"Let’s go, let’s find him and demand an explanation!"

"Hey, wait a minute..."

Ji Hongxiu was dragged by Ling Ningzhi as they headed towards the room next door.

Just as they walked out the main door, they ran into a few sect disciples returning from the Martial Arts Arena, and their conversation drifted clearly into their ears.

"Mr. Chen’s teachings this time truly benefited me greatly!"

"As expected of the founder’s legacy, profound yet simple, concise and to the point. Although it contains the ultimate principles of martial arts, it’s not obscure. Even we Transcendent Warriors gained significantly."

"I’ve been stuck at the Fourth-Level Peak for a long time, always just a breath away. I have a feeling that this teaching session will be the opportunity for my breakthrough!"

"In order for us to listen to the founder’s insights, he exhausted himself into a coma and was taken away by Senior Sister Shen. I wonder how Mr. Chen is doing now, I hope he’s alright."

"Master Chen is truly noble!"

Coma?!

Ling Ningzhi and Ji Hongxiu exchanged a glance, their faces changing slightly.

Not daring to delay, they swiftly arrived at the door of Chen Mo’s bedroom.

Knock, knock, knock—

Ling Ningzhi raised her hand to knock on the door, asking, "Zhixia, are you in there? How is Mr. Chen now?"

After waiting a moment, there was no response.

She was about to push open the door when Ji Hongxiu sensed something, quickly reached out to stop her, with a somewhat odd expression said, "Ahem, I feel he shouldn’t be in any major trouble, plus Shen Zhixia is taking care of him, let’s not add to the chaos..."

"If that’s the case, why has there been no sound from inside for so long?" Ling Ningzhi was still worried and shook her head, saying, "No, as a disciple, I must go in and take a look!"

"Hey..."

Ji Hongxiu’s lips moved, wanting to say that the reason Shen Zhixia wasn’t responding was because she couldn’t free her mouth at the moment, but at this point, Ling Ningzhi had already pushed the door open and walked into the room.

She hesitated for a moment, but still lifted her leg to follow in.

As soon as she entered the room, she felt something was amiss. Dust swirled and danced in the sunlight, shimmering faintly, there was also a strange smell lingering in the air.

"What is this..."

Ji Hongxiu extended her delicate hand, letting several specks of dust fall into her palm, where they quickly dissolved and disappeared.

At the same time, a wisp of stray thoughts surfaced in her mind, but it was soon crushed by her powerful soul power.

Because of this, it attracted the "attention" of other light particles, which immediately swarmed in and entered her body.

The impurities contained in a single speck of dust were nothing, but when the quantity reached a certain point, it caused a qualitative change. Even with Ji Hongxiu’s cultivation, she felt light-headed and dizzy.

"This should be the emotional residue generated when refining the Divine Soul Origin. It seems Chen Mo isn’t really in a coma, he’s in some sort of cultivation state... but the problem is, there’s too much of it!"

"It would take at least several thousand people to produce such a vast amount of stray thoughts. Where did all this Origin Power come from?"

Ji Hongxiu was at a loss.

She had once slain the Three Corpses, which were essentially aggregates of desires, so she was especially familiar with this feeling.

Although it was almost harmless to the body, absorbing too much could trigger desires and distort perceptions.

Just as she was about to use the Calming Incantation to crush these stray thoughts, a sudden inexplicable trepidation washed over her. Her body suddenly felt limp, she almost fell to the floor, and hurriedly grabbed the nearby table to barely hold herself upright.

"This is bad!"

"My Origin is still within Chen Mo, and now that he cannot control his Divine Soul, it causes me to be affected as well..."

Ji Hongxiu realized the problem, but it was too late; an endless stream of stray thoughts surged into her mind. A hint of crimson surfaced on her cheeks, and her breathing gradually quickened.

...

...

On the other side, Ling Ningzhi approached the bed.

Through the curtains, she looked at the indistinct figures and cautiously asked, "Zhixia, I heard Mr. Chen fainted. Is he feeling better now? Is the situation serious?"

"Hm?"

A puzzled voice responded.

Immediately, Shen Zhixia poked her head out from the curtain gap, her cheeks puffed up, and she gazed at her with a dazed look in her eyes.

Seeing this, Ling Ningzhi furrowed her brow in confusion, asking, "What are you eating again? I was talking to you and you didn’t respond... Why do you look as if you’re drunk?"

Gulp—

After swallowing what was in her mouth, Shen Zhixia licked her rosy lips and said with a smile, "Daoist, you came at just the right time. Brother Chen is being too disobedient, and I can’t quite handle him on my own."

"Can’t handle what?"

Ling Ningzhi hadn’t quite caught on when Shen Zhixia suddenly pulled her directly into the curtains.

???

Staring at the scene before her, her cherry lips parted slightly, her expression was one of disbelief.

"What are you..."

She saw that Shen Zhixia was only wearing a thin belly band, with the straps slipping off, her glorious figure fully displayed, her fair skin flushed, making her seem particularly alluring.

Chen Mo lay quietly beside her, his robust muscles like a marble sculpture, emitting a strong visual impact.

Ling Ningzhi’s gaze slowly shifted, and upon seeing the fierce expression, her cheeks flushed red, stammering, "You, you weren’t just..."

"Since Her Majesty the Consort doesn’t agree to my marriage with Brother Chen Mo, might as well make it a done deal."

Shen Zhixia swayed her waist, crawled over, pressed her down onto the bed, and whispered in her ear, "I once promised Daoist to be good sisters for life, sharing blessings and hardships together. Since we’re all here, why don’t the two of us cook together?"