The Max-Level Boss Just Wants to Be a Slacker [Apocalypse] – CH68

Chapter 68: Cultivation

Hearing the door close behind him, Mo Qi smiled silently, lay back down on the bed, and waited quietly.

Meanwhile, Mo Xiu leaned against the door panel and took a deep breath before carefully washing himself. After finishing his shower, he stood in front of the bathroom mirror for quite a while.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he saw none of the haggard exhaustion from the years of wandering and being hunted in his previous life. For a moment, he felt slightly dazed.

Mo Qi must be waiting for him in the bedroom outside.

The thought made Mo Xiu nervous.

He figured that Mo Qi, being from ancient times, probably wouldn’t know what to do. That meant he would have to guide things himself.

This was their important first time, after all.

He needed to be careful and absolutely make sure he didn’t hurt Mo Qi.

Come to think of it, this was also Mo Xiu’s first relationship across two lifetimes. And he was about to be with the person he loved.

It was impossible not to feel excited and expectant.

Thinking of Mo Qi waiting outside, Mo Xiu swallowed nervously. Not wanting to make his beloved wait too long, he made a small cheering gesture to himself in the mirror.

After that, he opened the door and rushed straight out of the bathroom.

As a result, Mo Qi—who had been lying comfortably on the bed, mentally reviewing certain dual-cultivation techniques he had seen before and considering how to circulate the method later—suddenly had someone jump onto the bed and crash into his arms.

The person in his arms seemed to be wearing only a simple bathrobe.

The moment he hugged him, the robe loosened. Warm skin pressed against him, radiating heat. The young man’s hair wasn’t fully dried yet, slightly damp.

A hot, urgent kiss came toward him.

Droplets of water fell onto Mo Qi’s neck, bringing a slight coolness that somehow only ignited the fire in his chest further.

The other’s movements were clumsy, lacking technique. Yet when Mo Qi looked at him, he noticed the obvious flush at the corner of Mo Xiu’s eyes.

Innocent, yet burning with passion.

As if bewitched, Mo Qi returned the kiss wholeheartedly.

But when things truly progressed, he clearly felt the clumsiness of the person in his arms.

He couldn’t help laughing softly.

That earned him a glare.

“Don’t laugh!” Mo Xiu said through clenched teeth, trying to look fierce—though he didn’t notice that even the base of his neck had already turned bright red.

The amusement in Mo Qi’s eyes deepened.

He had long discovered that when facing him, Mo Xiu was really just a paper tiger. Seeing him like this now made Mo Qi’s heart tremble with desire.

Did Mo Xiu even know how attractive he was to him?

Realizing that Mo Xiu was just as inexperienced as himself but still stubbornly pretending to be skilled, Mo Qi curled his lips.

Although he usually seemed lazy and was happy to live comfortably off the “soft rice” Mo Xiu provided, that didn’t mean he intended to be the one underneath.

Ever since confirming his feelings, Mo Qi had always seen Mo Xiu as his future wife.

At first, when Mo Xiu’s initiative seemed to be heading in the wrong direction, Mo Qi had worried he might feel discouraged if he realized his efforts were misplaced.

But now it seemed that worry was unnecessary.

So just as Mo Xiu began sweating lightly on his forehead, unsure what to do next, the world suddenly spun—

Before he could react, their positions had somehow switched.

Mo Xiu’s eyes widened in shock.

Mo Qi merely smiled and leaned down to kiss him deeply.

“Mmph! Why are you—”

Mo Xiu wanted to ask why Mo Qi seemed far more knowledgeable than him, but he quickly discovered he had completely lost the ability to think.

All he could do was follow the rhythm Mo Qi led him into, sinking into sensation.

Even though the warm months had long passed, Mo Xiu felt as though the entire room had been engulfed in waves of heat.

Whenever his wandering thoughts briefly returned, he couldn’t help wondering—

Perhaps those ancient storybooks described these matters in even more detail than the online information he had seen before?

By the time it ended the first time, Mo Xiu couldn’t even tell what time it was.

He only knew that night had completely fallen outside.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind still felt sluggish.

At first there had been some discomfort, but only briefly.

It was nothing like the chaotic and exaggerated descriptions he had once seen about how disastrous a first time between two men could be.

