Reigning his temper in with difficulty, Bai Qingyue couldn't help casting a deliberate, furious glare at her.
Through gritted teeth, he enunciated every word slowly.
"I'm already married." To you, Stupid! He silently fumed.
Regretfully, he has already grown to expect her careless demeanour in front of "Snowball" and she has certainly lived up to his expectations. Li Meirong's charming dimples showed as she chortled from his declaration.
"Alright, 'elder' Snowball, then I'll be an Aunty to your cubs. I want a whole pack of little Snowballs running around!" She fantasized about her Fox Spirit growing up and coming back with a little missus and a whole litter of cute cubs trailing behind them and rushing to greet her. Similarly, just like the Fox Demoness's cubs did.
Despite the ever-increasing desire to throttle his wife, Bai Qingyue disregarded the beginning of Li Meirong's comment and concentrated on the latter part of it, finding her words not entirely displeasing this one time. He bobbed his muzzle in agreement.
"Mmhmm...then you shall have your heart's desire."
He was hoping for one or maybe two children to continue the Bai line, but if she wished for a whole litter...it would be his rightful duty to assist his wife!
Li Meirong pinched Snowball's nose adoringly and shortly after placed her other hand over her mouth to stifle a yawn. Her body was sorely in need of rest.
After thoroughly soaking in the tub, she felt a lot healthier and could almost swear her skin had picked on a shimmering glow. Spirit-infused herbs were really on a whole different level than common medicinal ones.
The oddly strange part was that her eyes could barely remain open at the moment. Still, she needed to bandage Snowball's wounds, dry them both up and head back inside the cabin.
Slowly reaching out her delicate hand to grasp the bandages, Li Meirong found her body working against her and she was unable to complete the action. Her eyelids fell shut and refused to open up again, every movement became incredibly difficult to make. Giving in to her fatigue, she leaned her head back on the rim of the tub and sighed tiredly.
"Snowball, I'm going to take a short rest...o...kay."
Sensing something amiss with her, Bai Qingyue's eyes darted straightaway to Li Meirong, only to find she had fainted behind him!
He concernedly placed his paw on her smooth, pale forehead and discovered her energy was completely depleted!
Cursing himself for his own negligence, Bai Qingyue reproached himself. He should have been more attentive to her health, even if she seemed not to care for her own wellbeing!
The fool had used her inner force to the very last ounce! No wonder she lost consciousness! Not only did she recently absorb the Foxfire as her own, she decided to play hero and waste all of her resources. Who does she think she is? Some goddess of righteousness? Didn't he tell her not to worry with him around?
When a mortal uses all their inner energy, their physical self can suffer a backlash.
Luckily, Li Meirong was only exhausted. In worse cases pushing your body to the limit could result in an untimely death.
Bai Qingyue shuddered at the thought, remembering how his heart nearly stopped when he saw her falling into the volcano. He solemnly swore to make sure never to relive the experience again.
The method to prevent drainage is to cultivate frequently and increase the body's aptitude so it would possess the capability for maintaining balance after utilizing one's internal energy.
In other words, increasing the person's dantian to contain more qi in their body.
Meanwhile as one cultivates to a higher stage, circulating the qi regularly is a necessity so as to not become utterly drained of life force.
Meditation and qi circulations are crucial in replenishing stamina and caring for a cultivator's health.
He had to properly scold Li Meirong for her self-neglect tomorrow!
But for now…
The quiet cubicle was filled with the vibrations of energy rising to burst.
Bai Qingyue's golden eyes glowed with the force of his power unleashing.
At once, a flurry of mist shrouded the bamboo stall where Li Meirong lay unconscious in the bathtub.
A long, muscular arm wrapped around her slim waist, holding her gently as the other arm reached to cradle the back of Li Meirong's neck with utmost care.