"Miexian, you look unsteady on your feet. How about I give you some of the medicinal wine I brewed the day before yesterday?

It’s a secret remedy, and the effects are truly superb," Long Xuechan chirped from behind. "..." Long Miexian already felt her steps were unsteady; hearing that nearly made her stumble to the ground.

Without needing to turn around, Long Miexian could guess her sister currently wore an expression of mischievous success. With a helpless, muffled sound, she quickened her pace and left the room.

Long Xuechan’s chest heaved violently with laughter, her face alight with cunning. She giggled softly, "Guaranteed...

as if! If you refuse to acknowledge me as your sister anymore, that’s even better.

From now on, I shall be Sister Xuechan, and you will be Miexian-meimei... I've always wanted to savor the taste of being the elder sister." After shaking with suppressed mirth for a while, Long Xuechan seemed to recall something else, bringing a mesmerizing blush to her cheeks.

Then, cupping the two perfectly round, full mounds in front of her chest, she jiggled them gently a few times, her beautiful eyes hazy with allure. "Very good, keep working hard.

Strive to let the seeds take root and sprout soon, blooming and bearing fruit..." "You two as well," she added. With a soft titter, Long Xuechan turned to look out the window.

Long Ping and Long Ting, who had been hiding there, quickly retracted their heads and exchanged a swift glance, both feeling their faces flush warmly... ...

That evening, among the dinner brought by Long Ping and Long Ting, there was an extra bowl of fragrant rice porridge. Just by the scent, Nie Kong knew it contained three types of medicinal herbs, combined for the effect of nourishing the spirit and sharpening the mind.

According to the two young maids, Long Xuechan had personally simmered it for two hours. Nie Kong had known from the morning that his affairs wouldn't escape Long Xuechan’s perception.

However, her action felt somewhat teasing. Nie Kong was caught between laughter and tears, unsure whether to praise her thoughtfulness or complain about her schadenfreude.

Still, he gladly accepted the bowl of medicinal porridge. Long Miexian had been demanding his seed supply ceaselessly for three days, especially since the interval between last night and this morning had been too short.

Even Nie Kong's body, tempered by the "Heart Drum War Sound" and cultivated with the "Crimson Star Battle Physique," felt a bit taxed. He himself had intended to take some nourishment, but Long Xuechan had beaten him to it.

After dinner, Nie Kong rested briefly before sitting cross-legged in the hall to cultivate the "Yin Yang Spirit Devouring Art." Three days had passed now; tomorrow he was due to spar with the Dragon Spirit Clan’s Third Elder, Long Zhaojun. If nothing unexpected occurred, the day after tomorrow he would enter the Dragon Temple passage.

Nie Kong’s initial plan was to resolve the Dragon Island crisis as a way to bestow favor upon the Dragon Spirit Clan. However, after arriving on the island, and especially after meeting Long Tiangong, Nie Kong felt that the method of "bestowing favor" was no longer strictly necessary.

Thus, Nie Kong’s thinking began to shift slightly. After all, the situation on Dragon Island was extremely troublesome, possibly even life-threatening, and Nie Kong wasn't entirely confident.

If he entered and failed to bring good news to the Dragon Spirit Clan, the outcome might be counterproductive. If that were the case, perhaps it would be better not to go at all.

As for whether the Dragon Spirit Clan could overcome this crisis, Nie Kong wasn't overly concerned. Even if Dragon Island vanished, the signs of the Dragon Spirit Clan’s bloodline extinction wouldn't manifest for several hundred years.

In so many years of constant change, no one could predict what might happen. By then, Nie Kong estimated he would have long broken through to the Spirit God realm.

If the crisis persisted, intervening then would surely be much easier. Of course, despite thinking this, Nie Kong would still give his all in tomorrow's spar with Long Zhaojun; he simply no longer felt bound by the outcome.

"Hah!" The void vibrated, and wisps of green gathered from all directions, instantly enveloping Nie Kong’s figure in an emerald aura. In a daze, Nie Kong felt his mind subtly merge with the world, his spiritual sense radiating outward at terrifying speed along the vitality of heaven and earth.

Instantly, the grasses, streams, and stones—all things possessing life force across the land—became interconnected. As if contracting a vast universe into a mustard seed, the expansive Dragon Island manifested entirely within Nie Kong's mind...

This sensation was not unfamiliar to Nie Kong; dissolving into the cosmos was the state of Heavenly Spirit! At that precise moment, within the Dragon Pearl Palace, the figure of Long Tiangong, seated quietly on a meditation cushion, trembled slightly.

His eyes snapped open, his golden pupils seemingly piercing through tens of miles of space in an instant, casting two gazes of majesty towards the valley where Nie Kong resided. They brushed over the roof of the structure and then vanished.

It was swift and untraceable! "It's that child, Nie Kong." A flicker of surprise crossed Long Tiangong’s face, the majesty in his eyes slowly giving way to gentleness.

"Merely Ninth Grade Pill Spirit, yet capable of grasping the intent of the Heavenly Spirit. This child is even more outstanding than I imagined.

Given time, he will surely achieve the Spirit God realm. Miexian and Xuechan have truly found a fine husband." "Good!

Good! Good!" After a slight pause, Long Tiangong uttered the word "Good" three times, before his golden eyes closed once more...

Within less than a second’s difference, vast auras erupted in the Dragon Valley, the Dragon Head and Tail areas, and even the wooden house where Snake Fang and the others on the beach resided. All these powerful energies rushed toward the same location.

However, the next moment, the aura from the beach was suppressed by a combined force and instantly subsided. The nearly ten other auras swept over Nie Kong's location and just as swiftly retreated to their origins.

Though he had retracted his spiritual sense, the disturbance Nie Kong caused left those powerful figures immensely astonished. Nie Kong, however, paid it no mind.

When those powerful figures probed him, he sensed them simultaneously. But Nie Kong had finally entered this mysterious state of insight again and did not wish to hide or evade.

If he were still on the God of War Mountain in the Netherworld, Nie Kong would have immediately concealed his aura. But this was Dragon Island, and Nie Kong felt no need for concern.

After sensing the spiritual thoughts of those experts withdraw, Nie Kong allowed the endless vitality to feed him the condition of the surrounding world. Unconsciously, Nie Kong’s confidence began to swell infinitely, as if he were standing atop ten thousand peaks, a feeling of complete mastery arising spontaneously.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, a strange sensation transmitted itself to Nie Kong’s heart. Nie Kong’s thoughts stirred, and the spiritual sense that had blanketed the entire Dragon Island surged toward the source of that odd feeling.

In the time it took to snap his fingers, an ancient-looking hall materialized in Nie Kong's mind. Next, Nie Kong realized the surrounding mountain formations resembled a gigantic dragon's head.

"The Dragon Temple!" Gazing at the hall, Nie Kong instantly understood where his spiritual sense had arrived. A powerful spiritual sweep passed through the hall.

It was teeming with vitality, yet the strange feeling emanated precisely from that vibrancy... ...

...RO