Within the elegantly arranged boudoir, a cold wind carrying the essence of spring blew in through the window, causing the candle flames to flicker unsteadily. Two silhouettes were cast upon the wall, also wavering with the candlelight, like a silent shadow play imbued with a special meaning.
One silhouette, curvaceous and graceful, had her legs forming a ring, encircling the back of the man’s head. Perhaps feeling the chill, it trembled occasionally. The other silhouette was bent low, as if pecking at something.
Deng Tianyu had never imagined he would be forced to cultivate this “Light Peck Fine Suck Divine Ability” once again. Previously, he had the honor of honing it a few times under his Shizun’s guidance. Each time he employed it, it would cause his Shizun’s True Essence to surge violently, raging like a storm. And this divine ability was a perfect match with [Star Shift]. Last time, it was through the seamless cooperation of these two divine abilities that he had helped suppress his Shizun’s rampaging Profound Cold Curse Mark. Of course, in the end, his Shizun had also poured out everything she had to finally expel the Yin Sha.
“Aunt Rong, are you feeling better?” Amidst his swirling thoughts, Deng Tianyu, his forehead and face covered in glistening beads of sweat, raised his head and asked with concern. In matters concerning Aunt Rong’s life and safety, he dared not allow the slightest carelessness. Even the tiniest strand of Baleful Yang Energy held the potential to rampage. Therefore, every time Deng Tianyu deployed the [Star Shift] divine ability, he was meticulously careful and cautious, fearful that any mishap might occur.
“Mhm~ Somewhat better!” After a moment of silence, a trembling and exceptionally soft, syrupy voice responded.
Qu Qirong’s head was tilted back, her beautiful eyes filled with a dense, watery mist. Her mature, alluring jade countenance was, at some unknown point, stained a deep layer of crimson. The delicate hands that had been gripping Deng Tianyu’s shoulders had now loosened. On his shoulders, several vivid red marks were clearly visible, as if testifying to the storm just weathered. The jade legs resting on either side still trembled from time to time. Within the skin-toned stockings, the hazy, elegant feet were no longer tensed. Her ten toes, painted with orchid-hued polish, stretched out, pressing against the ends of the stockings, creating a series of alluring wrinkles.
“That’s good to hear, then,” Deng Tianyu let out a breath of turbid air that seemed to carry a hint of peach blossom fragrance. The heart hanging in his throat finally settled, and a smile appeared. Aunt Rong was different from his Shizun. Her cultivation wasn’t high; the slightest misstep could allow the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark to fully corrode her. Still, Deng Tianyu did not relax his vigilance. He continued to release his Spiritual Sense, monitoring the Baleful Yang Energy within the Sealing Restriction.
The Baleful Yang Energy was now calm, no longer resisting the Sword Intent Iris condensed from Summer Growth Sword Intent. Deng Tianyu speculated that the reason the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark had rampaged was likely that too much of the Baleful Yang Energy contained within that specific crack in the Sealing Restriction had been refined, thus affecting the overall balance. Perhaps that explanation wasn’t clear enough. To put it simply, consider the Baleful Yang Energy within the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark as a bucket of water, and the Sealing Restriction as the wooden staves that form the bucket. These restriction cracks are like each individual stave. His process of guiding and refining involved using Spring Vitality Sword Intent and Summer Growth Sword Intent to subtly cut a small section off the top of a stave, allowing the water to slowly overflow. Under normal circumstances, this method would allow the water to be completely drained over the course of half a year.
However, Baleful Yang Energy was not water; it was a special energy condensed from the Five Elements. The Five Elements create and overcome one another. Once any one element decreased to a fixed threshold, it would disrupt that balance, causing the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark to rampage. Having understood this, Deng Tianyu now knew how to proceed in the future. As long as he found the precise point of the Five Elements’ balance, then identified the corresponding crack to that point, and then proceeded to extract and refine from there, such rampages would not occur again. Of course, this wasn’t absolute; whether it truly worked still required experimentation.
Amidst his swirling thoughts, Deng Tianyu examined his own Spirit Mansion internally. He could clearly feel that after the Baleful Yang Energy had been refined, the meridians within his Spirit Mansion had expanded another fold, and the incredibly pure True Essence had already reached an extremely surging realm. He believed that even though he hadn’t yet reached the King-Sealing Realm, the True Essence contained within his Spirit Mansion was already comparable to someone at that realm, perhaps even surpassing it.
