Chapter 124: Miao Ruolan’s Troubles

Kunlun, a mystical mountain in the northwest of the Great Xia.

Its vastness is impossible to fully behold. Its nature is profoundly strange, rumored to house countless wonders that are rarely seen or found in this world, and which even modern science cannot explain.

What is the connection between Kunlun and Kuncang? What role does Kuncang play in this great game of human existence?

Ding Ruoshui increasingly seems like the "World Walker" of Kuncang. She possesses miraculous cultivation—neither genetic enhancement nor traditional martial arts, yet superior to both. Not even her parents know the source of her power. Where are her roots? What kind of force could forge such a marvel of humanity without her parents' knowledge? Perhaps only Kuncang could.

She suddenly arrived in Fengcheng, appeared by his side, orchestrated a beautiful encounter, and gave him a painting... What was her intent? These are all mysteries.

However, these are not mysteries that must be solved right now. Lin Xiaosu’s path cannot be led by the nose by anyone—be it the Hidden Dragons or the even more mysterious Kuncang.

Lin Xiaosu put the painting down, returning it to its original place.

"You're not taking it?" Miao Ruolan’s heartbeat, which had finally calmed, began to race again.

"I just wanted to see what mysteries were hidden in this painting! Seeing it is enough," Lin Xiaosu said. "Has there been any progress with your cultivation?"

Miao Ruolan loved talking about this topic. Moreover, she was excited. Unable to share this with anyone else, he was the only one she could confide in.

"It’s truly hard to imagine; I feel my combat power has increased significantly!" Miao Ruolan said. "The method you used last time was extremely effective. I have already formed true qi circuits in both my arms, and I feel the strength in them has at least doubled!"

Doubling arm strength—what a terrifying achievement. And it wasn't just that. Anyone who practices the "Rejuvenation Technique" knows that the effect of true qi is by no means limited to a simple increase in strength. Wherever true qi forms a circuit, that part of the body undergoes a rebirth. Her arm strength had increased, her agility had improved, and her resistance to impact had grown.

Furthermore, she had made a novel discovery: with the formation of these arm circuits, she could allow true qi to permeate her fingertips. This true qi could be used to heal others’ injuries!

Lin Xiaosu was also startled. "True qi at the fingertips can heal others?"

This was a skill he hadn't even explored himself—perhaps because he hadn't even thought in that direction. His mental set was fixed on the original parameters of the "Rejuvenation Technique." The technique was a medical art, but in a lifetime, it could only treat one patient: the practitioner themselves. But according to Miao Ruolan, that wasn't the case. If the Rejuvenation true qi was developed into the arms and could permeate the fingertips to heal others, it was a leap beyond the original constraints of the technique.

"Try it!" Miao Ruolan pressed her fingers onto Lin Xiaosu’s hand. He clearly felt the true qi from her—pure Rejuvenation true qi, full of vitality and life, capable of stimulating the metabolism of flesh and blood.

"Try it on me!" Miao Ruolan said. Lin Xiaosu pressed his fingers to her arm, and the true qi permeated; Miao Ruolan felt it too.

Lin Xiaosu smiled. "I never imagined that the two of us would reach a level that even the ancestors of the Miao family never achieved."

Miao Ruolan replied, "Perhaps this level was there from the start, but our ancestors were too focused on specific domains and never opened this channel."

Rejuvenation—what does it mean to rejuvenate? To restore health with a deft touch should be its true definition. A deft touch that restores health shouldn't just be for oneself; it should benefit all living beings. That is the true meaning of the "Deft Hand of Rejuvenation."

"It seems this technique has real potential for further development!" Lin Xiaosu said. "Do you want me to help you develop another circuit?"

Miao Ruolan was overjoyed. "After clearing the circuits in my arms, I’ve been idle, just waiting for you to come back and turn up the intensity for me."

"Where do you want to increase the intensity this time?"

Miao Ruolan’s face flushed a deeper shade of red. "True qi must be gathered in the internal organs. Once the true qi circuits are formed in the five viscera and six bowels, the speed of the true qi can steadily increase. This is the foundation. Should we... try something big?"

Lin Xiaosu’s heart began to race as well.

If it were anyone else, they might not know how to proceed, but he certainly did. Was this going a bit too far? Yet, she had already proposed it, and her reasoning was sound. The internal organs are the foundation; strengthening them would not only bolster the entire body but also accelerate the growth of true qi, making future local reinforcements twice as effective with half the effort.

But the process... was it appropriate?

"It's fine, this is practicing," Miao Ruolan said softly.

"Alright! I'll close the door!" Lin Xiaosu went to the door and gently shut it. Returning to the bed, facing Miao Ruolan in her low-cut sleepwear, and the infinite beauty within, Lin Xiaosu felt the very air turn sultry.

"I'll turn off the light..." Miao Ruolan extinguished the lamp. But the atmosphere only became more awkward.

To strengthen the internal organs, the method was the same as last time: Lin Xiaosu had to touch her body and use true qi to stimulate specific points. These points were like lamps in the labyrinth of the body; Miao Ruolan had to concentrate to find these points, create markers, and then purposefully clear the path. This method had been proven effective last time, but that was on her arms.

But today? Where were the closest points to the internal organs? Exactly—they were in those more private areas of a woman's body.

Miao Ruolan sat down. Lin Xiaosu sat behind her. As his hands slipped inside her sleepwear, they both shuddered as if struck by electricity.

