[Cultivating Immortality Through Lust] (42-43)

Chapter Forty-Two: An Undersea Adventure
On the tranquil sea, everything on the lonely YY Island was utterly silent. Occasionally,
a few white clouds of various shapes drifted across the vast blue sky. A golden sun hung in the sky, relentlessly radiating its heat. A
gentle breeze blew, rippling the emerald green sea surface, and white waves softly lapped against the fine, soft
sand—a beautiful picture of a sunny day with golden sun and azure water.
In the dark depths of the sea, Chen Fan was carefully searching every inch of land with his divine sense. The dimness of the seabed brought
him a slight trouble; the immense water pressure forced him to constantly maintain his true essence shield, increasing
the rate at which he consumed his true essence.
As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Chen Fan had long transcended the realm of humanity. His body was not only flawless and immaculate,
but all his senses—touch, smell, and spirit—had been tempered by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, making him a million times stronger than an ordinary person.
However, due to the great changes in the world, he had never learned any spells. Learning and casting any spells
required drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with one's own true essence. If his true essence was exhausted, he would only be physically
stronger than an ordinary person. Normally, the spiritual energy was not enough for Chen Fan to cultivate on his own, so he could only lock himself in to reduce
the consumption of his true essence. Now, being at the bottom of the sea, he could not worry about much else. He could only find the source of the spiritual energy as soon as possible,
hoping to have another fortuitous encounter.
After a while, Chen Fan stood quietly on the seabed, frowning, watching the various sea creatures swimming around him.
He was secretly anxious, thinking, "How can there be nothing? This doesn't make sense!
Where did things go wrong?"
Chen Fan slowly floated up, withdrew his divine sense, and carefully examined everything around him. The dim seabed affected
his vision. Looking at the various sea creatures in front of him, he suddenly noticed that they all seemed to like swimming in one
direction, then suddenly scattering as if startled, and then swimming back in that direction again.
Chen Fan was delighted, thinking that following these fish might lead to some discovery. He quickly
swam towards the direction where the sea creatures were gathered. Soon, a small underwater hollow came into view. Seeing a
large school of fish gathered in this hollow, Chen Fan was overjoyed. His powerful divine sense surged out like a tidal wave, sweeping across
every inch of the hollow. Animals' senses are always more acute than humans'. With a single sweep of his strange divine sense,
all the sea creatures sensed the threat and scattered like sheep encountering wolves. Whether floating
in the water or hiding in the seabed, they all fled the place at top speed.
Chen Fan ignored the fish and instead frowned, repeatedly scanning the underwater hollow with his divine sense
, but strangely found nothing. Looking at the chaotic scene before him, with mud and sand flying everywhere, Chen Fan's eyes
lit up. Unconvinced, he condensed his divine sense into a stream and sent it surging towards the mud and sand on the seabed. Slowly, he finally discovered a
clue: the hollow in front of him was shaped like a funnel and extended downwards.
A resolute glint flashed across Chen Fan's face. He snorted angrily, stretched out his hands, and formed claws with his fingers. Powerful true essence shot
out from his fingers, forming invisible swords that fiercely grabbed at the bottom of the small valley. A series of rumbling sounds
echoed with the seawater in a strange rhythm, startling all life within a ten-mile radius of the seabed. In this way, Chen Fan
recklessly used his true essence and divine sense to explore the way and began to advance into the seabed. Before long, Chen Fan felt
dizzy and lightheaded, knowing that this was the result of his true essence and divine sense being overdrawn. So, he gritted his teeth, took out
two jade bottles from his storage ring, and poured out two fragrant pills with a pang of heartache. These were the few
True Essence Pills and Spirit Concentration Pills he had left for Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.
Since Chen Fan entered the Foundation Establishment stage, he discovered that cultivation was impossible in the current world. In this
modern industrial society filled with turbid energy, the spiritual energy he extracted and absorbed was barely enough to sustain his physical needs. Moreover,
he lived in a big city, and the resources he had acquired had been
almost entirely consumed by him, Liu Yan, and Zhang Yan. Now, he only had a small amount of Earth Spirit Pills and Soul Gathering Pills for the Golden Core stage, along with some mid-grade spirit
stones and a dozen or so high-grade spirit stones. He still didn't quite understand how his cheap master, Daoist Dan Yun, could say that the "Yin Yang Passion
Scripture" could be used for cultivation in the present world. Although he hadn't practiced dual cultivation yet, everything had its laws.
