[Fantasy] Chronicles of the Hehuan Palace (Complete) - 16-18

Young Master 08

turned his shoulder and looked at him earnestly:

"Thanks to the mercy of heaven, I was able to see you again.

"I was swept to the shallows by the water and luckily survived. I thought that since this area is a shallow beach, perhaps you were also swept here by the water. I searched all the way here, and fortunately..."

Qingyang buried his head in his chest, pressing his face tightly against his chest, unwilling to let go of him at all.

"It's too cold at the entrance of the cave. Let's go inside and warm ourselves by the fire." "

Young Master said, leading him inside.

It was pitch black outside; night had fallen, and a torrential downpour was falling. They could only take shelter in the cave for the time being. Qingyang checked the young master's wound and found that the skin on his abdomen was white and peeling from being soaked in water. His heart ached, and his eyes reddened slightly. He quickly tore off a piece of his clothing to re-bandage him. After all that work, the two were hungry and thirsty. The young master had just gone outside to find some wild fruit to eat.

The deeper the night, the colder the cave became. Qingyang hugged his arms; although there was a campfire in front of him, his back still felt cold. Seeing his appearance, the young master said with concern,

"Your outer robe is soaked through. Take it off and put it by the fire to dry, otherwise you might catch a cold tomorrow."

Qingyang did as he was told, but halfway through, he suddenly stopped, his cheeks slightly flushed, and he pulled the robe back up.

"What's wrong?"

He glanced at the young master, then lowered his head again: "

Never mind."

"Catching a cold isn't pleasant, listen to me."

The young master said, reaching out to undress him. Qingyang panicked a little, but couldn't resist his insistence as his outer robe was removed, revealing his inner garment, which clung tightly to his body due to the wetness, exposing his bulging chest.

The young master was caught off guard by his chest and was stunned

. Qingyang felt a little embarrassed and quickly covered his chest with his clothes, moving away awkwardly to the side.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment, filled with an indescribable allure.

In the firelight, the young master's eyes shone as if they were filled with water, sparkling.

"Qingyang..."

The servant trembled slightly upon hearing this.

Seeing this, the young master could only smile bitterly:

"Don't worry, I won't do anything until you forgive me."

Saying this, he handed him an outer robe that had been dried by the fire:

"Change out of your soaking wet clothes and wear this." Qingyang

blushed as he accepted the gift, still somewhat embarrassed. Seeing this, the young master understood and turned away, no longer looking at him. Qingyang turned to look at his back, sighed softly, and quickly untied the damp white veil from his chest, secretly putting it away before draping it over the young master's outer robe.

As night deepened, the two rested. Qingyang huddled on the haystack, his eyes fixed on the flickering flames before him. Water droplets from the cave ceiling fell on him, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"Young master… young master?"

he whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Are you cold?"

The haystack beside him shifted, and the young master's voice held a hint of amusement:

"Do you feel cold?" Qingyang

couldn't help but shrink back.

The young master reached behind his head, encircling him and pulling him close. The warmth spread through Qingyang's body, and the little slave squinted comfortably, instinctively snuggling into his arms and clinging tightly to him.

The two nestled together in the cave, surrounded by the massive, dark stone walls. The bright flames of the campfire flickered, casting huge shadows on the stone pillars.

"Qingyang."

"Hmm?"

"Have you forgiven me?"

Qingyang didn't speak.

The young master turned slightly, turning his shoulder to face him, looking earnestly into his eyes:

"Forgive me, okay?"

Qingyang still didn't speak.

The young master waited for a long, long time, until he almost thought he had fallen asleep, when Qingyang suddenly stirred slightly.

"Qingyang?"

"Hmm."

"What?"

Qingyang grabbed his collar and buried his head in his chest.

"I said 'hmm'."

The young master suddenly tightened his grip, holding him close. Qingyang

nestled in his arms, eyes closed, a peaceful sweetness welling up inside him.

After what had happened, he no longer wanted to dwell on anything; as long as the young master was by his side, that was immense happiness.

The atmosphere was warm and sweet when suddenly a rumbling sound came from the young master's stomach, startling Qingyang.

"Young master..."

By the firelight, he saw the young master awkwardly turn his head away.

"It's nothing," the young master said somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm probably just a little hungry."

Qingyang touched his stomach, remembering that the young master had given him almost all the wild fruit earlier, and felt a pang of shame.

"It's all my fault... just now..."

"Don't talk nonsense." The young master tapped his head: "You'll be fine by tomorrow." "

Then..."

He tried to speak again, but then heard a gurgling sound.

Neither of them spoke.

Qingyang shifted slightly in his arms, accidentally pressing against his chest, and felt a sudden, sharp pain.

Realizing the slight ache in his breasts, a thought snapped in Qingyang's mind. Before, he had been like this... having his clothes lifted by the young master and his breasts suckled.

His face suddenly turned bright red.

A bold idea suddenly rose in his mind, but just thinking about it made Qingyang hesitate immensely, his face as red as a boiled shrimp.

Yet he also wanted to... do something for the young master.

He had almost died saving him today; should he still worry about being ashamed?

Although Qingyang hesitated, he wouldn't drag things out, nor did he like to overthink things. After considering his options for a while, he mustered his courage and reached for the young master's hand.

The young master noticed his movement and asked,

"Qingyang, what's wrong?" The young

servant's face was already flushed. He remained silent, taking the young master's hand and placing it on his chest. Then, he gently pulled open his robe, revealing his bare chest.

The young master watched his movements, his gaze gradually shifting from surprise to contemplation, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Qingyang paused for a long time, his voice trembling with shyness:

"Young...Young Master...I..."

He stammered for a long time, unable to utter such shameful words, finally burying his head deeply.

He couldn't speak, but the young master already understood his meaning.

The young master withdrew his hand from his chest.

"Qingyang, you don't have to wrong yourself like this."

"No, no."

"Really, you don't need to... "

"No, no, I'm willing," Qingyang pressed his hand down, preventing it from leaving his chest, his face burning with shame, repeatedly saying, "I'm willing."

The young master sighed softly,

"Qingyang..."

Before he could finish speaking, the blushing young servant mustered his courage and looked up to kiss him.

The young master was startled, then closed his eyes, content to enjoy the young servant's shy kiss. After the kiss, both of them were a little breathless. The young master carefully rolled Qingyang's clothes up to his shoulders, and by the dim firelight, he could see Qingyang's pair of jade-like breasts. His breathing gradually became heavy.

The round breasts, which had been tightly wrapped in white gauze, were firm yet small, and the skin was crystal clear and white, making Qingyang's breasts look just like those of a young girl who had just come of age.

The young master gently stroked one of the breasts, and when his fingers touched Qingyang's sensitive skin, the young servant felt a shiver run through his body. A tingling sensation swept over him, almost causing him to groan.

The young master's thumb pinched his erect nipple and gently scratched it with his fingernail. The young servant couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

“Young Master…”

Qingyang looked innocently at the somewhat wicked young master, his eyes filled with confusion.

The young master shifted his position, wanting to bring his head closer to his chest, but this movement would inevitably aggravate the wound on his abdomen, and pain appeared between the young master's brows.

He looked at Qingyang and smiled bitterly,

“I’m afraid I’m willing but unable.”

Qingyang’s face turned even redder.

He could only prop himself up on his arms, half-sitting up, slowly moving to a suitable position, and then slowly lowering his body, presenting his chest to the young master.

“Hmm? Young Master?”

Qingyang asked in confusion, the young master in front of him seemed to be in a daze, just staring blankly at his actions.

He naturally had no idea how alluring it was to have his hair down, his body exposed, and to offer his breasts to the man’s mouth.

He urged him for a long time before the young master came back to his senses, his tender, soft nipples exposed to the air, looking exceptionally pitiful. The young master opened his mouth and bit his left breast, eagerly licking the nipple and sucking hard.

Soon, milk was being drawn out by him. The sweet and fragrant milk of the Qilan tribe was carefully taken into the young master's mouth. He savored it for a while before slowly swallowing, and then eagerly began to suckle again. Qingyang bit his lower lip, silently enduring the strange and shameful feeling of being suckled. This scene made him feel ashamed, but deep down he was secretly pleased because he had satisfied the young master.

The young master sucked on his nipple with great force, causing his nipple to sting, but this sting was mixed with a strange tingling and itching sensation, leaving him confused and bewildered.

"Young master, it itches..."

He grabbed the young master's hair lightly, not with any force, as if he were massaging the young master.

While the young master was suckling milk from his left breast, he used his hand to soothe the other neglected breast.

With his rough thumb, the young master pressed against Qingyang's delicate and sensitive pale pink areola, gently caressing it until the originally soft nipple stood erect and hard, its color becoming slightly darker than before.

"Mmm...mmm...young master, be gentle..."

The milk that had accumulated in his breasts for many days was patiently sucked out by the young master, relieving the swelling and pain of the past few days. Qingyang felt very comfortable being sucked, and he moaned repeatedly from the young master's erotic sucking method, even actively arching his chest so that the young master could fully take his nipple into his mouth.

While sucking the milk from his left breast, the young master played with his right breast. He wasn't satisfied with just rubbing Qingyang's right areola with his fingertips, so he spread his palm and cupped his entire right breast, vigorously kneading and pressing the flesh, squeezing the full breast into various shapes. After playing for a while, the young master still wasn't satisfied, so he grabbed his right breast and rubbed it up and down, until Qingyang's whole body couldn't help but sway. Then he released his hand, grasped the swollen nipple, and gently squeezed it towards the center. A stream of white milk spurted from the nipple.

"Young Master!"

Qingyang complained tearfully, but before he could finish his reprimand, the young master stopped suckling, released the nipple, and used his tongue to circle the outer edge of the breast several times, licking its smooth skin with loud smacking sounds, making Qingyang blush. The young master

played for a while before stopping, then went to suckle the right breast, whose nipple had become as hard as a pebble. The air was filled with the aroma of milk. Because of the long accumulation of milk, both breasts were plentiful. The young master suckled for a long time without emptying either breast, so he suckled with great pleasure, occasionally pecking at the nipple, which he had suckled until it was red and glistening, giving it a light bite before taking it back into his mouth to continue nursing.

Qingyang, supporting his slender body, looked down at his breasts being played with by the young master. Although he gritted his teeth in shame, his sensitive breasts were tingling and itchy from his touch, a tingling sensation sweeping through his body, yet he didn't stop him.

As long as he liked it… let him be.

He couldn't give him anything else.

Qingyang thought, when suddenly the young master increased his strength, biting his nipple painfully, then sucking vigorously, drinking his milk with all his might.

Until both breasts were emptied, both were panting, both aroused. Qingyang's sensitive breasts, played with like this, had long been aroused.

"Qingyang." The young master turned his shoulders, bringing him closer.

"Hmm?"

The young master took his hand, guiding it to his burning, protruding lower abdomen.

"Here."

Touching the erection, Qingyang was startled and quickly withdrew his hand, only to have it grabbed by the young master again.

“Qingyang,” the young master said, his breath uneven as he looked at him, his eyes filled with desire, “I want you.”

“…”

“Is that alright?”

The little slave was too shy to speak, only nodding slightly.

“My wound is inconvenient, would you help me today?”

The young master’s demands were becoming increasingly shameless.

Qingyang couldn’t contain his temper and glared at him.

Seeing his expression, the young master couldn’t help but laugh:

“Good boy, put on your outer robe first, don’t get cold.”

Qingyang couldn’t help but be a little confused, staring at him with wide eyes.

The young master spread his arms, gesturing for him to rest his head in the crook of his arm, and seeing his confused look, he smiled:

“I was just joking, if I really did it, you might get cold, so let’s sleep for now.”

He snorted disdainfully, and Qingyang obediently lay down, snuggling into the young master’s warm embrace.

The young master held him close, his voice brimming with barely suppressed laughter:

"Once we get back and healed, I'll make up for all the weight I've gained these past few days."

He wasn't stupid; he knew exactly what the young master meant, and his face flushed crimson, almost burning hot, with white steam rising from his little head.

"Close your eyes and go to sleep," Qingyang said gruffly, "Why so much talk!"

"Haha!"

The young master couldn't help but laugh, ruffling his hair and hugging him tightly.

After returning to the manor, the young master settled Qingyang in his own room and arranged for servants to attend to him, treating him like a wife. Although Master Xuan objected when he learned of this, he couldn't go against the young master's wishes and had to acquiesce. Qingyang was pampered by the young master and didn't hear much criticism.

The young master indeed kept his word, fulfilling his promise made in the cave. Once his abdominal wound had healed slightly, he immediately took Qingyang to the study and enjoyed himself to his heart's content. In the first few days, because the sex was too intense, Qingyang was almost unable to get out of bed. His anus was swollen and painful, and even moving his legs would cause him to tremble with pain. The young master felt sorry for him and finally restrained himself, suppressing the desire that had accumulated over many days.

After being separated for many days, the two reunited and, having just overcome their initial misunderstandings, finally confessed their mutual affection. As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and both being young and vigorous, they were deeply in love. The young master, completely unlike his previous gentle and refined gentlemanly demeanor, became much more vigorous in bed, employing a variety of techniques. Qingyang, under his tutelage, was extremely cooperative, obediently accepting his various bedroom styles. The two were in perfect harmony, enjoying a blissful time together.

"Mmm... ah..."

Qingyang was completely naked, wearing only a short red bodice. The bright red fabric accentuated his snow-white skin, making him appear exceptionally alluring and beautiful. His round, firm, white buttocks were raised high as he knelt on the edge of the bed, his chest pressed against the wooden beam. His full breasts, tightly wrapped in the bodice, revealed two hard nipples that were rubbed back and forth against the beam. Qingyang breathed heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The young master crouched behind him, one hand reaching into his mouth, his index and middle fingers thrusting in and out, making it impossible for him to close his mouth, with glistening saliva constantly dribbling from the corners of his lips. His other hand probed into his anus, his fingers mimicking the thrusting motion of a genital organ, repeatedly stimulating Qingyang's little hole.

Lately, the young master had been coaxing and cajoling him, only allowing him to wear a bodice that partially covered his breasts in bed, nothing else.

"My darling, do your two little mouths feel good being fucked by your husband's fingers?"

With both hands busy, the young master still had the leisure to ask him this. It was unclear when he had learned to say such lewd things in bed, making Qingyang blush. Seeing this, the young master teased him even more, making Qingyang furious but helpless.

The little slave's penis was already erect and hard, with clear nectar flowing from its tip. The nectar had barely begun to flow when the young master wiped it away and placed it inside his anus, calling it "nourishing.

" "Let go... mmm..."

Qingyang managed to utter a few words, but the young master's fingers thrust in again, mercilessly pounding into his mouth.

His anus was being forcefully opened by the young master's hands; four fingers were already inside. The anus was already slippery from the young master's semen and the nectar smeared on Qingyang's penis. The four fingers mischievously stirred and scraped against his tender intestinal walls, creating a lascivious, wet sound.

"Mmm... young master... deeper, deeper..."

Qingyang involuntarily swayed his hips. Although the fingers filled the opening, they weren't thick or long enough to satisfy his desire to be filled even deeper.

"You slutty little thing, don't you think your fingers aren't enough?"

the young master said, feigning anger, and slapped Qingyang's bottom hard. The loud sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room.

Qingyang felt somewhat aggrieved at being spanked for no reason. He tried to move forward, using his hands to brace himself against the wooden pillar, trying to get away from the young master, but was pulled back. Just as he was about to complain, the young master grabbed his hair, forcing him to turn his head to the side. The young master leaned over from behind him, kissing his cheeks and neck all over, leaving a trail of hickeys. His other restless hand then moved to his chest, grabbing one breast through the red bodice and kneading it lovingly.

The sensation of having his breast rubbed through the fabric was very different from usual. The delicate, sensitive skin was rubbed raw by the fabric, and Qingyang's hard nipples were almost chafed. The tingling, numbing sensation made him want to scream.

"Sweetheart, does it feel good?"

The young master's tongue licked around his rounded earlobe, his voice husky, teasing, and erotic.

Qingyang's cheeks flushed red, and he nodded shyly, whispering,

"The other side too..."

The young master kissed the corner of his mouth:

"You're so honest, you don't even know how to play hard to get."

Qingyang immediately became unhappy again. He turned his head and bit the young master's nose.

He didn't bite hard, but the young master jokingly cried out in pain, which startled him. He quickly leaned closer to check, and the young master took the opportunity to kiss his lips, giving this disobedient little rascal a long, deep kiss, kissing him until Qingyang was breathless before stopping.

Just as he came to his senses, the young master grabbed his other breast, kneading both at the same time, rubbing and squeezing them in circles. The kneading brought Qingyang to a state of blissful ecstasy. His undergarment was torn to shreds, even the ties were askew. The kneading squeezed his breasts so hard that milk spurted out, leaving two small wet patches on the nipples covered by the undergarment.

Qingyang, panting heavily, his eyes moist, said,

"Young master, my chest feels uncomfortable.

Can you suckle it for me?" "Will you feed me?"

The young master had a mischievous thought. Ever since that time in the cave, he had always teased Qingyang into feeding him, wanting the little slave to willingly offer his sweet nipples to his mouth.

Qingyang turned to face the young master, about to pinch his nipple and offer it to the young master's mouth, but then he looked at his undergarment and awkwardly reached behind his back to untie the ties so he could expose his nipple to feed the young master.

"No," the young master grabbed his hand, "You're not allowed to take off your undergarment."

Qingyang looked at him, his eyes brimming with tears, confused.

The young master smiled slightly, making Qingyang's heart tremble.

