In the boudoir, incense curled in wisps.
Through the tasseled screen, two silhouettes could be faintly seen.
One was a handsome young man as gentle as jade.
The other was a bewitching, mature beauty of devastating allure.
Her ripe, graceful body was wrapped in a light gauze purple dress as she lay lazily on the couch, her head resting sideways on a jade pillow, revealing half of her stunningly beautiful face.
Her soft, jet-black hair was loosely tied; her fair cheeks were tinged with moving rosy clouds; her beautiful eyes rippled with limpid moisture—an enchanting sight beyond compare!
Deng Tianyu massaged Ning Wan’s back and shoulders, attentively inquiring: “Shizun, is the pressure suitable?”
“Mm~”
A lazy, captivating voice drifted out, causing ripples in Deng Tianyu’s heart.
His Shizun’s allure and seductiveness were like a calamitous temptress; her every frown and smile brimmed with soul-stealing charm.
He had always known his Shizun’s appeal. Even after sixteen years together and entering a genuine ‘sword-and-scabbard’ friendship, it was still hard to resist.
Deng Tianyu seemed to recall something. As he massaged that exquisitely curved jade back, he spoke: “Shizun, do you know about Shishi’s situation?”
Ning Wan half-closed her seductive eyes, her red lips lightly parting: “One Body, Two Souls?”
Deng Tianyu was a bit surprised: “So Shizun had already sensed it?”
The matter of One Body, Two Souls was something he had only recently learned. How did Shizun know?
As if knowing what her Precious Disciple was thinking, Ning Wan pondered for a moment and slowly explained: “Actually, when I picked up Shishi, I already sensed something abnormal inside her body.”
“At that time, she was just an infant, but there were two streams of Divine Soul Power within her.”
“One of them was very hazy, seeming there and not there, but I could perceive it clearly.”
Although her strength was reduced to one-tenth its original due to the Profound Cold Curse, it did not affect her perception with her Spiritual Sense.
Deng Tianyu showed an expression of understanding: “So that’s how it is!”
No matter what, his Shizun had once been the Moon Consort of Yin-Yang Law Heaven and an unsurpassed powerhouse who had stepped into the Yin-Yang Stage.
What he couldn’t detect didn’t mean Shizun couldn’t.
Ning Wan continued: “That girl Shishi is very special.”
“People with One Body, Two Souls are extremely rare throughout history.”
“But every dual-souled person has a special origin.”
Deng Tianyu pondered for a while and then asked again: “Does Shizun know about the Flower Clan?”
“Shishi is the Imperial Phoenix Maiden of the Flower Clan!”
“Flower Clan?” Ning Wan’s jet-black brows furrowed as she recalled what she knew: “A major clan from the ancient eras. They once produced a paramount expert.”
“And the Imperial Phoenix Maiden is born to be the Flower Clan Empress, ruling over the boundless Flower Realm!”
“It’s a pity they were eventually exterminated!”
She had never imagined Li Shishi was the Imperial Phoenix Maiden of the Flower Clan.
Deng Tianyu’s hands paused: “The ancient texts Shizun has read—do any record who destroyed the Flower Clan or the reason?”
“I’ve browsed many texts, including the Library Pavilion of Yin-Yang Law Heaven.” Ning Wan shook her head: “To my recollection, these two points were never mentioned.”
“Even the extermination itself—I only read about it in an extremely ancient text. Inside, it was only mentioned in one line, without detailed records.”
Hearing this, Deng Tianyu fell silent.
Even Shizun didn’t know. It seemed they could only learn the truth after Mu Wanzhi recovered all her memories!
As thoughts flowed, Deng Tianyu continued massaging his Shizun.
In his line of sight, he could see the compressed, full, plump mounds outlining a captivating, alluring curve, and the ravishingly beautiful lines running from her jade back downward.
A waist one could encircle, the outline of perfectly round, peach-like buttocks, long, shapely legs wrapped in skin-toned stockings, down to the ankles that glistened with crystalline luster.
Just then, Ning Wan turned her body, glanced at her Precious Disciple with myriad charms, and rested her long jade legs on his. Eyes as seductive as silk, she said: “Tianyu, continue!”
