Stealing an Immortal Back to the Demon Realm Chapter 51

While unconscious, Shang Ningye fell into a strange dream.
In the dream, her master, who had passed away many years ago, had somehow come back to life.
Perfected Dao You personally led the sect members to invade the demon realm, vowing to avenge the elders and disciples who had previously perished.
Shang Ningye watched helplessly as Mu Qiuhan, who had lost her spiritual energy, was bound by her master. He then pierced her dantian with the Demon-Subduing Sword.
Mu Qiuhan was covered in blood, her meridians completely severed, yet her master still refused to let her go.
He intended to throw the dying Mu Qiuhan into the Demon-Binding Abyss, vowing to make her soul dissipate, never to be reincarnated.
Shang Ningye kowtowed countless times before her master, but seeing it had no effect, she went to plead with Elder Xuankong.
Who would have thought that Elder Xuankong, usually very reasonable, now wore a cold expression.
He told Shang Ningye that the demon race committed heinous crimes and deserved to be completely exterminated.
Shang Ningye tried to explain to the sect members that the demons weren’t as irredeemably evil as they claimed, but no one would listen.
Helpless, she could only follow Mu Qiuhan and leap into the Demon-Binding Abyss.
Falling endlessly, falling endlessly.
In her sleep, Shang Ningye’s face was deathly pale, her eyelashes trembling ceaselessly, as if she were experiencing something painful.
Mu Qiuhan held her hand and called her name softly by her ear.
Shang Ningye’s chest heaved sharply.
She awoke from the sensation of endless falling. When she opened her eyes, she was drenched in a cold sweat.
Mu Qiuhan was sitting by her bedside, looking at her with a worried expression.
Seeing her awake, Mu Qiuhan released her hand and used a soft, white silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Shang Ningye felt Mu Qiuhan’s jade-like hand gently stroke the contours of her face, her eyes filled with tenderness.
“Is there anything wrong?”
Shang Ningye stared blankly at Mu Qiuhan for a moment before gently shaking her head.
“No.”
Mu Qiuhan stared at her suspiciously for a long time but couldn’t discern anything from Shang Ningye’s expression.
So, she tentatively asked, “Try circulating your spiritual energy. See if the poison in your dantian has been cleared.”
Shang Ningye remained dazed, making no move.
Mu Qiuhan deliberately reached for Shang Ningye’s abdomen, pretending to undo her undergarments.
“Do you want me to do it?”
Her hand stopped halfway, not moving any further.
To Mu Qiuhan’s surprise, Shang Ningye neither tried to dodge nor showed any intention of circulating her spiritual energy.
She just lifted her head and looked at her deeply several times.
Under this almost staring gaze, Mu Qiuhan felt somewhat awkward and withdrew her hand.
Unexpectedly, Shang Ningye didn’t stop there. Instead, she mimicked Mu Qiuhan’s earlier action, stepped forward, and directly untied Mu Qiuhan’s robes.
Fair skin appeared before her eyes.
Shang Ningye’s gaze focused on the area of Mu Qiuhan’s dantian.
Seeing no wound, she secretly sighed in relief.
As if still uneasy, she reached out again and touched Mu Qiuhan’s flat abdomen.
And touched it again.
Mu Qiuhan looked up at Shang Ningye.
Confirming she didn’t detect any trace of amorous emotion in the other’s eyes, Mu Qiuhan became somewhat puzzled.
She lowered her gaze, watching the person who was repeatedly stroking her abdomen.
Shang Ningye looked more like she was investigating and confirming something.
Mu Qiuhan took a light breath and pressed down on Shang Ningye’s hand, which was caressing her abdomen like a feather.
“What exactly is wrong?”
Shang Ningye seemed to finally come back to her senses.
A faint blush slowly crept onto her face.
Shang Ningye was naturally beautiful, but her usual cold demeanor suppressed her enchanting aura.
However, after those intimate encounters, Mu Qiuhan intuitively felt that Shang Ningye had changed somewhat.
