FMLB Chapter 79

Chapter 79- Breathing Through the Lips

“Great, there’s actually a dual cultivation technique! This way, we can progress together!”

If Xi Guican’s tiger ears weren’t excitedly standing up, He Ruge might actually believe that Xi Guican was genuinely happy for the sake of “progressing together.”

Xi Guican eagerly opened the game in his Light Brain.

“We need to study the technique thoroughly to cultivate better.”

“…”

For some reason, He Ruge felt a slight regret in his heart. He couldn’t help but feel like he was walking into a trap by revealing the dual cultivation technique.

The snowy-white tiger ears trembled with excitement. When Xi Guican saw the illustrations and explanations of “Fusion of Water and Milk” and “Spiritual and Physical Unity,” he suddenly raised his head, as if needing to catch his breath from the overwhelming excitement.

“This is truly a profound technique.” Xi Guican shook his head and muttered to himself, then eagerly dove into the ocean of knowledge like a hungry wolf.

“No need to look at the content towards the end.”

Seeing the vivid illustrations and detailed explanations of the postures in the technique, He Ruge couldn’t help but blush. He quickly covered Xi Guican’s shining blue eyes and pinched his snowy-white tiger ears.

“No blushing allowed, no excitement allowed.”

Although He Ruge himself blushed, he scolded Xi Guican without mercy, displaying a classic case of “officials are allowed to set fires, but commoners are not allowed to light lamps.”

Xi Guican tried hard to swallow his saliva, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. However, all he could smell was the strange fragrance emanating from He Ruge’s hand.

The military uniform worn by He Ruge was filled with an enticing scent. When the clothes He Ruge ordered arrived, he would keep this set unwashed, determined not to wash it.

“Have you understood how to cultivate the first level of ‘Breathing through the lips’?”

When Xi Guican’s breathing became too steady, He Ruge finally removed his hand covering Xi Guican’s eyes.

The specific cultivation method was esoteric and difficult to understand, and He Ruge couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

However, the game explained it very clearly: he was the passive participant in the cultivation, while Xi Guican was the active one.

In essence, He Ruge was more like a purifying vessel. Xi Guican’s spiritual power would flow through him once, with a small portion remaining in He Ruge’s body, while the rest would become more refined and return to Xi Guican’s body after purification.

So, this was a dual cultivation technique where both parties benefited.

Xi Guican nodded, then added quietly, “Actually, I’ve also understood the second level.”

He Ruge responded coldly, “We only need to cultivate the first level.”

Xi Guican, feeling somewhat aggrieved, said, “Okay.”

There’s nothing difficult in the world as long as one is willing to climb. Even if this piece of meat was hanging on the highest peak, Xi Guican would climb up with all his might, then enjoy it to the fullest.

Xi Guican, who has set life goals, pursed his lips and said, “Don’t speak, kiss me.”

Even the most handsome face puckering up looks foolish, with all aggressiveness hidden behind harmless appearances.

Just like a big white tiger saying to a little koi, “I’ll only kiss you, won’t do anything bad.” However, the innocent little koi believed it. It leaped out of the water, its watery mouth puckering on the tiger’s mouth.

The fragrant little koi, carrying moist water vapor on its body, was held down by the tiger’s rough paws, and the rough tiger’s tongue began to do as it pleased.

Wrapped in ethereal qi that makes one feel as if floating in a fairyland, glistening drool flowed from the corner of the mouth, streaming down the slender and fragile neck, as if a sacrificed lamb lifted its neck.

The fish tail began to tremble, struggling wildly as if suffocating, yet the big white tiger firmly held the little koi with its rough paws, which were made damp by the little koi.

After the cultivation ended, He Ruge lay on the bed, his whole body softened. His eyes were tinged with the pink of peach blossoms in March, and his body emitted a light pink color due to the steamy heat.

The heat of the demon pattern on his legs had never subsided. He didn’t know what to do when the demon pattern heated up before, but now he understood.

He needed to guide the energy inside the demon pattern to circulate within his body. Just like Xi Guican had just used that unfamiliar, domineering qi to rush and collide within his own body.

Compared to Xi Guican’s qi, which was as solid and rich as a river, He Ruge’s qi was like a tiny stream. He controlled this weak qi to flow into his throat, trying to softly call out, “Guican.”

