Cultivation starts with picking up attributes-Chapter 37: Ch-: Feng Yin’s Honey Trap–2

Feng Yin lay beside him, her fingers lazily tracing patterns across Tian Shen’s bare chest. The warmth of their shared moment still lingered on her skin, her breath faintly sweet with satisfaction. Yet, beneath the soft curve of her smile, her heart stirred with emotion she rarely allowed herself to acknowledge.

He was asleep—his breathing slow and even. The glow of his breakthrough still hadn’t faded from his skin, and she could feel his Qi spiraling gently within him like a blooming lotus.

And within that lotus, her seed nestled. Quiet. Subtle. Irremovable.

A secret. A promise. A claim.

The pinkish-gold Love Seed pulsed in sync with his heart. Feng Yin’s gaze softened as she watched his brow twitch ever so slightly in his sleep. Even in rest, his body radiated purpose. Determination. And most importantly, Fire.

How could she not fall for that?

Her fingers moved to his cheek, brushing back a strand of damp hair.

"You always rush forward so blindly," she whispered under her breath, lips barely parting.

"You think the world will bend if you push hard enough... but some things need to be tied down. Anchored. Or they’ll fly away."

Her thoughts wandered to the first time she saw him—scrappy, wild-eyed, looking like a half-starved fox. He had no background, no confidence, no power.

But he had the eyes of someone who refused to be caged.

And she hated that.

Or maybe, she loved it too much.

"That seed... I didn’t plant it just because I wanted you to fall for me," she murmured.

"I planted it because I was afraid. Afraid you’d disappear before I had the courage to tell you how much I needed you."

Her tone turned faintly bitter.

"If you knew the real me... maybe you wouldn’t have stayed."

A quiet moment passed.

Then she leaned down, pressing her forehead to his shoulder.

"I don’t want to be alone again."

She didn’t say it loudly.

She didn’t need to.

The bond between them had deepened in more than just Qi and cultivation.

They had exchanged hearts.

...

Tian Shen stirred. His eyelids fluttered, and his breath caught.

Feng Yin quickly wiped the dampness from the corner of her eyes and leaned up, composing herself with practiced ease.

"Good morning~" she chimed sweetly.

He blinked, dazed. His eyes darted around the unfamiliar silk-draped tent before landing on her.

"...We’re still in camp?"

"Mhm~" she grinned. "You passed out after your very manly breakthrough. You moaned a lot in your sleep, by the way~ So embarrassing~"

Tian Shen flushed.

But not from embarrassment.

His body was still adjusting to the transformation.

His Foundation had been forged. His meridians were wider, stronger. He felt lighter, faster, clearer.

He had stepped beyond Qi Refining.

And yet—

His gaze drifted toward her.

It wasn’t just power that had changed.

It was her.

No.

It was Them.

He could feel it.

That seed in his soul.

The soft tug of connection that wasn’t his own creation.

"You really did plant something in me," he said bluntly.

Feng Yin blinked.

"So serious already?"

"Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

She shrugged playfully, pulling the sheets closer to her chin.

"Would you have let me, if I had?"

"...Probably not."

"Exactly~"

He stared at her.

"You gambled with my soul."

"I gambled with our soul," she corrected, suddenly serious.

There was a flicker of emotion in her eyes—less flirtation, more truth.

"I wasn’t trying to control you, Tian Shen. I was trying to keep you. Because I knew... from the moment you surpassed the other disciples, from the moment you started picking up pace beyond anyone’s expectation—one day, you’d fly so far ahead I wouldn’t be able to reach you anymore."

She bit her lip softly.

"And I can’t let that happen."

Tian Shen, silent for a moment, then calmly said.

"...You could’ve asked me."

Feng Yin smiled bitterly. "And what if you said no?"

Silence.

Tian Shen looked away.

He didn’t answer.

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But because he did.

Back then, he would’ve rejected it.

He was still chasing strength with everything he had.

He would’ve seen it as a shackle, not a bond.

But now...

Now he wasn’t so sure.

The warmth in his chest.

The quiet in his mind.

The way his spiritual energy moved in harmony with hers.

The pain of loneliness, distant.

The fear of abandonment, quiet.

It was all... bearable.

And perhaps even beautiful.

He met her eyes again.

"Next time... tell me first."

Feng Yin’s smile softened, a rare vulnerability peeking through her usual smug confidence.

