Nie Kong rejected his initial assessment not because of her attire, but because of her demeanor. This elegant and detached aura was etched vividly in Nie Kong’s memory, having experienced it firsthand on two prior occasions!

Once when she delivered the waist token for Lingyu City, and the second time when she demanded half a piece of the Phoenix Eye Fruit flesh...

Later, the absurdity of the hidden chamber beneath the Red Chamber Pharmacy led Nie Kong to suspect that Long Xuechan might have a twin sister. Although Nie Kong never pressed Long Xuechan for answers, the mystery remained unresolved, simply buried deep in his heart. Now, seeing this woman in white, who bore such a strong resemblance to Long Xuechan, his previous doubts resurfaced.

"I'm going back. Don't reveal my existence to Grandma."

Qingyue, at some unknown point, had leaped back onto the beast token in Nie Kong’s palm and zipped inside. Then, a small part of her face popped out. "Relax. Ever since my soul entered the beast token, only you can hear my voice."

Nie Kong felt relieved. As he casually tucked the beast token into his robes, a flash of white darted past his eyes; the woman in white had landed gracefully on a nearby branch.

"Nie Kong, I didn't expect to meet you here."

The woman in white’s bright, beautiful eyes swept over Nie Kong's face, and she spoke suddenly, her expression and tone so calm they barely caused a ripple.

"I didn't expect to meet you here either," Nie Kong smiled and said, "You aren't Sister Chan. Can you tell me who you really are?"

"It's fine to tell you. I am Long Meixian, Long Xuechan's older sister," the woman in white said lightly.

Nie Kong couldn't help but exhale, frowning. "Since you aren't Sister Chan, why did you impersonate her in front of me?"

"Impersonate? What a joke!" Long Meixian’s lips curled slightly. "Although I dress the same as Xuechan in front of others, when have I ever claimed to be Xuechan?"

Nie Kong was silenced. Long Meixian wasn't entirely wrong. When she appeared before him, though dressed like Long Xuechan in her green skirt, she never explicitly claimed to be Long Xuechan; it was Nie Kong himself who had repeatedly called her that. In that sense, it couldn't truly be called impersonation.

Long Meixian glanced around, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Nie Kong, who were you just talking to?"

When fighting the Snow Spirit Serpent Dragon, Long Meixian had faintly heard voices. Though it was always just one person speaking, it didn't sound like self-talk, which was quite strange.

"Is there anyone else here besides you and me?" Nie Kong countered. Before Long Meixian could press further, he tentatively probed, "Since you and Sister Chan are twin sisters, my feeling must have been right. The woman in the hidden chamber beneath the Red Chamber Pharmacy that day wasn't one person, but two—Sister Chan and you?"

As he spoke, evocative, intimate scenes involuntarily flashed through Nie Kong’s mind.

The elegant and detached Long Meixian before him gradually merged with that other figure. In Nie Kong's fragmented memories, that woman was even bolder than the seemingly unrestrained Long Xuechan. Unless he had experienced it himself, it would be hard to believe she was usually so aloof.

Long Meixian seemed to sense something; her delicate body trembled, and she involuntarily snorted through her nose. Her face darkened as she gritted her teeth. "Nie Kong, what nonsense are you thinking about!" As she spoke, Long Meixian's straight, delicate breasts rose and fell slightly, her breath becoming somewhat rapid. Faint rosy hues bloomed on her fair cheeks, as if she had suddenly become agitated.

Nie Kong let out an astonished gasp. The last time he had unintentionally recalled his 'fight' with Long Xuechan, she had reacted exactly the same way. Today, Long Meixian not only reacted similarly but even her words were almost identical.

Could such an unbelievable thing happen in the world?

Nie Kong’s curiosity soared. Instead of suppressing the inappropriate thoughts like last time, he conjured several extremely erotic and challenging battle poses for Long Meixian in his mind. Thinking about it only made Nie Kong's robust, blood-and-qi-filled body stir restlessly.

Long Meixian's red lips parted, and a soul-stirring moan trickled from her throat.

