Long Ma and Long Ting were stunned, the blush that had finally faded rising again on their cheeks. Nie Kong's words made their hearts pound and their faces flush. Their delicate features looked as if they could drip with dew.

Sister Long lowered her head slightly, not daring to meet Nie Kong's gaze. Her eyes were bright and misty, seeming ready to overflow with water. After a long moment, she shyly extended her small hand toward Nie Kong.

Seeing the sisters suddenly adopt such a timid, bashful demeanor, their eyes filled with amorous light, Nie Kong was dumbfounded. Did these two sisters really need to react this way? He only wanted Long Ting to extend her hand so he could take her pulse and see what this so-called "Spiritual Body" was all about.

"Master, you want to absorb the spiritual energy from both of our bodies right now?"

Sister Long’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s hum, trembling slightly, clearly quite nervous. Even the fair skin on the back of her hands was tinged with a faint blush.

Hearing this, Nie Kong suddenly realized he had been misunderstood by the two young girls. He couldn't help but feel both amused and helpless. But upon seeing the twin sisters, especially the delicate and timid expression of the elder sister, Long Ting, he couldn't resist teasing them: "If I said yes, what would you two plan to do?"

Saying this, Nie Kong clasped Long Ting’s palm, and his fingertips immediately felt a slight dampness, evidence that Sister Long was so nervous her palms were sweating.

"I, I..."

Sister Long stammered, her eyes darting around evasively. The gorgeous blush, like the colors of the setting sun, spread from her cheeks across her entire fair neck, even faintly touching her exquisitely delicate and moist collarbone, making her exude a strange and captivating allure.

Long Ting was a bit bolder than her elder sister. With a flushed face, she said shyly, "Take off our clothes. Sister Xue Chan taught us how to do it!"

"Ahem, no need to take off any clothes."

Seeing how direct Long Ting was, Nie Kong coughed dryly, deciding to stop joking with them. He placed his left hand on Sister Long's pulse point and closed his eyes to sense carefully.

A Spiritual Body is not a Spirit Master; although they can condense spiritual energy within their bodies, they cannot cultivate Spirit Arts or spells. Nor are they ordinary people; their pulse, for instance, is at least four or five times stronger than an ordinary person's, with every beat exceptionally steady, giving Nie Kong a strong sense of power.

The twin sisters, especially Long Ting, saw that Nie Kong became still after gripping their wrists. They couldn't help but lift their eyes to secretly observe Nie Kong’s face. Their bright, watery eyes blinked rapidly, revealing deep curiosity.

Suddenly, Nie Kong opened his eyes. Sister Long and Long Ting were like children caught stealing snacks; they quickly lowered their heads again, their eyes shifting restlessly, their small faces flushed.

Nie Kong didn't notice their change in expression. A thread of emerald green spiritual energy flowed from his fingertip, entering Sister Long's meridians directly through her pulse point.

Instantly, Nie Kong captured an aura of pure Wood Spiritual Energy.

Nie Kong was greatly astonished. The purity of the spiritual energy within Sister Long was comparable to the medicinal fragrance of herbs like the "Serpent Coil Blood Lotus Eight-Star Conch." If he were to absorb and refine their spiritual energy, it would be more than enough to reach the Seventh Grade of Spirit Communion, possibly even allowing him to advance further.

However, before he could investigate further, his small stream of spiritual energy merged with the energy within Sister Long. They mingled together like water and milk, and in an instant, Nie Kong's small amount of energy vanished without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea, leaving no sign of its existence.

"Hmm?"

Nie Kong frowned slightly. Just as Long Xue Chan had said, conventional methods for Spirit Masters to absorb energy were useless on them. Moreover, he couldn't use spiritual energy to sense the state of their bodies, because any spiritual energy that entered would automatically condense within them.

Spiritual energy was useless. I wonder how the medicinal power of Xiang Xiang will fare!

"Aiya ya!"

Amidst the little fellow's cries, another trace of green flowed from Nie Kong's finger into Sister Long's body, but the result was exactly the same. He quickly told the little fellow to stop transmitting its innate medicinal power; this thing was extremely precious, unlike Nie Kong’s Wood Spiritual Energy, which he could cultivate easily.

Nie Kong's frown deepened. It seemed that this Spiritual Body could not only absorb the spiritual energy elements between heaven and earth but could also fuse with anything that could be converted into spiritual energy. The medicinal power of all things in this world could be refined into Wood Spiritual Energy, and Xiang Xiang's innate medicinal power was no exception; it would also be absorbed by the Spiritual Body.

Even Xiang Xiang's power doesn't work. Do I really have to do what Long Xue Chan suggested?

His gaze swept over the two flushed faces before him. Nie Kong suddenly released the soft, smooth hand of Sister Long, stood up, reached into his robe, and after fumbling for a moment, pulled out nine golden needles.

The two young girls secretly glanced at the golden, glittering Spirit Patterned Golden Needles in Nie Kong's hand, their small mouths slightly agape, their watery eyes filled with confusion.

Placing the other eight golden

In the clear, high-pitched hum, all eight needles vibrated gently, save for the celestial needle held between Nie Kong’s fingers. Immediately, Long Ting noticed that the areas pricked by the golden needles—not just her lower abdomen, but also her chest—felt tingles of numbness. Furthermore, the same sensation spread across her scalp, the nape of her neck, and the flanks of her lower back.

At first, the feeling was subtle, but as the golden needles vibrated with increasing intensity, the tingling grew stronger. Before long, Sister Long felt as though her entire body had been submerged in a warm spring, enveloped entirely by that spreading, molten sensation. "Mmm," Long Hun groaned contentedly. Almost at the instant her sound surfaced, an equally delicate, sweet cry emerged—this one from Long Ting. The sound escaped them both, and they instantly sobered, exchanging a fleeting glance before their faces flushed crimson. Ashamed, they quickly averted their eyes.