As Tang Yuehua approached, Gu Yi caught her familiar scent and looked up to see her standing just a step away. Temporarily setting aside his thoughts, he raised his hand and pulled Tang Yuehua towards him.
"Ah!"
Feeling a force pulling her towards Gu Yi, Tang Yuehua instinctively let out a small cry before falling into his embrace.
"Why are you dressed so provocatively today?" Gu Yi held the increasingly tender Tang Yuehua, noting her skin's softness and the fullness of her pink, inviting lips. Her eyes, filled with a blend of shyness and desire, were especially captivating.
"Even dressed like this, someone still wouldn't look at me," Tang Yuehua pouted adorably, her expression a mix of allure and cuteness.
"Little temptress, I was just worried you wouldn't be able to speak tomorrow," Gu Yi teased, hugging the beauty in his arms. Though he had been comfortable these past few days, Tang Yuehua had suffered. She often joked that her throat felt like it was on fire, and without the protection and healing power of her spirit, her voice would have been hoarse by now.
"It's all your fault," Tang Yuehua shyly tapped Gu Yi's chest, but her gentle force was barely more than a kitten's, more akin to a massage.
"Alright, let's rest tonight. I have some things to think about," Gu Yi said, setting her down gently. He didn't want to overdo it with her, considering her physical limitations. Moreover, Tang Yuehua was still somewhat reserved.
Tang Yuehua hadn't expected Gu Yi to let her go. Seeing him deep in thought, she realized he indeed had something important on his mind.
Without further interruption, she picked up her harp and began playing within her aristocratic domain. This was the only way she felt she could help Gu Yi.
Listening to the harp's melody, Gu Yi's furrowed brow relaxed, and his thoughts began to flow more freely. Mental energy, he realized, wasn't as intangible as it seemed—it had a tangible presence, much like the melody Tang Yuehua played, infused with spiritual power.
The answer lay within this realization. With this idea, Gu Yi's mental cultivation method started to take shape: a technique to resonate with the world's energy through one's spiritual power, treating the sea of consciousness like a starry sea, and drawing in cosmic energy to enhance spiritual power. Had it not been for his refined control over his mental energy over the years and the influence of Tang Yuehua's domain, where she emitted spiritual waves through her music, he might never have conceived this method.
Looking up abruptly, he saw Tang Yuehua, who was playing the harp nearby, and realized she was his true fortune.
He quickly stepped forward and embraced her.
"You're amazing, truly amazing," he exclaimed.
Tang Yuehua, a bit puzzled by Gu Yi's sudden excitement, wondered what had happened.
"You are my lucky star," Gu Yi declared, holding her face and kissing her deeply. Gu Yi, however, restrained himself, knowing that if they continued, Tang Yuehua would be too hoarse to teach the next day.
Tang Yuehua, understanding Gu Yi's intentions, felt her love for him deepen. She whispered in his ear.
Seeing Tang Yuehua's flushed earlobes, Gu Yi was delighted. Her initiative surprised him, understanding now why she dressed so seductively today.
But Tang Yuehua's experience was still limited. Merely wearing a revealing nightgown and stockings was not enough. From the shoe cabinet, Gu Yi took out a pair of high heels. Only with these three items together was the ensemble complete.
Tang Yuehua, puzzled as to why she needed to wear shoes at this moment but complied. The heels enhanced her already perfect figure.
Gu Yi, unable to resist, engaged with her fervently, knowing they had reached the peak of their passion.
"Don't, this is... my last... piece."
"Don't worry, tomorrow... I'll buy more for you."
...
After an intense session, Gu Yi awoke to a room in disarray, acknowledging the expense of such indulgences. The complete ensemble had cost a significant amount, but his interests outweighed the financial cost. Interests, after all, are far more valuable than money and are essential to the continuity of human society.
Tang Yuehua finally understood that she alone could never withstand Gu Yi's fervor, especially after equipping the full ensemble, which led to an overwhelming experience.
"Rest well. When I return tonight, I will teach you a cultivation method," Gu Yi said as he departed. Despite the allure of his intimate life, he couldn't indulge endlessly, as it was neither sustainable nor healthy.
...
Meanwhile, at Tianwen Academy, in the second-year classroom, all eyes were on Wang Yanran, who had just entered.
"Did Gu Yi really accept you as his disciple?" Dugu Yan asked curiously.
Everyone else looked at her with equal curiosity.
It was Wang Yanran's first time being so closely scrutinized by so many people, making her shyly lower her head. But when she spoke of Gu Yi, she lifted her head proudly, "Yes, I am the teacher's disciple."
"If Brother Yi chose you, your martial spirit must be impressive," Ning Rongrong speculated, curious about Wang Yanran's abilities, knowing how formidable Gu Yi was.
"My martial spirit is my eyes. Teacher says it's very powerful," Wang Yanran explained, revealing her martial spirit.
Her starry blue eyes captivated everyone. Such beautiful eyes, and a body martial spirit like Brother Yi's—what could its abilities be?
Everyone was naturally curious about Wang Yanran's martial spirit, as it was one of only two known body martial spirits.
"Class is starting, what are you all doing?" Gu Yi's voice reached them. Everyone quickly took their seats, with Wang Yanran sitting next to Zhu Zhuqing.
"Wang Yanran is my disciple, as you might know. She will be training with you all from now on," Gu Yi announced.
(End Of Chapter)