Chapter 114: The 130-Day Cloud God Technique

"Husband?" A voice echoed in the room. Yun Yi pushed against Qian Mo's chest, but having been pampered by him so tenderly for so long, her strength had long since melted away, leaving her with no force to push him off.

"My lady, do you feel that your cultivation has increased quite a bit?" Qian Mo smiled slightly, turning to look at Yun Yi as he asked with a chuckle. Having battled for such a long time, he was satisfied and decided not to continue, lying back down to the side.

"Cultivation?" Suddenly reminded, Yun Yi gathered her thoughts and sensed her internal energy. She had actually broken through; she was previously at the four-star level, but now she was a seven-star—an entire three-star leap.

"Seven-star Dou Huang?! A full three-star jump." Yun Yi felt her cultivation level and looked at Qian Mo in disbelief.

Qian Mo said proudly, "Ha, isn't that all thanks to your husband? Not only did I make you happy, but I also helped you break through. Well, don't you think it was worth it now?"

"You, you really are shameless. You clearly enjoyed it yourself, and you were so vigorous—truly shameless, ignoring the little one behind you while speaking so boldly!" Yun Yi glared at Qian Mo with a mix of resentment and bashful anger.

"Cough, cough. I have decided that to help your cultivation grow even faster, I must work harder." With that, Qian Mo pulled Yun Yi into his arms.

"You scoundrel, you're still at it?" Yun Yi’s eyes widened as she glared at him.

"With a beauty like you, my lady, how could I stop? Or are you perhaps afraid?" Qian Mo offered a wicked, provocative smile.

"Afraid? I am not afraid at all! Bring it on, see who fears whom! I am not scared!" Yun Yi retorted indignantly. How dare he provoke her!

"Alright, alright, don't be angry, my lady. It is my fault," Qian Mo said with a smile. He then rose, leaned forward, and peered out the window at the brilliant sunshine before lying back down.

***

Cloud Mist Sect
Morning

A ray of sunlight filtered through the window, landing on the faces of the sleeping Yun Yi and Qian Mo. Qian Mo was draped over Yun Yi’s arm. They were both exhausted; the battle had been intense.

"Mmm~" Yun Yi rubbed her eyes, looked at the soundly sleeping Qian Mo, and pinched his cheek. "Husband, time to wake up!" Her tone was sharp—perhaps still smarting from being bullied last night, she was taking her revenge.

Qian Mo stretched on the bed, opened his eyes to the sunlight, and blinked. "It’s already morning? That was fast." He sat up, grabbed her clothes, and tossed them to her.

Yun Yi took the clothes, but as she tried to get up, she felt sore and weary. She cast a resentful glance at Qian Mo. "I’m so sore and tired."

Qian Mo scratched his head awkwardly. "Don't worry, my lady, I shall heal you." He reached out, and a gentle wave of energy instantly entered Yun Yi’s body. She felt a sudden lightness and immense comfort.

"Ah~" She couldn't help but let out a soft sound, her face flushed with a faint glow.

"Let’s go. Introduce me to the people of your Cloud Mist Sect," Qian Mo said after getting dressed.

"Mn." Yun Yi nodded. Just as they were about to leave, a young girl's voice called out: "Master! Master! Yanran is here to see you!" It was Nalan Yanran. Seeing someone approaching, Zi Xuan, who was outside, woke up and stepped forward. "My master has given orders: no one is to enter this room without his permission."

"Master? What master! Move aside, missy! I am here to find my master, Yun Yi!" Nalan Yanran shouted angrily.

Just as Zi Xuan was about to speak again, Qian Mo’s voice came from the room: "Zi Xuan, let her in."

Hearing her master's command, Zi Xuan replied, "Yes, Master."

"Why is there a man’s voice in Master Yun Yi’s room?" Nalan Yanran was startled and rushed toward the room. Before she reached it, the door opened, and a man in white stepped out. Having been training in the valley, Nalan Yanran was unaware of what had happened yesterday.

"Who, who are you? Why are you in my master’s room?" Nalan Yanran pointed at Qian Mo, her tone furious.

Qian Mo looked at the little girl before him. *So this is Nalan Yanran from the original story,* he thought. *I didn't expect her to be so cute when she was young.*

"Since you call Yun'er 'Master,' I suppose you should call me... well, never mind, just call me 'Master' as well." Thinking that the other title didn't quite suit him, Qian Mo waved the thought away.

