Chapter 97: The Golden-Spirited Tortoise and the Fragrant Drifting Dragon

Soft, barely audible moans escaped from Li Wuxin's lips, enveloping her body and soul in sensations she had never experienced before. The two of them forgot everything around them, lost in each other, entwined, elevating one another. The sable perched on the tree occasionally glanced down at the couple, who were so entwined and absorbed that they no longer distinguished between themselves and each other.

It was only just before dawn that both found satisfaction in their climax, and, embracing each other, drifted into sleep.

The morning sun filtered through the dense leaves of the forest, its beams casting mottled patterns on their bodies, painting them in shades of camouflage. The sunlight persisted for a long while before He Zhixing slowly awakened. Opening his eyes, he saw the gentle, water-like figure nestled against his chest, her oval face, delicate brows, closed eyelids, and alluring, pouty lips. He Zhixing gazed tenderly at her sleeping form, gently raised his hand, and tapped her tiny, delicate nose with his index finger. Her lashes fluttered twice, but she did not wake, and her hands clinging to his waist tightened.

Unable to resist, He Zhixing bent down and kissed her forehead lightly, then pressed his lips to her sensual mouth. Li Wuxin’s drowsiness was completely dispelled by He Zhixing, and after a few minutes of passionate kisses, they parted. As He Zhixing pondered his next move, Li Wuxin pushed him away, saying, “Tonight. Wait until my body recovers a bit—when I can handle it, I’ll give myself to you again, all right?”

He Zhixing pulled her into his arms, gazing at her tenderly and saying considerately, “Alright. Come, let’s find something wild to eat. We haven’t had anything since last night.”

The moment He Zhixing mentioned food, her stomach betrayed her with a loud rumble. Their intense exertions last night had left them both famished, hungrier than they had ever felt before.

After exchanging words, they tidied up their disheveled clothes, held hands, and called the sable to join them as they ventured through the dense undergrowth, searching for wild fowl or anything edible.

As it turned out, the sable was the most capable. In no time, it brought back a wild chicken, placed it before them, chirped twice, and disappeared into the thicket, only to return soon after with another catch. Within half an hour, the sable had delivered over a dozen wild chickens and birds—more than enough for a hearty meal. Li Wuxin finally called out for the sable to stop its hunt.

Finding a sunlit clearing with no large trees, they cleared away the wild grass, gathered dry branches, and took out the carving file from He Zhixing’s belt. He sharpened the branches to the size of bird eggs, and, using the ancient method of “fire by friction,” they managed to ignite a fire. Together, they prepared roasted meat.

After eating their fill, they bundled up the leftovers with mountain grass vines to carry along, and set off to find a way out of the endless mountains. Passing through a towering forest, they arrived at a hollow in an unknown mountain. Here grew wild grasses and reeds taller than a man, thick stems broader than a thumb. Even before seeing the flowers ahead, they caught the fragrance drifting toward them. Li Wuxin, enchanted and delighted, exclaimed, “What a wonderful scent! There must be flowers ahead!”

Eventually, after crossing a marshy area, they came upon a sea of red blossoms. Stems as green as jade and leaves, flowers taller than a person, painted the land in vibrant hues, their beauty unparalleled.

Li Wuxin finally saw clearly what kind of flower it was, and cried out in delight, “Ah… Is that dragon flame flower?”

However, the dragon flame grass here was unlike any she had seen elsewhere. The flowers were especially fragrant, and the roots and stems were twice as thick as usual. Such vast stretches of flower fields made the place feel extraordinary.

He Zhixing used the geomantic method to examine the terrain and finally made a discovery: “Look, those twelve ancient wormwood trees in the distance are planted in the eight trigrams positions. Many veins converge toward this mountain hollow, creating a sand formation here. This is an excellent location!”

Just then, from a shallow marsh nearby, Li Wuxin cried out in surprise, “Ah… Are those spirit money turtles? Five… six… of them?”

He Zhixing was astounded, quickly rushing to the beautiful woman’s side and asking, “Did you say there are spirit money turtles? Where?”

The beauty pointed toward the dragon flame grass beside the marsh and said, “Look, right there!”

Following her gesture, He Zhixing finally saw six spirit money turtles beneath the dragon flame grass by the marsh—five small and one large. The turtles were feasting contentedly on the roots of the dragon flame grass.