Deng Tianyu nodded and grasped one of her flawless lotus feet, gently pressing it.
Through the gossamer-thin skin-toned stockings, her snow-white skin was clearly visible; her ankles were round and exquisite, without a single flaw.
Through the hazy, dream-like flesh-colored stocking tips, his fingertips rubbed each pearl-like toe. The five delicate toes coated in purple nail polish quivered faintly, rippling with beguiling, enchanting luster.
While fulfilling his filial duties, Deng Tianyu asked with concern: “Shizun, how much of your cultivation has recovered?”
Due to the Profound Cold Curse Seal and the heavy injury inflicted by that Dao Chief who had possessed Dong Jun, his Shizun had previously been able to wield at most the power of the fifth layer of the Imperial Sovereign Realm.
But now, with the curse seal temporarily suppressed and recent closed-door cultivation, her cultivation should have recovered considerably.
Thus, if they truly had to face one of the five Palace Masters—the one colluding with Qu Tianheng—they’d have greater confidence.
“I can now wield power at the Sun-Moon Realm!”
“But there is still a huge gap compared to the Five Palace Masters of Yin-Yang Law Heaven.”
Ning Wan’s beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent as she said softly.
After she escaped Yin-Yang Law Heaven, she became a so-called “traitor.”
And Yin-Yang Law Heaven would mercilessly obliterate any traitor.
The Palace Master who had come to Youzhou was clearly here for her!
Deng Tianyu’s expression grew grave: “If possible, we should wait until Aunt Rong has completely taken control of Qu Tianheng, then decide how to deal with this Palace Master!”
The fact that a mere Palace Master possessed a terrifying strength surpassing the Sun-Moon Realm showed just how horrifying the strength of that Dao Chief who had taken Dong Jun’s body truly was.
Sensing her Precious Disciple’s concern, Ning Wan revealed a bewitching smile: “That is also my intention!”
Then, without dwelling too much on the matter, she asked with keen interest: “Tianyu, have you ever massaged your Aunt Rong like this?”
The sudden swerve nearly made Deng Tianyu unable to react: “No!”
Upon hearing this answer, Ning Wan’s enchanting smile deepened: “Then has she ever helped relieve your fatigue like this?”
“Also no!” Deng Tianyu’s body trembled. He looked down: the plump, beautiful lotus foot in his palm hadn’t transgressed, but the other foot was slowly grinding along his calf.
The mature beauty’s flesh-toned, silk-stockinged foot brought warmth and softness. Coupled with his Shizun’s rich fragrance lingering in his nose, it made him unable to resist feeling his heart ripple.
“Really?” Ning Wan’s red lips lightly parted, her pearly teeth showing, exhaling captivating orchid breaths. Her jade-white onion finger traced circles on Deng Tianyu’s chest.
At this moment, her long, narrow beautiful eyes, in every glance, emanated a soft seductiveness.
Her narrow, long lashes faintly trembled; her succulent red lips were gently pursed. A breathtaking, intoxicated flush appeared on her incomparably beautiful face, as if about to drip water, brimming with the myriad charms of a mature beauty.
“Does Shizun think I am lying?”
Deng Tianyu suppressed the restlessness in his heart with great willpower and replied somewhat helplessly.
Each time he spent time alone with his Shizun, sometimes he had to test his Divine Abilities and cultivation progress, and other times he had to temper his mental state.
So what was this? Benevolent teacher and filial disciple + ‘sword-and-scabbard’ friendship = a good teacher and helpful friend?
As if remembering something, Ning Wan knitted her jet-black brows: “I still have some internal affairs to handle, but I also want to cultivate with Tianyu. What should we do?”
The corner of her lips curved into a heart-stopping arc, a smile like a hunter looking at prey.
She rose from the couch, changed into a pale purple cheongsam, slipped her beautiful feet into a pair of high heels, swayed her voluptuous, alluring figure, and slowly walked to the desk in the room.
With every light step, the front of her dress, strained by her full, plump mounds, couldn’t help but tremble.
“Tianyu, come here!”
Ning Wan looked back with a smile, her autumn-water eyes rippling with soul-stealing charm…
She stood in front of the desk and slowly sat down on the chair, both hands propping on the desk surface, slightly lifting her hips to hover above the chair.