He leaned down, his face close to Qingyang's chest, and reached out to straighten the torn and battered undergarment. Then, he stuck out his tongue and, through the thin fabric, gently licked Qingyang's high, firm breasts.

Qingyang was almost brought to orgasm by his licking; his nipples instantly hardened like pebbles, standing erect.

The young master took one of the erect nipples into his mouth and, through the undergarment, suddenly began to suckle forcefully.

He sucked with great effort, and Qingyang felt a sharp pain in his nipples from the sucking. Through the fabric, he also felt a strange, extremely subtle stinging sensation. That subtle stinging sensation actually stirred a kind of pleasure within him, a mixture of painful pleasure that swept through his entire body. Qingyang's erect penis, aroused by this accumulated pleasure, became incredibly hard. He even reached orgasm simply from the young master's sucking of his breasts, without any other caresses.

Looking at the sheets that he had stained, Qingyang was so ashamed that he couldn't help but cover his eyes.

The young master's attention was entirely focused on sucking on Qingyang's nipples. It was truly difficult to suckle through the bodice, so the young master lost patience. He quickly untied Qingyang's bodice, then bent down and took Qingyang's left breast into his mouth. First, he pulled outwards, stretching the soft flesh until the nipple was deformed, repeating this several times. Then, he used his tongue to lick and suck around the pale areola. Finally, he touched the nipple, his tongue pressing against the milk duct, and sucked out the sweet, delicious milk hidden between Qingyang's breasts.

"Young master... be gentle, my nipples hurt so much..."

Qingyang thrust his chest forward, trying to push the entire nipple into the young master's mouth so he could suckle more freely.

The young master teased his two small breasts repeatedly, sucking until they swelled to the size of peanuts, their breasts covered in his teeth marks and kisses, before stopping.

He loved Qingyang's breasts terribly; he had already emptied them of milk, leaving them covered in kisses, yet it still wasn't enough.

The young master played with Qingyang's breasts, squeezing the flesh together to create an alluring cleavage. His eyes narrowed, his gaze suddenly darkening, and his throbbing member burned even hotter.

"Let's try something new today. Lie down now, and..."

The young master made Qingyang lie down on the bed, then straddled his waist with one leg, arching his back. Using the position of his legs wrapped around Qingyang's body, he guided his erect member towards the alluring cleavage.

The moment the young master's glans touched Qingyang's breasts, Qingyang trembled involuntarily, staring blankly at the young master's bold actions. The young master used one hand to support his penis, and the breasts, previously squeezed together, lost their support, the cleavage disappearing. Seeing this, the young master patted Qingyang's cheek.

"My sweetheart, grab your breasts and squeeze them together, okay?"

"No..." Qingyang turned his face away: "It's so embarrassing..."

"It's not embarrassing. There are only the two of us in this room, only your husband is watching you, okay?"

The young master urged and tempted him repeatedly. Although Qingyang hesitated, he was still coaxed by his sweet words and obediently complied. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind, then stretched out his hands and awkwardly grabbed his breasts, which he rarely touched. He accidentally touched the extremely sensitive nipples and immediately moved them away as if he had been burned. He pushed and grabbed his breast flesh and slowly squeezed it between his breasts.

"My darling is so obedient."

The young master kissed his sweet lips and licked them like honey for a while. Then he straightened up, held his thick and hot genitals, and first used the glans to rub the soft, light red nipples on the snowy peaks. He rubbed around the nipples, and hot liquid kept seeping out of the glans and dripping onto Qingyang's little nipples. The little slave was so comfortable that he kept moaning. He played for a while until both nipples were covered in clear fluid, then pressed his slick penis between Qingyang's breasts, the huge glans slowly pushing forward, smoothly inserting between his soft, tender breasts.

Qingyang was somewhat dazed by the young master's lewd and bold actions. He watched the enormous penis thrusting and penetrating between his breasts, treating his nipples like small vaginal openings, pumping and manipulating them. His tender breasts were rubbed, causing both pain and pleasure. The huge penis thrust rapidly between his breasts, the force increasing... The penis grew larger and larger, repeatedly hitting Qingyang's throat. Her breasts were rubbed until they were red, and milk droplets were even squeezed from her nipples, lingering in her nipples. The young master looked at the little slave beneath him, dazed from being fucked, and thrust his hips even harder, pounding into her breasts. His smooth penis slammed against her breasts from time to time, and his scrotum slapped against her breasts with each thrust. Qingyang's two originally round and snow-white breasts were now red from the young master's rough handling, covered with scratches, kiss marks, and red marks left from the impact of his glans.

After dozens of thrusts, the young master released his hands from his penis and covered Qingyang's hands that were holding his breasts. He grabbed Qingyang's hands, making her hold her breasts even tighter, and kneaded her breasts outwards. Stimulated by this lewd action, Qingyang's eyes turned red, and she moaned loudly.

"Young Master... let go... I can't take it anymore..."

"Faster, too fast... my nipples hurt so much..."

He groaned, but couldn't help but boldly knead his nipples to make himself feel better.

The little penis that had just been released slowly became erect again, even though the young master didn't deliberately caress it. Under the young master's deliberate training, Qingyang could orgasm just from having his sensitive breasts played with.

The young master suddenly increased his strength, grabbing Qingyang's breasts heavily. His thick penis, which was much larger than before, forcefully entered and exited between his breasts, making a crisp sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The young master's breathing became more and more rapid. Qingyang knew that he was about to orgasm, and slightly raised his chest to meet his thrusts.

Suddenly, the young master's penis twitched a few times. He grabbed Qingyang's two small nipples and pulled them outward forcefully. Qingyang shuddered in pain, a shiver running from his nipples throughout his body. It was both excruciatingly painful and incredibly pleasurable. He couldn't help but scream, and thick, milky-white fluid seeped from the tip of his penis. The young master, panting heavily, squeezed Qingyang's breasts together, his penis throbbing a few times, slapping heavily against the slits between his nipples, before ejaculating a thick stream of semen. The thick, milky-white semen sprayed all over Qingyang's breasts, a truly lewd sight.

Qingyang, his eyes blurry with tears, stared blankly at the young master, his wet eyes eliciting pity and tenderness.

The young master evenly smeared the semen between his breasts onto his flesh, paying extra attention to his nipples, before gently massaging his tormented, reddened breasts.

He looked at Qingyang, his eyes full of laughter:

"My darling, I love how you look."

Having just been bullied so badly, Qingyang hugged a nearby pillow and buried his face in it, refusing to acknowledge his young master.

"Qingyang," the young master said, shaking his head deliberately, "You're being disrespectful to your husband; you'll be punished."

The little servant still wouldn't speak, turning to the side and pulling the pillow covering her face even tighter.

Seeing this, the young master lay down as well. Seeing Qingyang's back to him, he smiled, leaned over, and nibbled on his small earlobe:

"Aren't you afraid I'll punish you?"

The little slave shifted, a muffled voice coming from under the pillow:

"Who's afraid of you?"

"Really? Then I won't be polite."

The young master put his arm around Qingyang's shoulder, helping him sit up slightly. Both were lying on their sides, so the young master entered him from the side-back position. He pressed his other hand against Qingyang's hip, his thick penis teasing the entrance for a while before slowly entering Qingyang's wet, slippery hole. He gently pushed his penis to the root, feeling the tightness and warmth of Qingyang's flesh, and couldn't help but sigh with pleasure.

Qingyang shrank back somewhat shyly, his chest grabbed by the young master again, a large hand restlessly kneading his breasts, this time with very gentle force, as if caressing a precious treasure.

The penis smoothly entered his body, and then slowly began to thrust in and out. Qingyang couldn't help but sway his hips gently with the young master's movements. This time, the young master's movements were very careful and gentle, unlike the punishment he had just mentioned.

The large hand that had been caressing his breasts slid down, across his navel, his lower abdomen, gently scratching the pubic hair on his lower abdomen, teasing him with his palm. Qingyang groaned in pleasure.

"Mmm... Young Master..."

"Call me husband."

"..." Qingyang was stunned for a moment, his face slightly red, and obediently called out. "

Husband, touch there. " "

Where?" The young master's hand swept across his groin, rubbing his perineum, teasingly asking:

"Here?"

"No."

Qingyang's face turned red again. He boldly grabbed the young master's hand and placed it on his penis.

"Oh, little thing, you're so energetic again so quickly?"

The young master rubbed his glans, stroking his erect penis, thrusting it against Qingyang's anus with each stroke, making Qingyang groan softly.

"Do you like it when I punish you like this?"

"Mmm..."

Qingyang nodded shyly.

"How about I punish you like this every day?"

"Okay."

The pillow covering his head was removed by the young master, and Qingyang propped himself up and turned to look at him. The other quickly understood and brought his head close to him, enjoying the kiss offered by his little slave.

The young master was always a mix of savage and gentle in bed. When he was being rough, he didn't care about anything, making Qingyang cry and scream, making him almost think he would be fucked to death on the bed, but the pleasure was also extreme, so comfortable that he would forget all shame and scream and groan. But then the young master would become gentle, tender and considerate, just like now, making Qingyang almost forget his previous savagery.

The two moved in rhythm with each other in tacit understanding, and Qingyang felt the young master's gentle and powerful thrusts, his heart filled with sweetness.

"Little thing, are you not concentrating?"

The young master pinched the tip of his nose.

"No, that's not it."

The young master thrust even harder into his anus, his thick penis penetrating deep into his rectum, so deep that only the scrotum remained stuck at the entrance. Then he withdrew the entire length, the enormous glans re-entering the anus, thrusting all the way in. Qingyang was being penetrated in the back hole while his genitals were being played with, the multiple pleasures overlapping, making his whole body feel hot.

"Ah... Young master... it's so deep..."

"So, so good..."

Tears of pleasure welled in Qingyang's eyes. His genitals, soothed by the young master's caresses, swelled considerably. With each thrust, the enormous penis inside him thickened, filling his tight little hole to overflowing.

"Qingyang...Qingyang,"

the young master murmured his name as he fucked him, making Qingyang blush and his body burn with desire. Beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, and even the bed creaked with their movements.

Suddenly, the young master grabbed his hair and breathed hot air into his ear:

"Qingyang, I'll ejaculate all my semen inside you. Will you give me a little baby?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qingyang's ears burned, and he turned his head away.

"I'll water you every day. I don't believe you can't give me a big, fat son." The young master said, thrusting into him even more vigorously, making Qingyang groan.

“No matter what I do… I can’t… give birth…” Qingyang said, then screamed as the young master thrust into him again.

The young master brushed his wet hair back and smiled slightly:

“Then I’ll do it a few more times, until you’re pregnant.”

Before he finished speaking, his little jade pillar trembled a few times, and the glans trembled as it released a few drops of semen. Qingyang’s face flushed red. The young master’s words were too stimulating for him, and he was aroused to ejaculate.

The young master’s handsome face was also flushed, and his breathing was also a little unsteady. He gradually increased the speed and force of his thrusts into Qingyang’s little hole, forcing Qingyang’s body forward again and again, his little penis trembling back and forth with the trembling of his whole body.

He grabbed and kneaded Qingyang’s tender white buttocks, his penis stirring up the little hole and creating lewd watery sounds. His scrotum slapped the entrance of the hole until it was red, and semen kept overflowing from the entrance of the hole, and the penis rubbed out small white foam.

After nearly a hundred thrusts, the young master finally stopped pumping. His huge, hot penis throbbed a few times, and then a large amount of semen gushed from the glans, shooting into Qingyang's passage. The young master's seed was completely swallowed by his little hole.

The pleasure of the young master ejaculating inside him was unparalleled. Qingyang was so happy that he couldn't help but grab his hand, shaking his head and moaning in a daze:

"Young master, it feels so good... Qingyang feels like he's melting..."

Only after all the semen had been injected into his little slave's belly did the young master pull out his penis. The withdrawal caused Qingyang to shudder all over, and a lot of semen overflowed from his little hole, flowing down between Qingyang's buttocks.

The young master turned Qingyang's shoulders, making him face him, and gently kissed his thin red lips, cheeks, and slender neck. Qingyang looked up at him, his heart and eyes filled with sweetness.

To be able to stay with him was truly the greatest blessing.

After their lovemaking, a sweet, languid feeling crept over them. The sky was bright outside; it was already morning. The two lay quietly in each other's arms on the bed.

"Oh, right," the young master suddenly remembered something:

"General Nan returned to the capital yesterday, and tonight the Crown Prince is hosting a welcome banquet for him, inviting you and me. Would you like to go?"

"Invite...me?"

"General Nan wants to see you."

Qingyang's eyes widened, and he quickly nodded:

"Of course I would."

He hadn't had a chance to speak much with Nanyang at the military camp that day; he wanted to properly thank the general for his kindness during those days.

Recalling what happened at the military camp, Qingyang asked softly:

"Then...the general, His Highness the Crown Prince, and the Second Prince...they..."

but hesitated to continue.

The young master put his arm around his shoulder, playing with his fingers, and nodded:

"Their relationship is the same as yours and mine."

A look of surprise appeared on Qingyang's face; he was a little confused, his expression somewhat bewildered.

Seeing his adorable appearance, the young master smiled slightly:

"That's their private matter; you and I don't need to ask."

Qingyang thought for a while, then wrinkled his nose and nodded.

"Are you tired?"

"A little."

"Go to sleep; I'll wake you up later."

"Okay."

Qingyang hugged the young master, closed his eyes, and fell into a sweet sleep.

Outside the window, apricot blossoms were in full bloom, their white and pink petals layered upon each other, swaying gently in the breeze. Swallows under the eaves had changed into their black plumage, chirping melodiously. Qingming Festival had passed, and the warm sunlight shone through the windowpanes; it was still a beautiful spring day. When

Zhong

Qiyuan was born, it caused quite a stir in the cultivation world. After all, a Heavenly Spiritual Root was a

rare talent, appearing only once every hundred years. As one of the four great families in the cultivation world, the Zhong family had never lacked exceptionally talented disciples, but a Heavenly Spiritual Root was the first such talent to appear in the Zhong family's recorded history.

The Zhong family, unwilling to miss this opportunity to make a name for themselves, sent out invitations widely, holding a grand and respectable full-moon banquet for Zhong Qiyuan to announce his possession of a Heavenly Spiritual Root to all cultivation sects and families.

The patriarch of the Zhong family personally carried the chubby little Qiyuan to each table, toasting and receiving a variety of glances from other sects and families—some friendly, some envious, some jealous.

In an instant, Zhong Qiyuan's fame soared.

The entire cultivation world knew that the Zhong family had produced a Heavenly Water Spiritual Root. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Zhong Qiyuan would soon become the Zhong family's second Nascent Soul cultivator. At that time, the Zhong family's strength would increase exponentially.

The various sects and factions also had mixed feelings. The previously relatively balanced situation might change because of a single Heavenly Spiritual Root. Thus, some actively sought to befriend the Zhong family, some withdrew their forces to avoid confrontation, and some secretly plotted against them…

Regardless of the motives of the other sects, Zhong Qiyuan, under the strict protection of the Zhong family, embarked on the path of cultivation.

Time flew by, and everything unfolded as the Zhong family had hoped.

As a prominent cultivation clan, the Zhong family had an introductory academy specifically for teaching the basic Five Elements Daoist techniques. Any clan member found to possess spiritual roots, regardless of their aptitude, had to attend this academy.

The academy not only taught the most basic Five Elements Daoist techniques but also, like ordinary secular schools, taught young clan members to read and write. After all, both cultivation techniques and talismanic formations were profound and obscure; an illiterate person could not possibly achieve great things in cultivation.

Young Qiyuan, as the future hope of the clan, was sent to the academy at the age of three. Most clan members entered the academy for their initial enlightenment around the age of five.

The patriarch of the Zhong family, himself a cultivator with some achievements, understood that the path of cultivation was essentially a continuous process of cleansing and transforming one's marrow, refining one's mortal body into the bones of an immortal. Zhong Qiyuan possessed a Heavenly Spiritual Root, and the earlier he embarked on the path of cultivation, the sooner he could cleanse and transform his marrow through cultivation, the greater the benefit to his future progress.

Therefore, at a young age, carrying the hopes of the entire Zhong family, Zhong Qiyuan entered the world of cultivation before he could even speak fluently.

Zhong Qiyuan did not disappoint his family's expectations, cultivating from the tenth level of Qi Refining to the Great Perfection in just seven years, already ready to attempt the Foundation Establishment stage.

The Heavenly Spiritual Root displayed unique advantages during cultivation; through meditation and breathing exercises, the amount of spiritual energy Zhong Qiyuan absorbed was unparalleled by ordinary cultivators. Because his spiritual root belonged to the water element, his cultivation speed increased exponentially when cultivating in rainy weather or in places with abundant moisture.

Sure enough, after consolidating his Qi Refining Great Perfection realm, Zhong Qiyuan successfully established his Foundation Establishment two years later with almost no bottlenecks, becoming the youngest Foundation Establishment cultivator in the Zhong family.

At 15, three years after successfully establishing his foundation, Zhong Qiyuan advanced from the early to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

At 20, maintaining an astonishingly fast cultivation speed, he broke through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment within five years.

While everyone awaited his next big surprise, he left the cave dwelling specially prepared for him by the Zhong family in the back mountains to see his father.

"You mean your cultivation hasn't improved for two months?" asked Zhong Qiyuan's father, Zhong Tianyou, the current patriarch of the Zhong family.

"Yes, Father." Having cultivated alone since childhood, and given the generally aloof nature of cultivators, Zhong Qiyuan wasn't close to his father. "

Tell me in detail what happened." Zhong's father was unconcerned about his son's indifference. It's said that the Great Dao is ruthless, and Zhong Tianyou himself was also a man of detached emotions. From the moment they embarked on the path of cultivation, they were destined to abandon most of their emotions, as extreme joy or sorrow could easily affect their state of mind and hinder their cultivation.

