“Husband, you’re awake?”
Luo Li greeted her with a trace of sleepiness in her voice.
As Su Chun met Luo Li’s eyes — which were as clear as a cold spring — she felt as if she could see straight into the other woman’s heart.
Previously, due to her personality, Luo Li had remained somewhat distant toward Su Chun.
She had been unable to completely give her body and soul to Su Chun like her younger sister did.
Now, however, the distance in her eyes had vanished, replaced by an indescribable tenderness and bashfulness.
The Dual Cultivation between the three of them yesterday had clearly wiped away Luo Li’s aloofness.
Hearing the voices, Luo Yu also rubbed her eyes and sat up.
She stretched, her graceful figure tracing a charming curve under the morning light.
When she saw that Su Chun was awake, a flirtatious smile appeared on her face.
“Husband, how do you feel?”
Su Chun looked at her two wives, each with skin as white as snow and their own distinct charms.
Memories of the previous night flooded her mind uncontrollably, but this time, the bashfulness on her face was a little less intense.
“Very good. I feel much more comfortable than I did yesterday or the day before. I’m full of energy.”
Su Chun squeezed her fists as she responded.
“That is only natural. You were so domineering last night, Husband. Both Sister and I were subdued by your valiance. It would be strange if you weren’t tired — especially Sister. I never imagined Sister had that side to her, hee hee.”
Luo Yu teased, her eyes darting between Su Chun and Luo Li with an ambiguous gaze.
Luo Li’s cheeks flushed crimson, and she gave Luo Yu a gentle glare.
“Be quiet. Stop talking nonsense.”
“I am not talking nonsense! Your reaction was much bigger than mine yesterday. I heard everything.”
Seeing that Luo Li was so embarrassed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into, Su Chun coughed twice to help deflect the awkwardness.
“Ahem, right. Yesterday… did we… that…”
She wanted to ask if she had successfully drawn out the Yang Vein Power, but as the words reached her lips, she found them difficult to say.
Luo Yu immediately understood what she meant and nodded gently, her tone carrying a hint of excitement.
“Husband, a tiny sliver of the Yang Vein Power within you was truly stirred this time. Although it was very weak, both Sister and I felt it. Before, whenever we shared intimacy, the Yang Vein Power in your body didn’t react at all, as if it weren’t interested in us.”
These words startled Su Chun.
She thought to herself, ‘Was Tantai Chun really that incompetent?’
Luo Li touched her forehead.
“The Clan Marks on our brows are the proof of Dual Cultivation with our husband.”
Mentioning this sparked Su Chun’s curiosity.
“Oh, right. What are those marks on your brows? I noticed them just now.”
“This is the Concentric Seal that a woman of the Tantai family’s Yang Vein leaves on other women,” Luo Yu explained excitedly.
“It signifies that Sister and I truly belong to you now. From now on, our minds and spirits are connected. In the path of cultivation, we will advance and retreat together.”
This mark was exactly why many favored daughters of heaven were willing to marry into the Tantai family.
Most female cultivators could not easily lose their virginity, as doing so would narrow their path of cultivation.
However, a woman of the Tantai family’s Yang Vein could exempt female cultivators from this issue.
Most importantly, it would serve an even greater purpose if they encountered bottlenecks in their cultivation in the future.
Su Chun was thrilled.
It turned out that the seemingly out-of-control “exercise” last night had actually succeeded.
Even though it had only stirred a tiny bit of Yang Vein Power, it was undoubtedly a massive step forward.
‘This is great,’ Su Chun thought, feeling genuinely happy.
This meant she wasn’t completely without tools; she just needed to continue working hard to develop them.
“Don’t be happy too soon, Husband. This is only the beginning. There is still a long way to go to completely harmonize the Bloodline Conflict in your body, or even to let us conceive a child,” Luo Li said, throwing a timely bucket of cold water to calm Su Chun down.
Su Chun chuckled.
“I know. We’ll take it slow. No rush, no rush.”
Her mindset had leveled out now.
With two such beautiful and capable wives helping her, was there really any need to fear that she couldn’t handle it?
Since they were her people now, Su Chun was no longer as stiff as she had been the previous few days.
“By the way, Husband, did you take an interest in Wang Yun from the Wang Family?”
Luo Yu couldn’t help but ask curiously.
Luo Li also immediately cast an inquiring look.
Facing the questioning of the two women, Su Chun thought for a moment and then honestly explained the situation.
When Luo Yu heard that the other party was unwilling, she became displeased instead.
“The women of the Wang Family are truly arrogant. She actually looks down on you? She doesn’t realize how blessed she is.”
“However, Husband, you chose a very ordinary sister. If her talent is too poor, she will drag us down,” Luo Li said with a frown.
Su Chun felt a bit of a headache coming on and didn’t want to continue this topic.
“Forget it, that’s all for the future. Husband, didn’t Mother give you a Divine Pen of Creation? She said you should learn painting. This is currently your only means of self-defense. Shall we begin practicing today?”
Luo Yu thoughtfully changed the subject.
At the mention of the Divine Pen of Creation, Su Chun’s eyes lit up.
She hastily retrieved the brush, which emitted a nine-colored glow, from her Space Ring.
The barrel of the pen was as warm and smooth as jade, yet cool to the touch.