She couldn’t quite pinpoint what was different.
Mu Qiuhan just felt that Shang Ningye, in her current state, was particularly endearing.
She gently pulled Shang Ningye into her embrace, her tone involuntarily softening.
“You can tell me anything.”
Held in Mu Qiuhan’s embrace, the panic from losing her in the dream finally subsided a little.
She subconsciously rested her head on Mu Qiuhan and her arms involuntarily tightened around her.
Mu Qiuhan sensed that Shang Ningye’s emotions seemed a bit off, but she didn’t dare disturb this sudden display of affection.
They embraced in silence for a while, then Shang Ningye asked, “The Snow Artemisia in your body, is it causing any discomfort?”
Mu Qiuhan then realized.
So she was worried about the poison.
Mu Qiuhan smiled and comforted her softly, “Don’t worry. Since you’re awake, I plan to take the Yin-Yang Mystic Dragon Pill. The ingredients in the pill can suppress this poison. Besides, once I return to the Mahayana stage, the poison will naturally be cured.”
Shang Ningye hummed in acknowledgment and asked, “That cultivation method you found for me last time, do you still have it?”
Mu Qiuhan was stunned by her words.
The image of Shang Ningye decisively refusing her without hesitation not long ago appeared in her mind.
What’s wrong now?
Was it because the Biluo Vine that suddenly appeared in the palace last night made her uneasy?
Mu Qiuhan felt extremely guilty for a moment.
After all, it was her negligence; she hadn’t protected her well.
Mu Qiuhan’s embrace tightened subconsciously, a hint of lingering fear in her voice.
“You don’t need to force yourself. Yesterday was an accident. Believe me, it won’t happen again.”
Shang Ningye could understand Mu Qiuhan’s current fear and guilt.
But now, she also had someone she wanted to protect and couldn’t allow herself to remain so powerless.
She somewhat awkwardly hugged Mu Qiuhan’s neck back and smiled at her.
“I’m not forcing myself. I want to learn it.”
Seeing Mu Qiuhan’s brows furrow at this, Shang Ningye gently smoothed the wrinkle on her forehead.
“Carry me to the hot spring. I want to take a bath.”
For a moment, Mu Qiuhan even doubted if she had heard correctly.
When Shang Ningye sighed softly and got off the bed in her undergarments, Mu Qiuhan stared at her blankly.
“Where are you going?”
Shang Ningye gave her a profound look.
So it wasn’t unwillingness, but that she hadn’t heard.
The trace of resentment in her heart suddenly vanished.
She gave Mu Qiuhan a bright, captivating smile.
“To the hot spring for a soak.”
Mu Qiuhan felt as if Shang Ningye’s gaze at that moment was a fuse, firmly tugging at her soul.
Like a puppet, she followed Shang Ningye to the hot spring.
Shang Ningye untied her undergarments and slowly stepped into the small pool.
Mu Qiuhan’s gaze lingered for a moment on Shang Ningye’s jade-like skin.
Then slid over her slender waist.
Just as she was about to look away, Shang Ningye turned around, looking at her with a teasing smile, her eyes full of affection, like a seductive siren.
“Aren’t you coming down?”
Mu Qiuhan’s breathing suddenly grew heavy.
Considering Shang Ningye had just woken from a deep sleep, Mu Qiuhan forced herself to take two steps back.
But before she could turn and retreat, a vine tripped her.
Shang Ningye, using little strength, pulled Mu Qiuhan to her side.
She hugged her, not caring if the steam and water would dampen Mu Qiuhan’s robes.
“Didn’t you promise before to share the Yin-Yang Mystic Dragon Pill with me? I have a better way.”
The steam rising from the pool billowed upwards.
Streaks of emerald green light flickered within the mist, enveloping the two of them.
That was spiritual energy overflowing from Shang Ningye’s dantian.
Mu Qiuhan felt the rapidly circulating spiritual energy in her meridians pass through their close-pressed skin, surge towards Shang Ningye’s body, and then be completely sent back by Shang Ningye using a secret technique.
