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Chapter 181 My Wife
Previously, every time Shuanghuan absorbed the energy from Mo Xinlian's body, he would have the same illusion upon returning, but at that time, that cultivation was immediately absorbed and did not count as his own.
Only what remains within his body now is his true cultivation level.
One night is equivalent to a month's work. If I could really spend half a month with Mo Xinlian... well, wouldn't that be equivalent to saving myself a year and a half?
Mo Xinlian's complexion looked much better, with a rosy glow. Her internal injuries had stabilized and were no longer worsening, which was two or three times faster than she had expected.
She estimated that if things continued at this pace, she would be able to protect herself in half a month. Although she wouldn't be able to fight a powerful enemy, she would still be able to escape.
As long as I'm not unlucky enough to run into a major battle between two armies, where the blood and qi clashed and boiling with killing intent, like last time, that's fine.
At this moment, footsteps came from outside the cabin. The person stopped in front of the cabin door, seemingly knocking, or perhaps feeling ashamed. He paced back and forth for a while, and finally sighed.
"Brother Yang... I was really drunk last night and that's why I was talking nonsense."
"I'm not usually like this, I must have lost my mind."
"I apologize to you and your wife."
"Once we get ashore, I will definitely hold a banquet to apologize."
"Alas, I truly deserve to die."
Seeing no movement in the cabin, the newcomer kept apologizing, and it was Zhou Mingxuan, who was clearly ashamed.
Actually, Zhou Mingxuan didn't know that he was somewhat wronged.
Inside the cabin, Mo Xinlian used illusion magic on Yang Silang to quickly ascertain his background before deciding whether to kill him or keep him alive, whether to keep him as a puppet or use him as a tool.
He just happened to stumble in and was affected by the aftereffects of the spell, which amplified his desires countless times, causing him to utter such absurd words.
Wang Daniu was also affected; otherwise, he wouldn't have slapped a filthy martial arts master across the face so decisively, even though he was just a coarse-skinned martial artist.
Outside the cabin door, Zhou Mingxuan was buzzing around like a fly.
Yang Silang and Mo Xinlian exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat helpless.
A mischievous thought suddenly occurred to him.
He knew that this Fairy Mo was not a person who strictly adhered to rules. If you were respectful to her, she might not appreciate it. If you said something sarcastic, she might not get angry. Instead, she might find it amusing.
A woman who can steal someone else's sedan chair and impersonate someone to attend a meeting is hardly a law-abiding person.
"My lady, shall we do it again?"
Sure enough, Mo Xinlian gave him a charmingly disdainful look and let out a soft snort.
"You jerk, are you trying to kill me with work?"
"You brute, you don't know how to cherish a beautiful woman."
"There's still a long way to go, why rush things?"
Zhou Mingxuan, a master of steel-dirty martial arts, had sharp ears and eyes. Hearing the intimate conversations inside the boudoir, he knew that the two people inside were passionately in love and might even be snuggling in bed together.
He had clearly arrived at the worst possible time, and blushed deeply, too embarrassed to even say goodbye. He staggered away in shame.
Zhou Mingxuan left.
The two men inside the cabin suddenly burst into laughter simultaneously, as if they were conspiring together to commit a sin. In an instant, the distance was shortened considerably.
Yang Silang gestured for her to sit down, and Mo Xinlian sat down at the small table.
He then lit the stove to brew tea, and the two sat facing each other. Yang Silang knew in his heart that the person opposite him was not a villain.
If she were truly a demoness, she would have devoured him completely yesterday; however, it was precisely because she harbored good intentions that the two cultivated together and mutually benefited.
"Fairy Mo, I was abrupt just now..." Yang Silang bowed and apologized.
Mo Xinlian waved her hand, her attitude becoming much better.
A grandmaster is nothing special, but a grandmaster with a special physique is very rare.
In particular, the union ring has been arranged and cannot be changed. The man opposite her is unaware of this, but she knows that he is also her half-partner.