However, the sound was abruptly cut off halfway through. Long Meixian could no longer maintain her previous composure. Her delicate face flushed crimson, and she angrily shouted, "Nie Kong, you bastard! How dare you think such things in front of me! You... you come here!"

With a wave of her jade palm, Long Meixian’s slender, green onion-like fingers lunged toward Nie Kong's chest.

With a sharp cry, Long Meixian staggered, nearly tumbling from the small branch.

Managing to steady herself, Long Meixian tightly pressed her legs together, her chest heaving dramatically. Her beautiful face was flushed to the point of dripping color, and in her moist, beautiful eyes, besides shame and anger, a distinct trace of burgeoning desire appeared.

Nie Kong stared, dumbfounded. Had Long Meixian empathized so strongly with what he was merely imagining? If it had been Long Xuechan standing there, and he had imagined the beautiful scenes from their 'fight,' wouldn't she have reacted identically to Long Meixian?

This was truly strange!

Nie Kong felt deep incredulity, yet seeing Long Meixian's lustful appearance stirred him further. Could this feeling be mutual, just that their reactions were stronger while his were slightly weaker? But if they were imagining coupling with him, wouldn't he instantly transform into a lecherous fiend?

It seemed that during that encounter in the hidden chamber, some extremely bizarre changes had occurred to the bodies of all three of them!

Upon realizing this, Nie Kong felt a wave of dark humor wash over him.

If they were a married couple, such changes wouldn't matter; perhaps they would even spice up their lives. But with Long Meixian and Long Xuechan, Nie Kong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If it were only Long Xuechan, it would be manageable; he knew her reasonably well. But Long Meixian was a complete stranger. If this reaction couldn't be eliminated, if he found himself in danger and she suddenly thought of certain things, couldn't she easily seal his doom, and vice versa?

"Hee hee hee, Nie Kong, you are truly blessed."

Qingyue's strange laughter echoed from the beast token in his robes, tinged with schadenfreude. "Nie Kong, if my senses aren't mistaken, you and this woman named Long Meixian must have entered into the 'Dragon Clan's' unique spiritual imprint—the 'Dragon Mate Love Seal.'"

"Dragon Mate Love Seal?" Nie Kong muttered to himself. This was the first time he had heard these four words.

"Exactly." Qingyue seemed to hear Nie Kong's thoughts and chuckled. "Nie Kong, let me ask you a question first: have you coupled with her?"

Nie Kong felt a slight awkwardness. "I suppose so."

Seeing Long Meixian about to make a move again, he quickly conjured an even more blood-pumping scene in his mind.

"That confirms it!" Qingyue stated with an 'I'm the expert' tone. "Dragon Clan members, male or female, have the 'Dragon Mate Love Seal' imprint sown within their bodies from birth. This spiritual imprint is unique to the Dragon Clan. When they first couple with someone, this imprint activates, branding itself onto the other person's soul."

"However, Dragon Clan members are always highly reserved, so this 'Dragon Mate Love Seal' is generally only awakened after marriage. With this imprint, not only is the sexual pleasure between Dragon Clan spouses increased, but it also guarantees their loyalty to their partner. It’s a truly wonderful thing!"

"Incredible!" Nie Kong suddenly understood, then his heart skipped a beat. "I am not a member of the Dragon Clan; will I still be bound by this so-called 'Dragon Mate Love Seal'?"

Qingyue giggled, "Not exactly. The loyalty between Dragon Clan couples requires both parties' 'Dragon Mate Love Seals' to activate simultaneously. Since you don't have the imprint pattern in your body, after you coupled, her 'Dragon Mate Love Seal' imprinted on your soul. However, this soul connection isn't too strong; it just makes your coupling more... explosive. That’s why I said you were blessed!"

Blessed? Nie Kong shook his head helplessly but couldn't help secretly sighing with relief, conjuring another exquisite scene in his mind.

By this time, Long Meixian was tormented even more by Nie Kong's thoughts. She panted lightly, her face blazing red, unconcealed allure radiating from her features. Her pair of dark, bright, beautiful eyes seemed to transform into two pools of shimmering spring water, projecting gazes so fierce they could melt a person.