In Chen Fan's view, cultivation was simply about increasing one's own energy, and energy must abide by the law of conservation of energy!
Chen Fan shook his head, banishing these distracting thoughts. He tilted his head back and swallowed the pill in his hand, feeling his
true essence and divine sense slowly recover. After resting for a while, he continued his journey into the depths of the seabed. He walked
and stopped along the way, constantly changing his direction. Chen Fan didn't know how deep he had ventured into the seabed mud and sand. He looked up
at the few remaining pills in the two jade bottles, then glanced regretfully at the rocks beneath his feet. He felt a sense of helplessness
. At first, when it was just mud and sand, it was easy to dig. As he encountered rocks, Chen Fan intentionally avoided them. But
this particular rock was too large; he had lost his bearings. So, he could only regretfully retreat
and find someone to help him later.
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On YY Island, in a quiet grove of trees, three small wooden cabins stand side by side.
Outside the window of the cabin on the left stands a voluptuous mature woman wearing a light green halter-neck short dress. The dress hugs her soft, jade-like
buttocks, revealing two shapely, fleshy legs.
Her feet are clad in milky-white 10cm high heels. One hand caresses her large, rounded 36D breasts, while the other secretly
slips under her dress. Her face is flushed crimson, and her alluring eyes seem to overflow with tears, her bright
pupils fixed intently on the scene inside the cabin. Her mouth moves like a stranded fish
, she breathes heavily, and her delicate, high-heeled feet tap incessantly on the wooden floor.
Inside the cabin, Zhang Yan held a DV camera, constantly changing the angle of it towards the wooden bed, making "tsk tsk tsk, tsk
tsk" sounds. On the bed, Liu Yan lay with her legs spread apart, one hand vigorously kneading
her breasts, while the other hand rapidly rubbed two fingers together inside her "white jade tiger" vulva
for Zhang Yan's enjoyment. However, Liu Yan's moans were not soft whispers, but rather lewd and wanton sounds.
"Ah...ah...I can't take it...I'm going to die...die...oh oh oh
...I'm going to kill you...kill you...no...no...I won't...let you go...ah ah
ah..."
Zhang Yan said with a grin, "You can't kill me, and you won't be able to kill me then. Maybe
you'll even thank me, hehehe..."
Liu Yan shook her head frantically, her long, beautiful black hair was already wet, her whole body was covered in lewd sweat
, exuding a faint lewd aura, her snow-white body emitted waves of eerie red light, and she let out
a shrill howl: "I'm going to...I'm going to cum again...oh oh oh...I'm going to die...die...please..."
"…Please…have mercy…have mercy on me…it feels so good…it feels so good…I’m about to cum…"
Zhang Yan watched as Liu Yan had been experiencing intermittent orgasms for ten hours straight. After each orgasm, Zhang Yan
would feed her a semen pill and an aphrodisiac. She shook her head with a sigh, saying, "I can't do that. I'm
just completing the task my little master gave me. If I can't complete it, my little master will be unhappy. You should just
bear with it a little longer!" With that, she put away the DV camera and walked towards the door.
Zhang Yan went outside and chuckled as she looked at Fang Qing, who was lost in self-pleasure by the window. This laughter startled
Fang Qing from her aroused state.
Fang Qing was startled awake by the laughter. Leaning against the wall, she gasped for breath. Watching the wonderful
performance just now, she couldn't suppress the strong excitement deep in her heart. Her whole body felt like it was about to
erupt with magma, and the heat surging through her body made
her breathing even more rapid.
Zhang Yan looked at Fang Qing with amusement, inwardly mocking, "A woman like you doesn't
deserve to share a man with me, Zhang Yan. One day I'll show you what happens when you try to compete with me for a man." However, her face
remained impassive as she said, "Sister Qing, is it really necessary to be so dramatic?"
