“Aunt Rong, is it that you’re not used to this strange place? Does the bed feel unfamiliar?”
Holding soft, fragrant jade, Deng Tianyu smiled slightly and asked.
Since he’d chosen the second way to handle things, he naturally had to deal with it seriously.
Otherwise, if his Shizun and him were discovered on the same bed, embracing so intimately, how would he ever explain it?
Tell Aunt Rong that he and his Shizun were actually helping each other refine a divine ability?
Ridiculous. He didn’t even believe it himself—would Aunt Rong?
“It shouldn’t be that. Earlier, while I was carving the Cloud Carved Stone Album, the tide outside the Misty Rain Pavilion just happened to be rising.
“The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks was too noisy, and that restless feeling welled up in my heart for no reason.”
Qu Qirong pondered for a moment, feeling that she herself had been incredibly strange today.
That restlessness had only disappeared for a little while, and now it was back. Could it be that she was just overthinking things?
The sound of waves crashing against rocks?
Could it really be such a coincidence?
What was he doing at that time?
Ah… indeed!
One had to know, once a person steps onto the path of cultivation, their five senses and six perceptions undergo a qualitative change.
This kind of sudden feeling was often traceable in the unseen realm.
For instance, when some cultivators are about to encounter danger, a sense of crisis might arise in their hearts, or their eyebrow might twitch uncontrollably.
And the source of Aunt Rong’s agitation—to make a bold guess—could it be because he and his Shizun were “cultivating a divine ability” together?
Although he couldn’t say it was a hundred percent certain, it was at least eighty percent likely.
At this thought, Deng Tianyu’s expression turned odd. He asked, a little guiltily, “So, Aunt Rong, has this restlessness been continuous, or…?”
“It wasn’t continuous. Earlier, when the sound of the waves stopped, that restlessness faded along with it.”
“But shortly after that, just as I lay down to rest, that restless feeling came back.”
Qu Qirong placed her hand on her full bosom and said, very puzzled.
Thinking back carefully, there really hadn’t been any troublesome things happening recently.
The Heart-Controlling Gu had been removed. The Baleful Yang Energy contained within the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark was also slowly being refined with Tianyu’s help.
And now, she had even come to West Rime City with her Tianyu, planning to admire the beautiful scene of the dancing Flying Cods.
Could it be because she hadn’t found a method to overcome her unique physique for cultivation?
“Then let me keep Aunt Rong company and chat with you, to relieve your boredom.”
Deng Tianyu sighed softly. He was now almost certain—this inexplicable restlessness Aunt Rong felt was because of him and his Shizun.
Because of this, a sense of guilt rose in his heart.
Although he was forced and helpless, he was still a participant.
As if sensing Deng Tianyu’s thoughts, Ning Wan curved her lips into an extremely seductive smile and leaned close to his ear, transmitting her voice, her breath like orchids:
“Saint Monk, I just discovered that the devil’s obstruction did indeed leave behind an avatar. It’s now attached itself to my mouth.”
“Could I trouble the Saint Monk again, to use the Buddhist Closed-Mouth Dhyana, to expel this devil’s obstruction?”
As she spoke, she tilted her head up, her alluring, full red lips covering his lips. Her fair, jade-like hand quietly reached down into the bedding.
Instantly, Deng Tianyu’s breath hitched. His body trembled slightly, and he could only helplessly activate his Buddhist divine abilities, beginning to dissolve the devil’s obstruction.
Except, that devil’s obstruction was too cunning. It hid here and there, refusing to let him find it.
Fortunately, his Buddhist power was profound. He deployed the Buddhist Light Illumination divine ability, encompassing the obstruction and leaving it trembling in fear, with nowhere to flee.
“Tianyu, when you first entered the Purple Cloud Sect, who took care of you?”
For some reason, Qu Qirong felt the restlessness in her heart intensify. She proactively found a topic to talk about.
She knew that her Tianyu was only about two years old at that time, basically just a bit bigger than a baby.
How could Ning Wan, being the Sect Leader and busy with countless affairs, have had the time to look after him?