"Why, why should I call you Master!" Nalan Yanran protested.

"Yanran, don't be rude." Yun Yi stepped out from the room and stood before her. "He is my husband. You shall call him Master as well."

"Come now, call me Master. I have a good treat for you!" Qian Mo said, patting his chest.

When Nalan Yanran heard the word "treat," her little eyes brightened. "Really? Master! Master!"

Yun Yi rubbed her forehead, her face darkening in frustration. Her own disciple had defected so quickly. She felt helpless.

Qian Mo picked up Yanran and asked, "Your name is Yanran, right?"

"Yes, yes, Master! Do you really have a gift for me?" Yanran smiled adorably and nodded.

"Of course. What attribute is the cultivation method you are practicing?" Qian Mo asked.

"I practice a wind-attribute method," Yanran replied. *As expected,* Qian Mo thought.

"Then Master will pass on a wind-attribute Dou Technique to you." He tapped his finger against Yanran’s forehead, and a clear stream of memories flooded her mind. "This technique is called the 'Five Swords of the Wind Sky.' It is a Heaven-tier high-grade technique! Study it well."

Yanran’s eyes sparkled. She nodded vigorously. "I understand, Master! Master is the best!" She leaned forward and kissed Qian Mo on the cheek.

Seeing how obedient Qian Mo had made Yanran, Yun Yi felt a pang of jealousy. However, she was also shocked—a Heaven-tier high-grade technique? Even the Cloud Mist Sect didn't possess such a thing. Moreover, Yanran was only at the eighth stage of Dou Qi; wouldn't such an advanced technique hurt her?

After Yanran left happily with the lollipop and the technique manual Qian Mo had given her, Qian Mo thought, *I seem to have increased the pressure on my other disciple, Xiao Yan. But since I am now in the Cloud Mist Sect and am Yun Yi’s husband, I should change the plot a bit and bring them together.*

Watching Yanran run off, Yun Yi grabbed Qian Mo’s arm and asked, "Husband, you gave her a Heaven-tier technique while her cultivation is still low. Won't that hurt her?"

Qian Mo stroked her hair. "Don't worry, my lady. I gave her the inheritance, so she must cultivate it herself. It will not harm her."

"That puts my mind at ease. Hmph, you gave her a gift the moment you met her, and I’ve been sleeping with you for a whole night—why didn't I get anything?" Yun Yi put on a playful, demanding air.

"Uh... cough, cough. I certainly haven't forgotten. You are my wife; how could I forget? You practice the wind attribute, so I shall give you two: one cultivation method and one Dou Technique. Both are Heaven-tier! How about that? Do you feel my love?"

Yun Yi’s mouth fell open. "Heaven... Heaven-tier? This... this is too valuable." She shook her head.

Qian Mo frowned, pressed his forehead against hers, and said, "Valuable? Nothing is as valuable as you. It is only Heaven-tier; if you want it, I will give it to you unconditionally. As the saying goes, a night as husband and wife brings a hundred days of grace! Don't be so formal with me in the future, do you hear? Whatever you want, just tell me. Even if you want the moon from the sky, I will pluck it down for you."

Yun Yi didn't want to miss this chance. "Then, husband, do you have any techniques or skills that the sect disciples could cultivate together?"

"My wife is still so thoughtful. I like that. I do have some, but first, let me pass on those two I promised you." He tapped his finger, and two rays of light emerged in her mind. "The first is a cultivation method called 'Wind Sky Decree,' and the second is a Dou Technique, the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword.' The 'Five Swords of the Wind Sky' I gave Yanran is actually a branch of the 'Wind Sky Decree.' Once you master it, you will be able to unlock the best techniques for yourself."

"The 'Six Meridian Divine Sword' is divided into six meridians: the first, Mysterious Slash; the second, Sky Breaker; the third, Earth Opener; the fourth, Sword Splitter; the fifth, Sublimation; and the sixth, Return to One!"

"The fifth meridian, Sublimation, is truly remarkable. Anyone who reaches this level can increase their attack power fivefold. For example, if you can only strike down a Dou Zong, with this fivefold boost, you could defeat a Dou Sheng!"