Therefore, Zhong Qiyuan recounted the unusual situation he had recently encountered during his cultivation. Possessing a water-based celestial spiritual root, Zhong Qiyuan's cultivation had been smooth sailing, with each advancement proceeding effortlessly. However, he hadn't expected to encounter minor bottlenecks, but rather major, seemingly insurmountable ones.

After advancing to the late Foundation Establishment stage, following his usual practice of consolidating his realm, he began attempting to break through to the next stage. However, he soon discovered he had encountered a major problem. He tried to solve it himself, but despite trying every method he knew, the problem persisted. Helpless, he had no choice but to seek help from his father, the current patriarch of the Zhong family.

"All the spiritual energy I've absorbed has dissipated and cannot be condensed in my meridians. My body is like a cup already full of water; I can't add any more, and forcing it in will only cause it to overflow," Zhong Qiyuan described his current situation to his father.

Zhong's father remained silent. He was familiar with his son's situation; he had seen it in many cultivators—a state of reaching the limit of cultivation. But this shouldn't be the case for his son, who possessed a Heavenly Spiritual Root!

The difference between cultivators and ordinary mortals lies in their spiritual roots. They can sense the five elements of heaven and earth and transform this sensed energy into their own cultivation. The type of spiritual root restricts each person's cultivation speed and depth. Those with four spiritual roots, or what's called "pseudo-spiritual roots" or five spiritual roots, experience a chaotic perception of heaven and earth energy due to the mixed nature of their roots, resulting in limited cultivation speed. Without an extraordinary opportunity, even reaching the Foundation Establishment stage is remarkable.

In contrast, there are Heavenly Spiritual Roots. Heavenly Spiritual Roots have a single attribute, allowing them to directly perceive pure energy of the same attribute as themselves, requiring almost no further purification before refining. This is why Heavenly Spiritual Roots cultivate incredibly quickly and rarely encounter bottlenecks.

Zhong Qiyuan's current situation appears to be that of someone who has reached the limit of cultivation.

Such situations are common among low-level cultivators. Limited by their aptitude, these cultivators refine overly chaotic primordial energy, their meridians filled with various unpurified primordial energies. Therefore, their meridians cannot expand properly, and once they reach their limit, they experience a situation like Zhong Qiyuan's—the water overflows when it's full. Once this happens, it proves that the cultivator has reached the end of their cultivation. Unless they encounter another extraordinary opportunity, they will be trapped in this realm, with no hope of further advancement until death.

But such a tragedy shouldn't happen to Zhong Qiyuan! Zhong Qiyuan has always refined the purest water-based cultivation method. To provide him with a better cultivation environment, the Zhong family even specially built him a cave dwelling in the area with the densest water vapor in the back mountain. With such pure water primordial energy to expand his meridians, there's no reason he shouldn't even be able to form a Golden Core!

Something must be wrong! Zhong's father thought to himself.

“Qiyuan, you know you are the first person in our Zhong family to have a Heavenly Spiritual Root. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure how to cultivate a Heavenly Spiritual Root. The cultivation method you’re currently using was passed down from our Zhong family ancestors. Perhaps the method you’re encountering is unsuitable for you. How about this, I’ll go see our ancestor; perhaps he has a solution.” Zhong’s father said.

Zhong Qiyuan nodded; that was all he could do. He had already consulted many of the clan’s records but couldn’t find any information to solve the problem. Now, his only hope lay with their ancestor, who had lived for hundreds of years.

Three

days later, Zhong’s father quietly arrived at Zhong Qiyuan’s cave and spoke privately with his son for over an hour before quietly leaving.

After his father left, Zhong Qiyuan sat in meditation for three days. Everyone knew what he was thinking during those three days. All that was known was that three days later, his servant, Stone, received his instructions: he would be going into seclusion for intensive cultivation, only needing to bring him fresh water and vegetarian fruit every five days.

From then on, Zhong Qiyuan never stepped out of his cave again.

Spring turned to autumn, and two years passed in the blink of an eye.

That day, Stone, as usual, brought his master water and fruit.

"Huh?" The cave door was no longer tightly closed, but only slightly ajar. Stone pushed the door open in confusion, revealing a neat and simple interior, cold and deserted, devoid of any human presence. "Young Master has emerged from seclusion?"

Zhong Qiyuan had indeed emerged, but not triumphantly; rather

, he emerged dejectedly and helplessly. He was now sitting before his father, his face pale.

His father's expression was also grim. He knew that his son sitting before him now meant he had made his choice. He had once thought that with his son's extraordinary talent, he might be able to break through the bottleneck on his own. He hadn't expected that even after two years, his son still hadn't overcome that hurdle.

"Have you thought it through?" Zhong Tianyou sighed, asking helplessly.

Zhong Qiyuan smiled bitterly. Unless he was willing to be trapped in the late Foundation Establishment stage for the rest of his life, he would eventually have to give in. He had already proven over two years that he couldn't break through his current bottleneck on his own.

Two years ago, Zhong's father brought a message from their ancestor. The message stated that some ancient texts recorded the cultivation of Heavenly Spiritual Roots, mentioning cases like Zhong Qiyuan's. Zhong Qiyuan's current situation stemmed from his own spiritual root. A single spiritual root, due to its singular attribute, could perceive the purest elemental energy, allowing for rapid progress in the early stages of cultivation. However, the later stages of cultivation emphasized the unity of the five elements. Because the Heavenly Spiritual Root can only sense the Qi of its own attribute and cannot sense the Qi of the other four elements, its internal True Essence is too singular and does not conform to the law of the unity of the five elements, thus its cultivation stagnates.

To solve this problem, predecessors summarized two methods:

The first method involves a senior member of the sect using their own cultivation to forcibly expand the disciple's meridians to break through the bottleneck, often with the aid of expensive elixirs. While this method is reliable, it has many drawbacks. Because it relies on external force to break through the bottleneck, even if the realm increases, it only has the realm but no real cultivation. If fighting against a cultivator of the same level, death is certain. Moreover, once one has relied on external force to increase their realm, the same method must be used every time to break through bottlenecks and increase their realm. In other words, the initiative for future cultivation is in the hands of someone else.

The second method is much simpler, just two words: dual cultivation. Since the Heavenly Spiritual Root's stagnation is due to its singular attribute, it's easy to solve. Simply find a dual cultivation partner of a different attribute, and during dual cultivation, one can obtain Qi of other attributes! However, this seemingly simple method was not so simple for Zhong Qiyuan.

The Zhong family's cultivation method had very strict requirements regarding virginity. For example, Zhong Qiyuan's father reached the Core Formation stage in his forties, considering himself to have made some progress, before being allowed to marry by the family elders. For someone like Zhong Qiyuan, who had only reached the late Foundation Establishment stage and had already chosen a cultivation partner, although he could temporarily break through the bottleneck, it might lead to an unstable foundation for his future cultivation.

Another problem that troubled Zhong Qiyuan was finding a cultivation partner. In the cultivation world, males naturally outnumbered females, and female cultivators with some cultivation were highly sought after. Moreover, dual cultivation required that the cultivation levels of both parties not differ too much; otherwise, the effect of dual cultivation would be negligible. However, Zhong Qiyuan was born with a water-type Heavenly Spiritual Root, and in terms of cultivation, he had already far surpassed his peers. Now, finding someone of similar cultivation level among his peers was truly difficult.

There were suitable women among his clansmen who were one or even two generations older than him. Although the Zhong family was a cultivation family that had transcended the mortal world, they would never do something as shocking as a junior marrying an elder.

Therefore, taking the path of dual cultivation was also very difficult for Zhong Qiyuan.

But even with the difficulties, he still had to choose the path of dual cultivation.

Otherwise, he would be trapped in his current realm for the rest of his life. As for the choice of a partner—

just as the father and son sat in silence, a gentle voice rang out in the living room.

“Husband, Yuan’er, don’t worry.” A beautiful woman in her thirties walked

gracefully in from outside the door. “Mother.” Zhong Qiyuan stood up and bowed respectfully.

The beautiful woman looked young, but her real age was almost seventy. Cultivators all had the art of preserving their youth. Zhong’s father was over seventy years old, but looked no more than forty. The most terrifying was the Zhong family patriarch, who was almost three hundred years old, but looked like an ordinary sixty-year-old man.

“Yuan’er, I’ve heard about your situation from your father. However, I’ve been in seclusion for the past two years, but I’ve been able to help.” Zhong’s mother spoke slowly and softly, typical of a woman from Jiangnan.

Zhong’s mother turned to Zhong’s father and said, “Husband, I suddenly remembered something that might be helpful to Yuan’er, so I specially came out of seclusion.”

“Please speak, Madam.” Zhong’s father was also curious about his wife’s sudden and solemn departure from seclusion. Unless it was something important, she would not usually interrupt her cultivation to come out of seclusion.

"Hehe, I wonder if my husband still remembers the two seniors who arrived last at Yuan'er's full moon celebration?"

"Yuan'er's full moon celebration? Two seniors?" Father Zhong frowned, recalling.

A moment later...

"Ah—" Father Zhong exclaimed, seemingly remembering something important, "Madam, are you referring to the two seniors from Luzon?"

"That's right. If I'm not mistaken, the two seniors betrothed their disciples to Yuan'er as his partner on the spot, and the Ancestor agreed." Mother Zhong replied with a smile.

"Yes, I remember now, that's indeed true." Father Zhong was overjoyed. If it was those two, Yuan'er's problem would be easily solved.

Those two's disciples must have high cultivation levels and weren't too old, a perfect match for his son. He remembered that those two said their disciples were only six years old. A difference of a few years is almost negligible in the long lifespan of a cultivator. Most importantly, establishing a connection with those two would be a tremendous boon for both the Zhong family and Zhong Qiyuan.

However, "Could it be just a joke by the two elders?" Zhong's father worried.

While Heavenly Spiritual Roots were rare, given their seniority and vision, they wouldn't be so eager to form a marriage alliance with the Zhong family.

"It shouldn't be. Even if it's a joke, for Yuan'er's sake, we should give it a try! My suggestion is that you consult the Ancestor and see what he says. If the Ancestor can intervene, that would be even better." "

That's right. Then I'll go see the Ancestor first." Zhong's father didn't delay and hurriedly left.

With a sigh, Zhong's mother slowly said, "Yuan'er is also curious about what I just told your father, isn't he?"

Zhong Qiyuan nodded. It would be a lie to say he wasn't curious. From his parents' conversation, it seemed he had a wife twenty-two years ago, and that her master was of great renown.

"The year you were born, and it was discovered you possessed a Heavenly Spiritual Root, we were overjoyed. Our ancestor insisted on holding a grand full-moon celebration for you. Many guests came that day; numerous sects sent their elites. It was the first time I'd ever seen so many Core Formation and Nascent Soul cultivators. However, none of them could compare to the two who arrived last."

"Those two renowned seniors were surnamed Lü and Song. I'd heard of their names since I was very young. It's said that no one knows how deep their cultivation is, or how many years they've lived; all that's known is that even Nascent Soul cultivators must show them the respect due to juniors."

Zhong Qiyuan was greatly shocked. Nascent Soul cultivators had to show respect to juniors—just how profound was their cultivation! He now held even Nascent Soul level ancestors in awe.

Mother Zhong continued, "After the two seniors arrived, Senior Lü held you in his arms and examined you carefully. He then said with great pleasure, 'Not bad, not bad, truly a heavenly spiritual root.' Senior Song went even further, saying to the Ancestor, 'We've recently taken on a little disciple, who is six years old this year. I think he's quite a good match for your grandson. How about we arrange a marriage between them? What do you think, fellow Daoist?'"

"Of course, our ancestor readily agreed to befriend these two seniors. The jade dragon pendant you're wearing now was the betrothal token given to you by Senior Lü. However, since then, we haven't heard from them again, and our Zhong family doesn't know if they were sincere or just joking. Now that you're breaking through your bottleneck and need dual cultivation, instead of finding a woman in the family whose cultivation and aptitude are far inferior to yours, why not try to get these two seniors to fulfill their promise? Anyone who catches their eye must have a disciple with decent aptitude."

Zhong Qiyuan lowered his head, stroking the jade dragon pendant at his waist, still pondering his mother's words. He had worn this jade pendant for over twenty years, and this was the first time he had heard that it was a token.

If his mother was telling the truth, if these two seniors really did marry their disciple to him, that would truly be a joyous occasion! He never expected to have a wife with such a background. 03-06

Dual Cultivation 3

Two days later, a streak of blue light streaked across the sky and disappeared into the Zhong family manor.

Those of some standing in the Zhong family would recognize him; he was their patriarch's personal messenger.

In the following days, instructions kept pouring in from the patriarch's courtyard. The entire Zhong family was abuzz with activity.

A grand wedding preparation was underway. Even the lowest-ranking servants knew that the Zhong family's most talented young master would be married in half a month. The bride came from a faraway place and was already on her way; moreover, the bride seemed to be of very high status…

The groom, Zhong Qiyuan, was currently in his cave dwelling, watching his servants transform his simple, plain house into a festive, gaudy red space.

That day, at Zhong's father's request, the patriarch had sent letters to the two elders, and unexpectedly, received a reply agreeing to allow their apprentice to depart immediately to come to the Zhong family for the wedding.

Originally, it was supposed to be the groom going to the bride's house to present betrothal gifts and fetch her

. However, since the other party had already made this arrangement, given their seniority, the ancestor couldn't object and could only instruct the family to make preparations. Zhong Qiyuan was filled with anticipation for his future wife. He wondered what she would look like, what level of cultivation she would reach, and whether she would be easy to get along with.

The days of waiting slowly passed amidst a multitude of questions.

But no matter how much Zhong Qiyuan pondered and made countless assumptions, he never imagined that the wife he had been eagerly awaiting would actually be—

a man!

Cao Pin was also very frustrated!

His two masters told him that when he was young, they had arranged a marriage for him with a young prodigy from the Zhong family, one of the four great clans. A few days ago, the Zhong family sent a letter saying that his fiancé had recently reached a bottleneck in his cultivation and wanted to get married soon, so they were inquiring whether the marriage agreement was still valid.

Both being cultivators, upon hearing the other mention a bottleneck and their eagerness to marry, Cao Pin naturally knew they wanted to break through it through dual cultivation.

After hearing his master's description of the other's situation, Cao Pin was tempted. A Heavenly Spiritual Root! A Heavenly Spiritual Root that was so rare and precious!

Cao Pin had two masters who were like immortals on land, so he never had to worry about cultivation. Whether it was cultivation techniques or daily pills to enhance cultivation, everything he used was top-grade. However,

this smooth cultivation also brought some minor troubles.

In the cultivation world, everyone knew that a cultivator's lifespan was directly proportional to their cultivation level. A Qi Refining cultivator was only twenty or thirty years longer than an ordinary person, a Foundation Establishment cultivator lived to be one hundred and fifty to two hundred years old, and a Core Formation cultivator lived to be two hundred to three hundred years old. The higher the realm, the longer the lifespan.

Cao Pin didn't want to find a partner whose cultivation level was too far apart from his own, lest he be at the peak of his career, only to have his partner die young, which would be a real disappointment.

Master probably considered this when arranging this marriage for him. Only someone with a Heavenly Spiritual Root could rival him in cultivation.

After a brief consideration of the pros and cons, Cao Pin agreed and went to the Zhong family to fetch his bride, following the address given by his master.

Before he left, his second master told him that if he didn't like her, it was fine to cancel. Given their status, even if they broke off the engagement, the other party wouldn't dare say anything.

He smiled but remained silent. Cultivators have all undergone the baptism of heaven and earth's primordial energy; it could be said that their appearances are all outstanding. Moreover, cultivators value cultivation over appearance; as long as the other party's cultivation matches his, he would have no complaints.

But when he arrived at the Zhong family home, travel-worn and sipping fragrant tea, and saw his "bride" walk in from outside, he finally understood the deeper meaning behind his second master's words...

He could disregard beauty or ugliness, height or weight, but he couldn't ignore gender—

no normal man would accept a "wife" of the same gender as himself, and Cao Pin was no exception.

"...Ahem, I think there might be some misunderstanding." Misunderstanding my foot! Those two old geezers clearly knew the other was a man, yet they still arranged this marriage, and without even telling him. Their intentions were obvious. Tsk tsk, look at the Zhong family's festive decorations now, those two old men are really playing a trick on him!

"I think so too!" After a moment of silence, Zhong Qiyuan nodded in agreement. What else could he do? Should he cry, make a scene, or threaten suicide to demand compensation? It would be better to be magnanimous, go along with their tone, and let a simple misunderstanding resolve the awkwardness.

Perhaps not expecting Zhong Qiyuan to be so agreeable, Cao Pin was momentarily taken aback, but he quickly broke into a smile. He loved dealing with intelligent people; they understood immediately.

"This misunderstanding arose because my master was inconsiderate. Before coming here, I heard from my master that you seem to have encountered a bottleneck in your cultivation. I am not particularly talented, but I have some knowledge of unorthodox techniques. Perhaps I could try to help you break through this bottleneck? If I succeed, it would be a small compensation from me. What do you say?"

Zhong Qiyuan's heart stirred. In truth, the path of dual cultivation was ultimately about breaking through bottlenecks.

As long as he could break through his current realm without harming his future cultivation, whether it was dual cultivation or not was unimportant; he only cared about the result. Moreover, he had already used a detection technique to check the other's cultivation level upon entering and was shocked to discover that this young man named Cao Pin had already reached the late stage of Core Formation, a level higher than his father's. And according to the information he had gathered beforehand, the other was only six years older than him.

