99 A Little Golden Lotus and a Calling of Unrest 9 (1/2)
The spiritual essence altered by the Yang attribute within the Tianzong acupuncture point and the Yin attribute within the Bingfeng acupuncture slowly began to traverse towards the vast channel of her Governing Vessel.
Conforming to the young girl's worries, the thread of spiritual essence began to flicker and fluctuate rapidly the instant it left the safe confides of the acupuncture points.
By the time the thread had travelled half of the distance required to enter the Governing Vessel, the threads of spiritual essence unexpectedly dissolved into nothing.
”Ah…”
Her consciousness forcibly jolted from the sea of perception, An Fei gazed towards the ceiling with a blank stare.
For several minutes, a fine blank resounded within the girl's mind, only to recover after her head drooped onto her shoulders.
”Just like I thought, I don't have enough spiritual essence…” the girl groaned, her cheeks puffing with air as her bottom lip curled outward into a pout.
”I was too impatient… I should have waited a little long – woah!?”
An Fei's pupils constricted in surprise, the words trailing off in her surprise.
The girl clutched at her heart with her fingers, her chest heaving from the sudden shock.
Just as she began bemoaning regarding her insufficient reserves of spiritual essence and her impatience, the Sanctum reacted.
The crystalline walls and floor released a brilliant golden light, dying the originally cozy and sleepy atmosphere to be overwhelmed by a torrent of golden rain.
Tiny, miniscule threads disengaged from the golden radiance, streamlining towards An Fei. As the streams of light contacted the girl's body, they burrowed straight towards the heart, filling up the vacated region within a matter of seconds.
An Fei doubled up as the unexpected surge of heat washed throughout her entire body.
Losing control over her muscles, the young girl nearly entered into a harsh embrace with the crystalline floor, spared only by the wooden drawing table.
Not that a polished wooden surface was any more comfortable to collide with than the sky-blue crystal floor of the Sanctum.
The girl closed her eyes shut, her body quivering as it quickly began to adjust itself to the uninvited, but comfortable surge of heat.
Her consciousness having dared to return to the sea of perception, An Fei found another thread of golden light swimming around her heart, wrapping around in a delicate embrace.
The thread of spiritual essence was the same thickness, no more than a hair's width. However, its length had doubled to that of two centimeters, perplexing the girl and dampening her mood.
She could clearly perceive the sea of golden light hovering near her body, and could easily guess its purpose and objective with a single glance.
Perhaps, when she fully expended the reserves of spiritual essence once more, the golden light would torrent into her body to replace the expenditure.
…but was it that necessary for the Sanctum to thoroughly stamp on her uplifting mood before offering help?
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”Hah~… Ah…”
A massive yawn exploded from within the bedcurtains, a pair of delicate and slender hands reaching out to grasp the curtains. Within a matter of moments, a young girl's face jutted out from the gap, glancing at the interior of the study, or more perhaps, the two other occupants.
One was a cold, handsome youth, the aura of rejection radiating from his body without regard for conscience or companionship.
The other was a dignified man in his thirties, dressed in an official's gown and cap.
The metal plate of 'Yong' glared at the young girl with an imposing and unstoppable might, causing her to squint her eyes.
The youth's glacial stare of indifference caused An Fei to hide behind the bedcurtains; the minister's calm and bemused gaze forced her to recede completely from the study, her hands closing the bedcurtains.
”The both of you had a good time's nap whilst your Father was suffering in court, ah?” Wei Xuan growled, his countenance dim and haggard.
”And you! You've slept since morning, how much longer are you going to sleep, ah!? Father won't complain if you sleep longer than Yue'er or Yan'er, but twenty hours a day is a little too much, don't you think?”
The minister furrowed his brow in disapproval, his eyes radiating the determination to withhold any leniency.
Marching towards the bed, Wei Xuan grasped the bedcurtains with his powerful hands, rendering any form of struggle from the young girl's weak body completely useless.