In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

An hour later.

On the bluestone at the bottom of the lake, Leng Yuening lay on her side on the soft bedding, her snow-white skin showing a faint blush.

She tried to push away the arms around her waist, but they held her tighter.

"You scoundrel..." She cursed in a low voice, but stopped struggling. She just stared at the school of fish swimming outside the water cover in a trance.

Everything that happened today seems like a dream.

Li Zimo played with a strand of her hair and chuckled, "After all, I am your savior. Is this how you treat your savior?"

"You!" Leng Yuening turned and glared at him, but her momentum faded when she met those smiling eyes. "How can a savior save others like this... You scoundrel, you took my body and destroyed my innocence, and you haven't even told me your name."

"Li Zimo." He reached out and smoothed her slightly furrowed brow. "Third-level warrior, mountain hunter."

Leng Yuening was stunned when she heard this. Thinking that she had had physical contact with a mountain hunter of low cultivation, she felt so sad that she couldn't express it in words and tears rolled down her face silently.

Seeing her crying, Li Zimo leaned over and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

This sudden tenderness made her stop crying, but she blushed when the other party kissed her lips.

She panted and pushed away his big hand on her chest: "Don't do this, take me out quickly."

Li Zimo smiled slightly: "Miss, you haven't told me your name yet?"

She hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly: "Leng Yuening."

Li Zimo helped her up and took out a white dress and handed it to her.

She took it shyly, turned her back and dressed herself.

After they were both ready, he put his arm around her slender waist with one hand, made a hand gesture with the other, and led her out of the water, walking on the lake surface to the shore.

"What are your plans?" Li Zimo asked.

She shook her head blankly: "I have lost all my cultivation and become a useless person. I don't know where to go."

Li Zimo said, "Since you have nowhere else to go, why don't you stay with me in this valley? This valley has beautiful scenery, a lake, and fruits and vegetables. It's a rare and elegant place to live, a paradise on earth."

The woman looked at the valley in front of her with birds singing and flowers blooming, and thought that she had no cultivation and it would be difficult for her to get out of these ten thousand mountains, so she nodded slightly.

The afternoon sun shines through the mist, creating ripples on the lake.

Leng Yuening stood on the shore, looking at Li Zimo who was cutting wood in the distance, with a complicated expression.

He was shirtless, holding an ordinary axe, clumsily cutting wood into logs. He looked like a hunter in the mountains, not like a master at all.

She looked down at her palms. The spiritual power that once could easily cut through mountains now made even chopping wood difficult. She couldn't help but bite her lower lip.

"What? Are you standing here in a daze?" Li Zimo's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

She came back to her senses and saw beads of sweat on his forehead. She couldn't help but frown: "You... do you like to pretend so much?"

Li Zimo raised his eyebrows: "Why are you pretending?"

"You're a third-level warrior, yet you can isolate such a large lake underwater and even produce healing elixirs of that quality. Do you really think you're an ordinary hunter?"

Li Zimo smiled and brushed the fallen leaves from her hair. "They are just the spiritual weapons and elixirs passed down from my family. If I really had the ability, why would I hide in this deep mountain forest?"

Leng Yuening was silent for a moment, but she didn't ask any more questions. She turned and walked towards the woods: "I'm going to find some fruit."

By evening, a simple but sturdy wooden house had taken shape.

Li Zimo wiped the sweat off his face and looked at his work with satisfaction.

Leng Yuening walked out of the forest carrying wild fruits and spiritual herbs. When she saw the wooden house, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "You are quite nimble."

Li Zimo smiled and said, "We can't let a beautiful woman sleep in the wilderness."

She hummed softly and placed the wild fruits she had picked on a stone beside her: "Let's eat some first."

The two sat by the lake and ate in silence.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the lake golden. Leng Yue gazed at the ripples and suddenly spoke:

"Why did you save me? You might as well just let me die."

Li Zimo chewed on the fruit and said vaguely: "It is not a gentleman's behavior to see someone dying and not help him."

"But then you..." Her cheeks flushed and she spoke shyly.

Li Zimo looked at her sideways, with a mischievous look in his eyes: "What happened next?"

