But Jun Moye also noticed a slight problem: the spiritual energy within the Hongjun Tower seemed somewhat diluted compared to before. While the Hongjun Tower was generally saturated with spirit energy, it constantly absorbed new influxes as Jun Moye cultivated.

The current level of energy had reverted to what it was when he was in Tianxiang City, yet Jun Moye clearly recalled the atmosphere in the Heavenly Punishment Forest being far denser—not just abundant, but overwhelmingly rich.

In the past, when his cultivation was shallow, he couldn't distinguish the subtle differences in the world's spiritual energy. Now, with his power deepening, although the Hongjun Tower maintained a sufficient supply, preventing net loss, disparities in energy density across locations had begun to manifest!

The comparison was startling.

It seemed the change in environment did affect the Hongjun Tower to some degree.

During every cultivation session, Jun Moye felt the absorption of vast spiritual energy. Only a small fraction entered his body; the majority flowed into the Hongjun Tower, which then refined it, keeping it ready to replenish his physical form.

Regardless, Jun Moye had long understood this crucial point: the Hongjun Tower itself required replenishment of spirit energy.

It appeared he needed to devise a solution. After experiencing the spirit energy density of the Heavenly Punishment Forest, Jun Moye was rather dissatisfied with the current rate of replenishment.

Jun Moye's shift in perspective was quite natural; it was like a man accustomed to the company of Sister Furong suddenly gaining an opportunity to spend every day with a peerless goddess. After half a year of that, looking back, he would never again accept the notion of settling for Furong—it was the same principle.

Humans desire what they desire; the Young Master was human and could not escape common sentiment!

With a contented sigh, Jun Wangye finally took a step out. That night, after discussions and a session of alchemy—churning out several furnaces—he immediately commenced deep cultivation of the Heaven and Earth Creation Technique!

It could be said that the Young Master was utterly exhausted that night. Coupled with the recent stimulus, having been thoroughly cleansed only to have nothing come of it, left him thoroughly displeased. But displeasure was useless; was he supposed to force the issue?

Jun Moye swiftly shed his clothes, leaving only small briefs, and slipped into the bedcovers with a soft hush.

Having survived the "Outer Robe, Instantaneous Sleep" incident, the Young Master dared not indulge in casual slumber again!

The next instant, Jun Moye sprang out stark naked.

"What the hell is this!" Jun Moye was instantly wide awake, staring wide-eyed at his own bed, a stream of black lines marking his forehead. Had I gotten into the wrong bed?

The moment he lay down, he felt an extremely soft, fragrant body. Jun Moye almost thought he was dreaming.

If this was a dream, it was too wonderful—please, let it last a little longer!

The Young Master, completely bare, hopped to the entrance and peeked out furtively. It was indeed his tent! But why was Dugu Xiaoyi in his bed? And in that state?

Approaching the bed with confusion, Jun Moye gently reached out and nudged her: "Hey, wake up. Stop sleeping."

The little girl rolled over, clutching the quilt tightly to her chest, and mumbled vaguely, "Don't bother me... so sleepy..."

Jun Moye's headache became terminal.

Both the top and bottom of his head seemed to swell.

A lone military tent in the Dark Night encampment. A lone man and a lone woman. Sharing the same space.

Threads of subtle, alluring fragrance hung in the air, stirring tempting thoughts. And this stunning beauty was clearly laid out, an invitation for the taking. Now, she was even cuddled up in his own bed.

If Jun Moye still showed no reaction, he wouldn't truly be a man.

To take? Or not to take? Jun Moye wrestled with this vexing question in his tension.

Dugu Xiaoyi, still half-asleep, rolled over, kicking out her delicate feet. Half the thin blanket slipped to the floor, revealing an exquisite, flawlessly beautiful figure before Jun Moye's eyes.

Her pale arms, the high swell of her chest, the slender waist, the long legs—sparks ignited in Jun Moye's eyes as he gulped down several mouthfuls of saliva.

Damn it, since I’ve already committed to one folly, I might as well go all the way! Let’s just call it even!

Lust overpowered reason, and the wolf revealed himself!

Jun Moye hardened his resolve and strode to the bedside, his eyes glowing green like a