Chapter 87: Yang Energy
The sudden voice that filled the stone hall shattered the tense silence between them. Lin Langtian slowly opened his eyes, momentarily stunned as he absorbed the meaning of the words. Gradually, the power from Spirit Aunt also faded away.
"Such shamelessness!"
The term "Yin-Yang energy" here didn't refer to the cosmic balance of heaven and earth, but rather the energies of male and female—male Yang and female Yin. While it might be glamorized as "Yin-Yang energy," in less polite terms, it was simply dual cultivation. For those who used this method to strengthen themselves, it sounded elegant to be called a "Master of Delight" but degrading as a term for someone practicing immoral arts—or, worse, a "scoundrel."
So, when Lin Qingzhu realized that the tomb's owner had reached the Nirvana stage using such methods, her face turned crimson with both shame and anger. In the depths of her clear eyes, a trace of embarrassment glinted.
"Yin-Yang energy… could it mean…"
Pondering this, Lin Langtian scanned the area and, seeing no ethereal apparition, suddenly fixed his gaze on Lin Qingzhu. Could it be…
As these thoughts crossed his mind, the green lotus surrounding Lin Qingzhu suddenly pulsed with a wild energy fluctuation emanating from within her body.
"Of course!"
Seeing this, Lin Langtian's heart skipped a beat.
Within the green lotus, Lin Qingzhu's skin—exposed where her clothing didn't cover—took on a faint, flushed glow. A powerful surge of pure Yin energy began pouring out from her body, rippling outward from the lotus aura around her in powerful waves.
Lin Qingzhu soon noticed something amiss and tried to suppress this surge of Yin energy, but the Nirvana Heart represented a lifetime's cultivation of a Nirvana-stage powerhouse. Despite Lin Qingzhu's remarkable talent, she was not yet at the Nirvana level.
Within moments, she was enveloped in an aura of intense, pure Yin energy. If she could not neutralize this energy soon, it would accumulate within her, potentially transforming into Pure Yin Fire, which would then consume her from the inside out.
Seeing her struggle, Lin Langtian narrowed his eyes. Pure Yin Fire could be troublesome to deal with—or relatively simple. The difficulty lay in dispelling Pure Yin Fire once it had entered the body, even for Nirvana experts. The simplicity, however, was that it wasn't a complex force—it could be neutralized with Yang energy.
Thinking back, Lin Langtian realized that in the previous timeline, Lin Dong hadn't competed with Lin Qingzhu over the Nirvana Heart, meaning she had taken it easily.
If that were the case, why would Lin Qingzhu be so quick to consume the Nirvana Heart here, rather than finding a secluded place to cultivate? Should any problems arise, she could then simply find someone to provide a bit of Yang energy, avoiding this whole ordeal.
As he mused, he attributed it to Lin Dong's unique fortune as the "child of destiny."
While Lin Langtian pondered, Lin Qingzhu turned to him, a gentler look softening her gaze.
"Prince Langtian…"
Sensing her thoughts, Lin Langtian preemptively shook his head. "If it's Yang energy you need, then forget it. You already took the Nirvana Heart from me. Giving you my Yang energy too wouldn't be right."
Having the Nirvana Heart taken from him was enough of an irritation; giving away his Yang energy too was out of the question. Furthermore, using Yang energy would harm his foundational vitality, leaving lasting side effects. Dedicated to the highest heights of martial arts, Lin Langtian would never compromise his foundation for a fleeting attraction.
"Prince Langtian!"
Hearing his immediate refusal, Lin Qingzhu's calm expression shifted, her clear eyes growing colder.
Unmoved, Lin Langtian retorted, "Seems we haven't fully tested each other yet. Why don't we go another round?"
Lin Qingzhu's face shifted, her eyes flickering as she recalled the immense power hidden within Lin Langtian. She wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it was enough to make her question her own chances against him—especially in her current condition.
After a moment, she lightly bit her lip and softened her gaze. "Prince Langtian, do you remember the gift you gave me when we first met at the Wind Banquet in the Great Yan Dynasty?"
Lin Langtian was taken aback, his expression clouded with memory.
Back then, just after his rebirth, he'd been ordered by the clan leader, Lin Fan, to go to the capital to form ties with Lin Qingzhu, the disciple of a supreme sect. At that first meeting, he hadn't prepared any gift and could only offer a promise: as long as it didn't go against his principles and was within his ability, he would assist her if she ever asked.
Thinking back, his expression grew conflicted, and he sighed.
"I understand. If you're calling on that promise to ask for my Yang energy, then I'll honor my word. But I can't give you much—I still need to protect my foundation, and I did say, 'within my ability.'"
Hearing that Lin Langtian hadn't dismissed their agreement, Lin Qingzhu's eyes gleamed with gratitude. Though he'd only agreed to lend a bit of Yang energy, that would be enough to suppress the Pure Yin Fire within her. Once they left the tomb, she could handle the rest on her own.
"If you'd just used that promise to ask me not to compete for the Nirvana Heart, none of this would have happened," Lin Langtian muttered with a slight smirk.
At his words, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face. Though she had paid attention to Lin Langtian, as the heiress of the Nine Heavens Palace, she'd viewed him as merely an interesting figure from a lesser kingdom. That promise had faded from her mind over the past two years, seeming unimportant. And for someone of her status to resort to an old promise to avoid competition? It seemed beneath her.
Unexpectedly, this promise was now her lifeline. Seeing Lin Langtian honor it and not taking advantage of her vulnerable situation, she felt a deep sense of relief. Her impression of him soared.
"Hmm, this outcome isn't quite what I expected to see…"
Just as Lin Langtian prepared to transfer a trace of Yang energy to her, a teasing voice echoed in the vast stone hall. Both turned to look and saw a flicker of crimson light rising above the shattered stone coffin. The light gradually took shape, transforming into a faint, grinning apparition that looked down upon them with amusement.
(End of Chapter)
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