Zhong Qiyuan had always been proud of his cultivation speed, which far surpassed his peers. He never expected Cao Pin's cultivation speed to be even more astonishing. Zhong Qiyuan wondered if, even if he continued cultivating at his previous speed, he certainly wouldn't reach Cao Pin's current level by the time Cao Pin was his age.

It seemed Cao Pin possessed some ability, after all, he had two unfathomable seniors behind him.

Perhaps he really did have a way to help him break through his bottleneck!

Thinking of this, Zhong Qiyuan's heart burned with excitement.

"Brother Cao, I am extremely grateful for your kindness. Regarding this matter, I still need to discuss it with my father and the elders of the clan. Brother Cao must be tired from the journey, so why don't I arrange accommodation for you to rest first? Once you've rested, we can discuss it in detail!"

Zhong Qiyuan wanted to agree immediately, but considering his status in the clan, he dared not make a decision rashly.

Cao Pin seemed to understand his position and smiled, saying, "Of course, of course, I'll go rest first!" He then went to his room with the maid to rest.

Two days later—

Zhong Qiyuan was awkwardly leading Cao Pin into his cave dwelling.

His cave dwelling was specially built for him by the Zhong family in the back mountain to complement his spiritual root. It had a living room, bedroom, training room, study, and pill room—everything he needed. He usually spent his daily life in this cave dwelling.

Normally, he could accept guests' visits without hesitation, but now he could only smile wryly!

Because of the previous misunderstanding, the Zhong family had expected a grand wedding, so the cave dwelling, as the groom's bridal chamber, was naturally decorated with festive cheer. However, due to the many things that had happened in the past few days, the decorations hadn't been removed yet.

Seeing the "bride" he was supposed to greet looking around at the festive decorations with amusement, Zhong Qiyuan felt a mix of emotions.

"Uh, Brother Cao, let's get started quickly!" Two days ago, after a family meeting, the elders unanimously agreed that Cao Pin could give it a try. Even if he failed, Cao Pin would still owe the Zhong family a favor, which would be a win for the Zhong family.

Fortunately, Cao Pin was sensible and chuckled, nodding in agreement.

But that smile made Zhong Qiyuan blush for no reason; he seemed to sense a subtle teasing undertone.

Entering the training room, the two sat cross-legged facing each other.

Cao Pin had already heard Zhong Qiyuan describe his bottleneck. Although Cao Pin appeared composed in front of the Zhong family, a sudden thought struck him—this was too much of a coincidence!

On the very night he was preparing to leave for the Zhong family, his master had specifically taught him a secret technique.

At the time, he was full of questions about his master's sudden action, but after understanding Zhong Qiyuan's bottleneck, he suddenly realized—this was the purpose of the secret technique!

But why would that old man act this way?

Hmm, those two old men always do things that are completely incomprehensible!

However, Cao Pin still breathed a sigh of relief. Solving Zhong Qiyuan's problem was a relief, otherwise, it could easily leave the possibility of inner demons invading in the future.

"To break through the bottleneck, the fundamental obstacle lies in your single spiritual root. A set of secret techniques taught to me by my master can solve this problem, because this set of secret techniques can change your spiritual root attribute for a period of time." Cao Pin paused, "You have a single water spiritual root. In the Five Elements, water generates wood, and the wood attribute is the most suitable auxiliary attribute! I will use my wood attribute to assist you, so that part of your water spiritual root will be temporarily transformed into a wood spiritual root. With the addition of the wood spiritual root, you can comprehend wood elemental energy. With the wood elemental energy merging with the water elemental energy in your body, you should be able to break through your current bottleneck!"

Zhong Qiyuan was overjoyed upon hearing this. If this technique really had such a miraculous ability to transform spiritual root attributes, then his bottleneck problem would be solved!

He was born with a single spiritual root, and could not sense any spiritual energy other than water, thus he was trapped in his current realm.

In the laws of heaven and earth, the most important thing is the unity of the five elements. If he can modify his spiritual root to have two spiritual roots, even if he can't achieve the unity of all five elements, he can at least achieve the unity of two elements. Once he achieves the unity of two elements, his cultivation will at least increase significantly, and breaking through the bottleneck will be a piece

of cake! "Brother Cao, such a heaven-defying technique will indeed be of immense help to me," Zhong Qiyuan said sincerely.

"Then I will first teach you a set of incantations. After you memorize the incantations, you will practice the technique according to the incantations, and I will assist you at the same time."

Over the next period, Cao Pin taught Zhong Qiyuan the incantations line by line.

Although the incantations were obscure, both of them were exceptionally intelligent, so they finished teaching them in just half an hour. Then, Zhong Qiyuan spent another two hours memorizing the incantations.

"Alright, now you begin to circulate your energy to gather water elemental energy, and I will simultaneously gather wood elemental energy." Seeing that Zhong Qiyuan had memorized the incantations, he waited for Cao Pin's instructions for the next step.

"When the vital energy is at its most concentrated, after you hear my prompt, extend your hands and press them against mine. I will transfer the gathered wood vital energy and a small portion of my wood-attribute true essence to you, and you will also transfer a small portion of your water-attribute true essence to me. This exchange will temporarily change your spiritual root attribute."

Zhong Qiyuan nodded to indicate that he understood.

The two then sat down to meditate and breathe deeply, gathering the vital energy of heaven and earth.

The azure

wood vital energy and the blue water vital energy swirled around Zhong Qiyuan and Cao Pin, like boiling water.

"Now! Quick!" Cao Pin shouted as soon as he sensed the vital energy had reached the required concentration.

Zhong Qiyuan immediately extended his hands and pressed them against Cao Pin's palms.

"Whoosh—"

The moment their palms touched, the surrounding vital energy surged wildly towards the point where their palms met.

Pure wood elemental energy flowed continuously into his left palm, while water elemental energy flowed out from his right. At the dantian where the two energies converged, Zhong Qiyuan could clearly sense the flow of wood elemental energy; his spiritual root attribute was gradually being transformed.

"This is—?" His dantian grew increasingly hot. What had initially been a comfortable, soothing warmth gradually transformed into a scorching heat, strangely spreading to three inches below his navel.

Cao Pin's condition seemed dire as well.

Just as he was about to warn Zhong Qiyuan to be careful, he saw Zhong Qiyuan, who was sitting cross-legged opposite him, suddenly slump and collapse.

Cao Pin was shocked and quickly reached out to support Zhong Qiyuan.

As soon as he caught him, Cao Pin noticed that his body was burning hot, his face flushed, and his clothes were almost soaked with sweat!

“Strange…” Cao Pin murmured. Zhong Qiyuan’s situation was the exact opposite of his. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, while Zhong Qiyuan felt as if he had been put into a furnace. Two extremes, one cold and one hot, how strange!

Could it be that there was something wrong with the incantation?

“Brother Zhong, Brother Zhong—” There was no time to think about whether the incantation was right or wrong. Waking him up was the most important thing now.

Whether it was psychological or something else, Cao Pin suddenly found Zhong Qiyuan’s flushed face very cute, especially his thin lips, which were red and tempting from the steam. He wanted to take a bite.

He couldn’t help but reach out and touch his ripe apple-like face. Mmm—so smooth!

“Hmm…” The cool thing felt so good on his face! Zhong Qiyuan was already delirious from the fever. He half-opened his eyes and fumbled for anything that could cool him down.

Cao Pin's heart skipped a beat. The muffled groan and the half-eaten tongue in his slightly parted lips sent a shiver down his spine, a familiar warmth gathering within him.

Although Cao Pin was still a virgin, he was no stranger to matters of the heart. In his early teens, when his cultivation was still shallow, he too had experienced such arousal. Driven by a thirst for knowledge, he sought answers from his two masters. His

masters then gave him his first lesson unrelated to cultivation, explaining in detail how a boy could progress to manhood, even taking him to observe the mortal world.

But...but to react to a man?

While the cultivation world was rife with female companionship, and many men formed partnerships, it didn't mean he needed a male partner!

The delirious Zhong Qiyuan ignored Cao Pin's inner turmoil, chasing after Cao Pin's hand and clinging to him.

"Hey, you—" He couldn't finish his sentence as Zhong Qiyuan rubbed his cheek against Cao Pin's neck, letting out soft, comfortable sighs.

Hehe, like a puppy…

but this puppy's destructive power is astonishing. Its restless hands are tearing open other people's clothes and groping everywhere, muttering "So hot," looking completely innocent.

Perhaps Zhong Qiyuan infected Cao Pin, but he too began to feel dizzy, feeling the person he was holding was warm and comfortable; those eyebrows, those eyes, just pleasing to the eye.

Touching the restless person's shiny black hair, he received a soft hum from the person, who half-closed their eyes.

That soft hum was like a little claw scratching at his heart, giving Cao Pin an urge to bite it hard, especially those tempting lips.

As if bewitched, he lowered his head and kissed Zhong Qiyuan's lips.

So fragrant… not floral, not fruity, but a unique, refreshing fragrance formed by the rich moisture. Cao Pin had smelled this scent on some water-attribute cultivators, but none as strong as Zhong Qiyuan's, who possessed a single water spiritual root!

The intense fragrance fueled Cao Pin's desire. He parted the other's lips with his tongue, drawing in more of the warm breath, and hooked the other's tongue, sucking on it.

Their tongues touched, sharing a passionate kiss, and Cao Pin felt even more dizzy. He had an urge to tear the other's clothes off completely, to make him cry out beneath him.

Worse still, Zhong Qiyuan showed no sign of danger, instead clinging to Cao Pin like seaweed, emitting sweet, nasal sounds during their kisses.

Cao Pin had lost control. After actually tearing Zhong Qiyuan's clothes, seeing the two trembling, rosy nipples exposed on his pale chest, Cao Pin completely lost control!

With a low growl, he bit down on one nipple, while frantically kneading the other with his fingers.

"Ah...it hurts..."

Zhong Qiyuan's cries of pain received no pity, only more brutal treatment from the man, who even grasped and manipulated his genitals.

"Ugh...it hurts...it's so uncomfortable..." Zhong Qiyuan cried out in pain, yet his body chased after Cao Pin.

It was so hot, so hot, it felt like he was melting; only the person in front of him could cool him down. That person was like a giant block of ice, so cold, he wanted to press his whole body against him.

"Is it that hot? Look, you're sweating here!" A teasing voice rang in his ear, the tip of his penis was being caressed by a thumb, and his earlobe was being bitten.

What...what are you saying? Blinking dully, Zhong Qiyuan's mind was a complete blank, he could only plead in a low voice, "Touch...touch me...it's so hot..."

"So sensitive, you've only been touched a few times and you're already this hard, so good!" Seeing Zhong Qiyuan twisting his waist and pleading, Cao Pin clicked his tongue in praise, "Where else do you want me to touch, hmm?"

"Please...please...ahhh..." Zhong Qiyuan was unable to respond to Cao Pin's wickedness, only pleading repeatedly with tearful eyes.

"Poor thing! Come here, let me rub it for you." He reached down and touched her rear, only to find it already soaking wet.

"Swoosh," a finger easily slipped inside, eliciting a soft gasp from the person beneath him.

Cao Pin couldn't help but exclaim, "Truly exquisite! Soft, wet, slippery, warm, and tight!"

Unable to resist any longer, he parted Zhong Qiyuan's legs, grasped his already erect member, and thrust his hips forward, penetrating him completely.

"Ah..." Both of them shuddered simultaneously, letting out soft gasps.

High temperature and low temperature clashed at their point of contact. The cultivation technique that had stopped when Zhong Qiyuan fainted now resumed its automatic operation within their bodies, and the exchange of spiritual energy, which had been interrupted, resumed. At their point of connection, the water and wood elements of spiritual energy were rapidly exchanging, several times faster than when their palms were merely touching.

Cao Pin stared in disbelief, his mind filled with only one thought: "Damn it, this ridiculous secret technique is actually a dual cultivation technique—

so that's what the phrase 'circulate your energy, then your bodies unite' means!" He had thought it meant their palms were touching!

Dual cultivation techniques all contain aphrodisiac effects, explaining all the strange sensations they had experienced earlier.

As the high temperature subsided, Zhong Qiyuan also regained his senses.

Meeting Zhong Qiyuan's clear, bright eyes, Cao Pin, usually thick-skinned, blushed for once!

His thing was still inside Zhong Qiyuan, and there were still teeth marks and finger marks from his rough handling. This wasn't something that could be dismissed with a simple "misunderstanding."

"Uh, I—"

"It's a problem with the cultivation technique, isn't it!" Zhong Qiyuan wasn't stupid. One person experiencing problems was understandable, but two people experiencing problems was problematic. And the only thing that could cause both of them to be affected simultaneously was that damned cultivation technique.

...

Zhong Qiyuan's calmness only made Cao Pin more frustrated. Didn't he have any emotional fluctuations at all, even when facing someone he was intimately close to?

"Believe it or not, I genuinely didn't know this was a dual cultivation technique."

"I believe you. People with lower cultivation levels benefit more from dual cultivation. Your cultivation is higher than mine, so I obviously benefit more. You have no reason to lie to me."

"Then—" Cao Pin glanced down at their still-connected parts, "What do we do now?"

Zhong Qiyuan's face flushed bright red!

His composure was merely a facade. Having lost his virginity in a daze, and at the hands of a man no less, it was impossible for him not to feel shame and anger. But what was done was done; he wasn't a woman, what could he do? Was he supposed to cry and make a scene demanding the other party take responsibility? From the moment he regained consciousness, the swelling in his lower body constantly reminded him of the fait accompli.

If he could, he wished he could dig a hole and bury himself—

from birth until now, he hadn't exactly lived a life of luxury, but he had grown up surrounded by the love and care of his family, and had never felt so humiliated. Thinking of his grievances, Zhong Qiyuan's eyes reddened.

"Hey, hey, don't cry..." Cao Pin frantically tried to wipe his tears, but her movement caused both of them to stiffen awkwardly.

The situation wasn't suitable for any sudden movements...

Wiping away his tears, Zhong Qiyuan gritted his teeth, "Let's continue!"

"...Are you sure?"

"Or do you have a better way?"

No!

Cao Pin knew Zhong Qiyuan was right. The law of the world is the harmony of Yin and Yang, and all dual cultivation techniques must follow this law. Therefore, dual cultivation techniques only differ in their effectiveness, while the methods of cultivation are the same. Once dual cultivation begins, the entire process must be completed without interruption or cessation. Otherwise, Yin and Yang will not harmonize, causing an imbalance. At best, one will suffer severe injuries from the backlash of the technique; at worst, one will lose their life.

This is why dual cultivation techniques contain aphrodisiac effects, to ensure that both practitioners can fully immerse themselves in the cultivation.

Zhong Qiyuan and Cao Pin both understood this.

For them, the current situation was a one-way street; there was no turning back!

The five

heavyweight elders of the Zhong family gathered in the ancestral courtyard, where they could observe the back mountain where Zhong Qiyuan's cave was located. It was already enveloped in dense blue and white primordial energy.

"Judging from the density of this primordial energy, Yuan'er's Core Formation seems to be progressing smoothly!" one of the elders praised.

“Yes, back when I was forming my core, I couldn’t even condense this much primordial energy. Yuan’er’s Heavenly Spiritual Root is truly amazing.” Another elder nodded in agreement.

The other elders also smiled, full of confidence in Zhong Qiyuan’s successful Core Formation.

Zhong Qiyuan’s father, Zhong Tianyou, was overjoyed. His son was the hope of the family, but he had been unexpectedly trapped at the Foundation Establishment stage. Now that he had successfully formed his core, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.

However, the ancestor standing at the front had no smile on his face, his brows furrowed.

“Ancestor, is there a problem?” Zhong’s father asked suspiciously. Why was the ancestor’s expression so solemn?

“I don’t know. I just feel something’s not right, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.” The ancestor shook his head. “I hope it’s just my imagination!”

If the elders of the Zhong family saw Zhong Qiyuan’s current state, they certainly wouldn’t be smiling, and the ancestor wouldn’t doubt that his feelings were just his imagination!

"Ah...no...don't touch there..."

Zhong Qiyuan, the most prized genius of the Zhong family, spread his legs wide, his crotch being brutally pounded by the man's enormous penis. The large red pillow embroidered with dragons and phoenixes under his waist was already soaked.

For three days, that thing hadn't left his body.

He had long since practiced abstinence from food, able to go ten days or half a month without eating, but not being hungry didn't mean he wasn't tired or in pain. That demon didn't even spare him his rest time.

The most tragic thing was that this dual cultivation technique had a peculiar aspect: for the two people practicing dual cultivation, the other's bodily fluids were the best nourishment. Every time he fainted from exhaustion, he would wake up to find that, nourished by the man's bodily fluids, he not only regained his energy but also slightly improved his cultivation.

This was terrible! If he didn't break through the bottleneck and successfully form his core, wouldn't they be doing it forever?

"Almost there, a nascent core has already formed in your dantian. A few more times and you'll form a golden core." Their bodies were connected, so they could clearly see each other's cultivation levels.

"Huff... It takes three days to form a nascent core... How... how can it be so easy to form a golden core..." Zhong Qiyuan gritted his teeth. If they did it for another three days, he really would die. "Ah... Don't push so deep... Hmm..."

During these three days, while his spiritual root was being transformed, his body was also being transformed. His body became extremely sensitive from the continuous intercourse; even a casual touch from the other person could make his body tremble!

"Squeeze tighter, use your little mouth down there to suck me out, and you'll form your golden core faster!" Cao Pin said lewdly while swaying his hips.

