The Dao method was indeed incomparably profound and obscure.
Even with Deng Tianyu’s exceedingly strong comprehension, he had not yet grasped the two transformations, turning into Kun and turning into Peng.
Currently, his progress only allowed him to harmonize a few specific parts of his body to achieve a state of ultimate compatibility with the Dao method—the state where the body moves but the mind remains still.
Of course, Deng Tianyu also knew that comprehending the divine art was not something achieved overnight. It required diligent cultivation and continuous effort to delve into the next, even more profound and obscure realm.
At this moment, Deng Tianyu was applying the technique to his waist and hips, thrusting and pumping in rhythm with his Shizun’s rising and falling snow-white buttocks.
He watched as his Shizun’s snowy hips rose and fell incessantly. Every time, the tender hole swallowed the entire shaft, joining them tightly together.
When the snowy hips lifted, the shaft was almost pulled back to the entrance. The delicate petals were dragged out, turning inside out, a scene of pink lewdness.
“Squelch… squelch…”
As the Dao method circulated, Deng Tianyu felt his waist and hips brimming with power. Every subtle movement seemed to be coordinating the various meridians throughout his body.
Deng Tianyu focused intently on thrusting his waist and hips. The scorching shaft pistoned faster and faster inside his Shizun’s tender hole.
In an instant, the folded, tender walls seemed almost melted by the friction. Even though the honeyed juice flowed ceaselessly, it couldn’t withstand the glans’s continuous scraping. The petals flew like blossoms, and nectar splattered everywhere.
As his legs were wrapped in obscure, profound, hazy Daoist patterns, he was delighted to discover he had once again entered the pure and transparent state of Dao Enlightenment.
This sensation was extremely mystical, causing all the pores of his body to open. His entire being was in a peak state for comprehending the Dao method.
At times, it was as if he transformed into a great Peng, spreading its wings to soar high, roaming freely through the vast, boundless void, shuttling through the hazy, endless, snow-white clouds, soaring straight to the peak of the void, embracing the sun, moon, and stars.
At other times, it was like becoming a Kun, a creature vast beyond measure, driving straight into the endless oceanic domain, able to feel the warmth and embrace of the water.
In this state, Deng Tianyu held his breath, constantly evolving the divine art technique. His lower body almost uncontrollably pistoned with extreme speed.
His abdomen and waist thrust repeatedly against his Shizun’s naked, spread buttocks. Supported by the bed, the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh were heavy, muffled, and forceful.
The thick, long shaft ceaselessly thrust in and out of the peach-shaped honeyed hole. The soft, lush, snow-white buttocks were slammed into rosy-tinted white waves.
His Shizun’s voluptuous body was nearly lifted into the air by his thrusts. Wet, sticky, watery sounds came from where their hips met.
“Squelch… squelch…”
Ning Wan was nearly fucked senseless by this sudden, rapid, fierce thrusting.
The shaft inside her tender hole seemed to be growing harder and harder, hotter and hotter. By the time she realized it, the rod in her tender cavity had already swollen as hard as a pestle.
The honeyed walls felt like they were about to be split open by the distension, and the scorching heat made her feel that her delicate hole was going to melt.
More importantly, the soft, slippery, tender core of her flower was firmly pressed against by the glans, emitting astonishing heat that penetrated straight into her womb.
“Mmm… Ah…”
Amidst the ecstatic moans, Ning Wan’s exquisitely beautiful body, white as solidified fat, was like a small boat on a stormy sea, constantly bounced upwards by Deng Tianyu’s shaft.
Maintaining her kneeling and bobbing posture, her snow-white, round buttocks were continuously rammed. A shaft, entirely a deep red and surrounded by bulging veins, thrust in and out of the mushy, softened honeyed core.
Their hips met and parted with lightning speed, each time creating an unending sound of slapping flesh and rippling snowy waves. The originally pink, beautiful sex was fucked red, the petal-like honeyed flesh churning in and out.
After who knew how long—as if a mere instant, yet also seeming like more than an hour—a thick, warm liquid erupted into the heart of Ning Wan’s tender flower.
Subsequently, a pattering of honeyed fluid overflowed, soaking the bedsheets between their hips.
The first training session of the divine art was over. Deng Tianyu had shot his seed fiercely, clearly expending a great deal of energy.
His breathing was slightly ragged, his forehead dotted with fine beads of sweat.
Seeing this, Ning Wan, who was cultivating alongside him, felt a pang of heartache. Her voice carried an indescribable doting affection and tenderness as she softly comforted:
“Tianyu~ don’t be impatient. Your master will always be here by your side.”
As this ripe, seductive voice, trembling with encouragement, came out, she bent her mature, voluptuous body down. Her luscious, dewy red lips kissed her precious disciple’s mouth, letting him feel the care from his master.
After a long while, with a sense of suffocation, they parted.
Deng Tianyu felt the shaft buried in his Shizun’s tender hole harden again. He looked at his enchantingly alluring, ripe Shizun and said with extreme seriousness: “Shizun, I can continue cultivating.”
Ning Wan smiled with gratification and continued to guide his cultivation of the divine art: “With this perseverance, Tianyu’s comprehension of the Soaring Dao will surely reach the next realm in the future.”
Deng Tianyu cast aside all distracting thoughts, focusing his mind once again on the shaft enveloped by his Shizun’s tight, tender hole.
