The Tianyue squad leader listened carefully to the report and realized the situation was troublesome.
Each hall of the Law Enforcement Hall worked independently, rarely overlapping—unless a joint operation for a major mission was required. Today's events were the first of their kind. Once they confirmed the involvement of a top-grade spirit stone vein and blood sacs, the Tianyue squad immediately sent the Law Enforcement Hall the first-hand news.
The squad leader waved his hand, instructing everyone to locate their fellow sect members at once. Now that the spiritual energy in the area had calmed, searching should be easier.
At the same time, the Heavenly Demon Palace's black-clad guards had dug Mo San out. Upon receiving the detailed report, Mo Yi arched his thick brows. Luck was on his side—an undiscovered top-grade spirit stone vein. This was worth competing for.
He wasn't worried about Mo Su. That man's cultivation was higher, and he carried plenty of treasures. Since he had been at the center of the conflict, there was likely still more digging to do. As long as he was breathing, they could save him.
"Speed it up. Gather everyone from the 'Mo' team. The spiritual energy has stabilized."
"Yes."
Mo Yi was about to send a message to Palace Master Mo Lie when he suddenly sensed something. He looked up to see a Unity-stage cultivator in a smoky blue robe descend before the crowd.
"Greetings, Jian Xu Zūnshàng!"
The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples felt a rush of relief. With the Zūnshàng here, they had backing. They quickly stepped forward to pay their respects.
"No need for formalities. Tend to your injured first."
"Yes, Zūnshàng!"
With the Zūnshàng's arrival, the Tianyue squad leader beckoned over the two disciples standing guard, speeding up the search.
Jian Xu's brows curved slightly as he smiled toward Mo Yi. Mo Yi had no choice but to acknowledge him and stepped forward.
"Mo Yi of the Heavenly Demon Palace greets Jian Xu Zūnshàng!"
"I am aware of the general situation. Since this involves a top-grade spirit stone vein, let us first rescue the disciples from both sects. Then we will discuss how to proceed."
"Yes."
Mo Yi could only agree. Refusal was impossible—Heavenly Sword Sect's strength far exceeded his own. Now that such a powerful senior had arrived, this was no longer a matter that could be settled in private.
Still, Mo Yi transmitted the details to the Heavenly Demon Palace. This was a sect-level issue now, beyond his authority.
Less than two hours later, both Heavenly Sword Sect and Heavenly Demon Palace disciples were found. As high-level cultivators, they all had their own means of survival. There were injuries but no deaths—except that Mo Su and Jian Feng remained missing.
At that moment, Mo Su and Jian Feng were together at the meeting point of two mountain ranges, beside an underground river.
Mo Su's condition was dire. A chilling yin aura poured from his body, pushing him to the edge of collapse. Even so, he forced his eyes open and rasped to Jian Feng, who stood not far away, "Leave. Get as far from me as you can, and bring Heavenly Demon Palace cultivators to take me back."
Other than a disheveled robe and a pale face, Jian Feng's condition was much improved thanks to a Great Restoration Pill. Bai Bai, unharmed, nestled quietly in his arms, watching the high-ranking demon cultivator across from them radiating terrifying cold.
Jian Feng didn't immediately obey. After a long silence, he said, "You won't last long enough for me to bring help."
Mo Su's frustration boiled. If it weren't for the battle with that pangolin beast earlier, he could have kept his "Pure Yin" constitution under control. Now, he was in this humiliating state.
And the pure yang energy radiating from Jian Feng's body was like an irresistible lure.
Before they met, Jian Feng had taken a pill to ease his internal injuries. Then, forming seals, he shifted the rocks trapping him so he could move freely. Orienting himself, he began heading toward the exit.
Nearby, the pangolin beast had finished tunneling through and reached Jian Feng's location. Sensing he was a lower-ranked cultivator in poor condition, it lunged without hesitation.
Jian Feng drew his sword, meeting the beast head-on. Sword light clashed with claws and tail, shaking the already unstable tunnel.
Meanwhile, Mo Su's "Pure Yin" body was flaring out of control. The demonic energy in his meridians stagnated, and he was using his divine sense to suppress it. But the fight nearby drew his attention. A sweep of divine sense revealed it was Jian Feng.
Mo Su sighed, gripped his Cold Moon Dagger, and rushed in. His divine sense spread outward, releasing pressure to suppress the beast.
But with his divine sense diverted, the yin cold poured from his body even more fiercely.
As a high-ranking cultivator, Mo Su had also tempered his body. The pangolin beast's armored scales were thick, and without demonic energy, the Cold Moon Dagger only managed to shave off a few scales.
In the end, Mo Su sheathed the dagger and switched to his fists, each strike landing solidly.
Jian Feng stood aside, ready to strike if needed. The confined space couldn't handle the clash for long—soon, with a deafening crash, the tunnel collapsed.
Jian Feng clutched Bai Bai and leapt away, chasing after Mo Su and the beast as they fell deeper.
They fought all the way to the underground river. Realizing it couldn't win against both of them, the pangolin beast lashed its tail, dug another escape tunnel, and fled.
When Mo Su sank to the ground, Jian Feng stepped forward to check on him. But when he got within five paces, Mo Su's startled gaze locked on him.
A sweep of divine sense brushed past Jian Feng, bringing a cool sensation that felt… pleasant.
Jian Feng's hand flew to his chest. The jade pendant his Ancestor had given him to conceal his constitution was cracked. He froze, retreating two steps in sudden unease—just before Mo Su spoke again.
"Leave, now. Soon I won't be able to control myself, and I don't know what I'll do to you."
That was the last of Mo Su's strength.
Jian Feng retreated with Bai Bai, rounding the bend of the underground river before stopping. His chiseled features carried an unfamiliar hesitation. He knew that if Mo Su hadn't rushed in to save him, the man might have endured until the Heavenly Demon Palace guards arrived.
But Mo Su was in terrible shape now. Jian Feng had felt the pull of that yin aura himself, almost stepping toward him. To save or not to save… he wavered.
Mo Su watched him leave without stopping him. His body's flaw had always been there—there was no reason for someone else to sacrifice themselves. But now he knew Jian Feng was "Pure Yang." Perhaps that was why Junior Sister Mo Yue valued him so highly.
Mo Su's consciousness blurred. Without suppression, the yin cold poured out like a bursting spring. His meridians began freezing, close to shattering.
Through the haze, a pair of burning-hot arms pulled him close. Fingers interlocked, and warmth surged in, driving away the biting cold.
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(¬‿¬ ), Romance begins with dual cultivation. Ahem, the intimate dual cultivation
I mean, their physiques were literally made for each other—Pure Yin and Pure Yang. Just like Su Min and Xie Yingying, the Solar Sovereign and the Lunar Sovereign (๑>◡<๑)
If you're curious and want to dive deeper into Dual cultivation and Physique, feel free to check out my glossary on Webnovel. Just head over to my profile and look for the book titled The Xianxia Handbook: A Guide to Cultivation and Beyond. You'll find it covered in Chapter: Physiques, Body, and Its Practice.
I recommend adding it to your library—it'll save you the trouble of searching for it later, and you'll always have it on hand whenever you need a quick reference.