“You… um… bullied… ah…” Zhong Qiyuan’s face was streaked with tears, partly from pleasure and partly from shame and anger. Cao Pin’s words, though vulgar, were true. His essence was now a great tonic for him, not only helping him to transform his spiritual root and accelerate the absorption of wood elemental energy, but also allowing him to directly absorb the spiritual power remaining in his essence, which would help him improve his cultivation.

“Shh, don’t cry, the more you cry, the more excited I get—” Pecking at Zhong Qiyuan’s tears, Cao Pin said something that made people angry.

Zhong Qiyuan was filled with hatred and stretched out his leg to kick him, but— “Um… so deep… no… I, I’m going to come…” The movement of stretching his leg unfortunately buried the weapon inside him even deeper, the huge tip scraping deep into his intestinal wall, causing him to convulse all over, crying out that he was about to ejaculate.

The trembling, pitiful rod was held at the base by a large hand, “Let go… let me come…” He rubbed his knee against the other’s waist in a coquettish manner, expressing his desire to climax.

He leaned in for a deep, almost suffocating kiss, and Cao Pin, his lips still on his lower lip, said, "Wait for me, okay?"

His entire back was numb from his moans, and he obediently opened his body, letting him do as he pleased.

Zhong Qiyuan's obedient behavior clearly pleased Cao Pin, who increased the amplitude of his hip movements, almost breaking free of that ecstasy each time, and each time thrusting deeply to the very bottom.

"Ah...don't...slower..." Zhong Qiyuan begged for mercy, sobbing uncontrollably. He couldn't stand such intense manipulation; the extreme pleasure made his soul almost leave his body.

One hand kneaded Zhong Qiyuan's nipple, while the other hand, holding his penis, stroked it up and down, but his thumb mischievously blocked the tip, preventing him from escaping. He

was going crazy! The other person knew his body better than he did; he was always easily forced to his most vulnerable side.

"Yuanyuan, call me!"

"...Brother, be gentle with me!" Cao Pin liked hearing him call him "brother," it gave him a sense of conquest, and he would get inexplicably excited every time he heard it.

The soft tone sent a shiver down Cao Pin's lower back. After a powerful thrust, he ejaculated deep within Zhong Qiyuan's body.

"Mmm..." The instant the heat surged into his body, Zhong Qiyuan's jade stem, which had been grasped, also received permission and trembled as it shot out.

The essence that had entered his body was almost instantly absorbed. As soon as Cao Pin's wood-attribute essence entered his body, his body, which was in the process of cultivating, immediately responded, rationally allocating the essence, either modifying his spiritual root or absorbing it as a supplement.

In return, Zhong Qiyuan's body would also overflow with a large amount of water elemental energy, enveloping Cao Pin's still-embedded member, which flowed into Cao Pin's body through the opening from which the essence had been released.

All of this was due to the miraculous dual cultivation technique at work.

Cao Pin held Zhong Qiyuan, quietly enjoying this wonderful moment. It was truly subtle, both giving and receiving, even their breathing was synchronized, leaving both of them intoxicated!

No wonder so many cultivators are obsessed with dual cultivation; they can enjoy the pleasures of love while simultaneously improving their cultivation—a win-win situation!

Just then, a strange phenomenon occurred!

The previously quiet surrounding energy suddenly surged violently, gradually forming a massive vortex, with Cao Pin and Zhong Qiyuan at its center.

"Yuanyuan, quick, focus your energy! You're about to form your core!" Upon seeing the celestial phenomenon, Cao Pin immediately realized that Zhong Qiyuan was about to form his core!

He swiftly pulled a red pill the size of a longan from his storage ring, placed it in Zhong Qiyuan's mouth, and patted his back encouragingly, "This pill will greatly help your advancement. Don't worry, I'll be right here with you. You have good aptitude; you'll definitely succeed."

The pill melted instantly in his mouth, releasing a fragrant aroma, clearly containing many rare medicinal herbs.

Zhong Qiyuan felt a warmth in his heart; something warm flowed out from within!

It's said that the Great Dao is ruthless. He began cultivating at the age of three, progressing and advancing alone each time, facing hardship and exhaustion alone. His family wasn't indifferent to him, but their attention was always lukewarm, their conversations brief and brief. No one had ever shown him such tender care and concern.

"Thank you!"

So, the path of cultivation wasn't about abandoning all emotions and desires!

His face flushed, he carefully moved to sit cross-legged in Cao Pin's arms. At this crucial moment of Core Formation, he still needed to rely on Cao Pin's wood-elemental energy, so they had to maintain their physical connection.

He calmed his mind, forgetting himself and the world, and focused entirely on absorbing the primordial energy of heaven and earth to condense his golden core.

A vortex swept through the water and wood-elemental energy within a hundred meters, rushing towards Zhong Qiyuan, flowing into his body through his limbs and meridians.

"Hmm, what is this—?" He turned his head in confusion, looking at Cao Pin. Cao Pin's clone within his body released a considerable amount of viscous substance, filled with pure wood-elemental energy.

Cao Pin helplessly spread his hands. "That's right, you're absorbing my true essence. You're right at the center of this vortex, absorbing all the energy you can. Since we're connected, I'm naturally the first to be affected."

"True...true essence?" Zhong Qiyuan was shocked. True essence was the very foundation of a cultivator, cultivated step by step, unlike spiritual energy, which could be absorbed again from the world. Losing true essence meant starting cultivation all over again, and in the worst case, it could even cause a drop in cultivation level.

He was actually absorbing Cao Pin's true essence!

Unlike the previous exchange of true essence, this time it was a one-sided absorption!

"No, stop it..."

"I can't stop!" His master's secret technique wasn't something he could just stop at will.

"Then I won't form my core, quickly pull that thing out of me!" Zhong Qiyuan was almost in tears. In just a short while, he had already absorbed a significant amount of Cao Pin's true essence!

"Don't mess around! You'd better focus on forming your core, or I'll spank you!" Cao Pin scolded. Forming the core was an opportunity; missing this chance would make it even harder to succeed next time.

"But—"

"Don't worry about me, just focus on forming your core. You forgot you only have a single water elemental root. Your current wood elemental root is only temporary. Once you successfully form your core, the water attribute will absorb the wood attribute portion. At that time, you won't have a wood elemental root anymore, and the remaining wood elemental energy from your core formation will naturally flow back to me!"

Zhong Qiyuan thought about it and realized it made sense! However—"Won't I drain you dry?" Once the cultivation technique started, whether he absorbed anything, and how much, was beyond his control. He absolutely couldn't accidentally drain Cao Pin dry; that would be disastrous!

Cao Pin pinched Zhong Qiyuan's cheek. "If you want to absorb my essence, I welcome you to drain me dry anytime. But as for true essence, you can't drain me dry. At worst, you can absorb all my wood-attribute true essence. I don't only have wood-attribute true essence."

"What? Aren't you a single wood spiritual root?" Shocked, he had always thought Cao Pin was also a heavenly spiritual root.

"Who told you I have a heavenly spiritual root? Okay, we'll talk about this later. Now, you obediently go and form your core. If you delay any longer, this vital energy will dissipate!"

"Are you sure it's okay?" He was still worried.

"Do you want me to swear an oath?" Cao Pin teased him.

Zhong Qiyuan quickly shook his head. A cultivator's oath is binding and is not easily sworn.

After receiving Cao Pin's repeated assurances, Zhong Qiyuan sat cross-legged again and entered a state of complete absorption. After

half a day of dual cultivation

, the vital energy of heaven and earth dissipated.

Zhong's parents, who had been watching closely from a distance, finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Great! Yuan'er has successfully formed his Golden Core!" Zhong's mother exclaimed joyfully.

The Zhong family patriarch, however, remained frowning, muttering to himself, "Strange, strange!"

Regardless of what the patriarch found strange, Zhong Qiyuan had finally formed his Golden Core!

In his dantian, a small, blue bead, about the size of a thumb, condensed in the center. The bead, with its shimmering surface, exuded abundant water spiritual energy. The spiritual energy flowing through his meridians was ten times greater than before, and his connection with heaven and earth was much clearer. No longer needing to recite incantations, a water sphere the size of an egg appeared in his palm with a gentle wave of his hand. While

Zhong Qiyuan was still experiencing the differences between forming the Golden Core and establishing the Foundation, Cao Pin was not feeling so well!

Although only one-fifth of his true essence had been absorbed, the damage to his body wasn't fatal, but the sudden depletion of such a large amount of true essence caused his dantian to throb with pain.

Not wanting Zhong Qiyuan to worry, he said nothing, silently absorbing the spiritual energy that had returned from Zhong Qiyuan and refining it into true essence. This spiritual energy was originally his; he could easily refine it.

"Huh?" Something's not right!

The spiritual energy flowing back from Zhong Qiyuan, besides the wood spiritual energy displaced by the water spiritual root, also carried a large amount of water spiritual energy. Water naturally nourishes wood; the two attributes are inherently interdependent, so the leakage of wood spiritual energy bringing with it water spiritual energy is normal. Zhong Qiyuan condensed a large amount of primordial energy during his Core Formation. After Core Formation, he could absorb most of this primordial energy, but a considerable amount still dissipated back into the world.

At this moment, this dissipated spiritual energy flowed into Cao Pin's body along with the wood spiritual energy.

Before Zhong Qiyuan advanced, the difference in their cultivation levels was too great, resulting in a small amount of water spiritual energy exchanged, which Cao Pin could easily refine.

Now that Zhong Qiyuan has advanced—a leap from Foundation Establishment to Core Formation—the gap between them has narrowed considerably. Consequently, the amount of water spiritual energy flowing back has increased accordingly, making it much harder for Cao Pin to refine!

Originally, due to the significant difference in their cultivation levels, Cao Pin hadn't gained much benefit from dual cultivation. But now things are different. Having obtained so much spiritual energy from a fellow cultivator of the same level, and after refining it, his cultivation level immediately surged.

His original cultivation was already at the peak of the late Core Formation stage, only a step away from forming the Nascent Soul stage. Now, with this surge, he suddenly reached the edge of the Nascent Soul realm.

Oh no!

Normally, advancing to the Nascent Soul stage would make him jump for joy and do a few somersaults, but now is not a good time!

However—

he looked at the re-condensing spiritual energy in mid-air with tears in his eyes. Damn cultivation technique, sensing his impending advancement, it actually summoned spiritual energy on its own!

"What's going on?" Zhong Qiyuan asked in surprise, the thing inside his body suddenly twitching a few times, startling him.

"I think I'm about to advance..." Cao Pin said weakly.

Zhong Qiyuan's eyes widened, he swallowed hard, and stammered, "You...you mean you're going to...form a Nascent Soul?"

His voice trembled when he said the word "Nascent Soul"! "Heavens! A Nascent Soul cultivator! A Nascent Soul cultivator is one of the rarest beings in the world. A family or sect can stand firm as long as they have one Nascent Soul cultivator. This is the realm Zhong Qiyuan has always dreamed of reaching! "

He never imagined he would witness someone actually advancing to the Nascent Soul stage!

Cao Pin nodded with a wry smile, "However, Yuanyuan, there are some things I need to make clear to you. For my advancement to succeed this time, I need your cooperation. I wasn't supposed to advance so quickly. It was after you formed your Core that a large amount of spiritual energy flowed back to me, which greatly increased my cultivation and made advancement possible. Therefore, when I form my Nascent Soul, I will still need you to continue providing a large amount of spiritual energy. You've just successfully formed your Core, and your realm isn't yet consolidated. Asking you to provide a large amount of spiritual energy at this time is too dangerous for you. I can't let you take that risk. I think I'll wait until later—"

*Slap!* Zhong Qiyuan slapped Cao Pin across the face. Although not hard, it was enough to interrupt his infuriating words.

"What did you say when I formed my core? 'If you miss this opportunity, you won't have such a good chance next time.' You said those words yourself, and now I'm returning them to you verbatim. You helped me form my core without a single complaint, so there's no reason for me to be a coward when it's your turn to advance. I, Zhong Qiyuan, am not such an ungrateful person."

Heh heh, I've had three days of pleasure, why would I have any complaints? Cao Pin thought to himself.

But, little Yuanyuan is too cute! How could he say such adorable things!

He grabbed him and kissed him several times, until he was breathless, before letting go.

"Here's a bottle of tonifying and strengthening pills. Take this, and take one as soon as you feel your spiritual energy waning." He pulled a bottle from his ring and handed it to Zhong Qiyuan. "From now on, please guide me, little Yuanyuan! Believe me, you'll be even louder than those three days!"

*Slap!* A slap landed on his other cheek. "Disgusting—"

Countless soybean-sized wisps of spiritual energy condensed above Zhong Qiyuan's cave, then coalesced into clusters of energy, ten times denser than the energy gathered when Zhong Qiyuan formed his core. An invisible spiritual pressure spread across a hundred meters. High-level cultivators fared somewhat better, but lower-level cultivators were even struggling to breathe.

"Nascent Soul formation!? How is this possible!" The Zhong family patriarch looked up at the energy clusters in mid-air, his face filled with shock.

"Ancestor, what's going on?" Zhong Tianyou asked urgently.

"Judging from this aura, it should be that young man named Cao Pin forming his Nascent Soul, but that's impossible. I checked his cultivation level; he hasn't reached the Nascent Soul stage yet... What great opportunity has he had these past few days?" The Zhong family patriarch was also puzzled.

Ten thousand miles away—

a person suddenly looked up in the direction of the Zhong family, "Formed his Nascent Soul?"

"Hmph, brat, your opportunity has arrived. It seems this marriage wasn't in vain!" another person snorted!

Dual Cultivation 7

returned to Zhong Qiyuan and the others.

If he could still speak, he would definitely refute Cao Pin. What do you mean, shouting louder than those three days? Bullshit!

I can't even shout anymore! "Ugh... slow down... ah..." His voice was hoarse, and the part of his body that he was ashamed to speak about was already numb. That tireless thing was still being swung in and out by its owner. If it weren't for the protection of his cultivation technique, he would have fainted countless times already!

"You... you want to, want to kill me... ah..." Another heavy blow, and his erect jade stem trembled as it shot out thin semen.

The white, cloudy semen that Zhong Qiyuan had ejaculated onto his lower abdomen was immediately scraped away by slender fingers, which were then put into a mouth and licked clean as if it were a delicacy.

Zhong Qiyuan watched calmly, without the slightest embarrassment. The same thing had happened repeatedly; he no longer had the energy to be ashamed! When he formed his core, Cao Pin's essence had a great tonic effect on him; now the roles were reversed, and his essence had the same effect on Cao Pin. Cao Pin wouldn't let this tonic pass him by.

After closing his eyes for a moment and refining the absorbed essence, Cao Pin affectionately kissed Zhong Qiyuan's reddened eyes, "You've worked hard! The spiritual energy here in your Zhong family isn't enough; the advancement might take longer than expected!"

Breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage was indeed difficult, but it had been hard on Zhong Qiyuan. Half of his spiritual energy had been absorbed, leaving him listless and looking much worse. Fortunately, his second master's pills had sustained him, preventing him from dropping a cultivation level.

Zhong Qiyuan was frantically consuming pills to replenish his spiritual energy when he heard Cao Pin's words. He huffed, "What nonsense are you spouting? You've absorbed so much of my spiritual energy; if you fail, I'll beat you up!"

Cao Pin chuckled and kissed him a few more times, then remained silent. Some things are best left unsaid; the other person understands.

The two, having rested, resumed their primal carnal battle—

"Ah…don't touch…I can't ejaculate…" His penis trembled, but nothing came out.

Zhong Qiyuan didn't know how much time had passed, nor how many times he had ejaculated. He only knew he was being relentlessly tossed and turned…

Originally, when he cried and begged for mercy, Cao Pin would kiss and touch him to comfort him. But from some point on, Cao Pin's eyes changed; his face became ferocious, as if he had become a completely different person.

Zhong Qiyuan wasn't afraid of Cao Pin's change at all; instead, he was overjoyed. He had read books about Nascent Soul formation, which stated that the most difficult part was overcoming the inner demons. Once the inner demons were overcome, the Nascent Soul would naturally form. Cao Pin's transformation indicated that he had entered the stage of overcoming the inner demons, proving that he had succeeded halfway in forming his Nascent Soul and was only waiting to overcome them.

However, Zhong Qiyuan's joy was short-lived as he was soon plunged into hell. Ugh, this Cao Pin was much more brutal than before—

"No... ah... please..."

Cao Pin seemed not to hear him, grabbing Zhong Qiyuan's ankles and spreading his thighs as wide as possible to expose the cave in his back for easier manipulation. His hips moved rapidly and forcefully, each thrust reaching the deepest point.

" It's so painful! Even though I can't ejaculate anymore, the man still won't let me go. He grips my penis and thrusts it forcefully, trying to squeeze out something more. My nipples are being sucked, and they've already swollen to twice their original size, red and swollen.

" "Ugh... have mercy on me..." His spiritual energy is completely drained, and his body is as broken and mangled as a broken doll. "Cao Pin, wake up... save me..." The person who caused his miserable state is Cao Pin, yet he still begs the culprit for help.

Because he believes—

"Get out—" Cao Pin roars, his body jolting violently. He finally opens his eyes slowly, his body drenched in cold sweat, as if he has experienced something terrible!

In his dantian, a tiny infant, barely an inch tall, is sleeping soundly with its eyes closed. Upon closer inspection, one can see that the infant's face is exactly the same as Cao Pin's.

However, he has no time to care about this nascent soul he has painstakingly formed. His more important treasure is currently unconscious in his arms.