“Whew…”
Deng Tianyu took a light breath of fresh air, relieving that slight feeling of suffocation, before replying: “At that time, it was also Shizun who took care of me.”
“Whether she was handling sect affairs or going somewhere to do something, she always brought me along.”
“And what about when you bathed?” Qu Qirong frowned, an inexplicable pang of sourness in her heart.
Originally, Tianyu should have been the one she took care of. Now, it had become Ning Wan. No wonder the two were so close.
“It was the same during bath time.” Deng Tianyu didn’t hide anything and told the truth.
When he was little, he was carved from jade, like a porcelain doll. Perhaps it was because of this that Shizun Ning Wan had taken such a liking to him.
Of course, it wasn’t just when he was little that he bathed with his Shizun—even now…
“Sect Master Ning truly treats Tianyu as if he were her own!” Qu Qirong’s expression was complex, tinged with a trace of envy.
She had to admit, Ning Wan spoiled Tianyu to the extreme. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have cared for him so meticulously.
She could perhaps understand why Tianyu would say that, for him, Ning Wan was like a teacher and a mother combined.
But it didn’t matter. Although the bond between her and Tianyu lacked the accumulation of emotion forged over the years, they would slowly make up for it in the future.
“Besides you, does Sect Master Ning have any other disciples?”
“Mhm! There’s one more, named Li Shishi, who joined a bit later than me.”
“What’s her personality like?”
“Shishi’s personality is sometimes like a child who never grows up—a bit silly and naive. She always does things that leave you unsure whether to laugh or cry…”
Just as Deng Tianyu and Qu Qirong were idly chatting, the seductive intent in Ning Wan’s beautiful eyes surged. Her incomparably enchanting and captivating face was already painted with a gorgeous, alluring blush. She gently wrapped her arms around her precious disciple’s waist, her gaze fixed on him:
“Saint Monk, that avatar of the devil’s obstruction has hidden itself in my Dantian. I must trouble you once more.”
“Then what does the Lady Almsgiver suggest?”
Saint Monk Deng’s scalp tingled. He was completely thrown off.
No wonder he’d had a bad feeling from the start—it was all because of his Shizun.
He had to remember, Aunt Rong was right there on the bed opposite!
If there was the slightest unusual movement, it could be very easily detected.
“This is the last avatar of the devil’s obstruction. As long as the Saint Monk follows up the victory, it can surely be completely refined.”
Ning Wan’s eyes were as silky as threads. She proactively embraced Deng Tianyu, letting him feel the warmth of her embrace.
Their clothes had long been carefully peeled away by Ning Wan’s nimble fingers. By now, the two were nearly pressed together, bare.
Her proud, snow-white peaks actively rubbed and kneaded against Deng Tianyu’s chest. The soft, springy flesh was as smooth as cream.
Only the two nipples were erect and blood-engorged, their texture sticky yet soft with a firm core, exceptionally stirring towards desire.
Deng Tianyu didn’t dare move too obviously and could only let Ning Wan guide the thick shaft between his legs, slowly moving it around.
Moments later, the scorching member pushed in from between her thighs, the hot shaft pressing against the soft, snowy mound.
Deng Tianyu gently thrust his hips, and Ning Wan lifted her own to meet him. Two lush, tender flower lips parted, and the wet, honeyed flesh rubbed against the shaft skin-to-skin. In no time, juices were ground out.
“Is the Saint Monk playing with the devil’s obstruction? Why aren’t you quickly pursuing it?”
Ning Wan’s voice grew even more sweet and cloying. Deng Tianyu finally couldn’t help but reach out a hand to search.
His fingertips parted the creamy white, steamed-bun-like pink cleft between his Shizun’s legs. The soft, toe-like tender flesh was instantly pushed to either side, pink flesh abruptly revealed. The tip pressed against it, plunging straight to the hilt without any hindrance!
“Mm-hm~”
Ning Wan suppressed her low moan. Inside, her tight passage was still buttery-smooth, tight, and hot as molten fire, clamping firmly around the shaft and refusing to let go. Every entry and exit pulled and dragged the glistening pink flesh out with it.
