Taking advantage of bowing his head to sip his fragrant tea, Deng Tianyu discreetly expanded his perception, and immediately raised an eyebrow.
Under the table, a perfectly formed, snow-white lotus foot, sheathed in flesh-toned silk, had hooked around his leg and was gently stroking it.
The ethereal, gossamer-thin silk wrapped around it, accentuating the flawless jade leg – long and taut, graceful in curve, creating a sense of ultimate beauty.
That long, straight calf, skin like congealed cream, smooth as jade, without a single flaw to be found.
The delicate toes arranged neatly upon the lotus foot, adorned with noble and bewitching purple nail polish, shimmered like top-grade gemstones through the faintly visible flesh-toned stockings, gleaming with an alluring luster.
Thankfully, the table skirt made of bamboo membrane blocked the view beneath the stone table. Otherwise, Qu Qirong, who was currently talking with Shizun, would surely have been utterly mortified.
“This Seat is somewhat curious. Just how did Tianyu help you suppress the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark?”
Ning Wan’s brows held a hint of a smile. She folded her slender hands elegantly, asking as if offhandedly.
How could she not know how Deng Tianyu suppressed the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark?
Aside from using that special constitution, using his mouth as a bridge to draw out and refine the Baleful Yang Energy within the Curse Mark, what other method could there be?
Of course, the intimacy was limited to just that. Ning Wan knew the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark was still in its dormant phase and wouldn’t experience any violent outbursts.
Following this method, in less than half a year, the Curse Mark could be completely eradicated.
Yet even though it was under special circumstances, Ning Wan’s heart was still filled with sourness.
“Tianyu’s constitution is special. He used a certain secret art to draw the Baleful Yang Energy from the Curse Mark, strand by strand.”
At the mention of this, Qu Qirong’s stunningly beautiful face flushed slightly, a trace of tender warmth swirling in her beautiful eyes.
Deng Tianyu’s constitution being special was something Ning Wan, as his Shizun, should know about.
As for that intimate method of drawing and refining, Ning Wan likely didn’t know the specifics. After all, Ning Wan had also been a member of Yin-Yang Law Heaven before. How could she coincidentally also have a Yin-Yang Curse Seal planted on her?
But thinking of those lingering, entwined kisses with her Tianyu, and the accident that day that led to their mutual indulgence, Qu Qirong felt her cheeks burn and her heart tremble.
“So that’s how it was!”
Ning Wan gently bit her alluring crimson lips, a trace of seductive charm and playful knowing in her beautiful eyes. She didn’t expose the specific method of drawing and refining.
Under the table, however, that restless silk-clad lotus foot continued to creep like ivy, slowly climbing up Deng Tianyu’s calf.
Across from her, Deng Tianyu clenched his teeth, suppressing the restlessness surging within. To distract himself, he silently recited the Tranquil Heart Mantra while refilling Aunt Rong’s and Shizun’s cups with tea.
He had previously asked Shizun about the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark and told her about Aunt Rong’s condition. However, he hadn’t mentioned the specific location of the Curse Mark – three inches below her Dantian.
Thus, although Shizun felt some jealousy in her heart, she had still accepted the fact that he was drawing out and refining the curse for Aunt Rong.
Therefore, Shizun also had no idea that he had once employed the Light Peck Fine Suck Divine Ability to help Aunt Rong refine an outbreak of the Baleful Yang Energy.
On the flip side, Aunt Rong also had no clue that Shizun was actually afflicted with a Yin-Yang Curse Seal herself. She probably thought Ning Wan was completely unaware of the intimate method of drawing and refining.
In this entire scenario, only Deng Tianyu knew the whole truth. But he hadn’t spoken of it.
Of course, this wasn’t intentional deception; it was out of necessity, to prevent intensifying the conflict between the two.
Deng Tianyu sighed inwardly, finding it truly difficult to navigate between two elders.
Suddenly, his body jolted. He looked up at his Shizun in astonishment, his breathing quickening for some unknown reason.
That plump, snow-white lotus foot had already climbed up to his crotch, deftly slipping into his robes. The soft sole pressed gently against his erect shaft, kneading it back and forth.
