Zanxing (Retranslated)

Chapter 48 - The Dao of Dual Cultivation (2)

There wasn’t even a servant boy in the hall. As autumn gave way to early winter, the wind blew in from outside. The young boy, who usually didn’t feel hot or cold, for the first time felt that the gauze robe of the Taiyan Sect couldn’t ward off the chill. Otherwise, how could he shiver like this?

After a while, Men Dong suddenly knelt down with his head hanging low and whispered, “In the past few days, I’ve searched through all the classics related to the Qinchong seeds. I found out that although Qinchong seeds are like grass, they resemble insects. Once they parasitize a human body, they can wait to germinate.”

“But the Qinchong seeds are also quite strong. If two people practice dual cultivation and their meridians merge, the Qinchong seeds will naturally choose to parasitize the one with stronger cultivation. Yang Zanxing only has Foundation Establishment cultivation, so… Master, as long as you practice dual cultivation with her, the Qinchong will naturally transfer to your body.”

Gu Baiying listened to his words and sneered.

Men Dong, emboldened, glanced at him and suggested, “Master, you should actually be glad. After all, Yang Zanxing is a woman. If it were a man…”

The young man laughed instead of getting angry. His beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with raging anger, bright and captivating. He spoke coldly, his tone full of mockery, “Are you suggesting that I should thank her?”

“I didn’t say that,” Men Dong defended himself. “But compared to chastity, isn’t life more important? Master, don’t be too conservative. Dual cultivation between men and women is normal. Chastity won’t increase in value just because it’s preserved. It’s just one night…”

The next moment, his mouth was blocked by the partially bitten spiritual fruit, and he could only make futile “ah ah” sounds.

Gu Baiying’s face turned red with anger, gritting his teeth, he said, “Shut up!”

Men Dong dared not speak anymore.

After a while, Gu Baiying asked impatiently, “Any other methods?”

Men Dong pulled the fruit out of his mouth and asked, “Other methods?”

The young man stared at him, enduring, and then said, word by word, “Besides this, any other methods?”

“I haven’t found any yet,” Men Dong’s words sounded particularly annoying. “And Yang Zanxing was just recently parasitized by the seed. If we forcibly remove it, the seed will wither immediately. Even if we want to find other methods to separate them, we have to wait until the seed germinates.”

Seeing Gu Baiying frowning, Men Dong seized the opportunity to say, “Master, in my opinion, you might as well practice dual cultivation with her. It’s beneficial for both of you, although you may suffer a bit, but as a man, sometimes you have to…”

Unable to bear it any longer, Gu Baiying clenched his fists in frustration. The next moment, Men Dong was enveloped in qi and rolled out of the door, disappearing into the autumn scenery outside Elysium Hall.

The young man stood up, walked to the window, his shoulder-length hair swaying in the wind. Despite this, his posture remained upright, like a spear gleaming with radiance, displaying an undisguised sharpness.

Outside the window, the peaks of the Gufeng Mountain were hidden under the shroud of mist, as if draped in a thin veil of haze.

After watching for a while, he gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, “How could I possibly practice dual cultivation with her?”

*

Zanxing was unaware that in just a few months since joining the Taiyan Sect, someone had already arranged for her to have dual cultivation.

During these days, she had been completely immersed in cultivation.

By the Chu Hong Terrace, as winter approached, there was no longer the beautiful rainbow bridge seen on sunny days. Instead, a thin layer of frost formed under the waterfall. According to the senior sisters of the Taiyan Sect, when deep winter arrived, the entire waterfall would freeze, turning into a silver mirror-like icefall, preserving its majestic appearance until the coming of spring when the ice and snow melted, returning to its flowing rainbow colors.

A muffled sound seemed to echo through the forest, accompanied by the trembling of the earth. A fallen leaf was lifted into the air by the vibration and froze in mid-air with pinpoint accuracy.

