Chapter 287 - 138: But, It Shouldn’t Be This Strange

Chapter 287: Chapter 138: But, It Shouldn’t Be This Strange

The other method... is more simple and direct.

"Since you didn’t have a lover to tie you down when you were alive, we’ll use the simple one. Compared to your life, this minor indiscretion is nothing."

The young girl hadn’t fully grasped the meaning of his words when she felt a firm, strong arm wrap around her waist, and the man’s scent washed over her.

The next moment, her lips were covered by something warm.

At the same time, one of Jiang Mu’s hands slid down from her waist, gently coming to rest over her lower abdomen, where her Dantian was located.

The wind outside the window died down, and the light and shadows within the room seemed to freeze at this moment.

"MMPH!"

The young girl’s eyes flew wide, her body going completely rigid.

Her mind went blank. All her senses seemed to converge on her lips and the hand pressed against her abdomen.

She was completely unaware of when the Ghost Pill re-entered her mouth, how it slid down her throat, or how it returned to her Dantian.

She could only stare blankly, her eyes wide.

Gazing at the man’s profile, so close she could touch it, she forgot to breathe, forgot to think.

The hand Jiang Mu had placed on her abdomen quietly released a stream of Demonic Qi.

It welded the modified Ghost Pill firmly to the core of her Dantian, ensuring it would no longer be rejected.

At the same time, the breath he passed to her contained the Pure Yang Qi of a living person. It slowly intertwined and harmonized with the innate Yin energy of Yu Xiaoqian’s ghostly body, forming a gentle buffer.

This prevented the violent conflict that could arise from the sudden fusion of the Ghost Pill and her ghostly body.

The room was utterly silent, save for the sound of faint breaths.

After a long moment, Jiang Mu finally pulled back, releasing the arm he had around her.

Although Yu Xiaoqian was a Ghost Cultivator, she possessed a physical body formed from Incense and Candle Power. Aside from her skin being slightly cool to the touch, she was no different from a living girl.

A single silver thread, like the red thread of fate spun by the Old Man Under the Moon, shimmered in the dim light.

It stretched taut.

And then it snapped, dissipating into the air.

"You..."

Yu Xiaoqian finally came to her senses.

She staggered back half a step.

She looked at Jiang Mu, her words a jumble, not knowing what to say.

Compared to the occasional awkwardness he felt when facing Shui Miaozheng, Jiang Mu had now reverted to his usual assertive and calm demeanor in front of this girl who was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

He patted Yu Xiaoqian’s shoulder and explained in a calm tone:

"First, let me be clear. I didn’t mean to take liberties with you just now. I’m a man of principle. This was done solely to save your life by returning the Ghost Pill and stabilizing it within your body.

The method may have been unconventional, but it was effective.

Of course, if this creates any resentment, or if you have other thoughts on the matter, we can discuss it later.

For now, focus on sensing the Ghost Pill and try to cultivate. It should feel different from before. I’ll come see you again in a few days."

He paused, looking at the young girl’s still-flushed cheeks, and added,

"Oh, and from now on, you don’t have to call me ’Master’ anymore. You used to like calling me ’bookworm,’ didn’t you? Call me whatever you like."

With that, Jiang Mu didn’t linger and turned to leave.

After stepping out of the spatial rift and returning to the wilderness, Jiang Mu raised a hand to rub the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath,

’Damn it. My first kiss after transmigrating, just given away like that. I can’t believe it was to a little ghost girl.’

’What kind of mess is this...’

’Bai Xiang, oh, Bai Xiang... your master is no longer pure.’

Jiang Mu shook his head, casting aside the strange emotions, and sped off toward the encampment.

...

Back in the room, Yu Xiaoqian still stood there in a daze.

After a good while, her unfocused gaze gradually sharpened, as if her wandering soul had finally returned to her body.

The Ghost Pill operated smoothly within her Dantian.

An unprecedented feeling of warmth and fullness emanated from it. It was truly different now.

"But..."

The young girl blinked her clear, yet bewildered, eyes and muttered to herself,

’If he was just returning the Ghost Pill... why... did he have to use his tongue? So strange...’