Cao Pin felt his heart breaking. What had he done to Zhong Qiyuan during his inner demon struggle? Why was he covered in wounds, his breath so weak it was barely perceptible? He

carefully withdrew his manhood from Zhong Qiyuan's anus, watching with heartbreaking pain as blood trickled down the opening.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath; this was not the time for self-reproach!

Trembling, he placed his palm on Zhong Qiyuan's dantian. After a long while, tears of relief streamed down Cao Pin's face.

Thank goodness! Thankfully, he had given Zhong Qiyuan the "Heart-Protecting Pill" his second master had prepared; thankfully, Zhong Qiyuan had obediently taken it as instructed; thankfully, he had escaped the inner demon's clutches in time; thankfully, he hadn't needed to absorb a large amount of Zhong Qiyuan's water-attribute true energy; thankfully, heaven had been kind to them…

All these "thankfullys" combined meant the situation wasn't too bad. This allowed Cao Pin's heart, which had been pounding in his chest, to quietly settle.

Zhong Qiyuan is currently unconscious, only due to exhaustion from depleted spiritual energy. His dantian is glowing with a blue inner core, protecting his true essence; he hasn't lost a cultivation level—a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Cao Pin carefully tended to Zhong Qiyuan. His injuries weren't severe; water-based healing techniques healed most of them. The problem lay in his anus; the lacerations couldn't heal quickly even with healing techniques. He could only clean it with a damp cloth and apply the best healing medicine. After dressing

Zhong Qiyuan in clean clothes and giving him a pill, Cao Pin pulled the blanket over them both, intending to get a good night's sleep. His advancement had been too taxing; he desperately needed rest.

As for Zhong Qiyuan, he couldn't be forcibly awakened. His inner core would gradually repair him while he slept, and he would naturally wake up once he was healed!

Meanwhile, the Zhong family members were extremely anxious…? Who cares? Everyone in cultivation knows that if someone is in seclusion, no one outside can barge in, no matter how anxious they are.

I should just take a nap. Hmm, it's so comfortable to sleep with someone in my arms, I don't want to let go!

After

sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Zhong Qiyuan finally woke up.

"Awake? Here, have some water." Someone immediately helped him up and handed him a cup.

He drank a few sips from the person's hand, and his parched throat felt much better. "Tell me, what did you see when you were fighting your inner demons that made you torture me so much?"

Cao Pin loved this side of him; his ears were clearly red with embarrassment, yet he pretended to be aloof.

This person, so aloof and polite at first sight, so stubborn and calm after discovering he had lost his virginity, so affectionate when helping him form his nascent soul, so charming and alluring when deeply immersed in desire… He loved every side of this person!

“Inner demons are truly terrifying.” He sat down and pulled him into his arms. “The more you fear something, the more likely it is to appear. In my inner demons, my spiritual roots were gone, all my power vanished, and even my master abandoned me. I lived like an ant, utterly insignificant, subjected to humiliation and endless scorn. The most terrifying thing is that even you are leaving me. I was furious, thinking that if I locked you up and practiced dual cultivation with you every day until you were exhausted, you wouldn't be able to leave. So—”

“Oh—” He grabbed Cao Pin’s hand and bit his wrist hard, leaving two deep teeth marks. Still not satisfied, he pinched him a few more times. “So your inner demons are trying to kill me like a fish being fried.”

So angry, so angry…

Cao Pin guiltily held out his left hand to Zhong Qiyuan.

What does that mean? Zhong Qiyuan looked at him.

Another bite! Cao Pin silently extended his hand two more inches forward.

Hmph! Zhong Qiyuan turned his head away, "Don't try to play the victim, I'm not falling for that."

"And then?" He'd settle the score later; let him hear the story first.

"Then I heard you calling me, begging me to save you. In my panic, I woke up. I thought everything I did happened while I was trapped in my inner demons, but when I saw you, I knew things were bad! Luckily, you're alright, and your cultivation level hasn't dropped. What would I have done if something had happened to you!" Cao Pin still felt lingering fear as he recalled

the incident. He would never let Zhong Qiyuan face such terrible danger again in his life. Seeing Cao Pin's terrified expression, Zhong Qiyuan softened, reluctantly saying, "Alright, you didn't do it on purpose. I'm perfectly fine now. Let me see your Nascent Soul; I've never seen what it looks like before!"

Cao Pin understood that Zhong Qiyuan was deliberately changing the subject, not wanting him to continue feeling sad. This heartwarming gesture made him smile involuntarily.

“Not yet. The Nascent Soul has just formed and cannot be released outside the body. If you want to see it, use your divine sense here.” He pulled Zhong Qiyuan’s hand and placed it on his dantian.

The dantian is the source of a cultivator’s essence, a vital area that cultivators protect with utmost care. Yet Cao Pin had actually placed Zhong Qiyuan’s hand on it. Now, if Zhong Qiyuan were to exert force from his palm, Cao Pin’s decades of cultivation would be destroyed in an instant.

Zhong Qiyuan smiled knowingly, his divine sense penetrating through his palm into the depths of Cao Pin’s dantian.

“Wow, so cute!” The fair-skinned little baby lay naked in the center of his dantian, enveloped in a five-colored light shield.

Seeing the five-colored light shield, Zhong Qiyuan suddenly remembered something, “What kind of spiritual root do you have?” He had a water spiritual root, so his inner core was a pure aquamarine. This light shield was a blend of five colors—could it be—?

Cao Pin chuckled, "Seeing that light barrier, you still can't guess?"

"How is that possible!?" Zhong Qiyuan exclaimed, completely disbelieving.

Cao Pin rested his head on Zhong Qiyuan's shoulder, tilting his head to leave a string of red marks on his neck. "Most cultivators believe that the Five Elemental Roots are pseudo-elemental roots, uncultivable. Even if they force themselves to cultivate, they can only reach the second or third level of Qi Refining at most. Actually, they are wrong. The Five Elemental Roots and Heavenly Elemental Roots have the same probability of appearing. The Five Elemental Roots are as rare as Heavenly Elemental Roots."

"Really? Then why can't the Five Elemental Roots be cultivated?" He pushed away the large mouth that was biting him. Really, it's not a dog, why does it like to lick and bite everywhere!

The person who was pushed away continued to lean in, only calming down a little after being shouted at, "Speak properly!"

"The reason why people with five spiritual roots cannot cultivate is because they haven't found a suitable cultivation method. As long as the method is right, the cultivation speed of people with five spiritual roots can even surpass that of people with heavenly spiritual roots. My master didn't believe in such superstitions back then and was determined to create a cultivation method suitable for people with five spiritual roots. Heaven rewards those who persevere, and he eventually created the 'Five Spiritual Roots Cultivation Method.' However, people with five spiritual roots are extremely rare. For so many years, he couldn't find a suitable one. They were either too old and missed their chance to cultivate, or they disappeared into the vast sea of people in the mortal world. It wasn't until they accidentally found me that the 'Five Spiritual Roots Cultivation Method' had a successor." Being able to be the disciple of those two was his greatest blessing.

"And now I finally understand why those two old men wanted to betroth you to me. Don't you think that dual cultivation technique is perfect for those with Heavenly Spiritual Roots and Five Spiritual Roots to cultivate together? We're a match made in heaven!" Cao Pin said smugly.

"Get lost—who's your wife!" Zhong Qiyuan roared.

"Hey, Yuanyuan's wife, don't go!" Cao Pin grabbed Zhong Qiyuan. "We've already consummated our marriage, but we haven't drunk the nuptial wine yet. After we drink it, we'll go meet your parents."

He was met with a water ball thrown at him.

In the end, Zhong Qiyuan was forced to drink the nuptial wine. He couldn't help it; he used all his skills but couldn't defeat the man's single finger. Not only was his cultivation level lower, but his magic was also inferior. The man's attacks were all high-level spells, completely suppressing him and even taking advantage of him.

The worst part was that the cave was to be decorated in a festive manner, with dragon and phoenix quilts, love knots, and bright red wedding candles all prepared, which the man jokingly called "everything is ready."

Zhong Qiyuan wanted to cry but had no tears. The cave was decorated for him to get a wife, not for him to "marry" himself off... 03-06

Dual Cultivation 9

Not only Zhong Qiyuan wanted to cry but all the big shots of the Zhong family also wanted to cry!

From the moment Cao Pin and Zhong Qiyuan walked out of the cave hand in hand, their mouths hadn't closed.

Heavens, what on earth was going on? Why, in just over ten days, had their Zhong family's Heavenly Spiritual Root become someone else's wife?

"I don't agree!" Zhong's father slammed his fist on the table and roared.

"Heavenly Blessing!" The Zhong family patriarch shouted, stopping Zhong's father. In the cultivation world, strength is paramount. The person standing before them, though young, was a genuine Nascent Soul cultivator. How could Zhong's father, only at the Core Formation stage

, speak to him in such an attitude! "First, congratulations to young friend Cao on advancing to the Nascent Soul stage. I believe your master will be very pleased. Such a young Nascent Soul cultivator is unheard of in my time," the Zhong family patriarch exclaimed.

Cao Pin stepped forward. "Ancestor—"

The Zhong family patriarch waved his hand, "Young friend, you have advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, and you are now at the same level as me. We can address each other as peers."

Cao Pin shook his head, insisting, "Ancestor, I am not standing here today as a Nascent Soul cultivator. I am here today as Yuan Yuan's partner. I humbly request that you, Ancestor, and all elders, allow Yuan Yuan to become my partner."

The Zhong family patriarch remained silent.

He had long anticipated Cao Pin's request, but it put him in a difficult position. He didn't want to offend a newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivator (especially one with such formidable power), nor did he want the Zhong family to lose a Heavenly Spiritual Root.

"Young friend Cao, you should know Yuan'er's identity. I believe no sect or family would allow their Heavenly Spiritual Root disciple to become someone else's cultivation partner." Zhong Qiyuan was the foundation of the Zhong family's future; he was the most likely candidate for the next Nascent Soul cultivator. How could the Zhong family easily let him go?

"Ancestor, of course I know how important Yuanyuan is to the Zhong family. So, I only ask for your consent to our partnership; I didn't say I wanted Yuanyuan to leave the Zhong family." According to the unwritten rules of the cultivation world, when two cultivators become partners, the one with lower cultivation must leave their original sect and join the sect of the one with higher cultivation. Even if their own sect suffers annihilation in the future, they cannot offer assistance.

Therefore, cultivators with good spiritual roots usually marry disciples of their own sect, as each sect adheres to the principle of keeping the wealth within the family.

Cao Pin understood this, which is why he offered such generous terms. "Sigh, it's all for my wife; consider it a betrothal gift!

" "You mean—?"

"I will bring Yuanyuan back to Ruyi Valley, but Yuanyuan doesn't need to join us. He will remain a member of the Zhong family. In the future, if the Zhong family faces difficulties, Yuanyuan, as a member, can also contribute. Moreover, as long as the patriarch approves, the Zhong family can immediately obtain a Nascent Soul cultivator. As Yuanyuan's partner, I certainly won't stand idly by."

The Zhong family patriarch and several elders exchanged glances. They were all shrewd individuals who had lived for hundreds of years, their calculations of interests more meticulous than anyone else's. In their eyes, as long as the benefits were sufficient, nothing was unforgivable. Their relentless pursuit of Zhong Qiyuan wasn't driven by any deep affection for him; their sole interest lay in his Heavenly Spiritual Root and the benefits it brought to the Zhong family!

Currently, Zhong Qiyuan was only at the Core Formation stage; using a Core Formation member to secure a Nascent Soul cultivator's promise of assistance was a win-win situation for the Zhong family. Moreover, Zhong Qiyuan hadn't left the family; if he were to advance to the Nascent Soul stage in the future, the Zhong family would gain another Nascent Soul cultivator.

The Zhong family patriarch quickly weighed the pros and cons and reached a decision.

"But Yuan'er is our Zhong family's Heavenly Spiritual Root, a fact known throughout the entire cultivation world. If word gets out that he's become a partner with a man, I'm afraid—" The Zhong family patriarch tried to secure a final incentive.

Cao Pin knew the deal was done! He was always generous to his own people, and his wife's family was now one of them, so he waved his hand and said generously, "No problem, reputation is just an external thing. Say whatever you want to the outside world!"

Anyway, not many people knew of his existence; besides his two masters, Yuan Yuan, and the Zhong family members present, it wouldn't affect him no matter what version the Zhong family fabricated.

Three days later, the Zhong family announced that Zhong Qiyuan had successfully formed his core and was traveling with his newlywed wife, who was also at the core formation stage, with no set return date!

The news shook the cultivation world once again. Some were shocked that Zhong Qiyuan had achieved core formation at such a young age, while others were curious about the identity of his core-forming wife…

But that's another story.

At this moment, Zhong Qiyuan and his wife were on their way to Ruyi Valley.

"Reluctant to part?" Cao Pin asked.

Zhong Qiyuan nodded. "After all, they've raised me for so many years. I'm not a plant, how could I not have feelings? Besides, they've really treated me well." He sighed softly. "This is the first time I've ever seen my mother cry. I'm her only child..."

Cao Pin couldn't bear to see his dejected look and gently comforted him, "It's not like we'll never come back. Once you've met my two masters and condensed your Nascent Soul, we can come back to see them anytime."

Zhong Qiyuan chuckled. "You think condensing your Nascent Soul is as simple as drinking water and sleeping? And is Ruyi Valley really as good as you say?"

"Hehe, not to brag, but the spiritual energy concentration of our Ruyi Valley is definitely several times higher than your Zhong family's spiritual vein. Your Zhong family's spiritual vein, sigh..." Cao Pin shook his head, looking disdainful of the Zhong family's spiritual vein.

There are only a few spiritual veins in the world with abundant spiritual energy, and they've long been divided up by the major sects. As one of the four most renowned families in the cultivation world, the Zhong family naturally possessed a superior spiritual vein. However, this spiritual vein, coveted by countless smaller sects, was utterly worthless in Cao Pin's eyes.

"Once you reach Ruyi Valley, you'll see I'm telling the truth. Also, you need to change your cultivation technique; it almost trapped your Heavenly Spiritual Root at the Foundation Establishment stage. Your Zhong family's techniques are really not very good. My master also has a Heavenly Spiritual Root; he'll find you a top-tier technique suitable for you."

In a sense, cultivators are ruthless and heartless; they can sacrifice a great deal for immortality. Although Zhong Qiyuan wasn't that kind of person, he still harbored a deep yearning for immortality.

Cao Pin's bait was too tempting—a spiritual land and a top-tier technique—making it impossible for Zhong Qiyuan to resist. That's why he resolutely decided to leave the Zhong family and go to Ruyi Valley with him.

However, what Zhong Qiyuan didn't say aloud, but Cao Pin knew perfectly well—Zhong Qiyuan had no choice but to go with Cao Pin, because they were already bound together by that dual cultivation technique.

Dual cultivation, as the name suggests, requires two people to cultivate together—

Dual cultivation 10

Cao Pin hadn't expected the journey back to Ruyi Valley to be so treacherous—

with a flick of his wrist, a dozen fist-sized fireballs shot out, instantly melting away the golden shield his opponent had erected. The black-clad man's face showed horror; knowing he was no match, he released a giant golden sword and tried to escape on it.

"Trying to leave now? Don't you think it's too late?" Cao Pin sneered, his figure vanishing in a flash.

The black-clad man sensed danger and pulled out a Swift Wind Talisman, preparing to flee for his life.

"Since you're here, don't leave. Leave your life behind!" Cao Pin appeared behind the man like a ghost, a fiery hand emerging from his back, completely ignoring the man's protective aura, and crushing his heart.

The man screamed, falling from mid-air, and was incinerated to ashes by Cao Pin's casual "Fire Dragon Technique."

The other two men in black in the nearby battle were terrified when they saw their companion vanish in an instant. Their fighting spirit collapsed, and they abandoned their pursuit of Zhong Qiyuan, turning and fleeing.

"Hmph!" A cold snort, like a thunderclap, suddenly rang in their ears, causing them to pause in their flight. In that brief moment, two wooden swords flew towards them. Before they could react, the swords pierced their chests, killing them instantly.

"Which wave is this?" Cao Pin waved his hand, retrieving the wooden swords and releasing a fireball to burn the two corpses.

Zhong Qiyuan, while sorting through his spoils, replied, "Including this one, this is the fourth wave, and each one is more difficult than the last."

Since it was Zhong Qiyuan's first time traveling so far, everything was new and exciting. To accommodate him, Cao Pin wasn't in a hurry, and the two leisurely strolled towards Ruyi Valley, enjoying the scenery.

But not long after, they were ambushed. With their profound skills, the two easily dealt with the attackers. From then on, they were attacked one after another, and each time the attackers were more powerful than the last.

"It's someone from your Zhong family!"

Zhong Qiyuan remained silent. This was an undeniable fact; the assassins knew their situation inside and out. They immediately had someone entangle Cao Pin, and then several of them attacked Zhong Qiyuan, aiming to kill him in one blow.

"Someone doesn't want me to return to the Zhong family alive!" He had long known that his presence was an obstacle to many people, but he hadn't expected that they would be so eager to kill him as soon as he left the Zhong family's sphere of influence.

"Then don't go back. You and I are living a carefree life in Ruyi Valley, and we can't be bothered with all this messy infighting." Cao Pin was dismissive. He despised those who played dirty tricks behind people's backs. If they had the guts, they should come at him directly; whoever had the stronger fist would be the one to listen to him.

Zhong Qiyuan wasn't as carefree as Cao Pin. Born into a large family, he'd been instilled with the idea of prioritizing family interests from a young age. Now, being suddenly hunted down by some members of his own family was something he couldn't accept.

