The Post Sky Tipping Era

"You rogue, using this item to tempt me—are you trying to test if my Daoist heart is steadfast?" Xiang Xiangzi took a deep breath, then turned around with a radiant smile. "I am no one who forgets loyalty for gain. Besides, what I truly desire is not the Seven-Colored Stone, but you, Taiyi."

As she spoke, she reached out her fair fingers and lightly brushed Li Yi’s cheek. Her sumptuous and delicate body took the opportunity to fall into his embrace.

She sought to reveal her most vulnerable side, proving that her intentions held no duplicity.

Li Yi took a step back to avoid her, then sat down cross-legged, gazing at the sea of clouds outside the window. "Immortal, the Primordial Spirit Flower resides within me. My soul has already perceived it. Since you are willing to entrust me with your life, I will not betray that trust. Otherwise, I wouldn’t share the secrets of the Seven-Colored Stone with you."

Then, he extended his palm, revealing a withered and shriveled flower bud. Though only a bud, it remained crystalline and ethereal, like an unreal dream.

This was Xiang Xiangzi’s Primordial Spirit Flower, though it had now regressed into a mere bud, waiting for the day it could bloom anew.

"Flowers may bloom again, but youth does not return. There’s no time to waste—please impart your techniques, Immortal."

With a single thought, he summoned the Seven-Colored Stone, which floated before Xiang Xiangzi, its surging energy permeating her entire being. Even though she made no attempt to absorb the Spiritual Energy, the aura around her continued to rise at an incredible pace.

Fetal Breathing Realm, Primordial Light Realm, Five Qi Realm—first layer, second layer... Xiang Xiangzi’s cultivation was restoring itself at an unimaginable speed.