Chapter 1390
The Ultimate Principle of Yin and Yang Union
Tsukihime's condition was worse than Ye Yang had imagined.
When he got closer, he could finally see what she looked like.
The restrictions imposed by the Immortal-Stabilizing Technique are loosening at a visible rate.
The pale golden rune flickered between her brows, like a candle burning in the wind.
Her body began to tremble violently, not from the cold, but from an uncontrollable tremor and excitement surging from the depths of her bones.
She had already torn off the outer robe covering her.
It revealed a scene that would make any man's blood boil.
Her clothes were completely open, and the moon-white bodice hung crookedly on her shoulder, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.
Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, and now it was flushed with a peach-like blush.
The lines spread from the collarbone down to the lower abdomen, as if someone had used the finest brush to apply rouge, stroke by stroke.
Her neck was long and slender, and her two full, perky, snow-white breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
The red bodice could barely contain its astonishing weight, with dazzlingly creamy skin oozing out from the edges.
Her waist was incredibly slender, forming a smooth curve with her flat stomach.
Further down, the skirt had been crumpled into a ball around her waist, revealing two long, straight, jade-like legs.
Without an ounce of excess fat, her legs are so perfectly shaped, like a work of art meticulously sculpted by the Creator.
What's even more deadly is her face.
A beauty with an extreme aloofness, her features are exquisite, yet she keeps everyone at arm's length.
But at this moment, all the coldness on that face shattered, replaced by a breathtakingly alluring charm.
nice.
It's breathtakingly beautiful.
But Ye Yang quickly lost interest in appreciating it.
Because something far more deadly was happening. The immobilization spell of the "Immortal Fixation Technique" had not been lifted, and her body remained in the same frozen posture. However, the energy within her body had become extremely chaotic.
Her skin was flushed an unnatural red, and her body temperature was alarmingly high. Even from a distance of several steps, Ye Yang could feel the heat emanating from her body.
Her breathing was rapid and hot, each breath carrying a faint pink mist.
The yin and yang energy had completely invaded her meridians and dantian, and was frantically eroding her soul.
This cannot be suppressed by a simple immobilization spell.
Ye Yang frowned, took two steps forward, and raised his hand to dispel the immobilization spell.
Tsukihime's body suddenly went limp, and she slid off the boulder.
Ye Yang reacted quickly and caught her.
The surface was frighteningly hot to the touch.
"Ye... Ye Yang..."
Tsukihime's voice was weak and hoarse, with a sobbing tone that sounded like she was on the verge of collapse.
She opened her dazed eyes and looked at Ye Yang, the last vestige of clarity in them rapidly fading.
"I...I feel so hot...it feels like there's fire burning inside me..."
Her hand climbed onto Ye Yang's shoulder again, but without the previous urgency; only an instinctive tremor remained.
She still had a sliver of reason left.
It was this sliver of reason that allowed her to suppress the surging desire within her and refrain from tearing Ye Yang's clothes again.
But Ye Yang knew she couldn't hold on much longer.
He extended his spiritual power to carefully examine Yue Ji's condition, his expression growing increasingly grave.
The yin and yang energies had completely merged into her meridians, intertwined with her spiritual power, and were transforming her body in an extremely domineering way.
This is not poison.
Or rather, this is not an ordinary poison.
This is the erosion of the aura of the Great Dao.
It was the Yin-Yang Dao contained within that chaotic crystal that inadvertently leaked a wisp of its aura, invading Yue Ji's soul and body.
However, Yue Ji's cultivation level was still shallow, and she was completely powerless to resist this level of power.
If left unchecked...
Ye Yang's brows furrowed even deeper.
Her meridians will be completely destroyed by this aura, her dantian will collapse, and her soul will be torn to pieces by the power of yin and yang.
She will die.
And the death was extremely painful.
"Ye Yang..."
Tsukihime's voice grew weaker and weaker, and the clarity in her eyes diminished.
She bit her lip, desperately trying to maintain her last shred of sanity, and looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Help...help me...please..."
Ye Yang fell silent.
He knew how to treat it.
The interaction of Yin and Yang energies needs to be resolved using methods of Yin-Yang harmony.
in other words……
He lowered his head and looked at Yueji's face, which was flushed with desire, at the desperate plea in her eyes, and at her stubbornness as she bit her lip.
Her hands gripped the hem of his clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force.
She's still enduring it.
The chaotic crystal in his palm seemed to sense the restlessness of the yin-yang fusion energy within Yue Ji's body, and began to tremble slightly, emitting an increasingly rich and profound fluctuation.
A terrifying resonance formed between the two auras, like two drums being struck simultaneously, the sound waves overlapping and growing stronger and stronger.
Tsukihime's seven orifices began to bleed.
First, blood flowed slowly from the nostrils, and soon blood began to flow from all seven orifices.
Ye Yang's expression changed.
He immediately squatted down, his right hand forming a sword shape, and touched Yue Ji's brow, activating the Immortal Stabilization Technique once again.
The golden runes lit up again, attempting to reinforce the seal.
