Chapter 65: Absorbing Yin to Replenish Yang

After Ling Tian finished eating, he waited a while longer. Shi Xiaocai and his companions woke up, their injuries completely healed. They immediately wanted to seek revenge, but Lin Youya and Song Xiaomei held them back.

Ling Tian also stopped them, saying, “Don’t rush. You’ve just recovered and are still a bit weak. Eat first and rest well. Tomorrow we’ll figure out how to deal with them. Besides, I’m very weak right now and need to rest.”

Shi Xiaocai and the others saw Ling Tian’s pale face and understood immediately. Their own rapid recovery was surely due to Ling Tian’s use of true energy, and they felt deeply grateful. Thus, they listened to him and restrained themselves.

After a few more words, seeing that Shi Xiaocai and his friends were fully healed, Ling Tian prepared to leave, but even his steps were unsteady.

“Ling Tian, where are you going? You’re so weak, and you still want to go out?” Lin Youya was genuinely concerned. This man was rarely so frail—except for that time he treated his grandfather.

“To replenish my yang, I need a woman,” Ling Tian replied, walking out. Since Lin Youya wouldn’t give herself to him, he could only seek out Li Youran, whose Nine Yin Physique would be a great supplement to him.

“You!” Lin Youya was left speechless and frustrated; she knew he must be going to find Li Youran.

Sometimes Lin Youya envied Li Youran deeply. How could she be so unconcerned? Occasionally, Lin Youya genuinely wanted to be this bad man’s woman, but she felt it would be unfair—she, so beautiful, clever, and from a good family, why should she share a man with others?

But Li Youran’s qualities were no less than her own, and yet she didn’t care. Lin Youya decided she’d have a serious talk with Li Youran when she had the chance.

Meanwhile, Ling Tian, swaying slightly, arrived at Li Youran’s residence, startling her.

“Ling Tian, why is your face so pale?” Li Youran asked, full of concern.

Ling Tian didn’t answer; he pulled Li Youran into his arms, burying his face into her neck and inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicating, full of feminine charm.

Li Youran’s long hair cascaded to her waist, and she wore a white silk nightdress tied at the waist with a large bow, freshness mingling with allure. Ling Tian held her tightly, unwilling to let go.

“What’s wrong with you?” Li Youran sensed Ling Tian was acting strangely and grew worried.

“Wife, I used my true energy to heal Shi Xiaocai and the others, so now I need to replenish it,” Ling Tian said, weakly.

“They were injured? How do you replenish your true energy?” Li Youran asked with concern.

“Yes, they were beaten, but I’ve healed them. The process drained my true energy, so I need to supplement it from you,” Ling Tian said, hugging her tighter.

“How do I do that? Is it like in the TV shows, where I transfer energy to you?” Li Youran asked, puzzled.

“It’s the method of gathering yin to replenish yang. I need you several times. You have the Nine Yin Physique, I have the Nine Yang Physique—don’t worry, it won’t harm your body,” Ling Tian explained, lifting Li Youran and carrying her to the bedroom.

“But you’re so weak. Are you sure this won’t hurt you even more?” Li Youran now understood his intentions but was still concerned. People always said excessive activity was harmful, especially when ill, but Ling Tian seemed to contradict that.

“Silly girl, of course not. When I’m at my weakest, you’re my best medicine. Remember, as long as I have you, I’ll never be in danger,” Ling Tian said earnestly. As long as he had a breath left, Li Youran could make him well again—such is the way of yin and yang.

Hearing this, Li Youran felt reassured.

When Ling Tian placed Li Youran on the bed, she surprised him by taking the initiative to kiss him. Then she whispered, “Tonight, let me take care of you, husband.”

Ling Tian’s heart fluttered as Li Youran pressed him onto the bed. He hadn’t expected this gentle girl to ever be so proactive; he knew she was moved by his weakness and cared for him, and he felt even more touched.

Li Youran gently undid Ling Tian’s clothes, kissing her way down from his neck, her soft hands caressing him.

“Mmm!” Ling Tian moaned softly, overwhelmed by the sensation, especially because Li Youran, ethereal as she was, had a unique charm when she took the lead.

“Husband, does it feel good?” Li Youran, taking the initiative for the first time, also found it novel. Boldly, she grasped Ling Tian’s member, already hard and ready.

“Mmm, it feels wonderful,” Ling Tian could no longer hold back. He rolled her beneath him, stripping off her silk nightdress—she wore nothing underneath, exciting him further.

“You’re not tired anymore?” Li Youran saw how full of energy Ling Tian now looked, surprised.

“How can a man admit fatigue at a time like this? Wife, here I come!” Ling Tian found Li Youran already prepared and entered her without hesitation, feeling utter bliss.