She turned her face away in shame and anger and said nothing more.

He chuckled and held her wrist: "Haven't you noticed that your meridians have begun to recover?"

She was startled, and indeed she felt a faint flow of spiritual power in her body. Hope suddenly lit up in her eyes: "Really?"

Li Zimo nodded: "After some time, perhaps I can recover some of my cultivation."

Hope just rose and then fell, and she said sadly: "But my Dantian is broken. Even if the meridians are restored, I can't store spiritual energy..."

Li Zimo pondered for a moment and said, "Haven't you noticed yet? My physique is very special. Practicing dual cultivation with me will not only slowly repair your meridians, but also your Dantian."

"really?"

He didn't answer directly, but just smiled and said, "Just stay here and relax. You will recover your strength slowly."

Leng Yuening stared at him for a long time, and seeing that he looked serious, she finally nodded slightly.

Then she thought that she had to continue dual cultivation in order to recover her cultivation level, and she immediately lowered her head in shame, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes, staring at her slightly exposed toes in a daze.

As dusk deepened, a thin mist rose in the valley.

Li Zimo stood in front of the wooden house and said in a gentle voice: "It's getting cold, come in quickly."

After a pause, he added with a hint of sarcasm, "There's only enough time to build one room."

The bonfire made Leng Yuening's cheeks red.

She hesitated for a while, and finally stood up and walked towards the wooden house, her steps so light as if she was afraid of disturbing the ambiguous night.

Inside the house, dusk filtered through the window lattices, dyeing everything a hazy dark blue.

Leng Yuening stood barefoot in the middle of the hall, the coolness of the wooden floor spreading up from the soles of her feet.

She looked at the half-open bamboo door of the dormitory, and her heartbeat was particularly clear in the silence.

"You'll catch a cold if you stand any longer." Li Zimo's voice came from the inner room, accompanied by the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

Her fingertips paused, and the memory of him breathing air for her underwater during the day suddenly came to her mind, and her cheeks suddenly became hot.

With a creak, the bamboo door swung open without a breeze. Moonlight streamed in obliquely, illuminating the plain quilt covering the bed—I wondered when he had prepared so many things so perfectly.

"I, I'll go get some water from the lake..." She turned around and tried to escape, but a flexible spiritual force gently wrapped around her waist.

Her back hit a warm chest, and the familiar scent of herbs mixed with masculine scent surrounded her.

"Are you really leaving?" Li Zimo's lips were almost touching her earlobe, and his warm breath made her shudder. "Are you not going to repair your meridians?"

His palms covered her folded hands in front of her abdomen, guiding her to touch the belt around his waist.

"If the young lady really doesn't want to..." His voice was filled with a hint of joking, "I can also slowly guide her with my spiritual power, but the effect may be..."

"I..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's. She could feel the warmth of his palm through his thin shirt. "Can dual cultivation really repair the Dantian?"

She was answered with a soft kiss behind her ear.

The brocade belt slipped off, the clothes fell to the ground, and the nightingale perched outside the window was startled and flew away.

Li Zimo picked her up sideways, his movements were gentle but unyielding.

"Relax." His palm rested on her lower back, and a gentle spiritual power flowed into her Mingmen acupoint, caressing her damaged meridians like a spring breeze and rain.

"Hmm..." She raised her head involuntarily, feeling the withered spiritual veins as if they had received a refreshing rain, and greedily absorbed this power.

Her body seemed to have a consciousness of its own and she unconsciously moved closer to him.

"That's right." He chuckled, shaking their skin as he carried her towards the bed.

On the plain brocade quilt, her inky black hair spread out, entangled with his hair.

The moonlight was like water, casting the figures of the two people on the wall, sometimes overlapping, sometimes separating.

At first she still remembered the key points of the technique, but later she could only hold the corner of the quilt tightly and surrender under his gentle attack.

Li Zimo's spiritual power was like a trickle of water, which not only repaired her damaged meridians, but also awakened her long-dormant spiritual perception.

When the last key spiritual vein was opened, she finally couldn't hold back her tears, and a long-lost warmth emerged in her dantian.

Li Zimo gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes and held her in his arms.