Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty
Chapter 356 - 356: Blackened Junior Sister (61)

Only when Yue Ran's cultivation level is improved can Long Yuan's strength be maximized. A big show is on the way, and Long Yuan is the trump card in her plans.

The feeling of pain, like ants gnawing on her bones, gradually subsided. There was a thin layer of sweat on Yue Ran's body as she ended her meditation. It was late at night, and Long Yuan leaned against the wall next to the window to look at Yue Ran in a daze.

"What are you looking at?" Yue Ran asked.

The young woman looked at him with a pair of eyes so full of stars. The young woman who had just finished cultivating was breathing lightly, and her fair skin was slightly flushed. The air suddenly condensed, as if infused with a faint scent of cold and noble snow.

"I am looking at you," Long Yuan said.

A good and loyal sword spirit would not lie to his master, so Long Yuan answered her question with full sincerity.

Yue Ran liked this kind of character in a man, so she immediately laughed and hooked a finger at him, gesturing for him to come over. The vivid red color of her fingernail seemed to be the red thread that tied his heart to her finger.

This might be the reason why he was not able to control his own heartbeat. Long Yuan thought so as he obediently walked over to his master.

"I suddenly remembered a kind of practice, which seemed to be able to be done without mobilizing any spiritual power," Yue Ran said. "It is a pity that one person can't practice it alone… So, Long Yuan, come over and assist me with it."

A kind of practice that the two of them could do together, which did not require the mobilization of spiritual power... Even a fool would know how many methods there are by counting with their fingers. It was that straightforward.

One finger. One method. Two words. Double cultivation.

Yue Ran delivered those meaningful words, and her actions were particularly direct. Her fingertips lightly brushed across Long Yuan's lips, and the charming smile on her face was like a delicate flower in blossom.

Just then, Yue Ran resembled a vibrant red begonia in bloom, with a careless charm in the corners of her eyes and brows.

The next second, a warm breath came to his ears, accompanied by a rich fragrance, slightly sweet, fresh, and charming, just like the plum blossoms that bloomed on the branches in a crisp, bitter winter; petite, cute, but with fatal temptation.

"Are you not going to start?" he heard her ask tantalizingly.

Long Yuan was a little absent-minded. He was just like a child walking sneakily into the kitchen on a mission to steal a pot of wine to have a taste in curiosity. After drinking it, the child would become disoriented and lightheaded because of the alcohol that entered his system. He was still able to sense the outside world, but his hands, feet, and thoughts were always out of his control.

Long Yuan felt as though his body was moving uncontrollably. Her breath was close, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he kissed the white and tender face that he had been thinking about all day and night.

…

"You…" Yue Ran hissed and panted heavily. "Did you not say that you can't do it?"

Her eyebrows knitted and she rested her head on the pillow, revealing a pair of charming tearful eyes and a pair of warm, reddened ears.

"The master teaches me very well," Long Yuan said.

His voice used to sound cold, but now it was deep, lingering, and magnetic. It was so full of seduction that even if he were spouting out rogue-like words, one would still feel like he was a charming and gentlemanly man with a touch of mischief.

After the two-person cultivation was over, Yue Ran's head was dizzy, and she felt a little tired. Just when she wanted to rest, she felt a pair of hands swimming on her body—one caressing her face, one stroking her thighs, and then both slowly converging on her waist. One then moved to rest on the small of her back, gliding up along her spine ever so slowly before it gently settled at the nape of her neck.

The next second, Long Yuan pulled Yue Ran back up, and she heard an alluring voice speaking in a serious tone.

"Master, please refrain from slacking off during a cultivation practice." His low voice, mixed with a sigh, fades away. A pair of lips met hers before continuing, "It is not over yet."

Long Yuan's voice was like velvet. He had a sultry rasp that would make one weak at the knees.

Yue Ran's face was flushed, and a glimmer of starlight was caught in her eyes as she gazed at the man.

"Master, to ensure you sleep even better later, I suggest that we use up all of our energy."

The wind from the slightly open windows carries the faint fragrance of flowers. Long Yuan's shadow envelops Yue Ran once more as the surging warmth of their bodies mixes together under the stray ray of the light of the moon.

Outside, a full moon, in all of its silver glory, is there.

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"Be sharp and move quickly! The day of the Immortal Sacrifice Ceremony is quickly approaching, so do not be lazy!"

In the most renowned opera troupe in the imperial city, the leader of the troupe is directing a rehearsal. Recently, the incident orchestrated by the evil witch has made the imperial city, for the most part, tense and unsettling. The leader is also concerned. He did not know whether the Immortal Sacrifice Ceremony could proceed as planned in a safe manner. It is highly likely that this will not be the case.

For these little people, that special day is the only chance for them to stand out and make an impression.