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Chapter 114 Clouds and Rain

"Originally descended from the heavens, she manifested as an unparalleled beauty. She covered her withered bones with rouge and powder, and wove a net of lust and desire. She disturbed the mind of the Way invisibly and destroyed enlightenment in an instant. Those who are deluded will fall into the abyss of eternal darkness, and those who see through her illusion will find only a mirage."

The body of the Lonely Moon Immortal trembled slightly as she read the incomplete scroll of the "Supreme Demon Subduing Scripture: Chapter on Free Transformation." However, the excitement that could drive any Foundation Establishment cultivator mad only lingered in her cold eyes for a few breaths before she suppressed it with her extremely strong Dao heart.

She knew better than anyone that this was not the time for celebration.

The self-destruction of the Foundation Establishment stage by the Green-Faced Ghost just now was too commotion-inducing. The sky-piercing blood light and the destructive Yin Sha storm will surely attract the attention of countless interested people inside and outside Lin Yuan Mansion.

Even if Tiger Hill is hidden deep in the mountains, it's hard to guarantee that other people with ulterior motives won't follow the energy and come looking for it.

The longer the time drags on, the greater the unforeseen changes will occur.

We must finish this quickly!

Master Guyue took a deep breath, her jade hand swiftly turning, condensing an extremely gentle wisp of Yin energy at her fingertips. She guided it down Xia Dong's chest, tentatively probing into his body, attempting to draw out the colorless and formless innate power.

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Come.

However, things were far from as simple as she had imagined.

This innate quality seems to be deeply rooted in the very essence of Xia Dong's life, and it is extremely resistant to external forces.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a fine layer of fragrant sweat had already seeped onto Master Guyue's forehead.

She used all the methods of absorption she had learned, and even at the last moment, she did not hesitate to use the special technique of peeling away layers recorded in "Master Xu's Cultivation Notes" that she had obtained from the Qin family's jade box.

With the help of this profound esoteric technique, Master Guyue managed to forcibly extract a trace of innate essence from Xia Dong's body.

Overjoyed, she immediately circulated her cultivation technique, attempting to integrate this wisp of energy into her own Yin energy, hoping to break through the Heavenly Spirit Shackles and open the legendary Purple Mansion.

However, a desperate scene unfolded.

The moment this innate Qi came into contact with her Yin magic, instead of blending together, it completely revealed its...

Its extraordinary characteristic of "returning to the source".

With a very slight "hiss" sound, that extremely pure innate Qi was like boiling water splashed on snow, directly canceling out and destroying her Taiyin magic power that she had painstakingly cultivated for many years!

In an instant, both transformed into the most ordinary and purest elemental energy in the world, dissipating from her palm into the cave, serving no purpose whatsoever in breaking through barriers and opening the Purple Mansion.

Master Guyue withdrew her jade hand as if she had been electrocuted, and a complex and bitter smile appeared on her beautiful face.

Only at this moment did she fully understand that the records in the ancient books were all true, without a single word of exaggeration.

The Primordial Qi is the most fundamental creation in the universe, possessing an exclusive and defying-the-heaven nature. If one does not cultivate the Primordial Qi step by step, it is utterly a pipe dream for outsiders to forcibly seize or borrow someone else's Primordial Qi to open their Purple Palace.

The only way to break this deadlock is clearly stated in ancient texts—

It must be a "cultivator" who, in an extremely special form of innate primordial yang, willingly and proactively infuses this energy of creation into her.

Only when Yin and Yang intermingle, allowing the innate essence to flow seamlessly into her limbs and bones, can she achieve a harmonious coexistence with nature, thereby helping her to complete her foundation and successfully open up a flawless Purple Mansion.

In other words, if she wanted to obtain this supreme opportunity to directly reach the top-grade Golden Core or even the Nascent Soul stage, she had to engage in the most intimate and unreserved dual cultivation with the unconscious Qi Refining junior in front of her.

