As the car pulled up to the house, Zhang Yang hadn't even stepped out when Qu Meilan came running out, brimming with excitement.

He hadn't brought her along on this trip to Mi Xue's home, leaving her behind to watch the place. There were plenty of treasures here, and though the spirit medicines and rarest herbs were safely hidden, there were still many valuable, aged medicinal ingredients left. It was good to have Qu Meilan keeping an eye on things. She couldn't guard against true masters, but she was more than capable of fending off common thieves.

Stepping out of the vehicle, Zhang Yang glanced at her, then smiled. "Not bad. Congratulations!"

"Young Master, you already know!"

Qu Meilan’s ecstatic expression froze for a moment, and she stared at Zhang Yang in astonishment.

Long Feng and Mi Xue had also exited the car by now. Zhui Feng slowly ambled down from the Hummer, his hooves hitting the hard ground with a dull clack-clack, clearly displeased with the pavement. He much preferred soft, yielding earth, the only place where his freakish speed could truly be unleashed.

"I only know that you haven't been slacking off lately!"

Zhang Yang chuckled softly. Qu Meilan had indeed been diligent, achieving a breakthrough just like Long Cheng, reaching the middle stage of the first layer. Given that she was much younger than Long Cheng, this indicated her progress was even greater. Her quick dash just now was her eager desire to share this wonderful news and have everyone celebrate her joy.

"I also have to thank the Young Master for enabling this. The elixirs you provided were incredibly effective!"

Qu Meilan nodded excitedly, a wave of gratitude showing when she looked at Zhang Yang. The reason she chose to follow him, even as a mere servant, was solely to enhance her own power. Looking back now, her choice had been correct. Without assistance, she would never have broken through at this time; the potions Zhang Yang concocted for them had been hugely beneficial.

Zhang Yang smiled and said no more, as Mi Xue was already approaching.

Qu Meilan quickly shifted the topic away from internal energy matters. She was keenly aware that Mi Xue was an ordinary person. Zhang Yang preferred to keep the affairs of internal energy cultivators hidden from her. Whenever they were at home, none of them ever discussed these matters in Mi Xue’s presence.

Since they had just returned, nobody wanted to go out, so lunch was prepared at home. Qu Meilan took charge of the cooking this time; her culinary skills were also quite good, honed from the days on the mountain when they had to prepare all their own meals.

In the afternoon, they relaxed. In the evening, it was Mi Xue’s turn in the kitchen. She prepared a lavish dinner and brought out several bottles of red wine—the first time Mi Xue had ever proactively offered alcohol.

"You, come outside with me!"

The moment dinner concluded, before Qu Meilan could even clear the dishes, Long Feng called out to her.

"What for?"

Qu Meilan paused slightly, instantly turning to regard Long Feng with a defensive wariness, clutching her chest as if Long Feng harbored ill intent.

"I'll give you pointers on a few moves!"

Long Feng looked somewhat helpless, murmuring quietly. He had never harbored any interest in women. Most internal energy cultivators married quite late, primarily because their younger years demanded intense focus on cultivation; marriage and children were considerations only after achieving a certain level of strength.

"Really!"

Qu Meilan’s eyes instantly lit up. Long Feng nodded once. "Come out now, or I'll forget I offered!"

With that, Long Feng turned and walked away. This time, Qu Meilan did not hesitate and immediately followed.

Long Feng didn't just take Qu Meilan; once outside, he also managed to coax Lightning away. With Lightning gone, he brought Zhui Feng and Wuying along as well.

In the blink of an eye, only Zhang Yang and Mi Xue remained in the entire villa.

"Zhang Yang, time flies. We're almost graduating, and we’ll be engaged soon!"

Mi Xue led Zhang Yang by the hand directly onto the second-floor balcony, where they could gaze at the scenery of the back mountain and the bright stars above. The room adjacent to this balcony was the best bedroom, where Mi Xue currently resided. She had wanted to give this room to Zhang Yang initially, but he had refused. Girls preferred balconies with more space; he, however, often required only a simple room for his closed-door cultivation.

"Yes, very soon," Zhang Yang murmured, nodding slowly, a strange light in his eyes.

Time truly did pass quickly. More than half a year had elapsed since the plane crash and his transmigration. This period had unfolded entirely beyond his expectations. Compared to his previous life focused solely on practicing medicine to save money, this life was undeniably richer. Not only had his cultivation soared, but he now possessed three spirit beast companions and acquired a vast collection of spirit medicines—things he had never imagined possible before.

"Zhang Yang, meeting you is the greatest fortune of my life!"

Mi Xue turned back, gripping Zhang Yang's hand, speaking with deep affection. She looked straight into his eyes, gazing at him devotedly.

Faced with the woman he loved, Zhang Yang couldn't help but lower his head and capture those tempting cherry lips.

"Mmmph~"

Just as Mi Xue was about to speak, she was silenced by a rush of hot breath. The next instant, her arms wrapped unnaturally around Zhang Yang’s neck, and the two clung to each other completely.

"Zhang Yang~"

Gasping for air, Mi Xue finally managed to lift her head. Her complexion had flushed a deep crimson, like a perfectly ripe apple.

