"Why don't you give it a try?"
The woodcutter suggested.
"What if it works?"
Ye Guyun hesitated for a moment, then picked up a Spirit Recovery Pill and put it in his mouth...
The pill melted instantly upon entering her mouth, transforming into a warm surge of spiritual energy that flowed into her body.
"How about it?"
The woodcutter asked nervously.
Ye Guyun closed his eyes and carefully sensed it.
A moment later, she opened her eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them: "It works! Although the effect is only about 30% of the original, it is indeed restoring my spiritual power!"
"Very good!"
The woodcutter said excitedly...
"Then eat a few more!"
"no."
Ye Guyun shook his head.
"These pills cannot be taken continuously; they need time to allow the body to absorb them. Furthermore... these pills are very precious and cannot be wasted."
"So...how much have you recovered now?"
The woodcutter asked.
Ye Guyun assessed his condition and said, "I've probably recovered about one-tenth of what I was like in life..."
"One-tenth..."
The woodcutter seemed to be deep in thought.
He suddenly realized..
If Ye Guyun can recover his spiritual power, will he no longer need to rely on his semen?
In that case, would she leave him?
Thinking of this, the woodcutter suddenly felt uneasy...
The Secret of the Diary: Ye Guyun's Other Side
Just Then.
The woodcutter noticed the diary.
What is that?
He pointed to the diary and asked.
"That is..."
Ye Guyun's expression changed...
"That's my private diary! You're not allowed to read it!"
Why can't I watch it?
The woodcutter asked curiously.
"Because...because that's my privacy!"
Ye Guyun's face flushed red.
"It contains...all very private thoughts...it must never be shown to anyone else!"
"oh?"
The woodcutter's eyes lit up...
"Then I'm even more eager to watch it."
"You...you dare!"
Ye Guyun struggled desperately, but because he was tied up, he couldn't move at all.
The woodcutter reached out and picked up the diary, turning to the first page.
It was written in neat small regular script:
[January 1st, 12845 of the Cultivation Calendar]
Today is the first day of the new year. My master said that my sword cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and I can try to break through to the Golden Core stage in two years. I am very happy, but also a little uneasy... I heard that tribulation is very dangerous, and many senior brothers and sisters have died under the lightning tribulation... Will I succeed?
The woodcutter continued flipping through the pages...
[March 15th, 12845 of the Cultivation Calendar]
Today, my junior brother confessed his feelings to me. He said he'd liked me for a long time and hoped I would become his Daoist partner. I refused. Not because he wasn't good enough, but because… I have no interest in romantic relationships. I only want to focus on cultivating the sword path and becoming a true powerhouse…
[June 20th, 12846 of the Cultivation Calendar] I
've been having nightmares lately. In my dreams, I'm undergoing tribulation, and I'm struck by lightning, my soul scattered... Am I too scared? My master said fear can turn into inner demons, affecting my breakthrough... What should I do...?
May 3rd, 12847 of the Cultivation Calendar]
My master said I can prepare to undergo my tribulation. I'm both excited and terrified. If I succeed, I'll become a Golden Core cultivator, my lifespan will increase dramatically, and my strength will surge. If I fail… I'll die… I'm so scared…
As the woodcutter looked at these words, a complex emotion suddenly welled up in his heart.
turn out to be...
Even this aloof sword immortal has so much vulnerability and fear deep down...
He continued flipping to the last few pages.
[July 10th, 12847 of the Cultivation Calendar]
Five days until my tribulation. I've prepared many pills and magical artifacts, but it still feels insufficient. What if I fail…? Will I regret it? What will I regret? I've thought about it for a long time… I think my biggest regret is that I've never experienced the life of an ordinary person. I've cultivated in a sect since childhood, never fallen in love, never married, and even… never been hugged… If I die, will I have many regrets…?
The woodcutter was stunned when he saw this.
He raised his head and looked at Ye Guyun in his arms...
Her face was flushed red to her ears, tears streaming down her face, she was filled with shame and indignation...
"Have you... seen enough...?"
She said, her voice trembling.
The woodcutter remained silent for a moment, then gently closed the diary and put it back into his storage bag.