"Nie Kong, you bastard!"

Taking advantage of Nie Kong’s momentary lapse in thought, Long Meixian’s white shadow flashed, and she suddenly appeared before him, grabbing the cloth at his waist. Then, she leaped down with him, landing softly beneath the tree moments later. Nie Kong was slightly startled but remained calm. Qingyue’s soul power was still only at the Virtual Spirit level; with her present, even if Long Meixian truly intended him harm, he had enough means of self-preservation.

Long Meixian released her grip, and Nie Kong dropped to the ground. He stared fixedly at her, two brilliant blue glints flashing in her eyes.

Nie Kong, surprised, was about to spring up when Long Meixian suddenly lunged at him, her exquisitely curved, delicate body pressing down on his. Before Nie Kong could react, Long Meixian quickly tore open his robe below the abdomen, and a chilling sensation washed over him.

"Y-you, what are you doing?" Nie Kong was dumbfounded, like a young maiden cornered by a lecher.

"Bastard, you still don't know what I want to do?" Long Meixian snarled through clenched teeth. Her jade hand fumbled below for a moment, and her slightly raised, rounded hips suddenly sank down. The instant their bodies merged, both cried out almost simultaneously. However, Long Meixian's was a long, satisfied moan, while Nie Kong’s was a sharp scream. Immediately, a delicate, sweet groan reverberated through the moonlit forest—Lingyu City.

Red Chamber, Pharmacy Sixth Compound. Long Xuechan was intently examining two small, dark pills, turning them over and over in her hands, when her delicate body suddenly trembled, and the spiritual medicine slipped from her fingers to the ground.

"Huh, what is this?" Long Xuechan murmured, feeling a sudden heat course through her, her heart pounding wildly, accompanied by a strange sense of emptiness. Long Xuechan knew too clearly why this sudden sensation had arisen. Her beautiful eyes snapped wide open, and her fair, rosy cheeks were filled with disbelief.

"My sister Meixian, she is actually... in the middle of..." Long Xuechan covered her mouth, murmuring with an expression of astonishment. A moment later, Long Xuechan took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in her chest, but then she clapped her hands, a strange smile spreading across her face. "The feeling is so intense, it doesn't seem like she's alone. I heard Brother Nie Kong went to the Tianlang Mountain Range for training recently, and my Sister Meixian is also in the Tianlang Mountain Range. Could it be they are 'doing that'?"

"If that's the case, this is too interesting, hee hee hee!" Thinking of the delightful possibility, Long Xuechan laughed so hard her body shook, and without realizing it, a soft moan rose to the edge of her throat. Long Xuechan quickly suppressed the sound, biting her luscious red lips, and immediately sat down cross-legged in her room to calm the intense urge and craving that suddenly surged within her. About fifteen minutes later, the mountain forest returned to tranquility.

"Alright, take that foul thing out of me!"

Feeling a foreign presence still inside her, Long Xuechan, who was now seated on Nie Kong's waist, tried to stand up but felt utterly limp and unable to muster any strength, as if completely depleted. Her Virtual Spirit cultivation proved useless at this moment. She couldn't help but bite her red lip and let out a heavy snort.

"Long Meixian, do you really think you're a queen!" Her tone of dismissal irritated Nie Kong slightly, and he scoffed coldly. This little wench enjoyed herself and then intended to discard me like a disposable chopstick? The scene under the tree looked romantic, but in reality, Nie Kong felt absolutely no pleasure.

The very first thrust, due to Long Meixian’s poor execution, nearly skinned young Nie Kong.

For the next fifteen minutes, thanks to Long Meixian’s utterly dreadful technique, Nie Kong nearly suffered multiple bone fractures. Frankly, during this time, Nie Kong had been on tenterhooks.

"What do you mean?" Long Meixian frowned slightly.

"I mean, I am not your pleasure tool! You're done, but I'm not!"

Nie Kong abruptly flipped over, throwing Long Meixian onto the ground.

"What are you trying to do?" Long Meixian exclaimed.

"What am I trying to do? Isn't it obvious..."

