Chapter 261: Chapter 184: A Different Kind of Spiritual Practice, About to Reach Great Stability!_2
There wasn’t much time left for him.
The Great War of a Hundred Dynasties would only last a little over a year. If he missed this session, he’d have to wait another ten years for the next one.
To get a decent ranking, he had to cherish every month.
"Fine."
An aggrieved emoji appeared on the screen. Right after, a photo came through.
The phone camera was pointed directly at the mirror.
In the mirror, on an arm white as jade, a few sparkling droplets of water remained.
The bathrobe wasn’t wrapped up all the way, exposing half of the creamy skin, with a stunning deep cleavage that beckoned to have someone’s head buried there.
But what caught Jiang Shu’s eye the most wasn’t that—it was the hotel room décor visible in the mirror, looking exactly the same as what he was seeing in front of him.
Sure enough, the next second, a location was sent. It was the same hotel, along with three small numbers: 609.
"Shit,
eyeing the tent he hadn’t noticed being pitched, Jiang Shu cursed under his breath. *No matter how advanced his Spirit Realm cultivation, he still couldn’t fully suppress a man’s natural reactions.*
Besides, ever since he began training Martial Arts, his blood and Qi had only grown stronger, and those primal urges—all that was repressed by sheer martial willpower.
Now, he could still cultivate the "Crystal Meditation Method," and force himself into meditation, but doing so only treated the symptoms, not the cause.
Also, judging by Ye Zhenzhen’s behavior, it was clear she knew he came to Shengjing, and had snuck over secretly as well.
*If I didn’t go, I’d be a bit too cold-blooded.*
"The Vermilion Palace Thunder Technique, Acupoint Cultivation," though it restricted him, such restrictions couldn’t last forever.
*Might as well spend some time building the relationship first.*
Once decided, Jiang Shu stood up, walked out of the room, headed to the sixth floor, and quickly knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
Footsteps sounded inside. Jiang Shu heard Ye Zhenzhen lean against the door and ask cautiously.
"It’s me."
"Creak..."
The words had barely left Jiang Shu’s mouth when the door cracked open, and a slender frost-white wrist reached out and grabbed him.
In a flash, a delicate figure pounced into his arms.
Soft, silky smooth.
Orchid-like fragrance was exhaled lightly against his chin, as if it were part of some kind of awakening ritual.
He could feel Ye Zhenzhen’s wildly pounding heart. Her pale skin instantly flushed a rosy pink, like a ripe peach. The plump softness pressing up against him, her delicate abdomen twisting, rubbing against his Pure Yang strength.
Just a couple of gentle rubs and her legs buckled unconsciously, struggling to stand while desperately clenching around a trace of wetness.
"Be good, stop fooling around."
Faced with a scene that could make any man on earth instantly surrender, Jiang Shu only stiffened, his mind remaining crystal clear.
He kept his head low, gaze meeting Ye Zhenzhen’s straight-on. Their eyes locked, deep as a starry sky.
Ye Zhenzhen unconsciously got lost in it; her mind and body were completely at his whim. As her eyelashes fluttered, those watery eyes gently closed.
Her body felt as if she’d entered a peaceful, blissful paradise, her breathing long and shallow, slowly coming in waves.
Turning back to quietly close the door, Jiang Shu carried the already-hypnotized Ye Zhenzhen to the large bed.
Tucking her in, Jiang Shu looked at Ye Zhenzhen’s still-delicate face, even without makeup, and hesitated for a moment. He didn’t return to his own room but sat cross-legged on the other side of the bed, meditating.
Amid the gradually synchronized breaths, he formally entered meditation.
...
*Ye Zhenzhen felt as if she were having a dream.*
*Like a silkworm spinning its cocoon, she sank into a comfort she’d never known before.*
*It seemed as if that one dream lasted countless years.*
Finally, the cocoon broke, and she awoke.
A butterfly spread its wings.
As if blinking open, Ye Zhenzhen stared dazedly at the ceiling, *her mind instantly flooding with memories.*
She’d sent a message, thrown herself into his arms, and fallen asleep.
*No matter what, she couldn’t erase that blush of shyness on her face.*
*She’d done bold things like this before, but this time, it felt truly intimate.*
She had truly felt Jiang Shu’s Pure Yang strength and confirmed there was nothing secretly wrong with him.
