Chapter 491: Forced Dual Cultivation, Vile Disposition
As the monk robe slipped off, the momentarily assertive tone in Fu Linglong’s voice faded. Her face turned slightly pale. But the flush on her cheeks, brought on by the lustful poison in her body, masked her fear of the unknown that was about to happen.
“At worst, it'll be just like three days ago… bitten once by you. No… no, wait—not by you, by a mosquito.” Fu Linglong forced herself to ignore the strange sensation from Wei Tu’s calloused fingers brushing over her skin. She clenched her teeth, breathing lightly as she stiffened her neck and spoke.
“I’m not that cheap, not about to just hand over my body. But this lustful poison… even with my Buddha heart, I can’t suppress it. To save my life, I’ve got no choice but to do this.”
“Giving it to you is at least better than giving it to some random beggars.”
As she spoke, Fu Linglong shot Wei Tu a taunting glance, full of contempt. Her face radiated pride, like she was some noble lady tossing a cheap reward to a servant. In her mind, Wei Tu—who now stood over her, pressing close—was no different from the filthy beggars before.
Letting him have her body was nothing more than charity from someone of her status. It wouldn't stain her dignity in the slightest.
But the moment those words left her mouth, and Wei Tu paused in surprise, she bit her lip hard. She tensed her long legs hidden beneath the grass, trying to hide just how badly the lustful poison was getting to her.
Unfortunately, even as she arched her feet like a drawn bow and curled her toes inside her shoes, she couldn’t relieve the heat inside her.
She realized, even trying to suppress the poison with her Buddha heart now was nearly impossible.
‘Why is this poison so damn persistent?’
‘Not good! Am I really going to lose it this time?’
Realizing the Buddha heart was useless, panic surged inside her. Regret flooded her mind.
She hadn’t meant for things to go this far. She just wanted to mess with Wei Tu. Lure him in when he was at his most desperate, then pull back at the last second and mock him.
As the number one beauty in Liao Prefecture, Fu Linglong had full confidence she could bait him.
But she never meant to go all the way. She never wanted to actually give herself to him.
She didn’t hate Wei Tu to the bone, but every time she saw him, she was furious. Angry beyond reason… She wanted to repay the humiliation he’d given her—tenfold.
She wanted to humiliate him right back.
‘What now?!’ Fu Linglong’s heart pounded.
She could clearly feel the heat of her breath brushing over her lips, the itchy, damp warmth spreading through her body.
‘Screw it! Just think of it like getting bit by a mosquito!’ Fu Linglong shut her eyes tightly, repeating the words she’d just used to mock Wei Tu, trying to comfort herself.
And with that, she let go.
She spread her limbs wide, opened her dazed eyes, and threw Wei Tu another defiant look.
Wei Tu wasn’t even sure if she was pretending anymore or genuinely affected.
Before he revealed his identity, her sharp tongue didn’t exactly scream ‘helplessly poisoned.’
But at this point, there was no backing out. He couldn’t pretend to be some saint under a tree again.
If this really was poison, and he didn’t help her, and she died… with all her backup plans in place, he’d be in deep trouble.
On the other hand, if she was faking it, and he backed out now… he’d be a joke to her for the rest of his life.
‘Putting aside her rotten personality, her looks and cultivation are both top-tier in the entire cultivation world. It’s not a loss for me,’ Wei Tu thought.
Actually, for him, this was more than not a loss—it was a huge gain.
The yin essence of a female Nascent Soul cultivator was as good as a high-grade cultivation pill to someone of the same realm.
That’s why, decades ago, when Master Hongjing tricked him and Cao Mi, she’d lied about Ancestor Luo being kidnapped by Yin Mozi to be used as a dual cultivation furnace.
And unlike Ancestor Luo, Fu Linglong was a Nascent Soul with a spiritual body. Her yin essence was far more potent.
‘Let’s just treat this as cultivation.’
Wei Tu made up his mind.
After that, he looked down again at the once defiant little nun who’d just been mocking him.
Now, her arrogance was gone. Her face was unnaturally flushed. Her red lips let out unconscious moans, and her body squirmed helplessly on the moon-white monk robe. It didn’t look fake at all.
Seeing that, Wei Tu’s heart softened. He scooped her up and flew into a nearby cave hollow.
‘Too bad she’s bald,’ Wei Tu thought as he looked at her smooth head while holding her.