A wave of energy, delighting Ling Tian to his bones, flowed into him with their movements—the aura of the Nine Yin Physique, quickly replenishing his depleted true energy.

With his energy restored, Ling Tian grew more vigorous, but soon noticed Li Youran’s stamina flagging, her cheeks flushed and eyes hazy.

He realized, embarrassed, that he’d been focusing on replenishing his own energy and had neglected to share some Nine Yang energy with Li Youran. She hadn’t activated the techniques from the Yin-Yang Method, truly submitting herself to the process.

“Wife, use the Yin-Yang Method now and absorb my yang energy,” Ling Tian said, sending some energy into her.

“I want to replenish yours, not absorb,” Li Youran answered seriously.

“Wife, the balance of yin and yang gives rise to all things. It’s about equilibrium—you absorb mine, I absorb yours, and that’s the path to sustained vitality,” Ling Tian explained, continuing his movements. Li Youran, hearing this, began to activate the Yin-Yang Method.

Now, their union was not just physical but a cultivation as well; it lasted two hours before they finished.

Li Youran lay limp and exhausted, while Ling Tian was full of vigor, his lost energy fully restored. He wanted to continue, but seeing Li Youran’s condition, he couldn’t bear to push further—a woman's stamina could never match a man’s.

They embraced as they fell asleep, enjoying a sweet night together.

That night, Lin Youya lay awake, restless. She missed Ling Tian’s embrace.

Elsewhere, two people harbored malicious intent, colluding together—an adulterous pair.

At the home of Liu Zihao, son of the provincial governor.

Lin Youqin lay on Liu Zihao’s bed. They had just indulged in wild passion, but neither was truly satisfied.

After that wild night with Ling Tian, Lin Youqin had tasted the forbidden fruit and craved more. She had sought out other men, but none could satisfy her like Ling Tian had—none could reach that soul-shaking fulfillment.

Even Liu Zihao couldn’t satisfy her, though he was better than most, save Ling Tian.

Liu Zihao was also frustrated. His mind was full of Lin Youya’s image. Not having her that day left him more resentful, and since then, Lin Youya had grown colder towards him. He didn’t know if he still had a chance.

He had been with many women, but none could replace Lin Youya. He found no satisfaction with anyone, including Lin Youqin, who once had pleased him greatly.

“What’s wrong? Still want more?” Liu Zihao asked, seeing Lin Youqin’s seductive demeanor, his hand roaming over her ample chest. This woman was like a bottomless pit—no single man could satisfy her.

Lin Youqin’s first time had been with Liu Zihao. Back then, she was innocent and easily pleased, but she grew more lustful, gradually seeking other men. Of course, Liu Zihao always had other women, too. Ultimately, they never ended up together, but occasionally indulged each other.

“I do, but I want Ling Tian even more,” Lin Youqin confessed softly.

“Damn it, lying in my bed and dreaming of another man. Watch how I deal with you!” Liu Zihao, annoyed, pressed Lin Youqin beneath him and launched another assault. He refused to believe he was inferior to Ling Tian.

“Hmph, you’re thinking of another woman while with me. Neither of us should judge the other. Others may not know you, but I do,” Lin Youqin retorted, her body responding nonetheless.

“Tonight, I’ll make you submit completely!” Liu Zihao declared, thrusting harder.

“Ah!” Lin Youqin finally couldn’t hold back, her whole body trembling, yet she found great satisfaction.

Half an hour later, Lin Youqin leaned on Liu Zihao’s shoulder, and they began to chat—about Lin Youya and Ling Tian. Both had their own motives.

“Zihao, I heard Ling Tian isn’t ordinary. He’s skilled in medicine and martial arts. Today, in the detention center, he single-handedly took down three men—two of them were professional Sanda champions hired by Zhang Ye, and one was a Muay Thai master, another practiced Bajiquan.”

Lin Youqin kept close tabs on Ling Tian, her sources were reliable.

“No matter how skilled he is, he’s still a commoner. In the face of power, he’s nothing!” Liu Zihao scoffed.

“He’s from a wealthy family, very wealthy, and low-key,” Lin Youqin didn’t want Liu Zihao to belittle Ling Tian.

“No matter what, he can’t escape my grasp. At worst, I’ll get rid of him,” Liu Zihao, dressed respectably, was ruthless at heart.

“My goal is only to break them up. You’re not allowed to harm Ling Tian!” Lin Youqin sat up abruptly, looking at Liu Zihao with cold eyes.

“For your sake, I’ll try to spare him,” Liu Zihao didn’t want to anger her, so he didn’t make an absolute promise. But silently, he added: But I’ll cripple him.