Meeting his gaze, Ning Wan half-narrowed her alluring eyes, asking with seeming amusement: “Tianyu, why do you seem somewhat distracted?”
Meanwhile, her two jade feet under the table progressed further, sandwiching his shaft between their soft arches, working it up and down.
Hearing this, Qu Qirong’s gaze also turned towards her Tianyu.
“I was just thinking about something earlier, got a bit lost in thought!”
Under the gaze of his two elders, Deng Tianyu forced a slightly stiff smile.
Right now, all he wanted to say was one thing: his Shizun was far too skilled at this. What was he supposed to do?
Just like that birthday celebration, when Aunt Rong’s room was right next door.
Or that time at the Misty Rain Pavilion in West Cold City, with only a door separating them, and later, just two layers of gauze curtains.
And now, this double reality – one world above the table, another completely different one below. Deng Tianyu felt there was a very good reason his mental fortitude had become so formidable.
It all stemmed from his Shizun’s tireless efforts, constantly seeking to hone his willpower!
As if suddenly remembering something, Qu Qirong asked out of curiosity:
“Tianyu, that Secret Realm you explored last time, did you gain anything from it?”
The last time she exchanged messages with Tianyu, he had mentioned being inside a hazy, multi-peaked Secret Realm.
He said being within felt like being pulled by an extremely terrifying scorching beam of light, one that heavily affected the mind and spirit.
“Tianyu did have some gains initially, but because that mysterious hazy Secret Realm seems to have its own unique rules, nothing found inside could be brought out.”
“Eventually, all those gains had to be left behind in the realm.”
Deng Tianyu was just about to explain, but Ning Wan answered for him.
As she spoke, she increased the pressure beneath her feet, her delicate toes tapping his glans warningly. She cast him a profoundly meaningful glance: “Tianyu, isn’t that right?”
“Y-Yes… it’s like that.”
Feeling overwhelmed, Deng Tianyu could only nod helplessly.
With Shizun laying it out like that, any further explanation from him would only seem like trying to cover something up.
Qu Qirong looked astonished. “There actually exists a Secret Realm so strange and bizarre?”
Ning Wan gave a charming laugh. “Indeed! There are countless Secret Realms throughout the cultivation world. When this Seat first heard of it, I was also quite surprised.”
As he accompanied his two elders in conversation, Deng Tianyu maintained a smile the entire time, though it seemed to be suppressing something.
“Tianyu, when Aunt Rong came to Purple Cloud Sect this time, I also brought some Peach Blossom Pastry.”
“If Sect Master Ning doesn’t mind, please try some!”
Qu Qirong hadn’t noticed her Tianyu’s unusual state and took out several plates of exquisite pastries from her Storage Ring.
Peach Blossom Pastry?
Ning Wan’s smile deepened. She crossed her long, shapely legs, still sheathed in the flesh-toned stockings, fully embodying the allure of a mature, beautiful woman.
Her two tender feet seemed somewhat annoyed, even using her toes to tightly pinch the shaft of his member, growing increasingly practiced in her stroking.
Deng Tianyu’s expression grew subtle. His mind inexplicably flashed to the scene when the curse marks within Shizun and Aunt Rong had accidentally flared up simultaneously.
But thinking was all he could do. He picked up a piece of Peach Blossom Pastry and put it in his mouth.
Qu Qirong smiled warmly. “Is it good?”
“Mm, still the same flavor as before.”
“Though this peach blossom seems to have been nourished by Spiritual Energy, so the taste is exceptionally fresh and delicious.”
Deng Tianyu nodded, giving a fair assessment.
Ning Wan also tried a piece and found it indeed excellent. Then she asked, a hidden meaning laced within her words:
“Tianyu, do you think the Peach Blossom Pastry your Aunt Rong makes is better, or is mine better?”
The moment these words left her mouth, Deng Tianyu instantly froze up.
Why did this question sound so wrong?
Whose Peach Blossom Pastry was better? Was that the literal meaning, or did it have a deeper implication?
Just then, a voice chimed in right on cue: “Sect Master Ning also knows how to make Peach Blossom Pastry?”