"You... you bastard, don't pull my leg!" "Ah! How dare you humiliate me like this, I... I want to..." "Hmph..." "Kill you!" "Want to kill me? Do you have the ability right now?"

The bright moon descended, and after the darkness, the horizon gradually began to show the pale white of dawn. Dim, hazy light filtered through the gaps in the trees, spilling onto the ground. Beneath the giant tree where the commotion had raged all night, two tightly entwined figures slowly became visible, still immersed in a tide of passion.

Long Meixian lay on her back, her white dress having slipped to the sides of her delicate body. Her full, upright chest, flat, smooth abdomen, and her pair of slender, rounded legs were almost entirely exposed. Her milky skin seemed to brighten the dim forest. Nie Kong’s body was pressed tightly against hers, one thigh resting between her legs, his left arm draped across her chest, his palm resting against a full mound. Even in sleep, the tips of his fingers occasionally twitched, as if fondly recalling the soft, slick, and elastic sensation there.

Suddenly, Long Meixian gently pushed away Nie Kong's limbs and sat up straight.

Glancing down at her body, which bore the marks of their recent passion, Long Meixian’s expression was grim.

After what happened in the hidden chamber below the Red Chamber Pharmacy, she had left Lingyu City to hone her spiritual skills in the Tianlang Mountain Range. Two months ago, she had intended to return to Lingyu City but suddenly discovered traces of the 'Snow Spirit Serpent Dragon' nearby. The soul of this spiritual beast was incredibly useful for enhancing her Mind Phase.

Thus, Long Meixian stayed behind to search. However, the Snow Spirit Serpent Dragon was extremely cunning, hiding in a nearby maze and refusing to come out. Long Meixian had entered the unusually vast maze several times, all without success. Unwilling to give up, she lurked in this area.

Two months passed in a flash.

Today, the underground maze suddenly collapsed, and the Snow Spirit Serpent Dragon finally escaped. Having seized such a rare opportunity, Long Meixian certainly wasn't willing to let it go. Although the Snow Spirit Serpent Dragon was a sixth-grade peak spiritual beast, Long Meixian's Mind Phase was its nemesis. In the end, she easily obtained its soul.

What surprised Long Meixian, however, was running into Nie Kong here, which eventually led to this affair.

Fortunately, she had escaped the fate of a pure spirit body, no longer like Long Mu or Long Ting.

The formless spiritual power she and Long Xuechan possessed could be almost half-drained by any Spirit Master during intercourse, but only the very first time. After that, no trace of their formless spiritual power would be lost again.

Even so, Long Meixian felt intensely ashamed and angry. The initial, active engagement last night could be excused, but the subsequent, passive coupling, while granting her an unprecedentedly marvelous sensation, had the one posture Nie Kong demonstrated during the 'fighting' leave her with a profound sense of humiliation.

Her beautiful eyes flicked to the sleeping Nie Kong beside her, and a blue light suddenly flashed in her right palm as she prepared to strike his head. But the speed of the descent slowed continuously until it stopped hovering above Nie Kong’s head. Her hand trembled slightly, betraying the intense inner struggle.

After a long moment, Long Meixian wearily withdrew her right hand, gritting her teeth. "Nie Kong, I won't kill you today, but one day, I will kill you!"

Gathering the white dress draped over her shoulders and fastening her belt, Long Xuechan sprang up, her body merging with the void. In just a few blinks, she was far away. The instant her figure vanished, Nie Kong sat up, sharp light flickering in his eyes, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his lips: Want to kill me? I'll be waiting for you!

Even after fighting with Long Meixian for so long last night, Nie Kong had not let down his guard, especially with that little thing Qingyue reminding him. Almost the moment Long Meixian awoke, Nie Kong had also woken up. If Long Meixian had truly struck with that palm, what met her would not have been Nie Kong's fist, but the hard Spirit Sealing Stele, followed by the vast expanse of poisonous mist within the stele.

Nie Kong let out a soft breath and stood up.

The clothes Long Meixian had torn only covered his upper body. Fortunately, before heading to the Tianlang Mountain Range, Nie Kong had packed several changes of clothes, so he quickly took out a set of black attire and changed. After tidying himself up, Nie Kong determined the direction and sped toward the collapsed Illusion Realm boundary.