In the dark cave, Master Guyue quietly watched Xia Dong, whose eyes were closed.

Her Yin-oriented heart, which had been frozen for decades on Lonely Moon Peak, suddenly lost its rhythm, and her breathing gradually became somewhat rapid.

The night is long and things can change quickly; time is of the essence, and there is no room for Master Lonely Moon to hesitate even for a moment.

The commotion caused by the Blue-Faced Ghost's self-destruction will surely attract the attention of various forces in Lin Yuan Mansion. She must obtain this "Innate Element" that can help her open her Purple Mansion before any changes occur.

With the Great Dao before him, how could Master Guyue let such an unparalleled opportunity to ascend to the heavens slip through his fingers?

Cultivating immortality is essentially about defying fate; this physical body is merely a raft for crossing the sea.

Her gaze sharpened, and her heart, which had been frozen for many years on Lonely Moon Peak, made the most decisive judgment in an instant.

Master Guyue stood up, walked quickly to the corner of the stone table, and picked up the blue-faced ghost's storage bag that she had just disgustedly thrown away.

Suppressing her discomfort, she probed her spiritual senses and retrieved the pink magical artifact that exuded a strong aura of lust.

This ritual implement was neither silk nor cloth; as soon as it was taken out, a sweet and intoxicating fragrance permeated the cold, hard cave.

This object is the "Blissful Red Dust Curtain," a heretical magical artifact that the Wusheng Sect attempted to use against her.

It's truly ironic how fate works. This vile and evil object, which was originally intended to destroy her foundation, has now become the key to her achieving the supreme Dao.

Master Guyue's face was ashen. His vast, Foundation Establishment Perfected Divine Consciousness surged into the Blissful Mortal World Barrier like a storm, instantly erasing the slight restriction left by the Green-Faced Ghost and completing a rudimentary refining process.

"go."

With a gentle wave of her jade-like arm, the pink curtain of mortal dust instantly flew out of her hand, growing longer in mid-air and transforming into layers of light gauze curtains that enveloped the entire hard and cold cave.

Layers of warm, ambiguous pink light flowed around, and the air gradually filled with a delicate fragrance like orchids and musk.

In just a few breaths, the originally rough and simple snake cave was transformed into a boudoir of tender romance in the secular world.

After setting up the formation, Master Guyue did not forget the hidden dangers outside.

She sent out a sharp, sword-like wisp of divine consciousness, piercing straight outside the formation.

The large snake guarding the cave entrance suddenly heard a chilling warning in its mind.

Master Guyue used his divine sense to intimidate it mercilessly, ordering it to guard the perimeter and forbid anyone, including itself, from stepping into the cave.

The giant snake was so frightened by the terrifying killing intent that its scales tightened, and it immediately buried its huge head deep in the mud, not daring to move an inch.

After doing all this, Master Guyue returned to the stone couch.

Looking at Xia Dong, who was still unconscious, she frowned slightly.

Xia Dong was severely injured and his qi and blood were extremely depleted. Although the Blissful Red Dust Curtain was an evil magic weapon of the Wusheng Sect, she was afraid that the aura emanating from this magic weapon alone would not be enough to awaken the deepest subconscious of Xia Dong's body and fully stimulate his weak instinctive desires at this moment.

If one cannot stimulate his vital energy, one will naturally be unable to transfer the innate Qi into one's own body.

To ensure absolute success, Master Guyue narrowed his eyes, extended his slender, jade-like fingers, and with them held together like a sword, gently swept across his temple, cutting off a strand of his long, smooth, black hair.

Immediately afterwards, she leaned down slightly, got close to Xia Dong's face, and flicked his forehead with her fingertip, cutting off a strand of his hair.

Master Guyue held the two strands of hair in his palm and skillfully tied them into a knot, binding their hair together tightly.

Their hair was intertwined, their breaths mingling.

With a flick of her finger, the tangled strand of hair flew precisely into the core of the Blissful Mortal World Formation.