The tip shimmered with a strange luster, as if it contained some great Dao of heaven and earth.
“Alright! I’ll start learning how to paint today!”
Su Chun rubbed her hands together, full of anticipation for this divine brush that could turn paintings into reality.
***
After they finished washing up, Luo Li and Luo Yu had already prepared the painting desk, rice paper, and various pigments in the seaside pavilion.
Su Chun looked at the set of professional painting tools and felt a bit dazed.
In her past life, she had been a total shut-in.
Aside from drawing a few chibi characters on the computer, when had she ever touched these things?
She couldn’t even write brush calligraphy properly, let alone paint.
“Um… where do I start with painting?”
Luo Li seemed to have expected this question and said patiently, “Husband, the way of painting begins with the simplest lines and still-life objects. First, try to draw an apple.”
Luo Yu added from the side, “Husband, this Divine Pen of Creation is no ordinary object. It is said that you need a high level of mental concentration to pour your will into it for the things you draw to become real. Start with the simplest things.”
Su Chun nodded, dipped the brush in ink, and began to draw an apple on the rice paper.
However, while the ideal was lofty, the reality was harsh.
Su Chun couldn’t even draw simple sketches well in her past life, let alone use a brush.
The first stroke was crooked and shaky, looking like an earthworm.
She tried to draw a circle for the second stroke, but it ended up as an irregular polygon.
“Pfft!”
Luo Yu couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
The thing Su Chun had drawn was less an apple and more a lumpy potato — one that looked like it had already been bitten.
“Husband, is this an abstract painting?” Luo Yu teased.
Su Chun’s cheeks turned red.
She put down the Divine Pen of Creation and said dejectedly, “No, this won’t work. It’s too hard. I can’t draw at all.”
Luo Li quickly comforted her.
“Don’t be anxious, Husband. Everything is hard at the beginning. I learned painting at home; I will teach you.”
Luo Li stepped behind Su Chun, resting her head on Su Chun’s shoulder.
She reached out with her jade-white hands and gently grasped Su Chun’s hand, guiding her.
“Keep your wrist steady. Direct your strength into your fingers. Keep your mind focused…”
Luo Li’s body was pressed tight against Su Chun’s back.
A faint, cold fragrance lingered at the tip of Su Chun’s nose.
The soft touch made Su Chun’s mind wander.
How could she possibly have the heart to learn painting?
She only felt her heartbeat getting faster and faster, and the hand holding the brush began to tremble uncontrollably.
She couldn’t resist using her own cheek to nuzzle against Luo Li’s.
“Husband, focus.”
Luo Li felt Su Chun’s restlessness and whispered a reminder in her ear.
The warm breath brushed against Su Chun’s earlobe, making her mind wander even more.
Luo Yu watched with delight from the side and leaned in as well, giving Su Chun a kiss on the other cheek.
“Husband, you can’t be distracted. Otherwise, if you don’t learn how to paint, how will you use the Divine Pen of Creation to protect us in the future?”
“I…”
Su Chun wanted to cry but had no tears.
Being sandwiched between two peerless beauties for a lesson — who could possibly withstand this?
Soon, Su Chun managed to draw something that looked somewhat like an apple.
Although it was still crooked, one could at least tell it was a fruit.
“Phew…”
Su Chun let out a long sigh, feeling more exhausted than if she had fought a battle.
“Husband is wonderful! You’ve improved.”
Luo Yu timely delivered a sweet kiss.
Su Chun’s beautiful face and neck were soon covered in Luo Yu’s lip prints.
Luo Yu was truly passionate; she seemed to want to cover Su Chun’s entire body in her marks.
Su Chun looked at her disastrous artwork, then at Luo Li’s dignified posture like that of a refined young lady.
Suddenly, a thought struck her.
‘Right! I don’t necessarily have to draw well! The Divine Pen of Creation looks at the intent, right?’
Su Chun had suddenly remembered something.
“In theory, yes,” Luo Li said with some uncertainty.
“But as far as I know, for the things drawn by the Divine Pen of Creation to have more power, they must look realistic in addition to having a strong intent.”
“How will we know if we don’t try?”
Su Chun picked up the Divine Pen of Creation and took a deep breath.
She worked hard to recall the essentials Luo Li had just taught her while simultaneously visualizing the appearance of an apple in her mind.
Then, she lifted the pen and, with a few quick strokes on a fresh sheet of rice paper, drew an apple — well, an apple drawn by someone who could be called a “soul painter.”
The lines were still shaky and the shape was quite abstract, but it was slightly better than the potato from earlier.
After finishing, Su Chun stared intently at the painting, concentrated her mind, and chanted silently.
‘Change. Change for me.’
Luo Li and Luo Yu also stared at the painting, holding their breath.
However, as several seconds passed, the abstract apple on the paper remained motionless.
“Uh… perhaps… my intent isn’t concentrated enough?”
She concentrated once more, using all her strength to think about the apple.
Just then, the tip of the Divine Pen of Creation suddenly flashed with a faint light.
The abstract apple on the paper trembled slightly.
Then, under the astonished gazes of Luo Li and Luo Yu, the drawn apple actually began to float slowly off the paper!
“It worked! It worked!”
Luo Yu shouted excitedly.
However, in the next second, something happened that made everyone’s jaws drop.