Qingyue scurried out of the beast token and stood on Nie Kong’s shoulder, waving her little hands insistently to get his attention. "Hee hee, Nie Kong, was last night comfortable?"

"Did you peek?"

"Grandma isn't that bored!" Qingyue looked around with guilty eyes as she offered her opinion. "Aiya, it's much better outside than inside the Spirit Sealing Stele; it's way more fun!"

Nie Kong ignored her and accelerated forward with all his might.

The sky gradually brightened, and two familiar, towering peaks appeared in Nie Kong's line of sight. After only half a day, the height of the peaks had dropped by nearly half, and the valley between them was much narrower. The sky-scraping trees in the valley lay scattered and devastated, no longer possessing their former lushness.

Around the two peaks, the scenery had changed even more dramatically. The deep palm print had been filled in, and the raised foothills had collapsed, almost leveled to the ground. Nie Kong wondered how Tai Hong was doing now?

Nie Kong sighed inwardly. Sudden changes like yesterday's meant life or death for Spirit Transformation Masters like him and Tai Hong. If they hadn't escaped before the Illusion Realm shattered and the maze collapsed, there would only have been death; there was no scenario for being seriously injured and waiting underground for rescue.

"Hoo-roo! Hoo-roo!"

Suddenly, a loud snoring sound drifted over. Nie Kong turned his head in astonishment and found the sound coming from a slightly raised small grotto not far away.

Nie Kong’s heart stirred, and he strode toward it.

The snoring stopped abruptly, followed by a loud roar. A burly figure rushed out of the grotto—disheveled hair, covered in dust, looking like a wild man.

"You're not dead yet!"

"You're not dead yet!"

Both men froze for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter. Another chaotic situation. In a courtyard room on the west side of the inner city, a gaunt old man in green robes, resembling a stone statue, suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the north of the city. His lips moved almost imperceptibly, and his voice emerged extremely slowly: "He'... has... returned... Bring 'him' to... see... the... old... man..."

"Yes, Ancestor Xi!"

In the adjoining bedroom, Gu Changong, who was meditating cross-legged, rose effortlessly and strolled out of his room, his figure instantly vanishing. "He's finally back!"

Outside the city wall, Tai Hong waved his arms wildly, shouting non-stop.

The return trip to the inner city had been extraordinarily arduous. It took two extra days compared to the journey there, and the road was fraught with danger. He had been terribly unlucky, nearly running head-on into three fifth-grade spiritual beasts, not to mention the fourth-grade ones. These spiritual beasts had all been frightened by the shattering of the Illusion Realm and the collapse of the maze, causing them to wander out of their original territories and create considerable obstruction.

Nie Kong was equally delighted. Although he hadn't found the 'Crescent Moon Hook Scythe' on this trip to the shattered Illusion Realm, he had gained the 'Hundred Silk Dragon Blood Vine,' the Spirit Sealing Stele, and the massive amount of poisonous mist within it, and even the ancestor of the 'Crescent Moon Hook Scythe,' the Qingyue Illusion Heart Orchid, a thousand-year-old medicine spirit.

This was definitely a major harvest.

Seeing Taihong’s utterly wretched and dirt-caked state, Nie Kong felt a pang of shame. Compared to him, Taihong had truly returned empty-handed; the single medicinal herb he managed to snatch had been swept away by the earth-wave, subsequently buried beneath thick sand, lost to any hope of recovery.

The two men had just reached the city gates when a towering figure loomed into the sight of both Taihong and Nie Kong—it was none other than Gu Changgong, the Hall Master of the Medicine Heart Pavilion!

By his demeanor, it seemed he was specifically waiting for them.

"Nie Kong, come over here to me."

Gu Changgong beckoned to Nie Kong with a smiling face. Nie Kong was deeply perplexed. Exchanging a glance with Taihong, he quickened his pace toward Gu Changgong.

When he finally stood before the Hall Master of the Medicine Heart Pavilion, he heard news that utterly stunned him: "C