Stealing an Immortal Back to the Demon Realm Chapter 50

Shang Ningye opened her eyes and realized her head was resting on Mu Qiuhan’s shoulder, though she didn’t know when it had gotten there.
She looked down slightly, her gaze falling right on the other person’s smooth back.
A large expanse of Mu Qiuhan’s back was covered by Shang Ningye’s long, black hair, partially hidden and partially revealed.
The pale white skin peeked through the messy black strands, looking exceptionally striking.
The sensation of their bodies touching became incredibly clear at that moment.
Soft skin pressed against Shang Ningye’s body, carrying a hint of warmth.
The scene from that day in the secret realm, when the two of them had held each other intimately, couldn’t help but surface in Shang Ningye’s mind.
Suddenly, she started to feel that the person pressed against her was warm all over.
Because of this, the demonic energy in her dantian began to surge restlessly.
Mu Qiuhan was currently trying hard to draw the spiritual energy rampaging in Shang Ningye’s dantian into her own.
The demonic energy in Shang Ningye’s abdomen suddenly counterattacked, and Mu Qiuhan quickly noticed it.
She tried to guide that power to settle down like the spiritual energy, but the demonic energy seemed different from a cultivator’s spiritual energy.
Mu Qiuhan tried for a while, but not only did the power not weaken, it seemed to grow stronger.
She had no choice but to stop.
A familiar sweet fragrance once again drifted through the air.
Mu Qiuhan felt a sudden rush of heat in her dantian and took a deep breath.
She held her breath, completely blocking out the familiar sweet scent.
Mu Qiuhan pressed her palm firmly against Shang Ningye’s spiritual platform point on her back.
A stream of green spiritual energy flowed out from her palm.
The spiritual energy entered Shang Ningye’s body through her spine, circulating through her meridians.
Shang Ningye felt her mind clear for a moment.
Seeing this, Mu Qiuhan softly instructed, “Calm your mind.”
Only then did Shang Ningye snap out of her dizzy state.
She tried her best to cooperate with Mu Qiuhan, slowly suppressing the restless demonic energy in her dantian.
The Origin Restoring Pill she had just taken was rich in spiritual energy, which was very difficult for Shang Ningye to handle.
But for a Void Refining stage cultivator, this bit of spiritual energy was merely a drop in the ocean.
Mu Qiuhan quickly transferred all the excess spiritual energy from Shang Ningye’s dantian into her own body.
Having passed through Shang Ningye’s dantian, the spiritual energy seemed to have gained a hint of wood-element healing properties.
Mu Qiuhan felt that her previously depleted inner reserves, empty from overexertion, were now considerably replenished.
However, once all this spiritual energy was drawn into her own body, their intimate embrace suddenly felt exceptionally awkward.
Mu Qiuhan looked down and saw Shang Ningye’s pale neck. For a moment, she didn’t quite know how to face the person in her arms.
Just now, it was an emergency. I didn’t wait for Shang Ningye’s consent before pressing myself against her.
I wonder if she minds?
Her palm was still pressed tightly against Shang Ningye’s back, without any gap.
At this moment, Mu Qiuhan finally felt the same unease Shang Ningye had experienced earlier.
Shang Ningye shifted slightly in her embrace, so Mu Qiuhan loosened her arms around her a little.
However, their bodies remained pressed closely together.
Mu Qiuhan didn’t let go, and Shang Ningye made no further movements.
Neither of them wanted to take a step back.
Mu Qiuhan was slightly lost in thought for a moment.
When she came back to her senses, she vaguely felt Shang Ningye’s hands, which were embracing her, begin to roam over her back.
That familiar sweet fragrance in the air entered her nostrils again.
This time, she didn’t avoid the scent. Instead, she followed her heart and carefully moved her palm a little further forward.
Shang Ningye shivered slightly but didn’t pull away.
Her breathing grew heavier under Mu Qiuhan’s touch.
Mu Qiuhan instantly saw Shang Ningye’s face flush as if rouge had been applied to it.
Her gasps were still intensifying.
Shang Ningye leaned in proactively.
She kissed Mu Qiuhan’s lips, then, blushing, took her hand.
When daylight flooded in, Mu Qiuhan opened her eyes after a deep sleep.
She lay on the couch, dazed, savoring the aftertaste for a long time.
It had been so long since she had rested like an ordinary person; she had almost forgotten what sleep felt like.
She had spent countless long nights in cultivation.
This feeling was somewhat unfamiliar, and even more unfamiliar was…
Mu Qiuhan gently turned her head and saw the person still lying beside her with closed eyes.
Shang Ningye’s face was no longer as pale as before.
A faint blush spread beneath her eyes, more dazzling than the sunlight slanting in through the window.
Mu Qiuhan recalled the previous night’s events, and the corners of her lips couldn’t help but curve upwards.
She wanted to turn and kiss the faint rosy glow lying beside her, but she was afraid of disturbing Shang Ningye’s peaceful sleep.
She had just leaned halfway over when she carefully and gently lay back down.
She lay there quietly for an unknown amount of time, then the person beside her suddenly turned over to face her.
Mu Qiuhan saw Shang Ningye’s eyelashes flutter a few times, showing signs of waking up.
She took the opportunity to pull Shang Ningye into her arms.
The person in her arms had indeed woken up.
