“It’s washed, Shizun!”
“Drip… drip…”
The hard work’s reward arrived. In his mind, drop after drop of pure white water formed, falling into a bottomless pool.
According to Deng Tianyu’s guess, when this Filial Piety Reservoir was filled, it would be the day his Path of Filial Piety reached Perfection.
“Splash…”
Ning Wan’s still slightly trembling naked body sank back into the wooden tub. For a moment, there was extreme quiet, only the sound of soft, gentle panting occasionally rising.
After a long time, she broke free from that touching wave of pleasure just moments ago. Only a trace of lingering charm remained on her charmingly alluring face.
Ning Wan opened her eyes, not the slightest bit evasive of her precious disciple’s gaze, as if the one moaning and screaming wantonly under her disciple’s finger-play just moments ago wasn’t her at all.
She stood up, gracefully and seductively put on her undergarments and clean clothes, and her red lips slightly parted:
“That’s right, Tianyu. The new products you mentioned just now—can you draw out the blueprints?”
“I’ll try!”
Deng Tianyu retracted his gaze, gently exhaling a breath of stale air. He also put on his clothes, went to the desk by the window, picked up some rice paper, and began to sketch.
Ning Wan sat to the side, her slender hand propping up her smooth chin, quietly watching his face. A gentle light rippled in her eyes, and she made no sound to disturb him.
“Finally finished!”
After an hour, Deng Tianyu raised his head, revealing a satisfied expression.
On the desk now lay three blueprints. On the blueprints were three types of modern clothing.
Relying on the foundation of his drawing hobby from his previous life, he successfully depicted them using sketching techniques.
The first blueprint was a floor-length, ankle-grazing, one-piece dress. Its lines were tight, accentuating curves. The skirt’s sides also had slits from below the knees.
The second blueprint was a pair of shoes with a shallow, slightly pointed front and a thin heel at the back.
The third blueprint was a long, thin, sock-like shape with beautiful lines.
Observing these garments she had never seen before, Ning Wan asked with interest:
“Tianyu, do these garments have names?”
From the shape, she could roughly determine these three garments were a long skirt, shoes, and socks, but there were differences within.
“Mhm, they have names!”
Deng Tianyu nodded and explained: “The first is called a cheongsam, the second is called high heels, and the third is called stockings. The three are a matching set.”
“This first cheongsam is truly very pleasing to the eye.”
“But why must it be matched with these high heels and these stockings?”
Ning Wan’s slender brows furrowed, somewhat puzzled.
High heels and stockings weren’t much different from the normally used shoes and socks. If they were refined and produced, would female cultivators really buy them?
As if knowing what she was thinking, Deng Tianyu smiled slightly and explained:
“A cheongsam must be matched with these two to fully display a female cultivator’s charm and elegant temperament.”
“Once they’re refined, Shizun can try them on, and then you’ll know.”
A cheongsam must definitely be paired with high heels and stockings to have that unique aura.
If matched with ordinary shoes and socks, it would just look neither fish nor fowl.
“Alright! Tomorrow, I’ll have Elder Chen refine them according to this design. Then we’ll see the effect when worn.”
Hearing this, Ning Wan nodded and then put the blueprints into her Storage Ring.
The difficult part of artifact refining lay in extraction, refinement, and the engraving of formation patterns.
As for the final shaping step, as long as the artifact refiner melted and forged it according to the desired appearance, they could refine almost any look they desired.
These types of daily-wear magical robes, compared to weapon types, were much easier to refine. With the ability of the Purple Cloud Sect’s Artifact Refiners, this was not a problem at all.
“Drip.”
Without surprise, another drop of pure white water fell into the Filial Piety Pool, because he had already proven his filial devotion in solving his Shizun’s troubles with three blueprints.
“Tianyu, it’s time to cultivate!”
Just then, Ning Wan took Deng Tianyu’s hand, swaying her full-figured body, and slowly walked to the edge of the bed, sitting down opposite him.
Deng Tianyu nodded. His hands joined with his Shizun’s slightly cool yet soft slender hands and he closed his eyes.
In an instant, a strand of Yin-Yang power intertwined, forming a black and white Yin-Yang fish that continuously rotated and merged, each drawing what the other needed.
This was a Yin-Yang complementary method within the technique his Shizun imparted to him, the “Purple Cloud Dao Canon – Upper Volume”.
With this method’s aid, plus daily cultivation, his cultivation had, over sixteen years, leaped from an ordinary mortal straight to the Ninth Layer of the Divine Ability Stage, just one step away from entering the King-Sealing Realm.