It even made Mo Xiu wonder whether he or Mo Qi possessed some unusual talent.

During the process, he had also noticed something strange.

At some point he suddenly felt a subtle power entering his mind, as if the other person were guiding him through cultivation.

As an ability user, he was extremely familiar with the energy inside his body.

That was why it felt so incredible.

While being with Mo Qi, he clearly felt the energy in his body becoming fuller and fuller—even his ability level rising.

Normally, once abilities reached Level 4, improvement became very difficult.

Although his training speed had been unusually fast in recent months, it shouldn’t have been anything like this.

Yet within just a few hours, his ability had already reached the threshold of Level 7.

Even more surprising, despite such intense activity, he felt no exhaustion at all. Instead, he felt refreshed and energized.

There was no way this had nothing to do with Mo Qi.

Thinking of Mo Qi’s identity as a demonic cultivator, Mo Xiu suddenly realized—

Was this the legendary dual cultivation?

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became.

Although it was embarrassing to ask directly, he still asked Mo Qi about it.

Mo Qi had never intended to hide it.

He simply hadn’t mentioned it earlier because he didn’t want Mo Xiu to feel pressured—or to choose to be with him just because of the benefits of dual cultivation.

Even though he was certain their feelings were mutual, he still hoped Mo Xiu’s choice would be made freely.

If Mo Xiu had shown even the slightest hesitation, Mo Qi would have stopped.

Fortunately, everything had gone perfectly.

They now truly belonged to each other.

What surprised Mo Qi even more was how perfectly compatible they were—both physically and spiritually.

He leaned forward and gently kissed Mo Xiu’s forehead, his affection clear without words.

“I just didn’t want outside factors influencing your decision. The fact that you’re willing… makes me very happy. Truly happy,” he said softly.

Mo Xiu looked at the man before him.

The tenderness in Mo Qi’s eyes made it feel as though he were Mo Qi’s entire world.

His fingers trembled slightly.

It was the first time he had ever felt something like this.

Though he hated this apocalypse, he was also deeply grateful to have met the person before him within it.

When two people truly loved each other, they could feel each other’s hearts.

The love in their gazes ignited the longing within.

Their lips met again as they held each other tightly, once more immersing themselves in each other’s warmth.

In this world, they were each other’s closest person.

The room heated up again.

Outside, the night deepened into darkness.

Even the moon disappeared.

Time slowly passed.

At some point, the sun rose again—lighting the sky, reaching noon, then gradually sinking toward evening with crimson clouds.

By the time everything truly ended, it was already the evening of the next day.

Mo Xiu lay on the bed, breathing heavily, firmly held in Mo Qi’s arms.

He never imagined he would one day become this… wild.

Of course, part of it was because they had finally come together after two lifetimes.

Part of it was because two young men in the prime of life simply found it hard to stop once they began.

But in truth—

This so-called dual cultivation really was something remarkable.

Although he was somewhat tired physically, when he sensed the energy inside his body, he discovered his ability had somehow surged to mid-Level 8.

With that level of power, not only in Shanhe Base—even across several large bases, he might not find an opponent.

Where else could one find such rapid power growth?

Mo Xiu turned his head, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Mo Qi—like someone staring at a huge treasure.

Mo Qi had been lying there happily enjoying the warmth of finally having a dao companion, when suddenly a chill ran down his back.

Turning his head, he met Mo Xiu’s treasure-hunting gaze and almost burst out laughing.

He didn’t even need to guess what Mo Xiu was thinking.

Reaching out, he pinched the young man’s nose helplessly.

“What beautiful dreams are you having?” he said with amusement.

“This effect only happens the first time dual cultivation is done. Don’t expect it every time. There’s no way you’ll gain that much power again.”

The reason it worked so well was because Mo Qi himself was a Demon Lord, possessing an exceptionally powerful soul capable of transferring large amounts of energy to his partner.

With anyone else, Mo Xiu could never have reached Level 8.

Of course, Mo Qi had also gained something—his body had been further tempered, and he would now be able to use more techniques.

Hearing this, Mo Xiu showed a disappointed expression, making Mo Qi laugh again.

Still, now that they were truly together and had both grown stronger, their moods were lighter and happier.

Just as they were chatting, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

Soon after, they heard Feng Wenkang’s voice coming from outside the room.

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