Mei Li had always been a wild-spirited person, and with the influence of alcohol, traces of their love were scattered throughout every corner of the room. As their passionate movements intensified, an unusual current enveloped them. This current first emerged from Qin Feng’s body and transformed as it entered Mei Li’s. One was a celestial being, the other a magical race—the current constantly evolved. Most noticeably, Qin’s extraordinary meridians subtly broadened, and the flow of spiritual energy accelerated. As for Mei Li, her pale skin took on a slightly unusual, almost strange red hue. By this time, both had been thoroughly drunk and were completely unaware of these subtle changes—each remembered only fierce, decisive actions, the other only wholehearted responsiveness. Their high-pitched cries echoed well into the night. …… The Magic Realm, the Palace of the Magi. The old Mage-Emperor looked warmly at his handsome nephew and said, "Tomorrow is the day we face the Celestial Court. Are you ready, Rex?" Rex smiled calmly. "Uncle, please rest assured—I won't let you down." The Emperor nodded. "That's good. It's said that the Celestial Court has sent a young prodigy—the very one who recently defeated Safitos. There's also word from their undercover agent in the Celestial Court, who reports that the Celestials and the Huangtian Palace are investing heavily to strengthen this young man's abilities." "Uncle, do we still have undercover agents in the Celestial Court? Didn't they all get exposed during the last major purge? Didn't everyone suffer a bad fate?" Rex asked. The old Emperor chuckled. "Those were only surface-level developments. I've placed so many people in the Celestial Court that it's impossible for them all to be uncovered. A few lucky ones will surely survive. Of course, I won't activate them unless it's absolutely essential to preserve these few remaining assets." "Rex deeply admired his uncle's approach and then asked, 'What's his opponent's name, and what's his strength?' 'His name is Qin Feng,' the Magi Emperor replied. 'According to reliable reports, he's a first-class Spiritual Immortal. He's skilled at playing the underdog—be careful, Rex, or you might lose unexpectedly in the final stretch.' The handsome man chuckled, 'A first-class Spiritual Immortal? That's hardly enough to make me stumble. Uncle, please rest assured—I'll defeat him decisively and showcase the might of our magical race.' The two laughed heartily together. ... In the morning, the sun shone brightly, birds singing freely. Qin Feng usually shifted positions while sleeping. As he was about to turn over, he felt as though someone had pressed down on half his body, and instinctively opened his eyes. What in the world is going on? When he saw the person in his arms was Meili, he was startled, and only then did the vivid images from last night come back to him—images so intense that he had initially thought they were just dreams from being drunk. It turned out they were real. As for guilt, there’s still some. Though they had once been sworn enemies, with the complete destruction of the army of tens of thousands of magical beings, their animosity had faded away. To strike a friend now felt rather unkind. What to do? He had to think quickly and come up with something. Just then, Meili’s long eyelashes fluttered, and then, as expected, her large eyes opened, meeting his gaze. Ah— A deafening soprano voice, sending birds within a few hundred meters into the air. “Qin Feng, what’s going on?” “You’ve just seen it, so why are you asking? Besides, I’m still a bit confused myself. Why don’t you explain it to me first?” “Honestly, you’ve drunk me under the table and then done this!” "Hey, I'm also a victim, okay? Don't put all the blame on me. It takes two to make a sound clap—how can you claim you didn't initiate anything?" "Your attitude's cold, yet you're still asking me to hand over my clothes." "Take them yourself—aren't you even capable of using your hands?" In the kitchen, preparing breakfast, Aunt Lin shook her head and murmured, "Young people these days—always so heated. Can't they speak calmly even at dawn?" Suddenly, Qin Feng frowned, reached out, and carefully examined his meridians, then exclaimed in surprise, "I've advanced! When did this happen? I have no memory of it at all. That's strange." Mei Li grumbled, "Stop dreaming! How could you possibly advance without any reason?" "It's true—I didn't lie," he insisted. Then he noticed a change in her demeanor and added, "Don't you feel like you're different from yesterday?" "Of course I do," she replied, with a sigh. "Mei Li sighed in exasperation: 'I was still a fresh, unmarried girl yesterday, and now I'm already... Wait, when exactly did I become a Royal Rank? Really a Royal Rank, not just dreaming it!' Qin Shao suddenly understood and said, 'I get it now! It must have been during last night's... when something strange happened. I became a Supreme Immortal and you reached Royal Rank—yes, that's exactly it.' Mei Li was both astonished and delighted: 'How is that possible? A celestial being and a magical race experiencing such a phenomenon? Hey, what are you doing? Take off my clothes again—I'm going to be furious! I just managed to get them on. Hey, aren't you being quite rude?' Qin Shao quickly undressed her while saying, 'Last night, I was a bit tipsy and didn't notice anything. I thought we should definitely try this while fully awake—purely academic. I'm not doing it just to take advantage of you.' 'Cheater! This isn't even about taking advantage!' Soon, Mei Li stepped into the main topic of the discussion, her high-pitched cry resounding once again. It turned out that they not only met the requirements for mutual cultivation but exceeded them. After a vigorous exchange, both of them felt thoroughly satisfied and energized—neither tired nor weakened. Mei Li found this puzzling: "How is this possible? Isn't it always been believed that immortals and demons cannot unite? That has been our demon lineage's longstanding view." "I also find it hard to believe," Qin Feng reflected more deeply and offered an analysis: "I think there are two possibilities. First, our unique body compositions may allow us to achieve mutual cultivation. Second, immortals and demons have always been capable of uniting, because there has historically been enmity between the heavenly realm and the demon realm. Both kingdoms have long been reluctant to allow their pure bloodlines to be tainted, so they have been unwilling to acknowledge that immortals and demons can indeed unite." "Hmm, your reasoning makes sense. I believe the second possibility is more likely. Mili found the most comfortable spot in his arms and said, "The concept of racial heritage is usually something the rulers promote. Oh, husband, you were supposed to face Rex today, right? Why haven't you gotten up yet?" The word "husband" made him feel absolutely delighted, but the following words made him widen his eyes in surprise, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"