153 Innate Realm!

Liu Yuanyuan briefly explained the facilities within the room. Eager to avoid lingering as an unwanted third wheel, she took her leave immediately after finishing.

Against the backdrop of rich, festive decorations, Xiao Yao felt a mounting sense of anticipation, as if he were already a groom standing at the threshold of marriage. Subconsciously, he pulled Yin Xiaoya tightly into his arms.

The atmosphere was warm and tender. After the two of them had embraced quietly for a moment, Xiao Yao broke the silence, asking, "Would you like to take a shower first... or should we take one together?"

Yin Xiaoya shook her head hastily and replied, "I want to wash up by myself. You must not come in."

Seeing Yin Xiaoya's bashful and coy expression, the corners of Xiao Yao's lips curved upward.

To avoid making Yin Xiaoya feel uneasy, Xiao Yao did not tease her any further.

The presidential suite of the Taihe Hotel was exceptionally spacious. Aside from the master bedroom, it featured two smaller guest rooms.

Feeling too shy to change in the master bedroom, Yin Xiaoya retreated to the adjacent small bedroom, closed the door behind her, and finally began to undress.

Xiao Yao took a quick, refreshing shower in the master bedroom. After slipping into a pristine white bathrobe, he brewed a cup of tea, seated himself on the sofa, and waited for Yin Xiaoya to join him.

Nearly an hour later, Yin Xiaoya finally emerged, shuffling timidly into the master bedroom.

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When Xiao Yao opened his eyes the following morning, the day was already fully bright.

He first directed his attention inward to sense the vortex of primordial qi within his dantian, and a look of profound surprise instantly illuminated his face.

The cluster of qi in his dantian had condensed to the size of a chicken egg. Moreover, without requiring his deliberate guidance or concentration, it had fused together tightly and was now rotating at a steady, unceasing velocity. Even though he had not consciously cultivated during the night, the innate breath within the qi vortex continued to accumulate every single moment.

After carefully examining it once more, he confirmed that it was certainly not an illusion. His current realm had indeed reached the First Heaven of the Innate Breath Realm!

In other words, in the span of a single night, he had crossed the threshold into the Innate realm!

For a practitioner, the Pure Yin physique was truly a supreme treasure for cultivation. Running the dual-cultivation technique for just one night was equivalent to three to five years of arduous, solitary toil.

Under normal circumstances, had he practiced diligently, it would have taken him three to five years to ascend to the First Heaven of the Innate Breath Realm. Yet, possessing the Pure Yin physique as an ultimate cultivation vessel, and having absorbed that trace of pure yang essence contained within it, he had bypassed three to five years of grueling labor in a single night.

No wonder Pan Wu held the Pure Yin physique in such high esteem; for any cultivator, it was indeed a shortcut of immense and irresistible temptation.

The Pure Yin physique was a rare and exquisite blessing bestowed by heaven and earth, exceedingly scarce and difficult to encounter. Throughout Pan Wu's long lifespan of three thousand years, he had only ever crossed paths with a single Pure Yin physique. For Xiao Yao to encounter such boundless fortune right at the start of his cultivation journey, his luck was truly beyond reproach.

Of course, rare though the Pure Yin physique might be, had he lacked a top-tier dual-cultivation technique to maximize its potential, he could never have attained the Innate realm overnight.

Across thousands of years, the dual-cultivation techniques mastered by Pan Wu were countless, among which the six most supreme arts stood out above all others.

Each of these six supreme dual-cultivation techniques possessed its own distinct characteristics and focal points.

The two most tyrannical methods among these six were the Heaven-Swallowing Yin-Yang Art and the Ascendant Sun Heaven-Repairing Technique.

While the Heaven-Swallowing Yin-Yang Art could be practiced by both men and women, the Ascendant Sun Heaven-Repairing Technique was designed exclusively for male practitioners. Both methods were extraordinarily overbearing and vicious; when practiced by men, they forcibly plundered the female's true yin, causing severe and lasting damage to the dual-cultivation vessel.