Such cultivation speed even amazed his Shizun, Ning Wan.
After an unknown time, the night gradually deepened, and cultivation concluded accordingly.
Ning Wan withdrew her hands, looked at Deng Tianyu, and said softly:
“That’s all for today!”
“Mhm.” Deng Tianyu nodded, feeling slightly sleepy and preparing to rest.
Although at the Divine Ability Stage, even continuous cultivation for several days and nights wouldn’t have an impact, due to his habit of sleeping from his previous life, he still didn’t like staying up late.
“Tianyu, your master recently bought a new kind of lip balm.”
“What do you think?”
Ning Wan’s delicate body leaned forward. Her right leg curled up resting on her left leg. She turned sideways, her red lips gently parted, a heady, intoxicating fragrance escaping them. Her moist, alluring eyes swirled with charm.
That white, slender finger gently brushed across her lips, coating the fingertip with a bit of lip balm, and slowly dabbed it onto his lips.
“Is it sweet?”
The exquisitely smooth sensation of her slender finger, plus the sweetness of the lip balm, made Deng Tianyu subconsciously lick it and then nod.
Suddenly, he reacted. Shizun asked him how the lip balm was. Wasn’t just answering “It looks good” enough?
Why did he need to taste it?
Even as a transmigrator, Deng Tianyu couldn’t help but be shocked by his Shizun’s fancy operations.
“Trying once won’t do. You have to try several times to know just how sweet it really is.”
“Tianyu, continue!”
As her words fell, his ear felt slightly moist. A warm gust of wind blew into his ear, teasing his heartstrings.
He saw Ning Wan’s pretty face was crimson, the charm within her beautiful eyes surging. She was blowing air from the side. That kind of peerless allure instantly made the atmosphere exceptionally ambiguous. Probably even a Saint would find it hard to resist.
Deng Tianyu directly wrapped his arm around Shizun’s soft waist and fiercely kissed her.
This was Shizun’s command, not a violation of filial piety.
Therefore, he couldn’t slack off. He had to properly taste it and give an answer on just how sweet it was.
“Mmph…”
To this, Ning Wan’s frost-and-snow-white, lotus-root-like arms actively hooked around his neck, responding passionately.
Deng Tianyu couldn’t help but think of the jelly snacks from his previous life. Soft and cool, moist and bouncy, making one forget everything else.
Time seemed to slow considerably. The two lost themselves in each other. Only when their lips went numb did their lips part.
“Sweet to the chest, refreshing to the heart, an endless aftertaste.”
“Shizun, the lip balm you bought is acceptable.”
Deng Tianyu’s face was solemn as he gave the most pertinent answer.
Meeting his gaze, Ning Wan simply smiled enchantingly:
“This is just one kind your master bought. There are still several more types that need Tianyu to try!”
Truth be told, his Shizun was both alluring and lustful, and on top of that, extremely skilled.
Probably compared to the historical figure Su Daji, known as the bewitching imperial concubine who brought chaos to her era, she was even surmounting and surpassing her!
Ning Wan’s slender finger stroked Deng Tianyu’s cheek and whispered softly:
“Tianyu, you must quickly step into the King-Sealing Realm. Only then will you have the power to protect yourself when you enter the Great Yu Dynasty.”
“Mhm, this disciple understands!” Deng Tianyu nodded.
“Of course, when Tianyu steps into the King-Sealing Realm, you can also help your Shizun with cultivation!”
Deng Tianyu: “(⊙﹏⊙), Ah… This!”
Dare I ask if this “help with cultivation” is proper?
Am I overthinking, or does it truly carry a special meaning?
“Tianyu, do you want to eat red cherries before sleeping?!”
Suddenly, a voice, seductive to the bone, entered his ears.
“From where…”
Deng Tianyu was somewhat puzzled. The words “red cherries” hadn’t even fully left his mouth when his breath caught. He abruptly widened his eyes.
Ning Wan pinched her lapel. In the blink of an eye, she undid her silken robes, tossed aside her chest wrap. Instantly, a pair of full, pert, snow-white, gigantic breasts were tremblingly exposed before his eyes.
Two pink, tender nipple tips perked upright, tender as cardamom. The sight made one’s mouth dry and tongue parched.
Mhm! Taking back what was said earlier—Shizun indeed had red cherries there, and they were already fully ripe.
How could Deng Tianyu hold back? He cupped these large, white, round, snowy breasts, opened his mouth wide, and lightly bit towards the peak’s summit, his tongue licking wildly.
A gift from an elder cannot be refused. To refuse it would be disrespectful. Deng Tianyu accepted it!