If she wasn’t a nun, if she had long black hair down her shoulders, this scene would’ve been even more beautiful.
But a second later, he shook his head. ‘I’m thinking too much. She’s only here because of the poison. I’m just helping her detox.’
This was just a one-night thing.
In other words, she wasn’t his. She wasn’t his confidante or anything like that.
But before he could finish that thought, Fu Linglong clumsily kissed his cheek, leaving warm, wet marks.
Feeling that, Wei Tu’s breathing grew heavier. He lowered his head… and began to respond to the fiery passion of Liao Prefecture’s number one beauty.
A moment later, in the cave…
The cave filled with the glow of spring passion.
During the dual cultivation, Wei Tu continuously drew out the yin essence from Fu Linglong’s body, healing his own injuries while slowly raising his cultivation.
‘So this is the Buddha heart?’ Taking the opportunity during their dual cultivation, Wei Tu came into contact with Fu Linglong’s so-called “Buddha heart.” The moment he touched it, a deep sense of calm settled over his mind, and his comprehension surged.
This improvement wasn’t like the gradual insights he gained through his Golden Purple Destiny. It felt more like a wise master was guiding him, explaining profound truths in simple terms.
‘No wonder Ji Yifeng wanted Ji Zhang to dual cultivate with Fu Linglong—to use this chance to break through the Enlightenment threshold.’
Now, Wei Tu finally understood just how powerful the Buddha heart was to cultivators on the verge of forming their Nascent Soul.
Even he, a full Nascent Soul cultivator, could benefit so much just by touching it. Let alone those still in the Golden Core stage.
‘Better make use of this and train in the Nine Secrets of Longevity.’
While intertwining both body and spirit with her, Wei Tu also started comprehending the Nine Secrets of Longevity passed down by Ancestor Chilong.
This secret art wasn’t some ordinary demonic path technique—it was Ancestor Chilong’s most treasured, top-tier cultivation method.
The “Nine Secrets” weren’t named at random. There was deep meaning behind them.
These nine secrets, also called the Nine Secret Seals, were techniques that allowed a cultivator to extract the three treasures—essence, energy, and spirit—from others, giving them a temporary boost in strength.
Wei Tu had only recently started learning this technique and had just barely mastered the first move—the Blood Nourishment Seal.
If he had learned all three Blood Nourishment Seals, he might not have ended in a stalemate when he fought Ji Yifeng.
The Blood Nourishment Seal didn’t just let him tap into his own blood essence. It could also draw blood essence from other cultivators, greatly amplifying his power.
…
Two days later.
Fu Linglong slowly woke up, lying across her monk robe, her jade-like body sprawled out. Still dazed, she rubbed her eyes and looked up at the green-robed man sitting cross-legged beside her.
“Who told you you could touch me?” Fu Linglong furrowed her brows, face filled with disgust. She grabbed a robe from the side and began furiously scrubbing her body.
Just as Wei Tu was about to greet her with kind words, he swallowed them back and responded coldly, “Miss Fu, you begged me to remove the lustful poison from your body. If not for that, I wouldn’t have touched you in the slightest.”
“You’ve dirtied my hands.”
With that, Wei Tu stood up without hesitation, flicked his sleeve, and prepared to leave.
Right now, the cave they were in was near the border between the Kang Kingdom and the Xiao Kingdom, remote and rarely visited.
Staying here, Fu Linglong had no need to worry about being found by other cultivators.
As for the Green-Faced Flood Dragon poison she was afflicted with, with her cultivation, it would be completely cleared in at most a few months. Her strength would naturally recover.
“Wait!” Seeing Wei Tu about to leave, Fu Linglong panicked. She cursed him inwardly for being so cold and heartless but quickly called out to stop him.
Wei Tu paused. His tense expression eased slightly. He thought, maybe she wasn’t entirely hopeless.
If possible, he didn’t mind maintaining a connection with her. After all, her Buddha heart was a huge help to him in cultivating the Nine Secrets of Longevity.
But then she said something that instantly shattered that idea in his mind.
“Wei Tu, I was wrong. I remember now—it was me who asked you to bite me.”
“Since it was my promise, of course I won’t blame you for it.”
Fu Linglong gave a little snort as she admitted fault, putting on an air of grace.
“What? Can’t get enough of me?” She touched her pretty face with a smug look. “If you like, I wouldn’t mind letting the Fu family take on another live-in son-in-law.”