Fang Qing leaned against the wall, weakly glancing at Zhang Yan, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Yan, you're still a woman
, you wouldn't understand that kind of ecstasy. I've been through it, so the stimulation is much greater. But
Xiao Yan, your self-control is truly remarkable. In such an intense environment, for so long, you haven't suffered a thing."
Zhang Yan smiled proudly, thinking, "How can I, a cultivator
, compare myself to you mortals? Although I haven't reached the Innate Realm and thus can't control every part of my body and nerves, I
'm still far beyond what ordinary people can achieve. Cultivators like my little master, who have already reached the Foundation Establishment stage, know every
part of their bodies intimately and can already control their desires." She said shyly in a low voice, "Maybe it's just
like what Sister Qing said, I don't understand yet!"
Fang Qing leaned against the wall for a while, forcibly expelling Liu Yan's penetratingly lewd voice from her mind, and
said with some worry, "Xiao Yan, won't she be in danger if she continues like this? Do you know that if a person is in
this state of excitement for a long time, I'm afraid she will die from yin deficiency."
Zhang Yan helped Fang Qing look at the lewd scene inside and laughed, "Sister, you can rest assured. Liu Yan's body
is far beyond that of ordinary people. Her body has been strengthened by various drugs and the true essence of the little master over the years
, so there won't be any problems. What we are doing now is to accelerate
the maturation of the 'seed of desire' in her body, using her own lustful power to ignite the 'seed of desire' to achieve the point of rebirth from fire."
Fang Qing looked at Liu Yan inside, who was masturbating and playing with herself like the most lewd and despicable prostitute, and felt a
chill in her heart. She turned her head in confusion and asked, "Why do we do this?"
Chapter 43 The Cunning Zhang
Yan Inside the cabin, Liu Yan lay alone on the wooden bed, enduring the increasingly intense fire of lust burning within her. Thick,
glistening vaginal fluid flowed incessantly from her already swollen and pink vulva. Her slender fingers caressed
her clitoris, probing her tender opening, masturbating passionately, her mouth repeatedly uttering, "Ahhh... I can't take it anymore...
" Tears of extreme pleasure streamed from the corners of her hazy, seductive eyes.
Outside the cabin, Zhang Yan, hearing Fang Qing's question, smiled and explained, "Well, let me give you an analogy.
Liu Yan's body is like a wooden bucket. My master used various methods to make this bucket sturdy and solid.
The moment of rebirth through fire is like reinforcing all the gaps in the bucket. Look around, this white
mist is actually the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. My master set up a massive Nine Palaces Spirit Gathering Array, gathering
the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles. Combined with those spirit stones, this spiritual energy is like water. Then, my master will guide
the water into Liu Yan's bucket, allowing her to achieve my current level in the shortest time."
After saying this, a flash of jealousy crossed her face.
Fang Qing was engrossed in listening and didn't notice anything amiss. After a while, she came to her senses and asked, "
Isn't there any consequence to such a rushed training?"
Zhang Yan shook her head and said, "I don't know either, but since the young master dares to do this, there shouldn't be
any problems, right? With the young master's personality, she would never do anything without being sure." Fang Qing didn't ask any more questions;
she wouldn't understand anyway. The two of them quietly watched Liu Yan, whose beauty exuded boundless debauchery, in the small wooden house.
Before long, Fang Qing couldn't bear it anymore, her right hand... through the light green suspender dress and... Wearing a black lace
bra, she gently kneaded her proudly erect breasts. Her left hand naturally slipped under her short skirt, parting her
black lace thong and pinching her already swollen clitoris with two fingers, quickly rubbing
it. Her expression was captivating: her eyes were glazed, her brows furrowed, her pretty face slightly upturned, her cheeks flushed,
her small mouth slightly open, a row of neat pearly teeth tightly biting her lower lip. Her voluptuous body trembled slightly, and
deep in her throat came muffled moans of "Mmm...mmm...mmm...".