She seemed to stiffen for a moment.
Mu Qiuhan leaned over and gave Shang Ningye a quick, bird-like peck on the cheek, then quickly pulled back.
She was pleased to see the rosy glow on her face become even more vivid.
The corners of Mu Qiuhan’s eyes involuntarily crinkled upwards.
She then spoke, her voice somewhat lazy.
“Why weren’t you willing to guide the Snow Artemesia from your body into my dantian last night?”
Shang Ningye’s eyelashes fluttered.
Her fine lashes brushed lightly against Mu Qiuhan’s chest a few times.
Making Mu Qiuhan’s heart itch along with it.
Mu Qiuhan’s lips curved. She couldn’t help but lower her head and kiss the back of Shang Ningye’s head, which was buried deep in her embrace.
Shang Ningye shifted restlessly in her arms but didn’t speak.
“Hmm?”
Mu Qiuhan’s voice was lazy, with a slight nasal tone.
Seeing that Shang Ningye still wouldn’t speak, her fingertips brushed over Shang Ningye’s waist and gave it a light pinch.
“I’m asking you a question.”
“I…”
Her waist suddenly felt a little ticklish, and Shang Ningye tried to dodge to the side.
Just as she was about to answer, she found Mu Qiuhan had lowered her head and sealed her lips.
“Mmph…”
Mu Qiuhan kissed her while saying, “I know, you wanted to wait until today to try again.”
In her daze, something soft and fluffy pressed against her cheek again.
Mu Qiuhan’s voice whispered by her ear, bewitching like a spell.
“When your poison is completely cleared, then I’ll let you go out. How about that?”
Shang Ningye felt Mu Qiuhan’s body press close again, and her brow twitched.
They had already been intimate several times last night. Although she enjoyed it, as a result, the demonic energy she had been trying so hard to suppress in her body had surged dramatically.
The Golden Core she had painstakingly cultivated was now completely suppressed by the beast core.
As soon as Mu Qiuhan leaned in, the beast core began to flash with a green light.
It was very excited.
Feeling the demonic energy surging within her once more, Shang Ningye was momentarily unsure if she should continue.
She started to raise her hand to gently push Mu Qiuhan’s lips away.
That person indeed let go of her lips as she wished.
Shang Ningye gasped at Mu Qiuhan’s half-feigned, half-genuine look of complaint.
Hearing her gasp, Mu Qiuhan kissed her a few more times before finally lifting her head from Shang Ningye’s chest.
Her soft, alluring gaze made Shang Ningye almost too shy to look up at her.
And the words she spoke made Shang Ningye turn completely pink.
“I’ve heard that the secret techniques of the Silk Flower Clan can also allow people to share spiritual energy. Perhaps it can draw out the remaining poison in your dantian. If you still refuse to guide the toxins out, I’ll do it myself.”
As she spoke, her lips hinted at moving downwards.
How could Shang Ningye not know what Mu Qiuhan meant by “secret techniques”?
Rather than letting those toxins enter Mu Qiuhan’s body through her throat, it’s better to guide them directly into her dantian to prevent them from spreading within her.
Shang Ningye yielded to Mu Qiuhan’s persistence.
She took a deep breath.
Shang Ningye stopped trying to suppress the demonic energy within her. Instead, she actively mobilized all the Silk Flower essence in her dantian, guiding the poison that had clung to her like bone-deep nails for many years to slowly pass through their touching skin and into Mu Qiuhan’s dantian.
Shang Ningye did it with extreme care.
The Snow Artemesia poison was extremely harmful to her body, and she worried Mu Qiuhan wouldn’t be able to withstand it either, just like her.
But her worry seemed unnecessary; after all, this poison was specifically refined to target her.
Mu Qiuhan didn’t seem to be suffering as much as she had.
Mu Qiuhan supported Shang Ningye’s waist, and when Shang Ningye became somewhat exhausted, she let her head rest on her shoulder again.
Shang Ningye, whether due to the effects of the toxins or genuine exhaustion, went completely limp.
Mu Qiuhan felt the body resting on her shoulder grow heavier.
She gently held the shoulders of the person in her arms and straightened Shang Ningye’s head, only to find that Shang Ningye had completely fainted at some point.
Mu Qiuhan frowned.
She reached out to check Shang Ningye’s pulse and found that everything was normal.
After that, she pressed her dantian tightly against Shang Ningye’s again, trying to draw out a little more of the spiritual energy from her core.
There was no trace of the Snow Artemesia.
Only then did Mu Qiuhan help her lie down and tucked her in.
She draped a robe over herself and sat up on the couch.
Although the sudden addition of toxins in her dantian didn’t affect her much, it was, after all, a foreign substance.
Mu Qiuhan felt that the Fire-Breath Worm seemed much more agitated than before.
The spiritual energy in her core was also abnormally abundant after their dual cultivation.
Mu Qiuhan knew it was time.
She took out Shang Ningye’s storage ring and found the Yin-Yang Mystic Dragon Pill within it.
Mu Qiuhan glanced at the unconscious person on the couch. Thinking about the Biluo Vine she had discovered outside the bedchamber last night, she ultimately tossed the medicinal pill back into the storage ring.
I have to wait until she’s fully awake before I go into seclusion.
Otherwise, if another accident happens, it probably won’t be as simple as last time.