"Don't be sad, let's think about what we should do," Cao Pin said. The approaching group was getting stronger and more numerous. Cao Pin wasn't afraid of himself, but he feared that a moment of carelessness would give their opponents an opportunity to harm Zhong Qiyuan.

"Hmph, since they're so ruthless, I don't need to pretend to be kind anymore. We..." Cao Pin whispered his plan to Cao Pin.

"No, it's too dangerous!" Cao Pin objected. He had sworn never to put Zhong Qiyuan in danger again.

"You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. Don't you want to wipe them all out?"

"Then I'll be the bait!"

"I'm their target!"

"I still disagree, it's too dangerous."

"You..." Zhong Qiyuan was furious. How could this blockhead be so stubborn!

Cao Pin stood side-by-side with Zhong Qiyuan at the very edge of a forest.

“This forest gives me a bad feeling!” Cao Pin said.

“What should we do? If we take a detour, it will take us at least two more months to reach Ruyi Valley. Given our current situation, I’m afraid we won’t last two months.”

Two days ago, they were subjected to a barrage of attacks, with wave after wave of attackers giving them almost no time to breathe. Although Cao Pin’s formidable abilities allowed him to repel the attackers each time, some things, large and small, cannot be replenished quickly after being depleted in battles, such as talismans for defeating enemies, pills for rapidly restoring spiritual energy, and certain powerful but one-time-use weapons.

If they are delayed for another two months, they might not be able to hold on!

Cao Pin pondered for a long time and finally decided, “Let’s take a detour!” Taking a detour might be safer if they are careful, while this forest might be an ambush the moment they step in.

“Haha, too late! Heavenly Gang Formation, activate—” A hoarse voice suddenly came from the forest, stopping Cao Pin and his group from leaving.

Beneath their feet, an intricately patterned magic array was activated, and a thick white mist slowly rose around them, seemingly enveloping them in a tangible form.

"Not good!" Cao Pin cried out. Although the Heavenly Dipper Array was designed to trap the enemy and wouldn't attack those trapped, its effectiveness in confining enemies was extremely high because it was based on the Big Dipper.

The enemy had only activated the array to trap them; it seemed their failure to enter the forest had disrupted their plans, forcing them to temporarily use a small force guarding the forest's edge to trap them. However, if they couldn't escape soon, they would be trapped like turtles in a jar once the enemy's main force arrived.

Thinking of this, Cao Pin took out a bluish-green bead from his storage ring.

"A Heavenly Thunder Bead? Hmph, you think a mere Heavenly Thunder Bead can break the Heavenly Dipper Array? Na?ve!" The hoarse voice seemed to have some discernment, recognizing the bead in Cao Pin's hand.

Cao Pin chuckled, "This isn't a Heavenly Thunder Bead; its power is far greater than a Heavenly Thunder Bead—" He suddenly tossed the bead into the air.

Instantly, a deafening roar of thunder exploded above Cao Pin and his companions, and streaks of bluish-white lightning enveloped the Heavenly Gang Formation.

"Go!" Cao Pin released his flying artifact, grabbed Zhong Qiyuan around the waist, leaped onto the artifact, and transformed into a streak of white light, flashing out from the opening created by the lightning pearl.

The hoarse-voiced group, stunned by the power of Cao Pin's lightning pearl, could only watch helplessly as Cao Pin and Zhong Qiyuan drifted away.

"Senior brother, are we just going to let them go like this?" one of them asked the hoarse-voiced

man. "What else can we do? With our cultivation levels, chasing after them would only mean certain death." The hoarse-voiced man glared, feeling frustrated that his companion had escaped his grasp. "Our martial uncle and the others will be here soon. We'll see what arrangements they make when they arrive!"

Just

a few miles away, Cao Pin lowered his artifact, released a substitute talisman, and had it disguise them as the two of them as they continued flying westward. He then cast an invisibility talisman on himself and Zhong Qiyuan.

"Your rings are truly all-encompassing; there's nothing you can't produce if you can't think of it," Zhong Qiyuan said admiringly after Cao Pin finished everything.

"It's just a pity about that Thunderclap Pearl. I went through so much trouble to get it, and it's the only one I have," Cao Pin said with heartache.

"It's all because of me!" Zhong Qiyuan was almost dying of guilt. Along the way, Cao Pin had lost many of his treasures, magical artifacts, and talismans, many of which were rare high-grade items. On the other hand, he had left the Zhong family with almost nothing except for his natal flying sword and dozens of mid-grade spirit stones.

Now he was a huge burden for Cao Pin.

"Then give me a kiss as payment, Yuanyuan!" Cao Pin grinned and pouted, thinking that Yuanyuan's kiss was much more valuable than the Thunderclap Pearl!

Zhong Qiyuan glanced at him, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and pressed his lips slightly to Cao Pin's.

Cao Pin was overjoyed. Zhong Qiyuan was shy, and it would be harder than climbing to heaven for him to take the initiative. He never expected that by just taking advantage of his guilt, he would actually get Yuan Yuan to take the initiative to kiss him.

Haha, what a windfall!

Cao Pin wouldn't let such a golden opportunity slip by. He opened his mouth wide to welcome the timid, delicate guest in, then closed his lips, trapping the honored guest between his tongue and lips. After licking and sucking the soft guest for a while, he finally let the guest leave, then followed behind, swaggering over to visit.

The wet sounds came from their lips, and the smacking kisses made everyone blush...

"No—" Before falling into the whirlpool of lust, Cao Pin used his last bit of self-control to restrain himself. Now was not the time to pounce on the other person; they had more important things to do.

Since they had practiced the dual cultivation technique, their bodily fluids were the best aphrodisiacs; even the slightest touch could ignite a raging fire. They had been entwining their tongues for so long, exchanging countless drops of saliva!

He, with his higher cultivation, could still maintain a little clarity, but Zhong Qiyuan, whose cultivation was much weaker, was already out of his mind, his face full of lust.

After quickly tidying Zhong Qiyuan's clothes and hair, Cao Pin barely dared to look him in the eye. He'd finally managed to calm his little brother down; a few more glances and he wasn't sure he could quiet him again!

About the time it takes

to drink a cup of tea later, Zhong Qiyuan finally came to his senses, his face flushing red as he recalled his earlier wanton behavior. What embarrassed him even more was Cao Pin's whisper in his ear, "You are my most willing burden; you must never say you're a burden again." The deep affection made him so ashamed he almost wanted to disappear.

However, there was no time to appreciate Zhong Qiyuan's adorable embarrassment—

"They're coming, let's follow them!" Cao Pin said, inwardly lamenting.

In the distance, specks of white light were rapidly flying towards them, passing overhead and chasing after the direction the substitute talisman had gone.

Half an hour after the enemy left, Cao Pin released his flying artifact again, and the two quietly followed behind.

This was the strategy devised by Cao Pin and Zhong Qiyuan.

From the moment they left the Zhong family, they had fallen into the enemy's control. They were in the open, while the enemy remained in the shadows, making them constantly on the defensive.

The enemy spared no effort in attacking them, and even Cao Pin, with his exceptional abilities, couldn't withstand the relentless onslaught!

Besides, neither of them were magnanimous; being chased and attacked without knowing who their attackers were was incredibly frustrating.

Therefore, they decided to go from the open to the shadows, determined to find the mastermind behind it all and avenge their pursuit.

They first feigned an ambush outside the forest, waiting for the enemy to signal for their main force to be mobilized before breaking out. However, after breaking out, they quickly fled in disarray, appearing frightened and pathetic. Their actions gave the enemy the illusion that Cao Pin and his companion were cowardly and dared not confront them directly.

In a battle between the strong, the brave prevail; Cao Pin and his companion's preemptive retreat had already demonstrated their lack of courage, greatly boosting the enemy's confidence. Moreover, with their superior numbers, they were certain they could defeat Cao Pin and his group.

As expected, not long after Cao Pin and his companion left, a large group of enemies pursued them menacingly.

But by then, Cao Pin and his companion had transformed from prey into hunters. "Yuanyuan, what a brilliant plan!" Cao Pin laughed triumphantly, lurking far behind the enemy.

"How long can your invisibility talisman last? Don't let it get discovered halfway through the chase, or all our efforts will be wasted!" Zhong Qiyuan worried about this.

"Don't worry, my invisibility talisman is specially made by me, unlike ordinary talismans. Not only is the invisibility effect excellent, but it can also last for three days. Even my master praised it." Cao Pin was full of confidence in his crafted invisibility talisman.

Zhong Qiyuan was astonished. "You made the talisman yourself?"

He had been taught from a young age to focus solely on cultivation; other skills like crafting artifacts and talismans were only superficially understood. His family would have specialized craftsmen and talisman makers to forge the necessary magical artifacts and talismans for him. The fact

that Cao Pin actually made the talisman himself was truly astonishing.

“My master said that you should make what you use yourself. All my magical artifacts and talismans are crafted by myself, including that Thunderclap Pearl from earlier. My master guided me, and I personally collected heavenly lightning to refine it,” Cao Pin said. “Actually, things you refine yourself are the best, because you know best what kind of effect you want and what kind of attack attribute you need. That way, the things you refine are the most suitable for you.” Zhong Qiyuan was

stunned. This completely overturned his original beliefs! But he also understood that what Cao Pin said was true. His natal flying sword was crafted by the clan's weapon refiner based on his water attribute, but he always had some minor issues with the sword's compatibility, and it wasn't entirely satisfactory. Now, he realized it was because the flying sword wasn't crafted by him personally.

“I was so arrogant before!” Zhong Qiyuan sighed.

He used to only know how to bury himself in cultivation, lacking any practical experience and being unfamiliar with human relationships. Now, stepping out of his home, he realized he was utterly useless.

“How could Yuan Yuan say such a thing about himself!” Cao Pin protested for Zhong Qiyuan. “You’re much better than many cultivators I’ve met. You have good aptitude, you cultivate diligently, and you’re not arrogant. You’re also quick-witted. Look, your brilliant plan fooled them all.” He pointed to the enemies ahead.

Even though he knew Cao Pin was just trying to comfort him, Zhong Qiyuan still felt much better. “Thank you!”

“Don’t think I’m just trying to comfort you. I’m speaking from the heart. Once you’ve seen truly self-deprecating cultivators, you’ll know I’m not lying.”

“Yes, thank you anyway.” Too much gratitude could not be expressed with just “thank you.”

“Oh, Yuan Yuan, I’m so flattered by your kindness!” Cao Pin excitedly rushed forward and hugged Zhong Qiyuan, not caring that they were in mid-air, and started kissing him wildly.

“Hey—ah, we’re going to fall—” The flying artifact wobbled because of their movements, and Zhong Qiyuan screamed and clung tightly to Cao Pin.

The two were playing around, almost forgetting they were following the enemy... The black-clad man in front of

them

was completely unaware they were being followed, and continued chasing after the direction the substitute talisman had flown.

"Huh? Why did the aura suddenly disappear?" The leading black-clad elder stopped, looking puzzled.

He had clearly been following the other party's aura all along, so how could he suddenly lose contact?

"Uncle-Master, why did you stop?" The other black-clad men gathered around, asking curiously.

"The other party's aura has disappeared!" the elder said. "Either they used some kind of secret technique to conceal their aura, or they have a magic weapon that can accelerate them, allowing them to fly quickly and escape my detection range."

"Impossible." One of the black-clad men exclaimed. "If they used such a method, why didn't they use it from the beginning?"

"Hmph, I suspect they have set up an ambush ahead. We can't continue chasing." The elder sneered. This was too abnormal; the aura they had been tracking had disappeared right under their noses.

“But the sect leader ordered—”

“The sect leader ordered us to ambush them in the forest, not to fight them to the death. Don’t forget, they have a Nascent Soul cultivator among them. If we hadn’t brought out the sect’s ‘Soul-Summoning Banners’ this time, the few of us wouldn’t have stood a chance.” The old man said. He was a man of considerable age; even the best rewards were only enjoyed with a life of ease.

They were ordered to ambush in the forest, using the sect’s treasure, the eighteen ‘Soul-Summoning Banners,’ to set up the Soul-Summoning Rakshasa Formation. With eighteen late-Foundation Foundation Establishment cultivators wielding the banners, plus him, a late-Core Formation cultivator, directing the formation from its core, the Soul-Summoning Rakshasa Formation was powerful enough to rival a Nascent Soul cultivator. He only dared to lead his men in pursuit because he had the eighteen ‘Soul-Summoning Banners’ to rely on.

After pondering for a while, the old man decided, “Let’s go back and report to the sect leader first!”

The opponent's aura suddenly vanished. In this bizarre situation, he dared not rashly pursue them. A counterattack from a prepared Nascent Soul cultivator was something he couldn't withstand.

The elder was the most senior, and if he said to retreat, the others weren't fools either. If the strongest Core Formation cultivators retreated, were they, a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators, meant to remain as cannon fodder?

So, the group changed direction and flew away in another direction.

Not far away, Cao Pin and Zhong Qiyuan were overjoyed!

"Success!"

The substitute talisman could only last for one hour; after that, it would spontaneously combust and turn to ashes. If the enemy was tracking the substitute talisman, they would definitely lose track of it after it self-ignited.

As they had expected, the enemy, realizing they had lost the chase, dared not continue and instead turned back. Thus, they only needed to follow behind the enemy to find their lair.

Then—heh heh—

they would just kick down the lair!

Following a group of men in black, after flying for nearly a day, Cao Pin and Zhong Qiyuan finally spotted a small hill several meters high.

To their astonishment, the hill was surrounded by a massive magic array. The faint glow emanating from the array's surface indicated that it was surrounded by numerous restrictions.

The men in black sent out communication talismans from outside the array, and soon a gap, wide enough for two people to pass through, opened in the array, allowing them to enter.

"Something's not right!" Zhong Qiyuan suddenly exclaimed as he watched the men in black enter the array.

Cao Pin blinked in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Who in the Zhong family do you think could set up such a massive array?" Zhong Qiyuan asked.

"You mean—" Cao Pin suddenly realized.

They had previously assumed that those chasing them were from the Zhong family, but now, seeing this massive array, they had to reconsider their identity.

“The Zhong family only has one Nascent Soul cultivator, our ancestor. Below him are nine Core Formation stage elders: three in the late Core Formation stage, four in the mid-Core Formation stage, and two in the early Core Formation stage. In addition, my father is also in the mid-Core Formation stage, making a total of ten Core Formation cultivators. Others, like my mother and several female cultivators, are also in the Core Formation stage, but they are not allowed to interfere in family affairs. I originally suspected the Third Elder. His grandson is two years older than me and has excellent aptitude, possessing dual spiritual roots. If I were to unfortunately perish outside, his grandson would be the best candidate for the next clan leader, so he would have the most reason to kill me,” Zhong Qiyuan analyzed.

He gazed at the grand formation and slowly said, "But I misunderstood him! Although my cultivation is not high, I still have some insight. This grand formation is definitely not something a mere Core Formation elder could have set up. Moreover, looking at that group of men in black just now, the lowest cultivation level among them was late Foundation Establishment. I don't believe that our Zhong family faction has the strength to command more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators at the same time."

In a family or sect, Core Formation cultivators are the main fighting force, Foundation Establishment cultivators are the basic troops, and Qi Refining cultivators are the front-line soldiers. The fact that the opponent used more than ten late Foundation Establishment cultivators at once shows how strong their basic strength is. Zhong Qiyuan asked himself if the Zhong family could have such a large-scale operation even if they used the entire clan's strength!

"But if it's not someone from the Zhong family, who would want to harm you?" Cao Pin was full of questions. The enemy's timing was very precise. They started their attack just as they left the Zhong family's sphere of influence. That's why they suspected it was an internal factional struggle within the Zhong family, which affected Zhong Qiyuan, an innocent bystander.

Zhong Qiyuan was also bewildered. He rarely left the Zhong family compound; how could he have made such a mortal enemy?

"Haha, young friends, why bother guessing? Come in, sit down, have a cup of fragrant tea, and let this old man explain!" A harsh, metallic voice suddenly rang in their ears.

"Not good! It's a Nascent Soul cultivator!" Cao Pin's expression changed drastically. He activated his flying magic weapon, which carried the two of them back several dozen feet, barely dodging the newcomer's thunderous attack.

"Boom!" A series of thunderous explosions echoed from where they had just been.

Zhong Qiyuan gasped. If Cao Pin hadn't reacted quickly, they might have perished.

"Is this how you invite people?" Cao Pin gripped Zhong Qiyuan's hand tightly, speaking coldly.

"Heh, how could such a petty trick harm you, young friend!" the newcomer said casually, completely disregarding Cao Pin's anger. Only then did

Zhong

Qiyuan get a clear look at the newcomer. The man, who appeared to be around fifty years old, was tall, with a gloomy face and a menacing aura, suggesting he cultivated some kind of terrifying demonic art.

"A demonic cultivator!?"

Cao Pin and Zhong Qiyuan exchanged a glance, both sensing the shock in each other's eyes.

The cultivation world was more meticulously divided than the mortal world, concerning the cultivation resources of each sect, and not a single inch could be ceded.

The Huai River served as the boundary, with the righteous and demonic paths clearly separated, each keeping to their own territory. Now, the demonic path had crossed the Huai River, so why was the righteous path completely unaware?

"Young friend Cao, for your master's sake, I can let you go. My target is him," the black-robed man said, pointing at Zhong Qiyuan.

"I don't know where my partner has offended you, sir. I apologize on his behalf. Since you know my master, please show mercy out of respect for him."