"sorry."
He said.
I shouldn't have snooped on your privacy.
Ye Guyun was stunned.
She didn't expect the woodcutter to apologize.
"But I know now."
The woodcutter continued.
"You actually...want to experience the life of an ordinary person, right?"
"That...that was just me overthinking..."
Ye Guyun defended himself.
"Then let's give it a try."
The woodcutter suddenly said...
"I'll teach you how to live an ordinary life. You'll teach me the knowledge of cultivating immortality. We'll live together like this... How about it?"
Ye Guyun fell silent.
She didn't know what to say.
She simply nestled quietly in the woodcutter's arms, feeling his body temperature and the warmth of his embrace...
This moment.
She suddenly felt...
perhaps...
Staying here isn't the worst option...
The woodcutter, having made a peaceful journey,
carefully packed away the items in his storage bag, leaving only a clean white robe and some cleaning supplies.
"I'll take you to the stream to wash up."
He stood up, holding Ye Guyun in his arms.
His penis was still deeply inserted inside her, and the rope bound her tightly to his front.
"Now?"
Ye Guyun was stunned for a moment.
"But...but you're still...still inside me..."
"It doesn't matter."
The woodcutter said calmly...
"Anyway, you need to keep absorbing yang energy. And we've been in this position for so long, a little longer won't hurt."
Ye Guyun bit her lip and remained silent.
She does need to continuously absorb yang energy.
Although taking the Rejuvenation Pill restored some of his spiritual power, it was only a drop in the ocean.
Her body still needs the woodcutter's "nourishment" to maintain her zombie state.
The woodcutter carried her out of the wooden house...
"Hmm..."
With each step he took, the penis would rub slightly against her body, bringing a tingling, numbing sensation.
Ye Guyun couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan, her cheeks flushing red.
"Bear with it."
The woodcutter said in a low voice.
"We'll be there soon."
He carried her through the misty forest path and towards the stream behind the mountain.
Along the way.
This was the first time Ye Guyun had "seen" the outside world in this posture.
Her gaze was forced to rest on the woodcutter's shoulder, and she could only see the hazy scenery around her...
The towering hemlock trees, their rough bark covered with luminous moss;
The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, which made a "rustling" sound when stepped on;
The air was filled with the smell of damp earth, mixed with the fresh scent of pine...
This is completely different from her life in the Misty Sword Sect before her death.
The Misty Sword Sect is built above the clouds, shrouded in immortal mist all year round, with abundant spiritual energy, and exquisite pavilions and herb gardens everywhere.
And here—
This is the lowest level of the mortal realm, a "garbage dump" that cultivators would disdain.
but...
Ye Guyun felt a kind of... indescribable tranquility here.
There was no infighting among sects, no pressure of cultivation, no fear of tribulation...
only...
This man's embrace.
besides...
The hot, throbbing penis inside him.
"arrive."
The woodcutter's voice pulled her back to reality.
Ye Guyun raised his head...
Before me was a clear stream, its water flowing down from the mountain, crashing against the rocks and making a "whoosh" sound.
The streambank was covered with unidentified wildflowers, all sorts of colors, which looked especially vibrant in the sunlight.
"What a nice view..."
Ye Guyun couldn't help but say.
The woodcutter smiled and said, "This is my favorite place. Whenever I'm tired from hunting, I come here to bathe."
He carried her to the stream, then slowly knelt down.
"Ugh!"
The penis penetrated even deeper due to the change in position, and Ye Guyun couldn't help but groan.
"Feel sorry."
The woodcutter said softly...
Then he reached out and scooped up a handful of stream water, gently sprinkling it on her.
"Ah...it's so cool..."
Ye Guyun trembled all over as he was splashed by the icy stream water.
"Just bear with it, you'll get used to it soon."
The woodcutter continued to wash her body with the stream water.
His movements were very gentle, as if he were handling a precious work of art.
He cupped the stream water in his hands and repeatedly washed away the remaining semen, sweat, and vaginal fluid from her body.
From her cheeks, neck, shoulders, chest, waist, and abdomen...
All the way to where the two were united.
"Mmm...uh..."