Qian Mo explained every detail to Yun Yi, who was left stunned. *This strong?! Fivefold! A Dou Sheng!* Her mouth hung open in shock. She muttered to herself—there was no help for it; this was the most incredible thing she had heard since she began cultivating.

"Let’s go. Take me to meet the elders. I slept in too late yesterday," Yun Yi said.

Qian Mo nodded. "Very well."

***

Cloud Mist Sect Hall

The four elders, having received notification from Yun Yi, gathered collectively.

"I wonder why the Sect Master has called us here?" one elder muttered.

The Great Elder waved his hand, his gaze filled with disdain. "Why? Isn't it obvious? That young master yesterday made it clear he is the Sect Master’s husband. Of course, she is going to introduce him to us. What else did you expect?"

Another elder added, "Speaking of that young master, I don't know who he is, but he is so powerful. If he were to join our Cloud Mist Sect, our strength would surely soar."

Yun Tian stroked his beard. "The Cloud Mist Sect needs an expert to hold the fort. We don't know when the Old Sect Master will finish his seclusion, and breaking through the Dou Zong realm cannot be rushed, or one risks qi deviation and total destruction."

"True words," the other elders agreed.

Just as they were discussing this, two people walked in: Qian Mo and Yun Yi.

Seeing them arrive, the four elders stood up immediately. "Sect Master."

"Sect Master’s husband." Yun Tian, being quick-witted, looked at Qian Mo, and the other three followed suit.

Qian Mo didn't think much of it, though he looked at Yun Tian with appreciation. Yun Yi blushed slightly. "Very well, you may all sit."

She gestured for them to sit. Seeing only one seat at the head—clearly Yun Yi’s—Qian Mo walked over to a round table in the hall and sat down.

"Don't mind me. My lady, you speak first; I will handle the rest later." With that, he sprawled out on the chair, ignoring all decorum, and settled in for a comfortable nap.

The group was stunned by this display. *Are all experts this casual?*

"Cough, cough. Let us begin today's topic," Yun Yi said, walking to the head seat. "First, I apologize to the elders for sleeping in yesterday."

"No, no, no! Sect Master, you cannot do that! Absolutely not!" The elders were terrified. Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. *That great power is still here! If you do that, we might lose our lives!*

Qian Mo didn't care about such things; it was Yun Yi’s nature, so he let her be.

Once she was seated, Yun Yi continued, "As you know, today I want to speak to you about Qian Mo, my husband." The elders perked up, knowing that whatever was decided today would affect the future of the entire Cloud Mist Sect.

Yun Yi turned slightly. "Firstly, let me introduce him. He is my husband and the one who saved me in the Magical Beast Mountain Range."

"Saved you? Sect Master, did you encounter danger in the Magical Beast Mountain Range?" the Great Elder asked, grasping the most important detail.

Yun Yi nodded. "Yes. I fought the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King and was defeated; my cultivation was sealed. If it weren't for my husband, I would not have returned. He not only subdued the Lion King but also helped me obtain the Companion Purple Crystal Origin, and incidentally, he subdued me as well..." She cast a resentful glance at Qian Mo. *That shameless brute...*

Qian Mo remained sprawled out, eyes closed, ignoring them.

"..." The group looked at Qian Mo, who remained indifferent. They were left helpless.

"Furthermore," Yun Yi added, "my husband says he has good things that can help the Cloud Mist Sect improve its strength." At this, the elders' eyes lit up.

"Are the techniques and skills practiced in your sect individual or collective?" Qian Mo, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"Most are individual," Yun Yi replied.

"A powerful sect cannot exist without a shared foundation. Your sect is disorganized and incomplete. Do you know why the Cloud Mist Sect has remained the same for so many years? It is because you lack a shared philosophy—a sect inheritance technique!" Qian Mo’s words struck at the heart of their problem.

"A sect inheritance technique? The 'Wind Extremity' my master taught me—does that count?" Yun Yi asked. The elders nodded in agreement.

Qian Mo scoffed. "How could that count? That is merely a master-to-disciple teaching. And the 'Wind Extremity' you practice is too weak. If you add the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword' I gave you, the difference is like that between heaven and earth."

