Poor Aptitude? But I Cultivate the Heavenly Dao!

[play the pig to eat the tiger] [Heaven's Way] [multiple heroines] [no System] [not brainless] [Cultivation] [political intrigue] “Here.” Gu Yanqiu's voice was soft, yet held a gentle certainty that brooked no refusal. With his large hand, he gently enclosed her slightly curled fingers around the Spirit-Clearing Fruit, making sure she wouldn't drop it. “I just picked it. Its spiritual energy is at its strongest now. You're in the late Body Tempering stage, and you'll need it when you try to break through to the Inner Breath stage. It can steady your vital energy and spare you some pain.” He looked into her confused, anguished eyes, brimming with tears. His smile remained warm, though deep in his eyes flickered a faint regret that others could hardly notice. It vanished in an instant, like wind skimming across a lake. “From now on,” he continued, his voice as calm as if he were stating something long since decided, “I won't be your ‘fiance’ anymore. If I want to bring you some wild fruit from the mountains or a little trinket I've found, I'm afraid... it won't be so easy or proper anymore.” There was a touch of self-mocking lightness in his tone, but Lin Shuyue felt another sharp stab in her heart. Her tears surged anew, falling onto the back of the hand he had cupped and onto the jade-green Spirit-Clearing Fruit. “Don't cry, little sister Shuyue.” Gu Yanqiu raised his hand again and patiently wiped away her falling tears with his fingertip, over and over. His touch was as gentle as a feather brushing past.