Zhang Yan glanced at Fang Qing's seductive manner, a mocking look flashing across her face. She couldn't understand why Chen Fan
would take in a woman like Fang Qing. Shaking her head, she tried to ignore those messy thoughts and Fang Qing
's self-indulgent masturbation. Turning her head, she stared intently at Liu Yan. Although she had just explained things to Fang Qing, she genuinely
lacked experience in this area and was afraid that if Liu Yan made any mistake, she wouldn't be able to face her young master.
Inside the cabin, on the wooden bed, Liu Yan felt her body growing increasingly excited. The familiar pleasure accumulated
, her hands moved faster, and her moans grew louder. Suddenly, Liu Yan
spread her rounded legs wide, her head against the bed, her slender waist arched, her buttocks raised,
revealing her most private mons pubis. At the same time, she rapidly stimulated her clitoris with her hands. Suddenly, her body trembled, her lower abdomen shook irregularly
, and she let out a loud moan, "Ah…!" Her perfectly delicate feet tensed abruptly, her ten
jewel-like toes suddenly spreading open, proclaiming her pleasure. Her calves twitched, and a gush of clear, viscous
vaginal fluid gushed from her open, pink, swollen vulva.
Watching this recurring scene unfold before her, Zhang Yan suddenly felt a mischievous urge. She pointed, and an invisible
surge of erotic energy shot out, striking Liu Yan
's clitoris, which was even more sensitive due to her orgasm. This blow felt like a fatal blow to Liu Yan; her lingering climax surged again, her body tensing, every
part of her body convulsing, her uterus contracting and expanding, her lower abdomen spasming.
Liu Yan felt waves of pleasure washing over her from all directions, her mind going blank, completely losing
control of her body. She could only cry out, "Waaah...waaah...I can't...hold...it
...no...no...I'm peeing...I'm peeing..."
Streams of clear, viscous fluid shot out from her swollen vulva, while a pale yellow stream,
carrying a faint smell of urine, gushed from her urethra with a "plop, plop" sound.
Looking at the spectacle before her, Fang Qing was overwhelmed by a powerful, obscene panic. Her heavy breathing stopped abruptly,
and an intense passion spread rapidly through her body, surging like electric currents. The
intense itching within her vagina collided, transforming into a surging urge to urinate, which instantly flowed out. Her fingers
stopped twitching, her plump legs clamped tightly together, her body stiffened, and she stood there, her mind completely
blank, utterly immersed in the ultimate pleasure of orgasm.
She didn't know how much time had passed before Fang Qing finally returned to reality from her intoxicated desire, her body collapsing uncontrollably
to the ground. She then felt a slippery, wet sensation beneath her. Zhang Yan stared in disbelief at
Fang Qing sitting in her own vaginal fluids, exuding an aura of lewdness.
Fang Qing finally came to her senses, lowering her head in shame, unable to face Zhang Yan. She truly didn't know
what had happened to her, how such a thing could have occurred.
Zhang Yan called out blankly, "Sister Qing, you..."
Fang Qing suddenly raised her head, her face streaked with tears. She felt utterly ashamed and said sadly, "Xiao Yan,
don't say anything more." She then hurriedly got up and ran back to the small wooden house in the middle.
Watching Fang Qing's disheveled figure, Zhang Yan suddenly remembered something, smiled knowingly, and slipped into
the small wooden house. She saw Liu Yan staring blankly, muttering, "I lost control of my bladder, I lost control of my bladder...
"
Zhang Yan frowned at Liu Yan. Had she gone mad from the shock? She shook her head, patted her forehead, and muttered
, "What am I thinking? Even if she's gone mad, it's just fragmented memories of her primordial spirit. It's easily cured with the methods of a cultivator
." She then inserted the remaining semen into Liu Yan's vagina. The semen transformed into streams of
fluid, nourishing Liu Yan's vital energy. The warm sensation slowly lulled the exhausted Liu Yan into a deep sleep.