Zhang Yang only glanced at her before his head dipped down again.

"Let's, let's go inside!"

A few minutes later, Mi Xue finally raised her head again. Seeing Zhang Yang’s intent to continue, she urgently managed to speak the words, then broke free and darted into the room first.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mi Xue’s face remained deeply flushed.

Zhang Yang entered the room as well. Just as he reached the bedside, Mi Xue suddenly stood up, proactively embraced him, and the two tumbled onto the bed.

Beneath Mi Xue’s down jacket was a thin sweater. The jacket and sweater were soon tossed onto the floor. Before long, Mi Xue’s graceful figure, clad only in lingerie, was displayed before Zhang Yang for the very first time.

Mi Xue kept her eyes tightly shut, her body trembling slightly, yet her arms remained hooked tightly around Zhang Yang’s neck.

Looking at the woman he cherished before him, even though Zhang Yang was now a master of the fourth layer of internal energy, his heart pounded rapidly, and he felt a surge of excitement. Having lived two lives, if Zhang Yang didn't understand the meaning behind Mi Xue’s appearance, he would have lived both lives in vain.

No longer able to restrain himself, Zhang Yang gently pressed his lips to Mi Xue’s soft, fair ear. She gave a slight shiver and held him even tighter.

A wave of tingling warmth flooded Mi Xue’s entire body instantly. Having never experienced anything like this, she felt as if her body was floating away, possessed of an ineffable sensation.

Zhang Yang nibbled lightly at her earlobe, gently sucking and tracing the contours with the tip of his tongue, lingering at the sensitive ridge. Mi Xue’s body trembled more violently, and a soft, melodious moan escaped her lips, her face growing even redder. As he nibbled her earlobe, the warm breath from Zhang Yang’s mouth continuously blew into her ear, causing her body to tremble with greater intensity.

Observing Mi Xue’s reaction, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a touch of nervousness. In his past life, he had been with many women, but never someone he truly loved; back then, his sole focus had been immediate release, never considering anything else. This time, facing the person he truly adored, he found himself burdened with many more considerations.

While Zhang Yang was momentarily lost in thought, a surprising tingling sensation suddenly grazed his ear. Mi Xue, entirely inexperienced, was mimicking him, gently nipping at Zhang Yang’s earlobe with her teeth.

This sudden, exquisite sensation ignited a fire rapidly rising from his lower abdomen. He dismissed his reservations, lowered his head once more, and traced a path downward from her snow-white neck, arriving at the softly swelling, delicate mounds.

His fingers gently manipulated a few times, and another thin layer of fabric slipped away from Mi Xue’s body, revealing the high peaks for the first time to Zhang Yang’s gaze. Even as a fourth-layer internal energy master, Zhang Yang could barely endure it, and he gently took the cherry-like bud into his mouth.

Mi Xue’s gasps grew louder, her eyes hazy with desire, her expression utterly charming, and her gaze misty.

Zhang Yang raised his head, watching the gently rising and falling shoulders of the woman beneath him. His Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably; despite his advanced cultivation, a fine sheen of sweat beaded on his forehead.

Lying on the bed, Mi Xue’s face was flushed crimson. From tension, faint beads of crystal moisture also dotted her chest. Looking down from above, Mi Xue’s figure—the envy of countless women—was completely exposed. Mi Xue had turned off the main light; the slivers of moonlight filtering through the curtains lent an added layer of captivating enchantment.

The final layer of fabric on Mi Xue’s body drifted softly to the floor. Zhang Yang slowly turned her body over. His throat convulsed again as his hands slowly settled upon those high, rounded mounds.

Mi Xue’s sounds intensified. She lost track of time, only aware that her body was flipped back over again. A hot, wet tongue continuously slid over her body—up and down, and down and up—each pass intensifying the tremors wracking her frame.

"Darling, are you ready?"

Zhang Yang’s voice suddenly sounded close to her ear. She nodded instinctively, and her face instantly turned even redder.

"En!"

Mi Xue’s brow suddenly twitched. For the first time, she felt the presence of something foreign inside her body, eliciting a soft moan. Zhang Yang had reached the barrier before this.

"Ah!"

A flash of searing, piercing pain shot through her, and Mi Xue managed only half a cry before her sounds dropped significantly. Her fingers gripped the bedsheets beneath her with desperate force.

Regardless, Zhang Yang was a lineage successor of the Medical Saint and a master of the fourth layer of internal energy; he was capable of taking measures to reduce the pain for the woman he loved.

The large bed beneath Mi Xue began to sway slowly. The room was filled only with the sound of their ragged breathing, interwoven with sounds that could incite endless desire. After a long while, these sounds finally subsided completely.

That night, Long Feng and Qu Meilan did not return until very late. Qu Meilan remained oblivious to everything, still immersed in the teachings Long Feng had imparted to her. Long Feng had indeed provided many pointers; as a direct descendant of the Long family, guiding someone at the first layer of internal energy was straightforward for him.

Returning to his own room, Long Feng noticed Zhang Yang’s room was empty. A strange, subtle smile played on his lips. (To be continued.)