Jemima wished the ground would swallow whole, never had felt such unbearable embarrassment. Jhaelyn drew a deep breath, lifted eyes to Jared, and though shy, spoke with steady resolve. “If it helps everyone… I’m willing…”
Seeing Jhaelyn agree, Jemima bit lip and gave a tiny nod, burying head even lower. Jared said no more. One fingertip traced the center of his brow, and golden light from the Pentacarna Tower flared, enveloping all three of them.
By the time Flaxseed‘s laughter faded, they were standing in the tower‘s inner hall.
The spiritual energy here was a hundred times denser than outside. Celestial gems littered the floor, glowing softly, and a bed in the center was layered with a millennium-old warm emerald that nourished the soul on its own.
“Don’t be afraid…” Jared clasped their hands, warmth from the Golden Dragon Bloodline pouring through his palm. “Relax your minds. Let your spiritual energy follow mine…”
Eyes closed, the women felt that golden warmth flow slowly into their bodies.
At first they tensed, but when the stream touched the hidden injuries in their meridians, a delicious numbness spread, and their bodies gradually relaxed.
Jared sat cross-legged, placing them on either side with his palms gently pressed to their elixir fields. He activated the Focus Technique, stirring the nascence power of the Golden Dragon Bloodline, weaving two slender golden threads that slipped into each woman.
Where the gold threads passed, the frosty energy melted like snow beneath spring sun, releasing a faint sizzling sound.
Both women let out muffled groans as waves of warmth blossomed in their elixir fields, and their once-blocked spiritual energy roared through their meridians.
“Now!” Jared whispered, guiding their auras to merge with his own Golden Dragon Bloodline.
In a heartbeat, the three silhouettes were cocooned in gold; dragons coiled within the light, flowers blooming between them.
Dual cultivation was never mere taking, but a harmony of energies.
Jared’s bold and vigorous Golden Dragon Bloodline neutralized their inner frost, while their refined spiritual energy streamed back into him, tempering the restless edge of his recent breakthrough.
Inside the Pentacarna Tower, an hour outside became several days within.
Jared finally rose and slipped back into his clothes. Guiding two partners at once had been no burden at all to his present strength.
As the golden cocoon dissolved, Jhaelyn and Jemima opened their eyes. Spiritual light danced in their pupils, and the aura of Level Six Wandering Immortals rolled from their forms.
The bruise on Jemima’s wrist had vanished, skin now smooth. The fatigue between Jhaelyn‘s brows was gone, cold elegance softened by a newly nourished glow.
“I… I actually advanced?” Jemima stared at own hands, marveling at the surge of strength inside her.
Jhaelyn clenched fist, sensing the bottleneck that had plagued shatter completely; energy now flowed ten times smoother than before.
Jared withdrew his palms with a grin. Though a fair bit of Golden Dragon nascence power had been spent, it now felt even purer. “See? I wasn’t just taking advantage, right?”
Jemima’s cheeks reddened, shot a playful glare, unaware of how bewitching that glance was.
Jhaelyn stepped forward and hooked arm through his, voice trembling ever so slightly. “You nearly wore us out, we’re still sore all over…”
Jared patted the back of hand, gaze gentle. “A little rest and you’ll be fine.”
The three shared a laugh, earlier shyness now forged into quiet rapport.
When they stepped out of the Pentacarna Tower again, Flaxseed sensed their new aura and his eyes bulged.
“Holy smokes! Level Six Wandering Immortals?”
He rubbed his eyes, circling the two women in awe. “Jared, your healing skills are outrageous, cured the illness and yanked their realm up a notch? Be honest, did those days inside drain you dry?”