He stood up, flashed in front of everyone, sat across from Yun Yi, and said calmly, "Since Yun Yi is my wife, the Cloud Mist Sect is her maiden home. As her husband, I won't be stingy. I will pass on a sect inheritance technique to you all."

"Re—really?" The elders were astonished.

Qian Mo curled his lips. "I never lie." He flicked his finger, and a brilliant light flashed before them. "This technique is called the 'Heavenly Cloud Divine Canon.' You must drip blood onto it to learn it. Furthermore, it is a Heaven-tier technique. Keep it safe."

"Hea—Heaven-tier!!" The group gasped in shock. "I never thought that in my lifetime, I would see a legendary Heaven-tier technique!" They turned to Qian Mo. "Young Master, this is too valuable! How can the Cloud Mist Sect ever repay you?"

"Didn't I say? This is Yun Yi’s dowry. You are her maiden home, so just accept it. Don't waste my time. Besides, Heaven-tier techniques are precious to you, but to me, they are like vegetables in the market. I have plenty. Don't be polite; we are all one family from now on!" Qian Mo flicked his ear, looking impatient.

"One family, yes! One family! It is truly Yun Yi’s blessing to have met you!" Yun Tian laughed.

"I like you; I enjoy the way you talk!" Qian Mo said to the Great Elder.

*Are you people really this spineless? Bought off just like that?* Yun Yi watched the scene, helpless, and rubbed her forehead.

"Hahaha—" Everyone laughed.

"Oh, right. I heard that Nalan Yanran and Xiao Yan of the Xiao family have a marriage engagement, is that correct?" Qian Mo asked.

"Oh, yes. The Xiao family. There have been some situations with the Xiao family lately, but we haven't interfered much regarding Yanran’s engagement," Yun Tian nodded.

Qian Mo nodded. "I see. Very well. If there is nothing else, you should go and contemplate this. I won't disturb you further. My lady, come, I shall take you for a stroll."

"Ah, yes, yes. Sect Master, you have worked hard. You should go out and relax. We will handle things in the sect; don't worry," the elders chimed in, cooperating with Qian Mo.

***

Half a year had passed since Qian Mo arrived at the Cloud Mist Sect.

On a high mountain of the Cloud Mist Sect, Qian Mo sat on the grass, watching the beautiful woman practicing her swordplay. It was Yun Yi. Over the past six months, under Qian Mo’s guidance, she had begun to unlock the first meridian of the "Six Meridian Divine Sword." It was truly a Heaven-tier technique; it was exhausting to practice, but once mastered—even just the first meridian—the power far exceeded what an ordinary Dou Zong could resist.

Qian Mo picked up a cup filled with a special liquid he had prepared for Yun Yi’s training, called "Body Tempering Fluid." One simply had to drink it to strengthen the physical body. Cultivation could not be rushed, so Qian Mo was nurturing her slowly.

In another year, he would return to train Fei'er, but for now, he would focus on this.

Over these six months, Yun Yi had practiced dual cultivation with Qian Mo every night. Nourished by his essence and combined with her own training, she had reached the peak of the nine-star Dou Huang. Going from a four-star to a nine-star peak in half a year would make those who toiled in cultivation die of envy.

Now, Yun Yi was only one small opportunity away from the threshold of the Dou Zong realm.

"My lady, you’ve practiced long enough. Take a rest. A five-star breakthrough in half a year is already quite impressive. Come, drink this Body Tempering Fluid," Qian Mo said, walking over to her.

"Husband." Yun Yi, now completely devoted to him, put down her sword and drank the fluid. She couldn't train until her muscles were bulging like a man's—that wouldn't be attractive. Within the "Wind Sky Decree," she had realized a body-tempering technique that didn't require destructive exercise. By drinking medicinal fluids or soaking in herbal baths, she could strengthen her physical defense while becoming even more slim and elegant.

"My lady, you are becoming more and more tempting." Qian Mo hugged her from behind, greedily inhaling her scent.

"You, you devil! You’ve been eating me for half a year—haven't you had enough? You’ll burst!" Yun Yi scolded with a smile.

Qian Mo inhaled deeply. "I won't burst. Tell me, what level has your 'Wind Jade Body' reached?" The "Wind Jade Body" was the body-tempering technique she had realized.

