Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1693 - 1690: The Benefits of Dual Cultivation

As Ye Qiu inclined his head in respect, Xu Wendong’s vision was captivated by the expanse revealed at her neckline. The delicate skin at the edge of the garment, akin to fine jade, radiated a gentle luminescence, subtly hinting at a warm undertone under the ambient light. Her slender, fair neck, elegant like a swan’s, traced a graceful curve. With Ye Qiu’s bow, the skin around her neckline tensed slightly, showcasing its natural elasticity. Her chest gently undulated, forming a full, rounded silhouette beneath the confines of the cheongsam. That ample bosom quivered subtly, much like a budding flower, exuding an irresistible charm. Xu Wendong’s gaze involuntarily traced the hem of the neckline, the exposed fair skin appearing especially radiant. The contrast between her skin and the cheongsam’s fabric created a unique visual appeal. As Ye Qiu straightened, her uplifted chest caused the cheongsam to strain, forming a prominent arc. The contour of her bust appeared exceptionally rounded through the fabric, resembling a polished pearl, evoking a desire to hold and touch. Her fair complexion took on a faint pink hue in the light, as if tinged by the sunset into a rosy blush. The subtle sheen of her delicate skin reminded Xu Wendong of morning dew, sparkling and crystalline, radiating an alluring aura.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Xu Wendong casually remarked, "What transpired today was not the Ye Family’s doing; someone improperly used their name to cause trouble."

Ye Qiu replied respectfully, "Please be assured, Mr. Xu. The Ye Family will certainly discipline our clan members moving forward to prevent such incidents from recurring."

She then added after a short pause, "I observed that Miss Liu's shop offers exceptional cheongsams in both design and material. Therefore, from this point on, our clan will place all clothing orders here. This will also serve to compensate Miss Liu for her losses."

Following a brief exchange, Ye Qiu departed with her two cousins.

Meanwhile, the other women were engrossed in measuring themselves and selecting their preferred fabrics.

Liu Shimei was so occupied that she scarcely had time to acknowledge Xu Wendong.

"Sister Shimei, you carry on; I'll be returning to the shop," Xu Wendong said to Liu Shimei before heading towards the Mystic Spirit Pavilion on Antique Street.

The sky was somber.

A vast, dark cloud loomed overhead, creating the impression of an impending storm. A formidable celestial pressure also permeated the atmosphere.

"Is someone undergoing tribulation?" Xu Wendong mused, understanding that with numerous cultivators now active on Earth, it was only natural for someone to face a heavenly tribulation.

Antique Street saw minimal foot traffic; apart from weekends, visitors were scarce, and the overcast sky today made the street appear even more desolate.

Upon entering the Mystic Spirit Pavilion, a wave of refreshing air washed over him, like a delicate veil gently caressing his skin, imparting a subtle coolness.

Xu Wendong’s gaze quickly swept the pavilion, and he promptly located Zhang Nian meditating on the sofa. A chilling aura enveloped Zhang Nian, reminiscent of a wind sweeping in from a distant, frozen land, coiling around her.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa, her posture erect, hands resting on her knees with palms facing upwards. The frigid aura surrounding her was not constant, but fluctuated in intensity. It behaved like a sentient entity, drifting around her form. At times, it surged powerfully, causing the immediate air to seem to freeze instantly with a palpable chill. At other moments, it receded, as if held in check, yet the cold presence continuously lingered.

Observing this, Xu Wendong couldn't refrain from advising, "If you cannot steady your mind, do not attempt to cultivate. You risk a qi deviation."

At the sound of Xu Wendong’s voice, Zhang Nian slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was like a deep, profound cold pool, both chilling and clear, her pupils emanating wisps of icy intensity.

She frowned slightly, appearing puzzled, and inquired, "Why do I sense a potent cold energy within me, like a raging river, yet I cannot seem to direct it?"

Xu Wendong’s brow furrowed slightly as he doubted her statement.

He extended his right hand, his fingertips emitting a faint luminescence—his soul force. Dispersing his soul force, he slowly guided it into Zhang Nian’s body. Instantly, an icy, piercing coldness surged outwards. This cold sensation felt like myriad sharp ice shards fiercely piercing his soul force. His spiritual energy seemed ensnared in a frozen environment, experiencing extreme discomfort and even a numbing chill.

Xu Wendong swiftly retracted his soul force, gazing at Zhang Nian in astonishment. "When did this terrifying cold energy manifest within you?"

Despite Zhang Nian possessing the exceptionally rare Chaos Cold Ice Body, the emergence of such potent cold energy still left Xu Wendong utterly dumbfounded.

At Xu Wendong’s words, a faint crimson tainted Zhang Nian’s cheeks. She lowered her gaze, her inherent shyness momentarily suppressed, and confessed, "Yesterday, I experienced a deviation. After our dual cultivation, this chilling energy manifested within me."

Xu Wendong’s face heated up; he hadn't anticipated that the profound cold energy residing within Zhang Nian had originated from their intimate cultivation session.

His thoughts shifted, and his earlier confusion evaporated.

After all, he cultivated the Dragon Phoenix Creation Technique, a method known to enhance a partner's cultivation level during dual cultivation.

Zhang Nian had certainly not been an exception.

However, the advancements she received far surpassed his initial expectations.

Pausing for a beat, Xu Wendong advised, "First, settle your mind. I will instruct you on how to channel this cold energy."

He now understood.

The Chaos Cold Ice Body possessed a unique path, diverging from ordinary cultivators who didn't focus on True Qi or the Golden Core.

In her case, once the internal cold energy coalesced, it would form an ice sphere, analogous to a Golden Core for typical cultivators.

Zhang Nian nodded earnestly.

Xu Wendong composed himself and began his guidance, "Close your eyes, focus your inner senses, and perceive its presence."

Zhang Nian complied, her eyes shutting as her brow furrowed in concentration, attempting to locate the cold energy within.

Xu Wendong continued, his voice calm, "This cold energy is akin to a surging river; your task is to guide its course. Employ your intention to direct it, not through forceful suppression, but by harmonizing with its natural flow."

"Begin from your dantian, gradually guiding the cold energy along your meridians. Exercise caution to prevent any sudden surges; allow it to meander slowly, much like water in a gentle stream."

Following Xu Wendong’s step-by-step instructions, Zhang Nian commenced the process of circulating the cold energy through her body.

She could distinctly feel the cold energy moving within, like a frigid current traversing her being.

Remarkably, there was no sensation of discomfort!

Xu Wendong elaborated, "When the cold energy reaches a junction in the meridians, permit it to pause momentarily, then gently urge it forward to expand the passage before continuing your guidance."

Observing Zhang Nian’s body tremble slightly, the strain visible on her features, he couldn't resist offering encouragement, "There is no need to hurry; proceed at your own pace. Adapting to this cold energy requires time, and naturally, an ample measure of patience!"

"Attempt to gather this potent cold energy within your dantian, aiming to forge it into a core!" As he spoke these words, Xu Wendong held his breath, a potent wave of anticipation washing over him.