"Next time," she promised.

"Good."

He replied.

"Because if you ever sneak something into my soul again... I’ll make sure you never sleep peacefully again."

She grinned.

"Oho~ Is that threatening me or enticing me?"

Tian Shen rolled over and pinned her beneath him.

Her eyes widened, then sparkled as he leaned closer, smirking.

"It’s both."

She laughed, breathless.

"My, my~ Are you finally waking up to your true nature? I knew I picked the right one~"

"You picked a lot more than that," he muttered.

Suddenly, the system pinged—

『Warning: Though the love seed is broken, Feng Yin’s mood may directly affect host’s cultivation state. So, from now on, Please ensure she is not upset with you.』

’...What the hell kind of warning is that?’

Tian Shen muttered inwardly as he sighed. He looked at his Fiancée, then said, faking despondency.

"This is a trap."

Feng Yin, knowing full well of his doings, responded teasingly.

"Yup~ But a very soft, warm, and beautiful trap~"

"You forgot dangerous."

"I prefer the term intensely loyal."

Tian Shen gave up, not wanting to waste his words just for futile struggle.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and grumbled.

"I should’ve just stayed a lonely rogue. Being a h*rndog is a pain in the *ss."

Feng Yin hugged him tightly.

"But you didn’t."

"No..."

He closed his eyes, resting against her heartbeat.

"I didn’t."

And for once—

He wasn’t sure if he regretted it.

...

Next morning.

Tian Shen yawned, stretching his arms above his head, the silk blanket sliding halfway down his torso.

The early morning light filtered through the tent’s embroidered curtains, casting golden patterns across the room—and across Feng Yin, who was draped across his chest like a particularly possessive cat.

She stirred with a soft groan, her leg still hooked over his.

"Five more hours..."

She mumbled, nuzzling his collarbone.

Tian Shen blinked down at her.

"That’s not how morning works."

"It is when you just ascended and made love all night," she muttered, clearly proud of both facts.

He should’ve hated how smug she was, how clingy she was.

He sighed, inwardly he didn’t hate it.

But the warmth of her body, the peaceful rhythm of her breathing—it all felt too... safe.

Too much like home. But...

They needed to get up. Cultivate and maybe drink something herbal.

He gently peeled her off and got up.

She immediately made a whining noise and tried to pull him back.

"Don’t go~"

"I need to pee."

"Oh."

She let go instantly.

He rolled his eyes and wrapped a spare robe around his waist, stepping out of the tent—

Only to immediately freeze mid-step.

Across the grassy clearing, standing with his back to the sunrise, was none other than—

"...Sect Master Feng Yan."

The older man turned slowly.

His sharp, stoic face was unreadable.

His hands were behind his back.

His expression—

Neutral. Too neutral.

Tian Shen’s spine stiffened.

A cold sweat ran down his back.

He did not feel like a freshly ascended cultivator at this moment.

He felt like a child caught stealing candy.

Worse.

Caught stealing the Sect Master’s daughter’s entire soul.

"Morning," Feng Yan said evenly.

"...Morning," Tian Shen replied, voice cracking slightly.

There was a long pause.

The kind of silence that didn’t sit quietly but hovered like a guillotine.

Then Feng Yan’s gaze swept down Tian Shen’s body.

His still slightly disheveled robe.

The faint spiritual glow lingering around his skin.

And the faintly visible bite mark on his collarbone.

"..."

Tian Shen tugged the robe tighter, as if he wasn’t the one who shamelessly claimed the man’s daughter.

The Sect Master’s eye twitched.

But a sound came from the tent behind him, like a whisper of death.

"Hubby~ Where’s my towel~?" Feng Yin’s sleepy, syrupy voice drifted lazily into the clearing.

Tian Shen slowly turned to look at Feng Yan.

Feng Yan’s mouth flattened into a line.

"..."

Another sound—a rustle of fabric, followed by footsteps.

Tian Shen turned back just in time to see Feng Yin stepping out, barefoot, draped in nothing but a man’s outer robe and a terribly smug expression.

She blinked at the scene before her.

"Oh. Good morning, Father~"

Tian Shen nearly passed out.

Feng Yan stared at his daughter.

Then at Tian Shen.

Then back at his daughter.

He finally said, in the calmest, most terrifying voice imaginable:

"...Do you two perhaps wish to explain what happened last night?"