Zhang Yan sat cross-legged by the bed, watching Liu Yan's sleeping body, her fair and delicate body shimmering with a red glow,
covered in glistening sweat that soaked the wooden bed beneath her. She frowned, then waved her hand, sending a warm
current of energy out, cleansing Liu Yan's body and dispelling the pleasant, lingering
scent of yin essence in the small wooden house. Liu Yan's body had already been altered by various elixirs and Chen Fan's true essence; her sweat, vaginal fluids, and
saliva were no longer the foul odor of mortals. Of course, the cycle of the five grains was still the same as for mortals; after all, Liu
Yan wasn't yet a cultivator, just like Zhang Yan. Only Foundation Establishment was considered the first step into cultivation.
Zhang Yan dressed Liu Yan and then sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, quietly waiting for Chen Fan's return. Partly,
she wanted to watch over Liu Yan, and partly, she was worried that Fang Qing wouldn't be able to face what had just happened. In truth
, Zhang Yan knew that Fang Qing's actions weren't her true nature. Fang Qing's behavior was partly influenced by Liu Yan's passion,
and partly due to the "seed of desire" within her own body. Fang Qing simply hadn't considered this, so
she felt utterly promiscuous and unable to face Zhang Yan, which was why she ran away.
Meanwhile, Fang Qing sat pale and flustered on the bed, her soft hands trembling uncontrollably.
Her expression shifted constantly—was it anger? Resentment? Hatred? Jealousy? No one knew. Finally, she let out a sigh
, then closed her eyes in shame. At that moment, no one could fathom Fang Qing's inner thoughts.
It took Fang Qing a long time to calm her turbulent heart. She made a decision and then walked with
composed steps towards the small wooden house nearby.
Zhang Yan looked at Fang Qing standing before her with interest, wondering what she wanted. She asked, "Sister Qing, what's
wrong?"
Fang Qing looked up at Zhang Yan and calmly said, "Xiao Yan, I know you don't like me, but
fate is so strange. To tell you the truth, I love Xiao Fan to the core. I want you to forget
what just happened, just pretend nothing happened, okay?"
Zhang Yan instantly understood Fang Qing's intention and teased, "Oh! Is my flirtatious sister afraid that my little master
will find out your true, wanton, and lewd nature and look down on you, right?"
Fang Qing glared at Zhang Yan, a pang of sorrow in her heart, but she was speechless. She had never felt so lost before.
Seeing Fang Qing's expression, Zhang Yan's face suddenly turned cold. She said icily, "I can forget, but
you must leave my little master and never appear before him again."
Hearing this, Fang Qing painfully closed her eyes, two streams of tears flowing down her beautiful face. She said unwillingly:
"Why?"
Zhang Yan laughed wickedly. "You actually have the nerve to ask why? How ridiculous! What kind of
person are you? How could you possibly be worthy of the little master?"
Fang Qing's eyes widened, her pupils shrinking slightly. She thought to herself, "Does she know something? How did she know
?" A blush of embarrassment and anger rose on her face. Pointing at Zhang Yan, she trembled with rage, stammering, "You...you...I...
I..." unable to finish her sentence.
Looking at Fang Qing's expression, Zhang Yan realized she'd gone a bit too far. Her face immediately turned obsequious. She got off the bed
, took Fang Qing's hand, and apologized, "Ah! Sister, don't be angry. I was just joking with you." Holding up
four fingers, she said seriously, "I swear, I was just teasing you, sister." But in her heart, she thought:
"I can't live without you right now, otherwise Liu Yan's anger will all be directed at me. Besides, if Master
knew you were forced away by me, wouldn't he be furious with me? Master is the most important person in the world, so I'm determined
to keep you here. If you wanted to leave, you should have told him yourself. You can't just leave without a word. Do you think Master is
a fool? It's hard for Master to get off this ship!"
Fang Qing stared blankly at Zhang Yan in front of her, her chest heaving violently. She tried to adjust her mindset,
silently repeating, "Don't be angry, don't be angry." A forced smile appeared on her face as she said, "Then thank
you, sister. I'm tired and want to rest for a while."
Zhang Yan looked at Fang Qing's voluptuous body, which was suppressing her anger, as she turned away. A slight smile appeared on her lips as she silently
thought, "Our game has only just begun. We have plenty of time."

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