What followed... Miao Ruolan remained tense. Their positions kept shifting. Under normal circumstances, if a man and a woman reached this point, it would essentially mean the success of other, more intimate intentions. However, this was not meant to be a frivolous affair; this was training. And training was difficult.

The crucial issue was that Miao Ruolan couldn't enter the right state. Her body was burning, she was hyper-sensitive, and her mind was a blank slate—how could she remember anything? Regardless of whether Lin Xiaosu found the true qi points or what method he used to locate them, she couldn't perceive them. It was a struggle just to keep herself from throwing herself into his arms and merging her body with his.

The fact that she could leave lipstick marks on his portrait showed how much she loved him. She dreamt of being with him, and she had been suppressing it all along. But today, she felt she couldn't hold it back.

Once, twice—they both failed. On the third attempt, in the darkness, Lin Xiaosu saw her eyes slightly closed, a look of enjoyment on her face, and he almost lost his composure himself.

"It seems... it seems you aren't ready yet!" Lin Xiaosu said. "Let's talk about it another time!"

He left with almost the speed of an escapee. Miao Ruolan took a deep breath, got out of bed, and ran to the bathroom. Cold water poured from head to toe, finally bringing her some clarity.

The next morning, everything seemed as usual, but Miao Ruolan didn't dare to look Lin Xiaosu in the eye. The little flame in her heart had risen, and her mindset was inevitably skewed.

When Lin Xiaosu came down for breakfast, she was drinking tea by the computer, trying to calm the fluctuations in her heart. Suddenly, Lin Xiaosu took out his phone. It was an unfamiliar number. He answered, and a female voice came through: "Xiaosu, it’s Xiaoye..."

"Xiaoye?" Lin Xiaosu was stunned. Xiaoye was a robot! A robot was calling him first thing in the morning.

"Your mother is crying. I asked her what happened, but she won't say. You... you should call her and ask," Xiaoye said.

Lin Xiaosu said, "No need to call, I'll go back right away!" He put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood up.

Miao Ruolan also stood up. "Is something wrong at home?"

"No, my mother just seems to be in low spirits. I'll go back and check on her."

Miao Ruolan raised her hand, took the keys from the drawer, and said, "It's hot, drive back."

"Right!" Lin Xiaosu took the keys and left the detective agency.

Once he was gone, Miao Ruolan returned to the computer, opened the search bar, and started searching. She read with great intensity.

Until Zhou Xi’s voice came from behind: "Sister Ruolan, what are you looking at? So serious?"

"Nothing!" Miao Ruolan quickly clicked the mouse a few times. "I'm just going to hang the laundry..."

She went upstairs. As her figure disappeared from the stairwell, Zhou Xi tilted her head playfully, then quietly stepped to the computer and opened the browser history. She scrolled down.

The browsing history was clearly visible. Zhou Xi’s eyes widened. "My god, what are you playing at?"

"How to reduce the stimulation of physical contact."
"What to do when the brain goes blank when a man touches you."
"How to make one's body less sensitive..."

When Miao Ruolan came down after hanging the laundry, Zhou Xi was sitting in front of the computer, her face flushed red. What was happening? Had she seen something she shouldn't have?

Zhou Xi’s gaze slowly lifted. "Sister Ruolan, I’m a bit confused."

"What?"

Zhou Xi said, "Most people want to know how to make their bodies more sensitive. Why are you doing the opposite?"

Miao Ruolan’s mouth hung open, her face turning bright red. My god, she hadn't cleared the search history, forgetting that this little girl was trying her best to be a detective.

Zhou Xi smiled mischievously. "I really can't understand. When you’re in a loving moment with your young suitor, why would you want to reduce sensitivity? Shouldn't higher sensitivity lead to more pleasure?"

"I already said, it’s training! It really is training..."

Perhaps hoping to clear her name, Miao Ruolan explained the difficult training process between her and Lin Xiaosu. She spoke briefly and obscurely, but Zhou Xi wasn't an ordinary person. She was professionally trained, and as a detective, she had sharp logical reasoning. She finally pieced it together.

So that was it. It was normal training, but the process was so intimate that her body reacted uncontrollably, causing her brain to go blank, making it impossible to capture the true qi points. She had searched online, and though the search terms sounded suggestive, her intent was actually quite pure.

"Alright, you’ve seen my secret, but you’ve also cleared my name," Miao Ruolan said. "Now, give me a solution!"

"I actually have one!" Zhou Xi leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

The flush that had finally faded from Miao Ruolan’s face rushed back, and it didn't subside for a long time.

What this little girl told her was: Stimulation comes in layers. You find the sensation on your chest unbearable right now because you haven't experienced anything more intense. If you and he actually did the most stimulating thing, then looking back at his "care for the rabbits," you would find it to be nothing.

This is called: "When young, holding hands makes the heart race to ninety-nine; when middle-aged, holding hands is like the left hand holding the right."

The best way to not be so sensitive is to do something more stimulating. Once you've done the most stimulating thing, the lesser levels of stimulation naturally drop in intensity and become less sensitive.

This method was better than the nonsense some people gave online—what did those people say? Use anesthetics! Use anesthetics to numb the nerves to reduce sensitivity. That method was direct, but it was unfeasible because by using anesthetics, she would simultaneously lose the ability to capture the true qi points.

Although Zhou Xi’s suggestion had a hint of "fighting poison with poison," it was truly more clever than using anesthetics. Most importantly, this was a method she deeply anticipated in her heart.