
"Can you help me integrate my bloodline into a fusion, Noire!"
Her tone wasn't arrogant nor demanding, but rather serene, Noire almost choked at the personality change.
After thinking for a while, he nodded.
"Okay, I'll help you."
"..."
"Why are you looking at me like that? Should I say no?"
"N-no, just... Did you agree like that? Don't you want anything in return?" Tianshi suddenly felt uneasy, it was like she's asking for an inch yet reaching a yard. She can't believe he'd do something like that for free.
"Hm," Noire looked at her for a moment before smiling warmly, he then reached to place his right index over her plump lip that was yet drenched in sweat.
"How about your silence? I'll help you, and you'll keep everything that transpired in this room a secret."
Tianshi's cheeks suddenly brightened, she pulled her lips back from his touch and looked away in embarrassment. She doesn't know why her chest is suddenly feeling heavier than usual.
After a light cough, she nodded...
"Okay, deal. Also, stop being a shameless rascal!"
Noire could only shrug his shoulders, 'shameless rascal... As if one woman calling me that wasn't enough.' Noire thought with a wry smile.
After clearing his mind, Noire requested Tianshi to sit in a lotus position in front of him.
He then closed his eyes and held out his right palm to hover above Tianshi's heart.
She never gave consent to a man to place his hand that close to her cleavage, she could only close her eyes and curse her train of thoughts, especially because for some reason she liked what she's feeling!
If Noire was aware of Tianshi's mind going wild with vulgar thoughts, he'd cough up a few mouthfuls of blood.
Then, Noire began to recite an ancient script in his mother's tongue; Draconic Script.
The language felt alien to Tianshi, but it somehow had a soothing sensation that calmed her body and mind.
Her bloodline began to boil and purify, especially the heart region... Now she realized why Noire chose that spot!
Because the blood would recycle through the heart!
Damn!
Now she feels like she is losing her rationale.
Opening her right eyelid slightly to peek at him, he was handsome and serene.
She doesn't know what he's reciting, but it's hypnotizing anyway.
Suddenly, Noire's palm began to emit a silver hue that morphed into a complex diagram.
"I'm going to touch your chest," Noire said, startling Tianshi, but she nodded and said yes nonetheless.
Getting the affirmative, Noire pressed his palm against her cleavage, the diagram instantly compressed and melted into her heart before integrating into her bloodstream.
Tianshi's body heat began to rise, her blood vessels began to swell and expand before deflating, her breathing turned rapid and beyond control.
Still, she attempted to maintain a rational mind, calming her breath, channeling Qi essence through her meridians in sync with the flooding blood.
An hour...
Six hours...
Eight hours later and the turmoil subsided, Tianshi could feel an inexplicable joy washing her heart.
Her bloodlines have successfully integrated and are no longer hostile towards one another!
She looked at Noire in the eyes. Deep, bottomless, enticing eyes.
Before he could utter a word, Tianshi launched herself at him like a wild beast in heat.
She wanted to discharge all this gratitude and those foreign feelings that invaded her heart in the recent four months.
She doesn't know why, but her instinct is telling her this is the way.
Her bloodline aggression is the reason her family tossed her in this pit hole of a sect.
All her siblings are top elites who will eventually travel to the central continent along with prodigies from the remaining peripheral four continents.
She was counting the days till her 100th birthday. Her last birthday.
Then a shameless rascal appeared out of nowhere.
When she first met his ethereal gaze that night, she felt dread and fear, which somewhat excited her.
Stuck in this city where danger doesn't exist, she had no choice of dying an epic death, she could only wait for her death date that was set in stone.
Then he appeared, she planned to help him grow enough to establish a deathmatch, she knew he didn't care about background, otherwise, he wouldn't openly oppose Feng's pride propaganda.
Yet who knew, who knew he would free her from her helpless misery in the most unpredictable way.
She feasted on his lips, pressed her body onto his own as if she tried to melt into his arms.
Kissing him vigorously as tears began to stem from her misty eyes.
She muttered.
"Thank you..."