A shower of Qi rains down on me from Senior Song.

During periods of intense shared pleasure, cultivators tend to collect and release a concentrated amount of Qi. It’s part of the reason why dual cultivation is successful, as it’s an easy way for both partners to not only merge and cultivate together, but collect just that much more from the local environment.

Of course, other things come out as well that are more typical of such situations. Things that are a bit more liquid in nature.

But despite that, I’m frozen in place, unable to stop myself from staring at Senior Gong’s face.

She’s overwhelmingly gorgeous.

Since being in this world, I’ve found that most people in this world would be considered at least moderately attractive in mine.

On top of that, there are many people who far exceed the beauty of my world, being so attractive that it’s partially questionable whether they’re even real. Such as Wu Qing, the yellow sashes leader or the young blonde woman who seems to be still angry at me for ignoring her.

Senior Song’s youthful beauty is unquestionably above them.

If before, she looked to be in her 80s, and still conventionally attractive for an older woman (in my world), now she looks to be in her high 20s, with her features that sagged from age becoming far sharper. In my world, it would be questioned whether she is a goddess of beauty.

But the change is more than the obvious.

Jet black hair in a half-ponytail, with majestic curls cascading in slight waves.

Large, hazy blue eyes slanted slightly upwards like a cat, giving off a seductive, mysterious air.

A face that exudes gentleness and grace.

… and an excessively voluptuous, hourglass body that rises and falls with her labored breath.

Those same aspects are even more tantalizing with the blush across her pale body from the… strenuous activities from before.

There’s also something that is very familiar to me. A thick and enrapturing scent of vanilla and jasmine with woody undertones capturing my thoughts.

Even more dangerously, a slightly sweet scent emanates from a certain soaked area of her body.

My eyes hover there, before I tear them away.

I now have realized what my scent does to other women.

This woman, Song Nuan, is all that fills my mind.

Using my healing aura and cultivation method on her only enhanced these natural qualities of hers.

…

I want to stay by her side, if possible.

…

I immediately use both healing abilities on myself, which alleviates the daze I was in, but doesn’t help the sheer attraction I still feel.

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It’s not a negative effect, just her state of being. The good thing is, is that if it had the effect of controlling me, it would stop it.

Unfortunately, though…. The subconscious aspect will always be there. This differs from the hypnotism of Wu Qing. It’s just how she is. She’s just that pretty.

Using my willpower, I force myself back on track.

I need to focus on this situation. This is a dangerous moment.

After that enrapturing scream and a shower of qi bursting from within Senior Song, everything had gone silent soon after, except for the soft, delicate sounds of her breathing.

In the next few minutes, I expect she will come down from the emotional high of such an intense sensation. Soon after, a realization of what had just occurred will certainly cause issues.

While she is glassy eyed now, her eyes will be sharp with accusation, if this isn’t framed correctly.

So, I do the only thing that would work best in this situation.

I grab a towel, water, and tea for when she wakes up. The last item that I grab is also a mirror for her to see her appearance.

By the time I return with these items, she’s just arising from her previous state. With the slow realizations that come from this, does not bode well for me.

I immediately take the initiative.

“Senior Song? Here’s your water. You need this to rehydrate. I’ve also prepared an herbal tea to assist with this.”

Before she can say anything, this seems to stop her in her tracks. Her suspicious look is mitigated by the professional aura that I’m giving off. Cautiously, she accepts the water and leaves the tea.

She doesn’t actually need to rehydrate, but it should help with her mindset. A placebo.

After this, I then hand her the towel, while adding in some additional words.

“With these types of healing techniques, some… additional effects sometimes occur. My apologies, but you may need this for cleaning up.”

Obviously, this is not enough to quell the irritation that one would feel from being put through such embarrassment. Her face remains red and her eyes focused on me.

Though, there seems to be something else there too. Something that is definitely not conducive to making it through this moment.

I finish gathering her attention with my final item.

The mirror.

Raising It to her face, I finally let her see result of the efforts.

She immediately freezes in place, disbelieving her eyes. Other thoughts forgotten. I can even see strands of qi sent out to the mirror to see if it is enchanted.

Her lips tremble, as her shaking hand reaches towards it as well. The other hand strays to the wisps of black hair that lay in front of her eyes. And then to her skin, which she cautiously touches, flinching at the feeling.

After a moment of contemplation, she runs her qi through her body even more thoroughly than before.

It appears to just be a final confirmation of all the changes in her body.

But the flow of qi doesn’t stop…

It keeps rising and rising.

The hairs all over my body rise as the both of us realize a chain reaction has started. One that all cultivators know of.

A tribulation. She’s about to pass into Nascent Soul.

Before I can even blink or register the action, I find myself safely moved to the side of the room, as she forms several symbols with her hands. From her shoots out a significant quantity of qi that leads to the ceiling of the building, illuminating a massive formation that my scan shows encompass the entire building.

And that’s when the ceiling opened up.

Not normally, mind you… but as if reality itself was folding in on itself. Very reminiscent of what I’ve only seen in movies, like Inception or Doctor Strange.

She shoots into the air, moving through these changing parts Like a snake in the grass. I quickly switched to my scan to keep track of her and her actions.

She’s flying frantically on a sword to the top of the building, which, as I had seen from the outside, is perilously high. Adding to that, like everything on this mountain, the space inside is slightly larger than it is on the outside. Even with that, she continues moving on the inside, as if there’s some special purpose to it.

Wait. Everything seems to move the slightest bit slower outside the tower… did she initiate some kind of time change with that formation?

But I have not time to think more about it. The entire tower itself shakes.

A massive storm is forming above the tower, covering it and rumbling with an intensity that shakes all the mountain peaks nearby.

The air shivers with threats of death and destruction. A strange form of electricity surges through. My scan picks up countless bolts being created.

It feels as if the world itself is arming itself.

While not focused on me, it gives the feeling that if I dared to get involved, it would send its might at me, as well.

… I’m not sure I can regenerate from even one of these bolts, if it were to hit me.

Senior Song soars through countless moving areas at a high speed. Just to keep track of her causes me to strain my scan a bit.

BOOM

And she just makes it to the top of the building, as the first bolt strikes her.