Such dual-cultivation arts profited oneself at the expense of others, and Xiao Yao disdained to practice them.

The Spiritual Rhinoceros Art of Heaven and Earth Communion was the dual-cultivation technique Pan Wu valued most. Among the six supreme arts, this was the only one capable of enhancing spiritual power.

Since Pan Wu placed little value on the refinement of the physical body, a dual-cultivation technique capable of augmenting spiritual strength was naturally his favorite.

The Yellow Emperor's True Classic of Governing Women and the Supreme Joyous Zen Scripture were top-tier dual-cultivation techniques focused on physical refinement, but they were restricted to male practitioners, with women serving merely as auxiliaries.

The technique Xiao Yao had practiced last night was the "Ode to the Great Joy of Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang," which was likewise a top-tier dual-cultivation art focused on physical refinement, yet it was not exclusive to men and could be practiced equally by both genders.

Yin Xiaoya's Pure Yin physique was simply too precious. Practicing this art together with him allowed the two of them to complement one another; their cultivation speed and efficacy would far surpass what he could achieve through unilateral practice alone.

Although Yin Xiaoya currently understood nothing of the path, once he imparted the techniques and guided her, she would undoubtedly become a powerful and steadfast assistant in his cultivation. This was infinitely superior to reducing Yin Xiaoya to a passive vessel, and the benefits to him were correspondingly greater.

When practicing this technique, the efficacy of the very first session was by far the most pronounced. The reason Xiao Yao was able to reach the Innate realm overnight was entirely due to the potency of that single drop of true yang residing within Yin Xiaoya's body.

The true preciousness of the Pure Yin physique lay precisely in this.

Extreme yin gives birth to yang; that trace of true yang within the Pure Yin physique was incomparably precious, yet once expended, it could never be regenerated.

Even so, as Xiao Yao and Yin Xiaoya continued to practice this dual-cultivation technique in the future, the effects would no longer be quite so explosive.

Even with that limitation, Xiao Yao still looked forward to it with profound anticipation and longing.

By practicing this art, his cultivation velocity would increase by at least twofold!

While the short-term gains might not appear overwhelmingly dramatic from here on, the cumulative effects over the long term would be nothing short of astonishing.

Yin Xiaoya had truly been unable to withstand the relentless affection of the previous night, drifting into an exhausted slumber only as dawn approached. At that moment, she was still fast asleep.

Refusing to disturb her, Xiao Yao rose from the bed with light, cautious steps.

By the time he finished a shower and stepped out of the bathroom, Yin Xiaoya had already woken up and dressed.

"Why didn't you sleep a little longer? You don't have to go to work today; you could have slept in," Xiao Yao said, walking over to the bedside.

Yin Xiaoya glanced up at Xiao Yao, and upon catching sight of his robust physique and fluid muscle lines, a wave of deep crimson flooded her cheeks. She immediately lowered her head, murmuring, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"I am already your man, and you are my woman. We spent the entire night doing thoroughly shameless things together, so what is there to be shy about? It's not like you haven't seen my body before," Xiao Yao teased deliberately.

"I don't have skin as thick as yours. Put your clothes on right now, or I'll be angry," Yin Xiaoya said, half-ashamed and half-annoyed.

Seeing Yin Xiaoya's bashful demeanor, the fire in Xiao Yao's dantian reignited instantly. Had he not considered the heavy toll the previous night had taken on her, he certainly would have transformed back into a voracious wolf and pounced on her without a second thought.

"All right, I'll listen to you today, but you'll have to get used to it before long."

Xiao Yao quickly dressed and asked, "Are you hungry? It's not convenient for you to move around much today—tell me what you'd like to eat, and I can have them deliver it straight up."

Given the sheer intensity of the previous night's activities, Yin Xiaoya's stomach was indeed rumbling with hunger. The mere mention of food by Xiao Yao made her feel all the more famished.