Under the trees, a woman in a light green gauze robe stood up. She looked at the frozen leaf in the air, then after a moment, extended her finger, and the suspended leaf disappeared in an instant.

Zanxing’s face broke into a smile at the sight.

She had finally broken through to the second level of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Previously, when she first arrived in this world and was controlled by a monster underwater, perhaps her potential had been unlocked. It might also have been due to the Xiao Yuan Pearl being fully charged at that time. She had risen three levels in succession, from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment. However, after that, the power of the Xiao Yuan Pearl gradually weakened. After spending the night at Gufeng Mountain, it simply went into hibernation, leaving her to restart her cultivation journey from scratch, which was not an easy task for a modern person.

During these days, she had been studying tirelessly, finally making some progress.

However… Zanxing looked at the rusty iron staff in her hand. She just couldn’t seem to execute the second level of the “Qing’e Flower-Picking Staff Technique”.

Stuck in her studies, and with the compiler of the teaching materials now missing, Zanxing pondered whether she should seek advice from a senior brother.

Just as she was thinking about it, she noticed many young disciples practicing nearby Chu Hong Terrace rushing in one direction. Zanxing, curious, grabbed one of them and asked, “Brother, why are you all in such a hurry? Where are you going?”

“Don’t you know?” the new disciple said. “I heard that Senior Sister Meng Ying of the Taiyan Sect has come out of seclusion. Everyone wants to go and see!” With that, he yanked his sleeve out of Zanxing’s grasp and ran off, leaving her with the remark, “That’s Senior Sister Meng Ying!”

Zanxing watched his retreating figure and muttered to herself, “Meng Ying?”

The name seemed somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, a flash of insight struck her, and Zanxing looked ahead sharply. Yes, Meng Ying!

Meng Ying, in “At the Summit of Nine Heavens,” was one of the eight wives of the male protagonist. In this book, each of the male protagonist’s eight wives had her own unique qualities. There was the gentle and obedient childhood sweetheart, the cold and proud daughter of the heavens, the sexy and bold temptress, and the mischievous and quirky female doctor. From mature sisters to lolitas, from married women to goddesses, the author probably included every style imaginable.

And Meng Ying was the one who was cold and proud, like a daughter of the heavens.

Among the eight wives of the male protagonist, Mu Cengxiao, the most complete character development and prominent roles belonged to the childhood sweetheart, Liu Yunxin, and the cold and proud Meng Ying. Liu Yunxin was gentle and caring, with a bond of shared adversity, making her suitable to be a wife. Meng Ying was stunningly beautiful, with unparalleled cultivation, and as cold as the peak of an ice mountain. Just one look at her aroused a strong desire to conquer. Between these two wives, the male protagonist was constantly torn, either hurting one’s feelings or neglecting the other’s affection.

Zanxing couldn’t help but think, this guy must be crazy. With so many choices available, he shouldn’t be so obsessed.

As she walked forward with the crowd, she couldn’t help feeling a bit curious.

She had already met Liu Yunxin, who was indeed a lovely and pitiful girl. But she wondered how stunning Meng Ying, renowned for her beauty in the original work, would be in real life.

Just as she was thinking, someone ahead shouted, “Look, Senior Sister Meng Ying is here!”

Zanxing looked up.

Two women walked out of the Miaokong Hall.

The woman on the left wore a gray-blue gauze robe and appeared to be around forty years old, with fair and beautiful skin and a hint of vermilion between her eyebrows. Her eyes were slightly elongated, her lips deep in color, adding a touch of sharpness to her beauty. There were no extra folds on her robe, and her collar was very neatly pressed. As she walked, her back was straight, as if every step had been carefully calculated, with no deviation.

Standing beside this austere woman was a young girl dressed in a snow-white gauze robe. The robe flowed gracefully, cinched at the waist with a silver belt, her dark hair tied up, her delicate features shining with elegance.

Zanxing was stunned.

This woman… bore a striking resemblance to the figure of the white-robed woman in her staff technique.