Yun Yi sensed her internal changes. "Mn, it’s alright. I feel my Wind Jade Body has reached the high-grade Yellow tier." Unlike other techniques, the body-tempering method had to be started from scratch. Progress was slow, but given it was a high-grade technique, it required more time and energy.

"Mn, the Wind Jade Body is a superior physique. To have reached this level after six months of absorbing the fluid is quite good. Later, I will prepare some medicinal herbs for your baths. Soak every night; it will not only eliminate fatigue but also strengthen your constitution. In a few days, your Wind Jade Body will break through to the low-grade Xuan tier," Qian Mo nodded.

"Mn, I understand, husband." Yun Yi’s stomach gave a loud rumble. "I’m hungry! I want delicious food!" She threw her arms around Qian Mo's neck.

"Alright, alright. I have already prepared a feast for you." Qian Mo led her to the side of the valley, where a stone table was covered with a tablecloth—a "Gourmet Tablecloth" he had purchased from the Doraemon world.

"Husband, what are you doing? Is there something special about this tablecloth?" Yun Yi asked suspiciously. "Are you going to feed us the tablecloth?"

"Cough, cough." Qian Mo cleared his throat. "My dear, this is no ordinary cloth. Have you ever seen me produce anything ordinary?"

Yun Yi thought for a moment and shook her head. "That is true."

"Exactly. I tell you, the full name of this is the 'Gourmet Tablecloth.' Whatever you want to eat, just say it, and it will produce it for you," Qian Mo said.

"This... is that magical?! Anything?" Yun Yi looked on with skeptical eyes.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me. Let me demonstrate." Qian Mo paused and commanded, "Give me a table of grilled lamb skewers and two cups of milk-flavored matcha!"

In an instant, after a two-second delay, a table full of grilled lamb skewers and two cups of green-and-white milk tea appeared. Smelling the fragrance, Yun Yi’s eyes brightened. "Wow, it smells so good! It really works, and it’s so convenient!" Saliva began to pool at the corner of her lips.

"You're hungry, eat up. Don't starve yourself." Qian Mo sat down first, and Yun Yi followed suit. Qian Mo picked up a skewer and handed it to her. "My dear, taste this."

"Mm-hmm," Yun Yi nodded, took the skewer, and began to eat with such enthusiasm that she completely abandoned her image.

"Here, don't just eat the meat. Taste the milk-flavored matcha; it’s excellent." Qian Mo inserted a straw into the drink and handed it to her. "Look at you, your mouth is covered in oil." He produced a tissue and gently wiped her lips.

Yun Yi took a sip of the matcha and smiled happily. "Wow, it’s so good! I’ve never tasted such a delicious drink."

"My lady, this isn't tea. It's a beverage—or, in your world, a fruit drink," Qian Mo explained.

"This fruit drink is too delicious," Yun Yi said between sips.

Just as they were eating, a girl in a red dress ran over from not far away. It was Nalan Yanran, though she was much taller than she had been half a year ago.

"Master!" Her voice rang out. Seeing the spread of food, she complained, "Master, you are so mean! You have such good food but didn't give Yanran any!"

"Cough, cough!"

"You little girl, what are you doing here?" Qian Mo asked.

"Oh, I came to tell you! I have mastered the first sword of the 'Five Swords of the Wind Sky'! I successfully condensed my Dou Qi and broke through to become a Dou Zhe!" Yanran looked incredibly happy, as if waiting for a reward.

At fourteen, becoming a Dou Zhe was considered genius-level in the Cloud Mist Sect, though to Qian Mo, it was perfectly normal.

"What? Yanran, you’re already a Dou Zhe? How old are you this year!" Yun Yi swallowed the meat in her mouth, surprised.

"Master, I am fourteen!" Yanran said proudly.

"Haha, good, good! Our Cloud Mist Sect is about to produce another little genius—a fourteen-year-old Dou Zhe!" Yun Yi’s eyes sparkled. She paused and said, "Yanran, you must continue to cultivate hard. You are the future Sect Master of the Cloud Mist Sect. You’ve been training for so long, but you probably don't know that the elders have the sect’s inheritance technique. Now that you are a Dou Zhe, you can go and receive it. Go on, hurry!"

The requirement of reaching Dou Zhe was something Qian Mo had suggested, so he had insisted that one must reach that level before learning the technique.