Chapter 154:Pure Yang Warmth

At that moment, Yi Zhiqiu’s hands suddenly stopped
and left my body.

A wave of emptiness and dissatisfaction washed over me.
The itching on my skin, which had just been soothed,
started to faintly twitch and spasm again.

I turned my head and shot him a dissatisfied look.
Only then did I notice
that Yi Zhiqiu had his eyes tightly shut,
breathing deeply in and out,
trying to calm his racing heart.

And then I saw it—
his pants were noticeably tented.

Well… I could understand.
Facing a beauty like Xia Yubing,
a man having a physiological reaction was perfectly normal.
If I were still my old self,
I’d probably have reacted the same way.

But stopping halfway through the massage,
leaving me stuck in this frustrating half-satisfied state—
that was really uncomfortable.

I took the towel out of my mouth and asked:

“Teacher Yi, are you okay?”

“Cough, cough! Uh… I’m fine.
But let’s stop the cleansing here.
Otherwise I really won’t be able to hold on.
How do you feel now?”

Yi Zhiqiu said.
Only then did I notice his face had gone a little pale.
It wasn’t just the pressure of facing Xia Yubing’s body—
channeling so much vital essence into me had also taken a toll on his mind and spirit.

“It’s already much better,
though I still feel quite tired.”

I replied.
My skin had absorbed a large portion of the essence he sent,
so the depleted blood and qi inside my body hadn’t been fully replenished.
That lingering exhaustion remained.

Yi Zhiqiu took my hand again to check my pulse.
He frowned and said:

“I transferred so much essence and it still didn’t fully restore your blood and qi?
No matter—I have other methods.”

“Um… if we’re not doing massage anymore,
could you maybe turn around for a moment?
I’d like to change clothes.”

I asked, blushing slightly.
Both my underwear and the black thigh-high stockings were soaked with spiritual water—
it felt very uncomfortable.

And it wasn’t just the bra that had turned transparent—
the panties had too.
Even though I used to be a guy,
I still felt deeply embarrassed in this state.

My plan was simple:
take off the wet underwear and stockings entirely,
then put on my school uniform skirt.
At most I’d be going commando underneath—
as long as I was careful, I wouldn’t flash anyone.

“Change clothes? Wait a moment.
Your underwear is still wet—that’ll be uncomfortable.
Let me dry it for you.”

Yi Zhiqiu said.

“Huh? Dry it?”

I was stunned.
Then I saw him reach out his hand.
His palm glowed with fiery light,
like a red-hot branding iron.
A wave of heat rushed toward me.

Very quickly,
the moisture on my body evaporated.
My previously damp and chilly skin
felt a comfortable warmth spread across it.

Yi Zhiqiu could actually do something like this?

But to dry the clothes properly,
he would have to place his hand directly on them.
That immediately made things awkward.

It seemed Yi Zhiqiu hadn’t realized this part earlier either.
His hand hovered about a centimeter above my chest,
carefully avoiding contact.
Even so, the posture already looked extremely suggestive.

“Pfft—haha!”

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
This only made Yi Zhiqiu even more embarrassed.
And things were about to get worse—
next he had to dry my panties.
The hardest part to dry, obviously,
was right between my legs.
Was he really going to reach in there?

“I-I’m only doing this to make you more comfortable.
Please don’t laugh at me.”

Yi Zhiqiu said, sounding both shy and a little annoyed.
Clearly,
his experience with girls was very limited.
Though I wasn’t really in a position to judge him.

“Okay, okay, I won’t laugh.”

I said.
Seeing how troubled he looked about drying the panties,
I simply stood up,
turned sideways,
and told him:

“Use both hands—one in front, one in back.
It’ll be faster that way.”

Right.

He started applying stronger heat to both the front and back.
It got a bit hot.

After a while,
I suddenly felt Yi Zhiqiu accidentally brush against my bottom.
His hand jerked back like he’d been shocked.

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s okay.
You can touch me—it doesn’t matter.
You’ve already touched pretty much everywhere earlier anyway.
Through the panties it’s not a big deal.”

I said.
Of course I knew it was just an accident.
He was only trying to get closer so he could dry it faster.

“Let’s stop here.
The panties are dry enough.
Next are the stockings.”

Yi Zhiqiu said.
Actually, the middle part of my panties was still damp—
it felt quite uncomfortable.
But even I didn’t want him touching me there,
so I could only endure it.

Drying the stockings was much simpler.
Yi Zhiqiu could place his hands directly on them
without the same careful avoidance he’d used for the underwear.

I sat back down,
lifted one leg,
and let him dry it.
Honestly,
this scene looked quite intimate—
a beautiful girl raising her leg to let a man stroke it.
To all the boys in this school,
this would probably count as an ultimate reward.

Wanting to break the awkward atmosphere,
I looked at his glowing palm and asked:

“What kind of ability is this?”

“Pure Yang Power.
It can break evil and ward off ghosts.
But I haven’t mastered it fully—
right now it’s probably only good for being a hairdryer.”

Yi Zhiqiu said with a wry smile.

“It’d be great for winter heating too.
Can I learn it?”

I asked.
I vaguely sensed that
the reason Yi Zhiqiu could transmit essence to me
had a lot to do with this Pure Yang Power he cultivated.

Just like in wuxia stories—
a martial arts master first cultivates pure yang internal energy inside their body,
raising their essence, qi, and spirit far above ordinary people.
Then they can infuse that pure yang power into someone else
to drive out evil or even heal injuries,
just like the “inner force healing” described in novels.

“I’m afraid not.
I’d be willing to teach you,
but you have a yin-type constitution—
Pure Yang Power isn’t something you can cultivate.
However, I can teach you Taiji Quan.”

Yi Zhiqiu said.

At first I thought he was joking,
but seeing his serious expression,
and remembering the grandpas and grandmas practicing in the neighborhood
who were always surrounded by a faint aura,
I asked:

“Does it really work?”

“Of course it works.
It harmonizes yin and yang,
giving birth to the innate two qi.
Taiji Quan is the easiest and most foundational way to enter the path.”

Yi Zhiqiu explained.

“Is it different from the Taiji Quan the old people outside practice?”

I asked again.
Could it be that what Yi Zhiqiu knew
was the authentic, orthodox inner-school version,
while what circulated outside was just superficial forms?

“No, it’s actually the same.
The Taiji Quan passed down outside is genuine.
No matter which school or style,
most practitioners can eventually cultivate yin and yang qi.
Other martial arts, even yoga, can also produce qi.
You can find fist manuals online with a simple search.
The most I can do is give you pointers when you don’t understand something.”

Yi Zhiqiu said.

“No wonder even those grandpas and grandmas
have an aura around them when they practice.
But I always felt there was some difference.
With the strength of their aura,
they can probably protect themselves,
but using that slow, leisurely Taiji Quan
to exorcise ghosts, ward off evil, or save people—
they definitely couldn’t do it.”

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