A gentle voice that couldn’t be described in words reached Xi Guican’s ears. It was a ethereal sound that could cleanse people’s hearts, as if someone were singing on a very high sea of clouds, with the sound of the song and golden light piercing through the clouds, crossing time and space, and reaching directly to his heart.

In that moment, he was brought back to beautiful memories by this heavenly voice.

Is this… the feeling of being moved?

Xi Guican covered his chest, staring blankly at He Ruge.

His dumbfounded expression pleased He Ruge quite well. This way of speaking consumed a lot of qi, and He Ruge felt that if he finished reading a short fairy tale, all his qi would be exhausted.

“Do you think it sounds nice?”

He Ruge was now speaking in a normal tone, without consuming any qi.

“It sounds very nice, extremely nice. It’s the nicest voice I’ve ever heard.”

Xi Guican couldn’t describe this auditory feast with any other words except ‘nice’.

He Ruge chuckled, “Is it really that nice? Are you just trying to make me happy?”

He Ruge listened to his own voice and didn’t feel much, perhaps it was like not recognizing the true face of Mount Lu, only because one was in this mountain.

Xi Guican wished he could lend his ears to He Ruge, allowing He Ruge to listen to this celestial sound.

“I don’t even want others to hear your voice,” he muttered with a frown.

“If we record an audio, will my voice be distorted?”

He Ruge couldn’t help but ponder this question. In the end, he and Xi Guican decided to record it and give it a listen.

“Do you have any platforms here for broadcasting, singing, or recording?”

He Ruge was actually a little excited about the storytelling Xi Guican mentioned before. He could open a dedicated bedtime story broadcast room, read bedtime stories to children or insomniacs, or the content of this broadcast room could be more diverse, including audio novels and the like.

He would write novels and read them himself.

Speaking of which, does StarNet have a novel website?

Xi Guican shook his head, “Our usual entertainment activities involve watching live broadcasts. Star Wars live broadcasts are currently the most popular content, with official live rooms.”

As he spoke, he opened the live platform, and a large number of military-type broadcasts appeared before He Ruge’s eyes—terrifying Zerg, wriggling mouthparts, bombing smoke, shattered mechas, bloodstained limbs, and dead soldiers.

Thorn-winged insects cut through the hard mechas, “disemboweling” them, and giant mouthparts began devouring struggling soldiers from their feet, a shot hit the insect’s face, blowing off the left half of its compound eye. The giant insect let out a piercing scream, and the upper body that hadn’t been eaten fell out of its mouth, oozing slippery internal organs.

Red, white, and fragmented.

There was no concealment; war and death were presented bare before his eyes.

This was real death, not a false movie. With each breath he took, thousands of lives died.

He Ruge’s mind went blank. His world, which had never touched cruel warfare, was being dissected piece by piece. The color drained from his face, turning almost as white as a sheet of paper in the end.

Xi Guican hurriedly turned off the live broadcast. He cradled He Ruge’s face and saw the fragile soul within those moist black eyes.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be sad.”

He clumsily kissed He Ruge’s eyebrows and eyes, trying to kiss away the unease on He Ruge’s face.

The warm kisses awakened He Ruge, along with the thoughts that had almost frozen in death.

He Ruge grabbed Xi Guican’s hand, his face still pale, but the tightly clenched heart no longer convulsed in pain.

“Guican, is this Star Wars?”

“This is the Second Star Wars. Seventeen years ago, the First Star Wars broke out on Seventeen Star. The Federation won the First Star Wars, but the victory was somewhat unfair. Because at that time, the Zerg violated the contract with me, and their strength was greatly weakened.”

“Two years ago, the Zerg returned with a vengeance. Seventeen Star has fallen, and now the Zerg has attacked Sixteen Star.”

Xi Guican didn’t like He Ruge’s pale complexion. He kissed He Ruge’s cheeks forcefully, trying to bring color back to his face, and said, “You don’t have to worry. In a while, I’ll go and participate in the Second Star Wars again.”

“With me here, the Federation will surely win.”

He spoke lightly, as if stating an established fact.

Extra Scene:

Author: May I ask what your life goals are?

Xi Guican: Eating meat, the kind of big fish and meat.

He Ruge: Playing with tigers, the kind with a shocking amount of fur.

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