Chapter 77: A Surge of Rewards, Qian Xunji Cries in the Restroom

Hoo-hoo—The mountain wind howled, its chill biting into the bones.

After consuming the antidote pill crafted by Zhou Yi, Ling Yuan Douluo, with her Titled Douluo cultivation, quickly began neutralizing the poison within her body.

However, the toxins were not yet fully purged.

Ling Yuan Douluo gradually regained consciousness, uncertain if it was the icy wind or sheer pain that had roused her—or perhaps both.

"Ah—!"

When Ling Yuan Douluo awoke and took stock of her current situation, it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her on a clear day. Her mind went blank.

The next moment, her instincts took over. She mobilized her Soul Power, ready to blast away the despicable man who had taken advantage of her.

Boom!

Her Soul Power surged like a tidal wave, yet the man before her remained unmoving, steadfast as a boulder in the ocean amidst a raging storm.

"Die!"

Ling Yuan Douluo raised her hand and struck Zhou Yi's chest with her full strength, showing no mercy.

Clang!

The sound that followed resembled the ringing of an ancient bell. Not only did her attack fail to harm him, but the rebound left her arm numb.

Had it not been for her poisoned state and weakened condition, the backlash from such a blow might have shattered her arm.

Even so, Zhou Yi instinctively reacted, much like an enraged lion.

His retaliation was fierce, leaving Ling Yuan Douluo in an even more dire predicament.

Huff…

Exhaling heavily, Ling Yuan Douluo felt her previously gathered strength dissipate.

If resistance was futile, then…

Time passed uncertainly. When Zhou Yi's eyes finally cleared, the uncontrollable power surging through his body had completely calmed.

Ling Yuan Douluo's usually cold, aloof gaze was now misty and unfocused as she stared at the deep, starry night sky. The bright moon shone in the heavens, surrounded by countless twinkling stars.

The night was tranquil and beautiful—a romantic scene for some.

For her, however, it was nothing short of a nightmare.

Zhou Yi turned over and embraced Ling Yuan Douluo, holding her slender waist tightly. His chest pressed against her smooth, jade-like back as he enjoyed the fleeting peace after their storm of chaos.

Resting his chin on her fragrant shoulder, Zhou Yi inhaled the faint floral scent lingering in her hair. He whispered softly in her ear,

"Don't worry—I'll take responsibility for you."

Ling Yuan Douluo's blank gaze shifted to Zhou Yi. She couldn't believe that her simple curiosity about Martial God City had led to such a disaster.

It was her own greed to blame.

Had she not been tempted by the treasures that accompanied the phenomenon, she wouldn't have succumbed to the poison, nor would she have been "picked up" by Zhou Yi.

"Leave," she said coldly. The thought of his earlier savagery left her in no mood to care about his so-called responsibility.

Zhou Yi, however, showed no intention of leaving. Instead, his arms tightened around her delicate frame. He flipped his hand, and a small, exquisite jade box appeared.

The box opened to reveal a golden, lustrous pill.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ling Yuan Douluo glanced at it, her expression remaining icy and unreadable.

"This is a Supreme Eternal Youth Pill," Zhou Yi explained gently near her ear. "Not only does it grant eternal youth, but it also restores lost vitality."

He continued, "Even I don't have many of these. This one's for you."

Ling Yuan Douluo's pupils narrowed slightly.

A Supreme Eternal Youth Pill?

Eternal youth? Restoring vitality?

Could such a miraculous pill truly exist?

As a Spirit Hall elder, she had never even heard of such a thing.

But Zhou Yi had always been enigmatic. Perhaps he truly possessed such a wondrous treasure.

"Open your mouth," Zhou Yi said softly, holding the pill close to her lips.

Ling Yuan Douluo hesitated, her curiosity and desire for the pill warring with her pride.

Yet after what he had just put her through, could she really allow herself to be swayed by a single pill?

Gulp.

The temptation was too great. She couldn't help but swallow it.

The moment the pill entered her mouth, it dissolved instantly, transforming into a warm current that flowed through her entire body, particularly focusing on her face.

Her cheeks felt warm.

"Could it really be working?" she wondered. But in her current state, with no strength and no way to separate from Zhou Yi, she couldn't see her own reflection.

Zhou Yi, seemingly aware of her thoughts, produced a mirror with another wave of his hand.

Under the moonlight, Ling Yuan Douluo looked into the mirror.

Her face, flushed and radiant, seemed unchanged at first glance. Yet as a woman—and a Titled Douluo at that—she was acutely familiar with her appearance.

Not even the smallest detail escaped her notice.

She had truly regained her youth.

In fact, the reflection in the mirror looked even more perfect than her twenty-year-old self.