Sensing her precious disciple’s intention, Ning Wan lifted her plump, beautiful buttocks. Her entrance closed around Deng Tianyu’s glans, giving a gentle squeeze. Then, amidst squelching watery sounds, the thick, long shaft slowly penetrated the entrance, delving deep into the tender cavity.
Deng Tianyu also concentrated his mind. His hips pumped incessantly, and faintly white, creamy fluid could be seen at the edges of the entrance.
The inside of the tender hole was hot as oil, tight and narrow, slick and sticky, with an unimaginably abundant wet sensation.
The feeling of being wrapped and sucked by what seemed like layer upon layer of tiny mouths, and the tender buds constantly clenching and squeezing, made his waist and back tremble, and he gasped sharply with pleasure.
He roughly understood that this was the obstacle in cultivating the divine art.
The faster and more fiercely he thrust his shaft, the more intense the accompanying pleasure became. This pleasure disrupted his focus, making it difficult to fully utilize the technique.
His Shizun’s tender hole was incredibly tight. The numerous folds of flesh in her honeyed core, each ring seemingly layered with overlapping small mouths, squeezed and sucked individually.
Deepest inside her tender hole was something akin to another tiny mouth—fatty, soft, and slippery—the crisp, tender heart of the flower. It opened and closed, sucking on his glans, seeming to directly bite and drink his essence, pleasure crashing over him in waves.
“Pap pap pap…”
Deng Tianyu could only thrust his waist and hips, doing his best to insert fiercely and withdraw slowly bit by bit, fearing that one moment of carelessness would cause his essence to be squeezed out by his Shizun’s tender hole.
If his seed was milked out too early by that ecstasy-inducing hole, the cultivation of the divine art would lose all meaning.
Deng Tianyu maintained the rhythm of his thrusting, continuing to cultivate the divine art. The snowy, white, round butt of his Shizun quivered like waves crashing endlessly…
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While Deng Tianyu and Ning Wan were diligently cultivating, Qu Qirong had a dream.
In her dream, with delicate, graceful steps, she swayed her ripe, moving figure and arrived at the medicinal garden in the backyard of Xiaoxiang Elegant Garden.
Before her were clumps of brilliantly colored spirit flowers and spirit grasses. Her gaze swept over numerous spirit flowers before finally resting on a single cinnabar-red spirit flower.
She bent her waist down, lightly sniffing the scent strongly reminiscent of peach blossoms, then plucked several dewy, delicate petals and went into the kitchen.
Qu Qirong knew her own Tianyu liked to eat Peach Blossom Pastry, so she wanted to make some.
“Pop~”
First, she mixed the necessary ingredients evenly. She opened a bottle of spiritual fruit juice and poured it in, kneading the ingredients into a dough. After letting it rest for about a quarter of an hour, she picked up a rolling pin and began rolling out the dough. At this moment, she had to use ‘Yin’ force, not ‘Yang’ force.
When the dough was rolled to the right consistency, she divided it into countless pieces. Using the rolling pin, she flattened them into circles with thick centers and thin edges. Only dough skins rolled this way could be shaped as desired.
At that point, she added the filling containing spirit peach blossom petals, wrapped it up and pinched it tight, then used the rolling pin again to shape it into the desired form—the shape of a peach blossom. After drizzling it with a uniquely fragrant stir-fry of white ginger and sesame seeds, it was ready to be steamed.
Soon, her nose was surrounded by an extremely rich peach blossom fragrance. A smile bloomed on Qu Qirong’s face.
“Sizzle… sizzle…”
But suddenly, a great wind rose outside. Dark clouds gathered and rolled in, thunder rumbling and churning amidst the clouds.
Seeing this scene, Qu Qirong murmured softly: “Is it going to rain?”
“Patter… patter…”
As soon as her words fell, the fragrance of rain permeated the air, and a chaotic, messy, crisp melody rose.
For some reason, she felt that after the rain started, the peach blossom scent in the kitchen grew even stronger.
A gentle breeze blew through, and looking out the window, Qu Qirong saw two willow trees swaying in the wind.
Their branches intertwined and swayed, pressed tightly together without any gap. Droplets of crystal-clear rain landed on their stems and leaves, as if wrapping them in a hazy, dreamlike garment of silver gauze.
As the rain intensified, the drizzle evolved into a torrential downpour. The crisp sound of jade beads falling grew denser and more urgent. The gentle breeze had at some point turned into a howling gale.
The two willow trees outside swayed and intertwined even more intensely. Beneath the unending rain, they remained as inseparable as ever.
Watching these two trees weathering the storm together, the image of her own Tianyu surfaced in Qu Qirong’s mind. A gentle, doting smile bloomed on her exquisite, beautiful face.
She and he were also like those two willow trees. After weathering quite a few storms, they had gone from acquaintance to deep understanding, their feelings growing ever stronger, until now being inseparable.
After who knew how long, the rain stopped, and the wind ceased. A rainbow shimmering with seven colors appeared on the horizon.
Qu Qirong had learned from her Tianyu that this radiant bow was called a ‘rainbow’ and only appeared after the rain, once the sky cleared.
The rainbow before her eyes was just like the bond between her and Deng Tianyu. After enduring the storms, it revealed its most beautiful aspect…
