Ji Xuanyuan suppressed the astonishment in her heart and continued to guide the flow.
The downward stream of starlight had now reached her Huiyin Point.
The Huiyin is the most vital connection point between the human body and the qi of heaven and earth.
Ji Xuanyuan could feel a slight heat emanating from that spot.
Through her robes, she could sense something being transmitted from the “cushion” beneath her.
She was very familiar with this—it was the providence of this tea house, even this entire city… all of its luck.
At this moment, that luck was surging continuously into her Huiyin Point through that “cushion.”
It was too much… so much that it felt like a flood breaking through a dam, and her waist tensed like a fully drawn bowstring.
Her full curves rose and fell more rapidly with her breathing, as if something were billowing inside her.
In contrast, Chu Yuan lay there, completely motionless.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move; he didn’t dare to.
Because with every movement, the softness pressing against his abdomen would move with him.
The sensation would become clearer, and the temperature would become more scorching.
He could only stare at the roof beams, desperately trying to think of something else.
Suddenly, he remembered his past life.
That “Ugly Wood” had also sat on him before.
To Chu Yuan, that hadn’t been a touch that made his heart race, but a mandatory task from the System.
He had no choice but to comply, first setting up a bet and intentionally losing to his senior sister, allowing her to sit on him while he had to act like a delighted licking dog.
Every one of those 100 push-ups had been agonizing for him.
He thought that by living a new life, he would finally be free.
He hadn’t expected fate to be so cruel; he still couldn’t escape it in this life…
Chu Yuan closed his eyes, trying to suppress those memories.
But those memories were too heavy, making his chest feel tight and leaving him breathless.
However, Chu Yuan didn’t dare disturb Her Highness, fearing she might suffer a cultivation deviation and hold him responsible.
Regardless, the deadline for the bet to break the formation was at dusk, and there weren’t many hours left now.
Looking at Ji Xuanyuan again, fine beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead, sliding down her cheeks.
Facing the continuous influx of luck into her body, Ji Xuanyuan knew she couldn’t stop.
Once she stopped, the surging luck would scatter and could never be gathered again.
She could only endure and guide it, allowing the luck to flow through her meridians and into her Dantian bit by bit.
Within her Dantian, the two streams of starlight finally merged.
The pale gold vital energy of her life-source blended and settled with the thousands of strands of luck flowing in.
Before long, a tiny golden speck of light appeared deep within her Dantian.
Ji Xuanyuan snapped her eyes open; the sunlight outside the window had already turned a dim yellow.
Her heart raced with excitement. The speck of light in her Dantian was clearly a “Fortune Seed.”
It was the sign of having reached the third level of the *Imperial World-Ordering Script*, “Luck Induction.”
In her previous life, it had taken her a full 5 years to condense this Fortune Seed.
Yet now, it had only taken her one afternoon.
Ji Xuanyuan couldn’t help but marvel.
‘The System wasn’t wrong; this person truly can trigger the effects of the [Divine Treasure Cushion].’
‘Could this Young Master Chu Yuan possess some kind of rare Dharma Treasure Physique?’
She looked down, glancing at the person on the soft couch.
Chu Yuan lay there, his eyes closed as he regulated his breathing.
However, his ears were so red they looked as if they were about to catch fire.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Ji Xuanyuan sent out her Divine Sense to carefully inspect Chu Yuan’s physique.
After a long while, she knitted her brows.
‘This boy’s physique and Spirit Root have absolutely no redeeming qualities.’
‘How could he be a rare Dharma Treasure Physique?’
‘Forget it! The only thing that can be confirmed for now is…’
‘I can indeed use him to bypass the restriction of “Choosing Passion to Enter the Dao” in the Tongming Realm and continue to increase my cultivation.’
Savoring the pleasure of her cultivation soaring throughout the afternoon, Ji Xuanyuan’s pink tongue couldn’t help but lick her vermilion lips.
