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Like a deflated balloon, she drifted downward a few feet in midair, her semi-transparent form flickering twice.
“However…”
The figure rubbed her hands together, plastering a fawning smile on her face.
“Work is work, but there’s an extremely serious practical problem we need to clear up first.”
Bai Yue sat in her chair without even lifting her eyelids.
“Speak.”
“Look here.”
The figure extended a finger and pointed at her own nose.
“I’m currently in a residual soul state—extremely weak.
Before this, I was barely staying conscious by relying on… ahem, borrowing Xiao Yueluo’s innate qi.
Now—”
She pointed at Su Qingyan, who was standing there like a wooden post.
“You want me to teach her alchemy?
No problem!
I guarantee she’ll bring glory to her ancestors!
But if I’m going to stay awake and guide her continuously, I need to absorb a large amount of spiritual energy every day to maintain my form!
Otherwise, I’ll be dead asleep within the time it takes an incense stick to burn—the kind you can’t wake up even if you shout.”
The figure spread her hands wide, striking a helpless pose.
“But look at this girl—she doesn’t have a trace of spiritual energy on her.
Where am I supposed to suck it from?
How am I supposed to manage?”
“That’s it?”
Bai Yue raised an eyebrow.
“What’s so hard about that?
When you’re low on spiritual energy in the future, just absorb mine.”
“Huh?”
The figure paused, then shook her head like a rattle-drum.
“No, no, no!
Absolutely not!”
Bai Yue’s gaze turned cold.
“Looking to die again?”
“I’m not trying to cause trouble—this is a matter of principle!”
The figure hopped around in agitation.
“The secret art I cultivate is an ancient technique!
It requires an extremely high purity of spiritual energy!
Especially the spiritual power of living people like you—if it doesn’t come from an absolutely pure, unbroken woman, and I absorb those impurities into my soul, it’ll give me diarrhea so bad I’ll literally scatter to the winds!”
Having said that, the figure gave Bai Yue a once-over, and her previously cowering gaze actually gained a hint of disdain.
“Let me absorb yours?
Don’t joke around!”
The figure curled her lip and muttered under her breath.
“With that face of yours, those seductive peach-blossom eyes, that reckless, unbridled attitude, and the way you keep other women hidden in your room late at night—you’re clearly a top-tier playgirl who romps through flower gardens!
Who knows how many innocent young girls you’ve duped?
You’re probably carrying all sorts of karmic baggage and worldly filth.
Absorbing your spiritual energy would be no different from drinking gutter swill!”
Bai Yue’s fingers, which had been idly tapping on the table, suddenly stopped.
The room fell into a dead silence.
Su Qingyan sucked in a cold breath and quietly retreated two steps, shrinking herself into the shadowy corner as much as possible.
This ‘senior’ really dared to say anything!
Was she tired of living—oh wait, she’s already a ghost—was she tired of being dead?!
“?”
Bai Yue slowly raised her head, a massive question mark practically materializing above it.
She stared at the spectral figure floating in midair, a strange flicker of hesitation in her eyes.
“I… have I been broken?”
Bai Yue murmured, as if talking to herself or asking the void.
“Hah?
Isn’t that obvi—”
The figure was just about to continue her mockery, to show off how keen her great-power eyes were—
At that moment, Bai Yue’s fingertip flicked lightly.
A wisp of spiritual energy, casually gathered, was sent straight to the tip of the figure’s nose.
Sniff, sniff—
The figure twitched her nose reflexively.
Her voice cut off abruptly.
She froze in midair, her eyes flying wide open, her eyeballs nearly bulging out of her delicate face.
What… what was that smell?!
Not a trace of turbid worldly air.
Not a whiff of desire’s taint.
Clean.
Utterly, absurdly clean!
This spiritual energy was like the first snowfall drifting down from the Ninth Heaven, or the very first dewdrop nurtured by a ten-thousand-year glacier.
Pure to the extreme—crystalline, translucent—and carrying an almost offensive, faint, cool fragrance that belonged exclusively to an absolute virgin!
Gulp~
In this silent room, the sound of the figure swallowing was as loud as thunder.
She stared blankly at Bai Yue, only one thought left in her mind.
This makes no damn sense!
With that face, there’s no way this is right—how could she possibly have spiritual energy this absolutely pure?!
This is even more absurd than the number one sword cultivator in the world turning out to be a little loli!
But the scent didn’t lie.
Hssss~
The figure took another deep sniff of the lingering spiritual energy in the air.
Amazing!
So amazing!
Just a single whiff, and her parched soul, which had been dried up for who knows how many years, felt like a desert traveler stumbling upon an oasis—every single soul-particle was cheering and dancing in ecstasy.
Her happy beans were literally tingling with excitement!
Watching the figure’s lecherous expression, her drool practically dripping to the floor, Bai Yue’s mouth curved into a smirk.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Bai Yue stood up slowly and flexed her wrists.
“Weren’t you saying my spiritual energy was like drinking gutter swill?”
“Misunderstanding!
A colossal misunderstanding!”
The figure’s face flipped in an instant as she wiped away the phantom drool from the corner of her mouth and declared with righteous indignation.
“I was blind just now!
I failed to recognize Mount Tai!
Your spiritual energy is nothing short of ambrosia—heavenly nectar!”
“Is that so?”
Bai Yue let out a cold laugh, extending her right hand, palm up.
“In that case, enough talk.
Let’s begin.”
The moment she finished speaking, a blinding radiance erupted from Bai Yue’s palm.
A vast torrent of spiritual energy—so pure it was visible to the naked eye, nearly condensed into liquid form—surged toward the spectral figure in midair like a burst dam.
“Hey, wait!
I’m not ready—”
The figure had initially been deeply displeased with Bai Yue’s crude, reckless feeding method.
After all, who force-feeds someone like this?
Wouldn’t directly shoving it into her soul just choke her to death?!
However, the moment that spiritual energy actually made contact with her body—
“Ahhh~”
An involuntary, euphoric moan escaped the figure’s lips.
“So good!”
All pretense of dignity, all semblance of great-power authority, all resistance—she tossed it all to the wind.
This spiritual energy was too pure!
Too abundant!
It was like a beggar who hadn’t eaten in three days and three nights being suddenly thrown into the kitchen of a three-Michelin-star restaurant—and the chef was constantly shoving top-grade Wagyu into her mouth.
“Wahhh!
It’s so delicious!”
The figure was literally crying tears of joy.
She was now like a starving ghost who had completely lost her mind—arms wide open, greedily absorbing every drop of the spiritual energy flooding toward her.
She even started swimming in midair, gulping it down in large mouthfuls, making exaggerated smack-smack noises.
I’m eating, eating, eating!
Who cares what this woman is up to!
Who cares if she has some ulterior motive!
People live to eat!
Ghosts live to eat too!
Was there anything more satisfying in this world than freeloading on spiritual energy of this quality?
No!
Even if her soul scattered tomorrow, she was going to spin around three hundred and sixty degrees and devour everything today!
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