She acted like letting Wei Tu touch her was the luckiest thing to ever happen to him. Like saving her life and curing her poison wasn’t a favor, but just something a male plaything should do when summoned.
Hearing that, Wei Tu realized just how delusional his earlier thoughts had been. Her rotten personality… he really couldn’t stomach it.
Without another word, he lifted his foot and started walking off again.
“Wait—!”
Before he’d taken more than a few steps, her voice rang out behind him again, this time laced with a hint of pleading.
Hearing that, Wei Tu’s heart softened again. After all, they had already shared a physical bond. As twisted as her personality was, maybe she could change in the future.
But this time, he didn’t bother being polite. His tone was cold. “Fu Linglong, I’ll stop this one time. Say what you need to say, and make it quick. I’m not interested in playing around with you.”
As soon as he said that, her voice came from behind. Unlike before, this time Fu Linglong finally got to the point.
“Wei, are you blind? Can’t you see I don’t have anything to wear? I’ve got no spiritual power left, so I can’t take anything out of my storage pouch. You’re just gonna make me walk out naked like this?”
“If you’re really gonna do that, I don’t care. I’ll walk out proudly. Anyway, I’m your woman now. Losing face isn’t my problem.”
Fu Linglong snapped back.
Hearing that, Wei Tu froze. When he looked back, he realized she was right.
The moon-white monk robe on the ground had already been destroyed during their fierce struggle. Her other clothes weren’t torn, but they were all wrinkled and unsuitable to wear again.
“This is a set of women’s clothes. Put it on.” Without hesitation, Wei Tu took out a spare outfit of Bai Zhi’s from his storage pouch and tossed it to her as she sat on the ground, still covering herself.
“Women’s clothing?” Fu Linglong raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed.
She didn’t really like Wei Tu, but after what happened, she couldn’t help seeing him as her future husband.
Still, if she showed jealousy now, he’d definitely laugh at her. So she kept her face calm and casually picked up the clothes.
“Wait!” For the third time, Fu Linglong called out just as Wei Tu was about to leave the cave.
“What is it?” Wei Tu took a deep breath, turned back, and walked over.
“Miss Fu, if you have something to say, say it all now. I have my limits. I won’t stop a fourth time.”
He crossed his arms and said flatly.
“You Wei bastard, you’re just gonna run off after using me?”
Fu Linglong raised her head, eyes glaring as she stared at him with a fierce look.
“I…” Wei Tu opened his mouth but didn’t know how to respond. If he told her the truth, she’d definitely hate him even more and keep clinging to him.
Before he could figure out what to say, her next words left him stunned.
“These past two days, I was unconscious from the lustful poison. I never got to feel what it’s like between a man and a woman.”
“And honestly, the yin-yang union helped a lot in suppressing the Green-Faced Flood Dragon poison.”
“Come here. Let me experience it properly this time.”
“Bite me again.”
Fu Linglong curled her lips into a smirk and waved her hand at him.
“You…” Even with Wei Tu’s patience, he couldn’t help getting mad now.
The way she spoke, she was treating him like a detox tool. Call when needed, toss aside when not.
He’d cultivated for over four hundred years, and he had never met a woman with a worse attitude.
“Wei, don’t you want to keep using my Buddha heart to train the Nine Secrets of Longevity? We’re both getting something out of this.”
Fu Linglong gave a lazy laugh. She laid back on the ground, head resting on her arm, looking utterly casual.
“What? Nine Secrets of Longevity?”
“How do you know about that?”
Wei Tu was stunned. He was sure he’d never mentioned that technique to her.
“Wei Tu, where do you think your boost in comprehension came from? That was all thanks to my Buddha heart!”
“In other words, while you were using my Buddha heart to cultivate that secret art, I, the owner of the Buddha heart, naturally got to see what you were practicing.”
“If you don’t want the whole world knowing about it…” She paused, a habit she had when threatening someone.
But halfway through, she hesitated. She realized pushing too far might provoke Wei Tu, and he might just strike her down. So she gave a cold snort and stayed quiet, glaring at him with a look that said, ‘It’s your call.’
“...Nine Secrets of Longevity…”
Wei Tu’s face darkened.
That technique was one of his most crucial trump cards. He couldn’t afford to let it leak. And it definitely couldn’t fall into Fu Linglong’s hands.
But based on his personality, he also couldn’t just kill her to silence her.