The look in her eyes as she watched the youth on the couch gained a hint of greed and desire.
Sensing Her Highness’s gaze, Chu Yuan’s heart thumped wildly.
‘Holy crap!’
‘What’s with that expression of hers?’
‘She doesn’t want to just suck me dry right here, does she?’
‘No way!’
‘I can’t die here!’
Chu Yuan hurriedly changed the subject.
“Speaking of which, Your Highness! It is already dusk. Is there still no news from the City Lord’s side?”
Reminded by him, Ji Xuanyuan finally remembered the matter of the bet.
With a flip of her jade hand, she summoned a Sound Transmission token and sent her Divine Sense into it.
Before long, Fang Henian responded from the mine.
Listening to the reply, Ji Xuanyuan’s brows first furrowed slightly, then smoothed out again.
***
Several hours ago.
Fang Henian had led his team out of the city in a grand procession.
The team included thirty elites of the Immortal Dynasty, each possessing a powerful aura, with the lowest being at the peak of the Tongming Realm.
The strongest among them was a master-level figure in the Yunzhen Realm.
This lineup was enough to attack a small sect, let alone break an unknown formation.
Fang Henian was brimming with confidence.
Chu Yuan had already clearly stated the location of that mine:
70 miles north of the city, there was a cave entrance halfway up the mountain hidden by vines.
After half an hour.
The team arrived at the foot of that mountain.
He waved his hand.
“Scale the mountain.”
The team began their ascent.
Though the mountain path was steep, it was nothing to these cultivators.
With wind beneath their feet and light movements, they reached the halfway point in the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
The patch of vines was right before them.
Fang Henian pushed aside the vines and indeed saw a cave entrance.
The entrance wasn’t large, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
Looking inside, it was a deep, dark abyss where nothing could be seen.
He was about to step forward.
“City Lord, please wait.”
The formation master from the Yunzhen Realm stepped forward, holding a compass-like device in his hand.
He closed his eyes to sense for a moment, his expression becoming somewhat grave.
“There is a formation here.”
Fang Henian smiled.
“I know that, of course! That is why I specifically invited you, Master!”
He had absolute confidence in breaking the formation.
In Fang Henian’s view:
What kind of formation could a piece of trash from a branch of the Chu Clan possibly set up?
Even if he really had set one, how powerful could it be?
It was likely nothing more than some crude Maze Formation or Illusionary Art—enough to fool ordinary rogue cultivators, but against a true expert, it would be broken in 1 incense stick worth of time.
For this reason, he had brought plenty of manpower, aiming to break the formation as quickly as possible to show that frog at the bottom of the well the might of the Immortal Dynasty.
Understanding the City Lord’s intent, the Master nodded and stepped forward with his two disciples.
They surrounded the cave entrance, set up their positions, and began to break the formation.
1 incense stick worth of time passed…
Then half an hour…
Followed by another 1 hour…
The smile on Fang Henian’s face gradually stiffened.
During this time, the Master had switched through several different techniques and used seven or eight formation-breaking tools. He had even used three long-treasured formation-breaking talismans, yet the cave entrance remained pitch black.
This series of actions had already caused the onlookers to become secretly suspicious.
Those talismans, in particular, were high-quality items capable of breaking through most Grade Three formations.
What was even stranger was…
During this interval, they had sent several of their strongest elites to try and enter the cave.
The first time, they walked in and came back out of the entrance after 1 incense stick worth of time.
The second time, they walked in and came back out of the entrance after half an hour.
The third time, they held hands and formed a line, walking in together. After two incense sticks worth of time, they all emerged from the entrance again.
They looked at each other, none of them knowing what had happened.
“What is going on?”
Fang Henian walked over to the Master, his expression already quite unsightly.
The Master’s expression was even worse.
He stared at the compass in his hand; its needle was spinning frantically, unable to stop at all.
Finally, the Master gritted his teeth and let out a sigh.
“City Lord, this formation… your subordinate cannot break it.”