There is a way to undo this in the future, but both of them will have to pay a heavy price, with all their previous cultivation levels being wiped out.
Mo Xinlian decided to observe the man before her to determine his character before making a decision.
Being Daoist partners is impossible; the difference in their cultivation levels is too great. Under the Heart Ring, sharing life and death would be too dangerous. The other is so weak; if he dies one day, I would be unjustly buried with him. However, supporting each other and walking together for a while is still possible.
"It's nothing. To be precise, it was my presumptuousness to visit you so suddenly."
Yang Silang said solemnly.
"Fairy Mo, you have appeared seriously injured. If you are willing to talk, I will be prepared and devise a plan should your enemies come looking for you."
Seeing his seriousness, Mo Xinlian sat up straight, tapped her teacup, and said softly.
"There's nothing wrong with saying this..."
She had practiced dual cultivation with Yang Silang last night and already knew that the man in front of her was actually a hidden Taoist cultivator.
"You know I am called the Nine-Lives Celestial Maiden, but hundreds of years ago, I had another name, the Nine-Lives Celestial Cat. In fact, I was born as a cat demon."
When she was a demon, she had a mortal enemy, a fox demon. She was a nine-lived celestial cat, while he was called a nine-tailed fox.
Nine against nine implies a kind of mutual generation and restraint, with each side disliking the other. They fought over a treasure, and the Nine-Lives Goddess, being more skilled, ultimately succeeded, becoming mortal enemies.
Decades ago, Mo Xinlian was reincarnated and became a human, and then cultivated to become a True Person. Her mortal enemy, attracted by her scent, came looking for her, and they fought fiercely several times.
Decades ago, Mo Xinlian was reincarnated and became a human, and then cultivated to become a True Person. Her mortal enemy, attracted by her scent, came looking for her, and they fought fiercely several times.
Although she had already reached the True Person Realm, she had not yet fully recovered the accumulation of hundreds of years from her previous life. She could not defeat her opponent and could only suffer repeated defeats and flee.
Fortunately, she was skilled in escape techniques, so her opponent couldn't really do anything to her.
Unexpectedly, he was unlucky this time and stumbled into the middle of a major battle between two armies, where he took a severe beating and ended up in such a state.
"My enemy is ruthless. If he knew you were protecting me, you would be in grave danger," Mo Xinlian said with a grin.
Yang Silang thought to himself, "Damn it! Am I protecting you? You're the one who forced your way in."
"With your meager martial arts skills, no matter how many countermeasures you have, you can't compare to even a single finger of someone else's."
"So let's not even think about fighting head-on. Let's just stay hidden and wait until my cultivation recovers. In a few decades, I'll be able to defeat them. It won't be too late to take revenge then."
Mo Xinlian was not arrogant; she calmly assessed the difference in strength between the two sides.
Yang Silang nodded repeatedly.
He had assumed that Mo Xinlian was in such a bad state that the other party would also be in dire straits, but it turned out that the other party was a fox spirit with full strength.
Faced with absolute power, all skills and strategies are illusory.
"Then what exactly is this deadly ring inside me?" Yang Silang couldn't help but ask. "The fairy is noble and pure; she would never use such despicable means."
"Please tell me something, so that I can feel at ease."
When Mo Xinlian was at the Flying Immortal Gathering, she really intended to take Huang Shifu away. She tricked him, but she didn't really want to kill him. Considering their time together last night, it's clear that she's a kind demon with principles.
When Yang Silang asked her a question, Mo Xinlian's eyes darted around and she smiled.
"It's not that I can't tell you."
"This is the 'Sharing Ring,' a ring that binds two souls, binding them together by fate."
"Once this ring is locked, we will truly be in the same boat. If one of us is injured, the other will be injured; if one of us dies, the other will die as well."
She changed one character in the "concentric ring" designation to avoid giving Yang Silang too much of a misinterpretation.