“Tianyu!” At this moment, Qu Qirong, just recovering her senses, her beautiful eyes hazy with infatuation, subconsciously murmured the name engraved deep in her heart. Her blushing face, even her crystalline jade-like forehead, was also covered with a layer of fine, fragrant sweat, glistening with moisture.
“What’s wrong, Aunt Rong?” Deng Tianyu asked with concern, still worried that Aunt Rong might have suffered some harm from the rampage of the Baleful Yang Energy.
“Mm…” He never expected that the moment his words fell, his eyes would widen, and he would be unable to utter another word. He saw the mature, alluring beauty before him wrap her snow-white, creamy arms tightly around his neck, her exquisitely full red lips already sealing his own.
Qu Qirong’s emotions were in extreme turmoil now: three parts shyness, three parts touched, three parts distress. These emotions intertwined, making her disregard everything else and simply wish to express this surge of feeling. Before, she had always treated him with tenderness, like a mother opening her warm arms to embrace her child. But now, she only wanted to convey the accumulated emotions in her heart in the most direct way possible.
How could Qu Qirong not understand why her Tianyu had to humble himself so, just moments ago? It was all for her sake! If he didn’t truly love her to the extreme, how could he have resorted to that method to guide and refine the Baleful Yang Energy? She was acutely aware that had he hesitated even a moment, she would have likely been completely consumed by the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark. Yet, at that critical line between life and death, her Tianyu had laid down a man’s dignity, and unhesitatingly lowered himself, even if it meant bearing immense grievance.
In response to this, Qu Qirong also laid down her womanly reserve, put aside her shyness, and used every last ounce of strength she had left to respond to him.
A long while passed. The feeling of suffocation arose, forcing the two to part.
“Aunt Rong, you…” Deng Tianyu gasped for fresh air, wanting to speak further, but he was silenced again. Gazing into each other’s eyes, he could see the tender affection contained within Aunt Rong’s beautiful eyes, and that expression of wanting to convey her inner feelings.
Qu Qirong’s slender hands involuntarily moved from Deng Tianyu’s neck to his back, her ten long, jade-like fingers digging in involuntarily, bringing up crease after crease on his clothing. A charming, rosy blush spread across her exquisitely beautiful face, and her beautiful eyes, shrouded in a bewildering watery mist, reflected the figure of her Tianyu. Who knew how long passed before their lips finally parted.
Qu Qirong’s entire body was limp and weak, pressed tightly against Deng Tianyu’s embrace. Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation against her leg. Face reddening, she couldn’t help but spit out, “Tianyu, you…”
Deng Tianyu gave a wry smile and awkwardly shifted back a little. “Aunt Rong, don’t mind it.” Some matters were simply beyond his control; even stepping onto the path of cultivation couldn’t change this.
“Aunt Rong… will help you then.” Qu Qirong, however, recalling the scene moments before, bit her lip tightly, forcibly suppressing the shyness within her, and sat her delicate body upright. Her voice was slightly trembling as she spoke. Only then did she gather her long, waist-length black hair and slowly lowered her mature, full body.
Under Deng Tianyu’s somewhat expectant gaze, her soft, red lips gently pressed against the raging meat rod standing erect at his crotch.
“Aunt Rong…” Deng Tianyu panted heavily, his eyes wide as he stared intently down at his crotch, as if afraid of missing a single detail. Beneath him, Aunt Rong was tenderly servicing him with her rosy little mouth, her head gently swaying as her lips slowly enveloped the swollen rod inch by inch. Watching his meat rod gradually fill Aunt Rong’s rosy mouth, an indescribable thrill surged through Deng Tianyu’s heart.
“What’s wrong, Tianyu? Is it uncomfortable?” As if sensing the changes occurring in Deng Tianyu, Qu Qirong immediately released the rigid object from her mouth and asked with concern.
“It’s nothing, Aunt Rong.” Deng Tianyu took a deep breath, thrust his waist forward, and swiftly re-inserted the meat rod back into Aunt Rong’s warm little mouth. “It’s very comfortable.”
Deng Tianyu began thrusting his meat rod slowly and rhythmically in and out of Qu Qirong’s slightly unprepared mouth. He swayed his body, enjoying the envelopment of the warm, slippery lips…