With this back and forth, the spiritual energy in her dantian became even more abundant than before.
Amidst her shock, she couldn’t help but marvel inwardly. The secret arts of the Silk Flower Clan actually have such an effect?
It’s indeed not as ordinary as those dual cultivation methods recorded in books.
The medicinal power of the Yin-Yang Mystic Dragon Pill also circulated around their bodies with the spiritual energy.
After cultivating for some time, Mu Qiuhan felt the burning, swelling sensation in her dantian continuously intensifying.
She circulated her spiritual energy for an internal inspection; her spiritual root seemed to be reshaped by the pill’s power.
Opening her eyes, she saw that Shang Ningye’s complexion didn’t look too good.
Mu Qiuhan knew she couldn’t continue.
Shang Ningye’s spiritual root was inferior to hers; she probably couldn’t withstand the sudden influx of the Yin-Yang Mystic Dragon Pill’s medicinal power.
She tried to stop, but Shang Ningye refused.
Seeing she couldn’t persuade her, Mu Qiuhan didn’t force it. However, the circulation of spiritual energy within their bodies slowed down considerably as a result.
For three whole days, the medicinal power of the Yin-Yang Mystic Dragon Pill was finally completely absorbed.
Mu Qiuhan felt the fullness in her dantian, knowing her cultivation level had risen significantly.
Looking at her spiritual root again, it was also vastly different from before.
She nodded in satisfaction.
This way, to restore her former cultivation level, she would only need time.
I wonder how Shang Ningye is doing.
Considering the other was a woman of few words, Mu Qiuhan conveniently pulled Shang Ningye’s arm over and placed her fingers on her pulse.
Upon checking, she suddenly froze.
The Golden Core in Shang Ningye’s abdomen seemed to have vanished into thin air, replaced by a beast core glowing with an emerald green light.
The beast core shimmered with a gentle light, seeming a size larger than a few days ago.
Mu Qiuhan instantly recalled the faint sense of unease she had felt during their dual cultivation these past few days.
At the time, she hadn’t thought much of it, assuming Shang Ningye’s cultivation method was special, or that the continuous influx of spiritual energy into her dantian was from the Yin-Yang Mystic Dragon Pill.
Now, it seemed that wasn’t entirely the case.
She looked at Shang Ningye with a complicated expression, unsure how to speak for a moment.
Did she just dissipate all the spiritual energy she had painstakingly cultivated over so many years?
Shang Ningye knew Mu Qiuhan was already aware of the changes within her.
She noticed the unease in Mu Qiuhan’s eyes and smiled.
“It was an obstacle anyway. Better to give it to you, so it’s not wasted.”
Her gaze shifted, landing warmly on Mu Qiuhan. “Besides, I’ve gained quite a bit from this too, haven’t I?”
Mu Qiuhan couldn’t refute it and could only probe Shang Ningye’s dantian again.
She actually broke through the Golden Core stage and reached the Nascent Soul stage?
Although the lightning tribulation for demons is most powerful during their shapeshifting, subsequent tribulations are less severe.
But it’s not like there are none at all.
Shang Ningye… this is?
As if sensing Mu Qiuhan’s confusion, Shang Ningye leaned close to her ear and whispered, “If someone from my Silk Flower Clan uses a secret art to advance their realm during dual cultivation, and if the other person’s cultivation is higher, the Heavenly Dao will mistake the cultivation as belonging to the other person and won’t send down a lightning tribulation.”
She didn’t say anything more.
If the situation were reversed, the lightning tribulation would be borne by the Silk Flower Clan member.
This was another reason why Shang Ningye had been unwilling to practice demonic arts for many years.
There were always people who wanted to exploit this loophole in the Heavenly Dao, using the special constitution of the Silk Flower Clan members, trying every means to transfer the lightning tribulation onto them during their own tribulation.
Regardless of whether the methods were righteous or cruel.