Yang Silang's face stiffened upon hearing this.
You praised it too early. Damn it, this demon isn't bad, but it's definitely a huge rip-off.
Your risk-taking style has always been restless, unlike my tendency to lie low and live and die with you. No matter how you look at it, I'm the one who's losing out.
Seeing his displeased expression, Mo Xinlian felt somewhat uncomfortable.
She snorted coldly, realizing that she had actually been looked down upon by a mere grandmaster.
"However, it also has its advantages. When combined with dual cultivation techniques, it allows for the cultivation of yin and yang in harmony, accelerating the recovery of injuries and balancing yin and yang, enabling both individuals to make rapid progress in their cultivation."
"Hmm... Of course, given the difference in our cultivation levels, the boost to my cultivation is negligible. I mainly use it to heal my injuries."
"Don't worry, I have a way to untangle this loop once everything is over, but it will only come at a small price," Mo Xinlian said casually. "The only difference is that all the cultivation you've gained during this time will be like a reflection in water, completely irretrievable."
Hmph, don't worry about it, I'll untie it myself when the time comes.
However, she was also nervous and wanted to see how Yang Silang would react.
Yang Silang wasn't worried about losing his cultivation level, since he was already cultivating faster than others, and he could always make up for it later.
He asked, puzzled.
"To share the burden of the injuries?"
"But I didn't feel any physical strain yesterday."
Mo Xinlian explained.
"If even half of my injuries were in you, it would instantly kill you."
"You haven't truly refined the Black Ring yet. I'm the one controlling the two rings. I don't ask for anything else, I just want to recover from my injuries."
"Right now, we're only half-locked together; we're not truly locked in yet."
Yang Silang considered it carefully and said seriously.
"Fairy Mo, you don't know, but I have had an unusual constitution since I was a child."
"Whether it's from practicing martial arts or getting injured, the recovery is exceptionally fast." He looked into Mo Xinlian's eyes and said earnestly, "Extremely fast, much faster than you can imagine."
"How about you let me actually share some of your injuries?"
"This way, your healing will be faster."
Yang Silang actually wanted to send away the plague god.
It would be fatal to have that Nine-Lives Celestial Maiden by my side for even a moment longer. Let her get rid of her as soon as she recovers.
Furthermore, the idea that "sharing a boat means sharing life and death" is utterly absurd.
He was unwilling to entrust his life to someone else.
You, the demon immortal, think I'm too weak and unsafe; I, on the other hand, think you're too reckless and cause trouble everywhere.
Once her injuries have healed, let her untie the ropes and leave as soon as possible.
As a powerful demon, she wouldn't feel at ease if she didn't receive some good things; as long as she didn't feel ashamed, that would be fine.
Seeing his serious expression, Mo Xinlian confirmed again and again. Seeing Yang Silang's insistence, she had no choice but to say that she would try it in the evening. During the day, she needed to regulate her breathing for a while to restore the energy in her meridians and soul. It would not be too late to cultivate in the evening.
"Mmm," she chuckled, perhaps touched by Yang Silang's insistence on sharing her injuries, which put her in a good mood.
"But please stop calling me fairy. I really need to stay by your side for a while."
"Should you call me 'wife'?" She chuckled softly as she finished speaking. "My lord, please take good care of me during this time."
Yang Silang accepted it calmly.
Half an hour passed.
There was a knock on the hatch.
Wang Daniu came in and shouted loudly.
"Fourth Brother, the wine we drank yesterday was probably fake."
"I actually dreamt that you brought me a beautiful young sister-in-law."
"That Zhou Mingxuan still dares to talk nonsense, so I slapped him..."
Yang Silang's lips twitched. Mo Xinlian appeared behind him, having used an illusion to transform into a beauty far less attractive than her original form, even her eyebrows and eyes becoming strikingly beautiful.
Mo Xinlian slightly squatted down and bowed to Wang Daniu.
"This humble servant is Li Xing'er, and I greet you."