But as soon as the rune entered her sea of consciousness, it seemed to hit an invisible wall and bounced back violently.
Ye Yang groaned as his fingers were jolted open, a tingling sensation spreading through his fingertips.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
Yue Ji's soul was already entangled with that yin and yang energy, like two vines twisted together, inseparable.
Forcibly separating them would only result in mutual destruction. Yue Ji's soul would shatter instantly, and his Immortal-Stabilizing Technique would suffer a backlash, causing his cultivation to regress at best and damage to his sea of consciousness at worst.
"how so……"
Ye Yang gritted his teeth, his mind racing.
The aura of that chaotic crystal was too domineering. It not only aroused the desires within Yue Ji's body, but also directly invaded the depths of her soul, awakening her most primal instincts.
Now, that aura is burning wildly, fueled by Tsukihime's divine soul.
If left unattended, Yue Ji's soul will be burned to ashes in no more than half an incense stick's time.
That aura must be drawn out immediately.
But how do we introduce it?
Ye Yang's gaze fell on the chaotic crystal in his palm, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.
The union of Yin and Yang... the harmony of Heaven and Earth... the birth of all things...
The essence of this aura is the union of Yin and Yang energies.
To resolve this, we must introduce Yang energy to restore the balance between Yin and Yang.
The method of introducing yang energy.
Ye Yang's breath hitched slightly.
Using himself as a vessel, he drew that energy into his body and then dissolved it using the Immortal Stabilization Technique.
But this requires the harmony of yin and yang.
In other words, he must be with Tsukihime...
Ye Yang fell silent.
He looked down at Tsukihime.
Her condition had deteriorated to the extreme.
The blood from the seven orifices flowed even faster, and the face changed from flushed to an abnormal bluish-purple, which was a sign of reversed blood flow and damage to the meridians.
Her body began to convulse, her limbs spasmed, and her ten fingers dug tightly into the sand, her nails flipped up and bleeding profusely.
If this drags on any longer, her meridians will rupture and she will die suddenly.
Ye Yang closed his eyes.
He is not a saint.
He never considered himself a gentleman.
Over the years, he has traveled all over the country and seen many beautiful women, and there have been times when he was attracted to them. But he has always adhered to one bottom line—never taking advantage of others in their vulnerable state.
But right now...
This is not taking advantage of someone's misfortune.
This is a lifesaver.
Ye Yang opened his eyes, his gaze becoming clear and firm.
He took the Chaos Crystal into his sea of consciousness, and as soon as it entered, it resonated strongly with the runes of the Immortal Fixation Technique.
The buzzing sound made his soul tremble. But he couldn't care less about that. He bent down and helped Yueji up from the sand, letting her lean against him.
Her body was frighteningly hot, like a piece of red-hot iron; you could feel the scorching heat even through her clothes.
Ye Yang took a deep breath and reached out to untie her bodice.
Tsukihime's body suddenly stiffened, and then, as if finding some outlet for her emotions, she clung to him tightly.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around Ye Yang's neck, and her legs were wrapped around his waist, her whole body coiled around him like a snake.
Her burning cheeks pressed against his neck, her lips murmuring something indistinctly.
Ye Yang did not resist.
He put one arm around her waist and placed the other hand on her back.
He slowly channeled his Dao power into her body, guiding the raging Yin-Yang energy towards him.
Then, he bent down.
……
(Specific details omitted here)
One night passed.
……
When the first rays of dawn shone through the cracks in the remains of the Jianmu tree, Tsukihime awoke.
Ye Yang leaned against the boulder, closed his eyes, and breathed steadily.
He wasn't asleep; he was just regulating his breathing.
After a night of yin and yang fusion, the Dao power within his body actually improved considerably.
The chaotic crystal calmed down in the sea of consciousness, emitting a soft light that complemented the runes of the Immortal Fixation Technique.
Yueji sat up gently from his arms, but Ye Yang still opened his eyes.
Eyes facing each other.
Ye Yang had expected to see anger, shame, or breakdown.
But Tsukihime did not.
She simply sat there quietly, looking at him with a complicated expression.
Those eyes were still beautiful, their gaze carrying a lingering charm from the previous night.
But more than anything, it's something that's hard to explain or articulate.
It was not hatred, not resentment, not gratitude, and not love.
It was as if all the emotions had been mixed together, finally turning into a silent sigh.
After a long silence, she spoke.
"You don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything."
Just this one sentence.
Then she stood up, turned her back to Ye Yang, and silently straightened her robes.
She tied her bodice, combed her loose hair with her fingers, and re-tied it into a simple bun.
He didn't look at Ye Yang even once from beginning to end.
Ye Yang didn't say anything either.
After Tsukihime straightened her robes, she stood for a while, then turned around.
Her face had regained its usual coolness, as if the woman who had been alluring and begging for pleasure last night had never existed.
Only a trace of dried blood remained at the corner of his eye, reminding Ye Yang that it was all real.
"Let's go, Fellow Daoist Ye."
"It's not safe here."
Ye Yang nodded and stood up. (End of Chapter)