After trying for a moment, Ning Wan stood up and waved at Deng Tianyu. “Tianyu, hurry!”
“Tianyu, sit with me and help me handle the internal affairs, alright?”
Saying this, Ning Wan didn’t allow refusal. She took his hand and made him sit on the chair.
Then she squeezed herself between the desk and Deng Tianyu, pressing against the edge of the desk and sticking out her plump, luscious buttocks.
The pale purple cheongsam tightly encased the exquisite curves of her bottom. Moistened by wet sweat, every inch of the tantalizing buttock flesh was clearly visible.
Ning Wan lifted the hem of her cheongsam. Inside, she was completely bare, as if having planned all along not to wear underpants.
Deng Tianyu gazed at the snowy white, plump, long, and graceful body before him. The exquisitely undulating white buttocks were still covered with traces of their earlier lovemaking.
Her round, pert buttocks and slender waist still bore faint pink fingerprints that had yet to fade. Between the clamped, plump, snowy thighs, the pink crevice looked extremely lewd.
Earlier, he had fiercely shot his load deep into both of his Shizun’s holes. Now, that tender pink slit and the tender anal hole above both held a pool of thick, white semen.
The pink flower lips were stained with dripping wet traces, like soft grass touched by frost.
Below, the white-bun-like pink hole was puffy red and swollen, the two flower lips slightly parted, bearing a charming peach-pink hue.
Between the crimson flesh folds, a smear of white, thick slurry occasionally squeezed out, meandering down her thighs.
Under her snowy, creamy buttocks, a messy, smeared patch combined with the beautiful Shizun’s buttocks-sticking-out pose, making it exceptionally lewd and captivating.
Ning Wan’s beautiful eyes were like water. She lightly bit her red lip and turned her head to look at Deng Tianyu with silk-seductive eyes, her plump, fat buttocks twisting lewdly back and forth.
“Mm~ Ah…”
Ning Wan let out a satisfied moan. As expected, Deng Tianyu reached out and embraced her.
Deng Tianyu’s two large hands reached from behind her waist, caressing those round, pert buttocks and that exquisite, slender waist.
The exquisite, silky feel of smooth, solid lard made him greedily knead up and down.
Ning Wan’s snowy thighs were plump, the curve from thigh to waist like a ripe snow pear—thin skin, full flesh, as if packed with solid cream and cheese, seeming to melt in his hands as he kneaded.
Deng Tianyu pulled this alluring body into his arms, his hot chest pressing close.
He breathed in the fragrance of his Shizun’s neck and shoulders, his burning breath spraying her profile. His large hands followed the concave-convex curve of her waist downward, wantonly kneading the two round, snowy buttocks.
The other hand hooked beneath the buttocks, fingers prying apart the two flower lips—slick as oil-dipped, wet, creamy, and soft. The flesh folds were peeled and kneaded somewhat roughly.
Ning Wan’s thighs trembled and clamped together weakly, but posed no threat to the intruder.
It hadn’t been long since Deng Tianyu had pressed her down and fiercely thrust into her.
Now, the pink, swollen petals were scraped open by rough fingers, bringing an indescribable tingling, numbing pleasure.
“Mm~ Tianyu, come quickly.”
Ning Wan pressed her buttocks down, her wet, creamy pink hole gripping the finger Deng Tianyu inserted inside. It was soft, tight, sucking and biting.
Deng Tianyu even felt his finger clamped so hard by the walls of soft, slick meat that it was difficult to move. His Shizun’s tender hole had been drilled and thrust by him so many times, yet it still remained this tight.
His heart burned. His fingertip churned the smooth, oil-slick, fine tender hole; lust swelled to the extreme.
Deng Tianyu reached beneath Ning Wan’s legs and placed her white, exquisite jade body on his lap. Between those full, creamy jade-smooth thighs, the snowy mounds were perky and prominent, everything at the crotch laid bare.
The thick, hard, swollen, almost bursting hot meat rod charged into battle. Its purple-red glans instantly pushed aside the two wet flower lips.
The glans split the honeyed slit, and with a knead, it rode the slick, creamy sensation into the tight, tender hole…