Was this real?

It felt like a dream.

Too surreal.

"Beautiful, isn't it? And from now on, you'll forever retain this youthful appearance, untouched by time," Zhou Yi whispered softly into her ear.

Ling Yuan said nothing, but Zhou Yi could sense that her cold demeanor from before had softened.

Earlier, his power had spiraled out of control, causing him to lose his reason.

It had been a bit much.

Thus, Zhou Yi had prepared to make it up to her properly. And while at it, he intended to steal her heart—ensuring that she would bear his children in the future.

"I have some homemade medicinal wine here, brewed with various spiritual herbs. It's very effective. Let me give you a sip—it's cold at night," Zhou Yi said, producing a flask of medicinal wine and gently bringing it to Ling Yuan's lips.

With the help of the youth-retaining pill, Ling Yuan cooperated, taking a small sip.

The wine flowed warmly through her, easing her discomfort.

Ling Yuan was astonished to find that the wine even had healing properties. Previously, she had been poisoned. Though Zhou Yi had neutralized it, some residual damage lingered. On top of that, she had suffered injuries when Zhou Yi's relentless attacks had left her battered. Even after waking, her fierce resistance against Zhou Yi had caused further strain.

Zhou Yi's Golden Bell Shield, with its innate counterforce, had not made things any easier.

Yet now, her injuries seemed to be healing rapidly.

"Hm? This wine is unusual!"

Suddenly, Ling Yuan's delicate brows furrowed, her eyes widening in surprise. "This wine can even enhance cultivation?!"

To her knowledge, as a Titled Douluo, reaching her level was already immensely challenging. She was currently at Rank 91.

In the original timeline, decades later, she would only reach Rank 92 or 93 before meeting her end. It was clear that her potential was nearly capped in this lifetime.

But now, just one sip of this wine had significantly advanced her cultivation.

If she drank the entire flask, she estimated she could rise at least one rank.

A single flask of wine to increase a rank?

And for a Titled Douluo, no less.

How terrifying was that? If word spread, it would undoubtedly cause a sensation.

"It does indeed enhance cultivation," Zhou Yi said gently, his cheek brushing against hers. "If you like it, drink more."

He continued to coax her, and Ling Yuan took a few more gulps. Her cheeks reddened further, making her look even more alluring.

"In a few days, how about I marry you into my household?" Zhou Yi said softly, his hand resting somewhere suggestive. "I'll personally teach you powerful martial arts techniques, provide supplementary spiritual medicines, and if not becoming a god, I guarantee you'll reach Rank 99 and become a Pinnacle Douluo within ten years."

Ling Yuan's body trembled, and a fiery desire burned in her eyes.

As a Rank 91 Titled Douluo, who wouldn't want to grow stronger?

Reaching godhood seemed too distant a dream, but achieving Rank 99—the pinnacle of Titled Douluos—was a cherished aspiration.

However, for Titled Douluos, advancing even one rank was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Especially after Rank 95, where each step was a monumental challenge.

"But would the Supreme Pontiff and the Grand Consecration allow it?" Ling Yuan hesitated for a moment, ignoring Zhou Yi's mischievous hand, and brought up Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu.

Clearly, she had already agreed.

Zhou Yi was not surprised.

If he couldn't win over Ling Yuan under these circumstances, he might as well find a block of tofu and end it all.

"As long as you're willing, no one can stop me from marrying you!" Zhou Yi declared boldly. "Even if they oppose it, they'll have to accept it."

Qian Xunji: You scoundrel! First, you stole my Holy Maiden, and now you're targeting my Elder. I'll fight you to the death!

Zhou Yi: I'll let you use both hands and feet. Retreat even one step, and I'll admit defeat!

"Mm." Ling Yuan's eyes flickered with shyness, her voice as soft as a whispering mosquito.

"Earlier, I wasn't in control. Did I hurt you?" Zhou Yi asked.

"N-no… it's fine," Ling Yuan stammered, her head dipping down in embarrassment.

Breathing in the light fragrance of her hair, Zhou Yi murmured by her ear, "Earlier, I was out of it. Shall we try again?"

Ling Yuan wanted to refuse, but she couldn't bring herself to dampen Zhou Yi's enthusiasm. After all, one shouldn't bite the hand that feeds.

With the Supreme Eternal Youth Pill and now the spiritual wine...

Ling Yuan's silence spoke volumes, and Zhou Yi understood instantly, his heart surging with joy and anticipation.

Meanwhile, his consciousness glanced at the system rewards to boost his excitement.

[System Rewards]

Reward 1: Starry Immortal Robe.

Reward 2: Spirit Ring Upgrade Card (upgrades any spirit ring to 100,000 years).

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