Initially, he had suppressed his movements, afraid Aunt Rong would find out. But once he had truly thrust into his Shizun’s heavenly, bone-melting passage, Deng Tianyu no longer had the mind to worry about anything else.
He grabbed Ning Wan’s smooth, long legs, pushing them up until they rested on his shoulders.
The thick shaft between his legs pumped and thrust continuously, making his Shizun’s body sway like a broken blossom, her willow-waist twisting like a snake, her snowy thighs trembling and squirming.
Her love juices were churned into a translucent, milky cream that trickled profusely along the shaft.
After thrusting for a while, Deng Tianyu felt utterly blissful. In this position, every thrust easily slammed into that tender, soft flower heart.
Ning Wan’s flower heart was exceptionally delicate. It was quickly battered until it kept blossoming and spitting out nectar. Her body twisted and struggled violently, like a fish out of water.
Deng Tianyu gasped, quickening his pace, pounding until she once again moaned in suppressed, whimpering pleasure.
In what should have been a silent room, Deng Tianyu held that snow-white, exquisitely full body, her smooth thighs propped on his shoulders, her snow-creamy breasts firmly grasped in his large hands.
In her flushed, reddened honey cave, a terrifyingly huge rod relentlessly moved in and out, pounding until the red flesh was as swollen as a bruise and the juices were thick and creamy.
Deng Tianyu ravished Ning Wan’s body with all his might. Even though he had just released thick torrents inside his Shizun several times with abandon, he was still rock-hard.
The thick shaft hammered and stirred the soft-as-tofu, incredibly tight honey cave, his lust blazing ever more fiercely.
Suddenly, he flipped Ning Wan onto the bed, then bent her pair of cream-smooth legs, pressing her thighs tightly together, making the tender mound between her legs clamp down on his shaft even tighter, almost without the slightest gap.
He saw his Shizun’s pair of dainty feet, perfectly aligned, their soles pink, tender, and as white as lotus petals. The ten toes, arranged from large to small, were a delicate, translucent red. Now slightly curled, they resembled water-grapes.
A sudden surge of passion struck him, and he opened his mouth wide to take a row of toes into his mouth, licking with his tongue and sucking with his lips, wantonly savoring the soft, tender feel of her soles.
Below, the two lush, fleshy lips clamped around the shaft deathly tight. It felt even tighter and more mud-slicked during the pumping, emitting squelching sounds of churning fluids. The juices, unable to flow out, were all churned into thick, sticky, white cream.
Using this position, he pounded her several dozen times. Deng Tianyu then felt the shaft grow tingly and numb, the urge to erupt almost impossible to suppress.
He simply pushed her jade-like legs straight down. Her pressed-together, slender white calves pressed flat against her breasts. Her perfectly round, pert, snowy mounds lifted off the bed.
The two flower lips were already pounded into a red, swollen, creamy mess. White cream flowed out from the lower edge of her clam like a stream, dripping onto the bedsheets.
The calves in his hands were long, slender, and delicate, her ankles creamy and flushed pink. He nibbled on one of her tender, powder-soft feet while simultaneously thrusting his hips at a rapid pace, never pausing as he hammered against his Shizun’s snowy rear…
At this moment, hazy moonlight spilled down, enveloping the entire Misty Rain Pavilion as if draping it in a layer of silver gauze.
A breeze carrying a hint of chill blew in through the half-open window.
Feeling this trace of cold, Qu Qirong pulled up the bedding to cover her full, graceful body.
After the idle chat with her Tianyu just now, the restlessness in her heart had dissipated quite a bit, and drowsiness washed over her.
In a daze, she seemed to see the bed curtain swaying. The bedding covering Tianyu seemed to be trembling lightly, like rippling water.
In her half-asleep, half-awake state, Qu Qirong found everything utterly silent again. That previous scene seemed like an illusion.
Imperceptibly, she slowly drifted into a dream, her breathing becoming even.