*But... what a pity...*
*He... still didn’t do anything.*
*Shyness turned into faint disappointment. Just as she thought Jiang Shu had left long ago, her hand, out of habit, reached for her phone under the pillow to send him a message.*
A voice suddenly sounded next to her.
"You’re awake."
Jiang Shu opened his eyes, and within him, several more acupoints filled with Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi. All the stale air from the night was expelled.
With a wave of his hand, the hotel’s curtains slowly opened, sunlight streaming through the window and onto them both. A fresh breeze slipped perfectly through the crack, shifting the air in the room.
"The Cultivation Technique I practice is pretty unique. Until I reach a certain realm, I can’t break my virginity. Just let things happen naturally."
"What I used on you last night was hypnotism. It put you into real deep sleep. Sleep like that does wonders for your health—if you did it every day, you’d never get sick and live a long, healthy life."
Jiang Shu explained simply, then, seeing Ye Zhenzhen nodding with a confused look, continued, "The cultivation of Martial Arts, you can’t let that stop. For you, your body has an innate talent that countless Martial Artists would kill for. What you have to do is strengthen your willpower."
"Also, every day you should try to see if you can enter a deep sleep on your own. This is really important. If you never enter deep sleep, you’ll never understand meditation, and your future achievements will always be limited. If you want to stick with me, you’ll have to work harder and stop daydreaming about pointless stuff."
The entry-level "Crystal Meditation Method" was incredibly hard to grasp. Even a Great Grandmaster might not be able to understand it.
Naturally, Jiang Shu wasn’t going to teach it outright; in the early stages, Spirit Realm improvements could only come from within.
That was why, when it came to Spiritual Cultivation, talent mattered even more than Martial Arts!
Of course, if you had a hypnotist as strong as him, using that meditation-level hypnosis day after day, it could temporarily give an ordinary person a sort of talent—might even let them enter the entry-level.
But the cost was a hypnotist spending tons of time and spiritual power—a price no one would willingly pay.
Spiritual Cultivation was still the main path.
"Mm, mm, mm!"
Ye Zhenzhen sat up. The bathrobe she’d worn was already stripped off by Jiang Shu. Now her body was left with a teal, half-sheer two-piece that hugged her hips. She hesitated, letting the pulled-up quilt fall away. Her upper body, bathed in sunlight, was pure and pale as a fairy in a painting.
Beneath the sheets, her legs tensed, then slowly relaxed, joints bending, silky calves wriggling snake-like toward Jiang Shu’s side.
At the same time, she turned her head slightly, gazing at Jiang Shu with a look that couldn’t hide complete submission.
"What do you mean by can’t break your virginity? Is it can’t... do it at all, or just as long as you don’t finish...?"
Her voice carried the morning drowsiness, and she rubbed her delicate toes against Jiang Shu’s legs over the blanket, again and again.
It was like scratching an itch you couldn’t quite reach—deadly nonetheless.
"No intercourse, and no finishing. You have to maintain an unspent body."
"The Vermilion Palace Thunder Technique, Acupoint Cultivation," was the core of his Martial Arts, and it affected everything. He absolutely couldn’t break it.
However, right after he said that, Ye Zhenzhen, biting her lip, suddenly scooted over and said, "But I can see Master is pretty uncomfortable... No sex and no finishing, but if it’s another way, shouldn’t that be fine...?"
On the big bed,
Jiang Shu’s brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed.
It wasn’t because of the pleasure.
It was because, the second he was touched, to his surprise, the "Crystal Meditation Method" progress bar in his mind suddenly started rising at a visible rate.
*What’s causing this?*
*Was it because he was fully giving in this time, so his state of mind went up?*
*Or was there something special about Ye Zhenzhen herself?*
*He couldn’t figure it out, no matter how much he thought.*
His thoughts running wild, Ye Zhenzhen’s gaze grew hazy, as if rippling water. She bent her head low.
Jiang Shu closed his eyes.
"The Vermilion Palace Thunder Technique, Acupoint Cultivation," kept circulating within him.
"Spirit Meditation Method," gradually approached Great Success.
At that moment,
cloudless skies stretched for miles.
Every major department in Shengjing plunged into meticulous preparations.
The mood was grand and majestic.
The entire nation of Xia—over a billion citizens—would be watching live... the Xia Country Tournament.
There were only thirty days left.