"Hmph, young friend Cao, don't be so stubborn. I gave you a chance to leave, but you insisted on staying. If a fight breaks out, it's a matter of life and death. Your master once said at the All-Spirit Assembly that he wouldn't interfere in the struggles between juniors, so your sect's power can't threaten me." The man said with a gloomy face, pointing at Zhong Qiyuan. "As for him, blame it on his Heavenly Spiritual Root. People with such good spiritual roots will pose a threat to the demonic path hundreds of years from now, and they are all people that our demonic path must eliminate."

The man, as if remembering something, suddenly chuckled sinisterly. "Speaking of which, young friend Cao, you're also at fault. If you hadn't said at the Zhong family that he didn't need to join Ruyi Valley, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end. If this young brother had joined Ruyi Valley, even if we had the audacity to do anything, we wouldn't dare touch a hair on his head." Cao

Pin frowned. "Since that's the case, then let's make our move! I would never abandon my partner and run away."

Zhong Qiyuan anxiously tugged at him, but Cao Pin ignored him!

"Very well—I've long wanted to witness the wonders of Ruyi Valley's techniques!" The man's eyes snapped open, radiating a sharp light that seemed to instantly distort the surrounding space.

Cao Pin quickly opened a protective barrier to shield Zhong Qiyuan.

The man opposite him rubbed his hands together, and a black orb the size of a head, as black as ink, appeared in front of him. However, the man didn't attack, and instead rubbed his hands together again, producing another black orb. Repeating this process, the man conjured over a dozen black spheres, densely packed around him.

"Go!" he commanded, his hands forming a hand seal as he pointed at Cao Pin and the others.

Instantly, the black spheres flickered and merged in mid-air, transforming into a black halo about ten feet in diameter, which hurtled towards them.

Zhong Qiyuan's face was pale. He watched the halo hurtling towards them, his body immobilized by the spiritual pressure released by the man, unable to dodge. If Cao Pin hadn't been protecting him, the sheer pressure of the halo would have crushed him to pieces before it even reached them.

In this critical moment, Zhong Qiyuan remained calm, for before him stood a man as steady as a rock.

Cao Pin stretched out his arms, fingers spread, five-colored light emanating from his fingertips, forming a large, multicolored net.

The black halo was caught in the net as it flew towards the two, colliding with a deafening roar.

The entire ground shook violently from the loud noise, and a fierce wind whipped up sand and stones.

Two figures fell to the ground like kites with broken strings.

Watching the two figures plummet from mid-air into the dust, the man's face lit up with smugness. "Hmph, just a newly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator. He's too green to fight me."

The man slowly flew towards where the figures had fallen, to inspect his spoils.

However—

"Puppets!?" The man stared at the two wooden puppets on the ground, his face ashen. Cao Pin and Zhong Qiyuan, who should have been there, were nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it, I was tricked by that brat!" Escaping right under his nose enraged the man. "Everyone, go out and search! We must find them!"

With a roar, figures flew out of the magic array on their magical artifacts, scattering in all directions.

However, the cultivators ordered to pursue them were all astonished. This was the first time they had seen their sect leader suffer such a loss; it seemed the person they were chasing was no ordinary being!

Meanwhile, Cao Pin and Zhong Qiyuan were already more than ten miles away!

"Haha, that old guy's expression when he sees those two wooden figures must be priceless!" Cao Pin sat on his flying magical artifact, imagining the scene and laughing uncontrollably.

Zhong Qiyuan, however, didn't join in the laughter. Instead, he stared at him with a serious expression.

Cao Pin touched his face—nothing was wrong! He asked, puzzled, "Yuanyuan, what's wrong?" His eyes looked strange.

"You're injured, aren't you!" It wasn't a question, but a statement.

Cao Pin chuckled, "Injured? How could that be? I prepared a puppet substitute long ago. That old guy's attacks all landed on the puppet. How could I be injured?" "

Is that so?" Zhong Qiyuan's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and slapped Cao Pin on the back.

With that slap, Cao Pin coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

"Demonic energy has invaded your body, and you call yourself alright?"

Ever since leaving that huge magic array, Zhong Qiyuan had felt a slight tightness in his chest. He initially thought it was because the pressure from the previous battle hadn't dissipated. But as time passed, the tightness in his chest not only didn't disappear, but grew stronger. He secretly examined his body internally, finding no signs of injury!

Just as he was wondering, a thought suddenly struck him: could it be that the injured one wasn't him, but Cao Pin?! They were now practicing dual cultivation together, and perhaps some kind of wondrous connection had formed between their bodies.

Sure enough, upon testing, he discovered that Cao Pin was indeed injured.

"The puppet doppelganger only blocked most of the attacks for you; a small portion still hit you!" How could an attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator be completely negated by a puppet? Besides, Cao Pin had to protect him and block the attacks aimed at him.

If it weren't for this burden, Cao Pin wouldn't need to confront a Nascent Soul cultivator head-on.

"It's really nothing. Demonic energy entering the body is very harmful to your traditional righteous path of cultivating righteous energy, but it's not a big deal for me. I just need to sit quietly for two days to expel the demonic energy."

Zhong Qiyuan carefully examined Cao Pin. His complexion was okay, but his spirit was a little weak. It seemed that his injuries were not too serious, just as he had said.

"Then let's find a secluded place first. You can meditate and recover before we set off!" With a powerful enemy ahead, he dared not let Cao Pin take any risks. It was better to let him rest and recover first.

"I passed by here when I went to your Zhong family. If I remember correctly, if you keep going northwest, there's a small pool there that few people go to. Let's go there!"

"Okay! I'll ride the magic weapon and fly. You rest!" Zhong Qiyuan, understanding that Cao Pin had just gone through a great battle, took the initiative to take over the task of riding the magic weapon.

Hehe, it's so good to have a wife!

Enjoying his wife taking care of him, Cao Pin even rested his head on Zhong Qiyuan's lap.

Zhong Qiyuan called out "Hey!" Seeing the dark circles under Cao Pin's eyes, he gently placed his hand on Cao Pin's head, smoothing his hair, as if to push him away…

Dual Cultivation 14

A pool of water, no more than ten zhang in diameter, was crystal clear. Two-finger-wide silver fish frolicked in the water. A circle of waist-high shrubs surrounded the pool, and scattered around were the footprints of many animals that had come to drink.

"Throw this magic plate into the water!" Cao Pin leaned against a large tree, took out a palm-sized white magic plate from his ring, and handed it to Zhong Qiyuan.

Seeing Cao Pin's lips had turned black, Zhong Qiyuan didn't hesitate and immediately threw the magic plate into the pool.

The magic plate spun silently to the bottom.

It was unclear what Cao Pin had triggered, but the pool suddenly emitted a bright white light, and a pool identical to the original appeared several dozen meters to the left, with the same surrounding scenery. The small hill that had been several dozen meters away appeared here instead.

The pool and the hill had seemingly switched places out of thin air!

"That's enough!" Cao Pin called out weakly.

Two hours ago, Cao Pin's injuries suddenly worsened; large patches of black spots appeared on his body, and his spiritual energy was slowly eroded and diminished by these spots. Cao Pin guessed that his opponent was a cultivator who practiced both poison and demonic arts; his attacks not only caused demonic energy to invade his opponent's body, but also allowed potent poison to enter along with the demonic energy.

Even with Cao Pin's strong physique, he couldn't withstand the simultaneous erosion of demonic energy and poison; in just two hours, nearly half of his spiritual energy had been lost.

"This 'Heaven-Stealing and Sun-Changing Array' is my master's prized array; even Nascent Soul cultivators can't see through it. The drawback is that it consumes too many spirit stones. With the amount of spirit stones we have, this array can only last about three days."

Cao Pin had Zhong Qiyuan help him sit down by the pool and laughed, "Inside the array, our positions are completely reversed compared to those outside. Those outside see only illusions. Here we see water, they see mountains; here we see mountains, they see water. That's why it's called 'Heaven-Stealing and Sun-Changing.'"

Zhong Qiyuan didn't care whether it was "stealing the sky" or "changing the sun"; he was concerned about Cao Pin's injuries. "Can you recover in three days?"

"Well, to be honest, only half. If I hadn't been poisoned, I could have fully recovered in two days, but now the demonic energy and poisonous gas are mixed together, making the situation much more complicated. Fortunately, there's a pool here; the water's energy is very beneficial for healing. Even if I can't fully recover, it will still be of great help."

"Half?" Zhong Qiyuan frowned, his expression worried.

"Don't worry, it's already quite strong for your husband to recover half of his strength. As long as we don't run into a Nascent Soul cultivator like this time, I can definitely protect you." Cao Pin was very confident in his ability to protect his wife. His master had always said that his wife's safety should always be the top priority.

Zhong Qiyuan was afraid of encountering another Nascent Soul cultivator. With such a large force chasing him, the enemy would definitely not give up until they succeeded.

Patting Zhong Qiyuan's hand, Cao Pin said, "Don't think too much. We cultivators must follow the will of Heaven. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's up to fate!"

Zhong Qiyuan suddenly realized. Yes, the more he thought, the more anxious he became. This kind of mentality had already violated the principles of cultivation!

"Then I'll trouble Yuanyuan to protect me for a few days!" After Cao Pin finished speaking, he took off his clothes, and naked, he staggered into the pool.

The water in the pool wasn't very deep, the deepest point only reaching his chest.

Cao Pin formed a hand seal, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and floated in the water, only his head visible.

A moment later, countless black threads were forced from Cao Pin's body. These threads dissolved in the pool water, and within moments, all the silver fish that had been playing in the water turned belly-up.

What a potent poison!

As more and more black threads were expelled, the black aura on Cao Pin's face subsided considerably, but his expression of pain grew increasingly intense, as if he were enduring immense suffering.

The entry of demonic energy into the body has always been a nightmare for cultivators practicing righteous arts. During the process of expelling demonic energy, the slightest carelessness could lead to assimilation by the demonic energy and subsequent demonic possession.

Seeing Cao Pin's pained expression, Zhong Qiyuan made a decision…

"Splash!" A sound of water rang out.

Cao Pin, surprised, was about to open his eyes to see what was going on when a wet, smooth body pressed against him, a voice barely audible, "Didn't you say water elemental energy can help the body recover? I have a water elemental root, so I can help you condense water elemental energy." She let out a low, almost unbearable gasp, "...Let's cultivate together!"

"Yuan Yuan, you—" He was joking. He still had residual demonic energy in his body; how could he dare cultivate with Yuan Yuan? Yuan Yuan was different from him; she practiced the most orthodox Taoist techniques, which were the weakest against demonic energy.

"Yuan Yuan, don't do anything rash!" Cao Pin tried to push the person clinging to him away.

Damn it! He didn't want to be a saint; his wife was already naked, and he was going to push her away with tears in his eyes—

and, little Yuan Yuan, could you please stop moving around…

Cao Pin was met with two cold, thin lips.

A playful tongue slipped between her lips, then retreated like a startled bird.

Cao Pin couldn't resist such provocation. He grabbed Zhong Qiyuan's head to prevent him from dodging and returned the kiss fiercely.

The icy pool water instantly became scorching hot!

A large amount of blue water elemental energy rapidly gathered above the pool, forming a huge cloud. At the center of the cloud, a torrential downpour poured down.

The two in the downpour completely ignored the rain, still treating each other's tongues as the most delicious candy, sucking them with relish. Saliva that couldn't be swallowed slid down their lips and dripped onto the water's surface...

Under the torrential rain, the black aura on Cao Pin's body receded much faster, and the black spots also visibly shrank.

Unfortunately, Zhong Qiyuan was no longer concerned with any of this. He was more concerned with when the hot, hard penis in his hand would enter his body.

This body had tasted the flavors of lust; it knew how to obtain the greatest pleasure.

"Yuanyuan, let go—ah, this won't do—" Cao Pin's heart nearly jumped out of his chest in fright. His partner gripped his enormous member, trying to sit on it. How could his unexplored little hole possibly accommodate such a massive member!

It's over! Cao Pin wailed inwardly. The proactive and passionate Yuanyuan was the most deadly poison, far more potent than that damned demonic cultivator's poison. The demonic cultivator's poison could be expelled through internal energy, but this poison from Zhong Qiyuan had no antidote, and its toxicity was specifically designed to counteract him…

Dual Cultivation 15

"Hot…" Zhong Qiyuan groaned. He was born with a water attribute, and his body temperature was usually low, so he would succumb quickly to lust. Even the slightest flame of desire would burn away his reason.

"Come on, Yuanyuan, let go first, let me do it!" Cao Pin coaxed through gritted teeth. Damn it, who taught his Yuanyuan to touch a man like this? It's practically killing me! The cool hand grasped his massive member and stroked it up and down, the pleasure almost causing him to lose control!

He gently placed Zhong Qiyuan on a relatively flat stone slab by the pool.

His upper body lay on the slab, his lower body submerged in the water; Zhong Qiyuan resembled a mermaid from legend, beautiful and alluring. Especially since he unconsciously rubbed his rosy nipples against the rough stone, softly calling out, "Brother, brother!"

He couldn't take it anymore; his nose was about to bleed!

How could it smell so good!

He smelled that rich, watery fragrance again, the aroma constantly bewitching him, intensifying his desire.

More water energy gathered here, and the downpour grew heavier. Water is the source of all things; it has a natural purifying effect on impurities. All demonic and poisonous energy melted away under the cleansing water, like snow under the scorching sun.

Thanks to the repeated washing of the rain, Cao Pin's demonic energy and poison were almost gone. While the demonic energy had subsided, his lower abdomen grew increasingly hot, and his already hard, iron-like erection throbbed, clamoring for release.

"Yuan Yuan..." He reached out and touched Zhong Qiyuan's crotch; the opening there was soft, ready to be explored.

"It's alright, come in!" Zhong Qiyuan said softly, suppressing his shame.

Cao Pin grasped Zhong Qiyuan's knees, spreading his long legs wide, revealing his small anus.

The pink opening, wet with its owner's arousal, shyly contracted and expanded slightly.

"Boom!" Cao Pin felt his mind explode.

Last time at the Zhong family, both of them had focused on breaking through their bottlenecks and advancing in cultivation. Although they had practiced dual cultivation for several days, they hadn't properly examined each other's bodies.

Cao Pin, a virgin who had only recently lost his virginity, had never seen such a lewd scene before, and was instantly stunned.

Forget about gentleness and tenderness; all that was left was to vanish. He had only one thought: to thrust in, to thrust in hard, to fill this body with his own, to completely possess it.

The massive, heavy blade lightly rubbed against the entrance a few times, then, without pausing, cleaved through the narrow passage, plunging directly into the deepest part.

"Ugh..." Both of them couldn't help but groan.

So good! Only one word remained in Cao Pin's mind: so good!

The massive blade was tightly enveloped by a warm, wet place; the tight, suffocating sensation made his scalp tingle with pleasure!

Zhong Qiyuan, on the other hand, was stunned by the powerful impact. The icy pool water mixed with the fiery penis entered his body; the double impact of ice and fire made even his soul tremble!

The feeling couldn't be simply described as pain or pleasure; the soul-stirring sensation sent a chill down Zhong Qiyuan's spine!

Tears suddenly streamed down his face uncontrollably—

"Did I hurt you? Why are you crying like this?" Cao Pin was confused. Why was he crying so hard, almost like Meng Jiangnu! Was he really that rough? Hmm—it seemed he really was a little rough!

With teary eyes, Zhong Qiyuan sobbed, "I...I didn't want to cry, uh...the tears just came down on their own!" As soon as that thing entered, his body reacted on its own.

"Oh—" Cao Pin suddenly realized, "You're crying tears of joy because you love my big one so much—ah, why are you biting me!"

Two rows of clear teeth marks on his shoulder, deep enough to draw blood! Zhong Qiyuan didn't hold back at all.

"My dear wife, I know you want it. It's my fault for not satisfying you, but you can't bite! Come, come, your husband will give it to you right now, I promise to satisfy you completely!"

This time, he was met with an iron fist!

"If you're going to do it, do it now!" Zhong Qiyuan's face was flushed red, not from embarrassment, but from anger. What kind of time was this? With enemies all around, he still had the mind to be so glib? He should be absorbing vital energy to restore his spiritual energy!

Cao Pin's expression turned serious. "Yuanyuan, dual cultivation is a sacred thing. I don't want it to become just simple complementary cultivation. If that's the case, then finding a furnace is enough! But I don't want that. I want our union to be primarily a harmony of body and mind; all other cultivation is secondary."

"So—" he chuckled, "So I think we should enhance our intimacy and not always think about cultivation, right, my wife!"

Zhong Qiyuan, who had just been moved to tears, was so angry he almost choked. So, lewd words were considered "fun"? Although he came from a prominent family, he wasn't ignorant; he could distinguish between bedroom pleasures and vulgarity.

"Then how about I, like those courtesans, sway my hips and shake my buttocks?" Zhong Qiyuan scoffed.

When it came to shamelessness, ten Zhong Qiyuans couldn't match one Cao Pin. Ignoring Zhong Qiyuan's cold face, he shamelessly said, "If my wife is willing, I certainly won't mind your wanton behavior."

Zhong Qiyuan laughed in exasperation.

"This humble one is mediocre and cannot meet Senior Cao's requirements. Senior should find a beautiful and charming vessel; I believe your bedroom pleasures will be much more interesting then! Judging from your complexion, you seem to be almost better off. It seems you don't need this humble one anymore. This humble one will take his leave!"

He pushed Cao Pin aside and tried to climb ashore.

Note: "Furnace" generally refers to female cultivators used by powerful male cultivators to absorb yin energy and replenish yang. These female cultivators have low status, and their existence is only for male cultivators to absorb yin energy to improve their power.

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