As the Red Dust Curtain rapidly refined the strand of hair that carried the essence of the two individuals, the pink spiritual light on the magical artifact suddenly intensified.

An intense aphrodisiac power, specifically targeting the souls and bodies of the two, surged forth like a warm spring tide within the cave with its curtains hanging low.

A moment later, the array power of the Blissful Mortal World Curtain was fully activated.

Throughout the cave, the pinkish aura of worldly desires seemed to overflow and circulate as if it were a tangible substance, making even the air feel incredibly hot and viscous.

Even though Master Guyue's Dao heart was as firm as a rock, under the influence of this evil magic weapon that the Wusheng Sect originally used to plot against her, her breathing involuntarily became slightly disordered.

Moreover, the core of the formation had also refined the strands of hair that were intertwined with Xia Dong's. In the darkness, the two's auras were now firmly bound together by this decadent energy.

Xia Dong, who was in a coma, had an unusual flush on his face, which was originally as pale as paper. His chest heaved violently and his breathing became heavy and hot.

The primal masculine energy within him, stirred by the veil of the Blissful Mortal World, burst forth uncontrollably like spring water breaking through the ice.

Master Guyue knew that the time had come.

She took a deep breath, a resolute glint flashing in her cool eyes.

With a very faint rustling sound, she raised her delicate hand and slowly untied the ribbon around her waist.

The flowing, wide-sleeved fairy dress, symbolizing the majesty of a great cultivator, slid down like light clouds, revealing a large expanse of skin as flawless as the finest mutton-fat jade.

A pink halo fell upon her exquisitely beautiful figure, which remained frozen and untouched by the world, imbuing her aloof and ethereal aura with a breathtakingly alluring and seductive charm.

After removing his own clothes, Gu Yue Zhenren bit his lower lip tightly, his fingertips trembling slightly as he reached out to Xia Dong and took off all the clothes on his body that were already soaked with sweat and blood.

The moment the two were completely honest with each other, a strong masculine aura emanated from them.

Master Guyue's gaze inevitably swept over that shameful scene.

With a bang, a stream of scalding blood spread directly from her slender swan neck to her glistening earlobes.

For the first time in his life, this high-ranking Foundation Establishment cultivator felt an indescribable sense of shame and annoyance.

What angered her was that the magical artifacts of the Wusheng Sect were truly vulgar, and what shamed her was that she had cultivated for over sixty years, yet she had to engage in such a dual cultivation act with a junior in the Qi Refining stage under such circumstances.

The thought of handing over the pure Yin body and the incomparably precious primordial Yin energy that he had painstakingly preserved for decades was a complex mix of emotions that Master Guyue could not describe.

Such good fortune, if it were in the cultivation world outside, would be sought after by countless disciples of major sects, yet it has now been bestowed upon this unconscious young boy.

However, when her watery eyes fell once again on Xia Dong's face, which, though deep and reserved, still exuded a youthful vigor, the complex emotions in her heart suddenly shifted subtly.

In the world of cultivation, time is not recorded, but in terms of bone age, she is many generations older than the young man before her.

In the mortal world, someone my age would be old enough to be his great-grandmother.

"That's enough—"

Master Guyue sighed inwardly, and a ridiculously self-deprecating smile inexplicably appeared on his lips.

To be honest, this young man is only in his early twenties, in the prime of his life. By using this dual cultivation method to try and seize his innate talent, it seems like this old woman is taking advantage of him immensely.

This slightly absurd thought flashed through her mind and miraculously diluted the last trace of shame and struggle in her heart.

With the great path ahead, why be bound by trivialities?

Master Guyue completely lost the clarity in his eyes, and his gaze was now tinged with a hazy, watery light, tainted by worldly desires.

She leaned down and pressed her flawless, exquisite body tightly against Xia Dong's burning chest.

The extreme cold of the Yin body and the intense heat of the Yang energy collided like dry wood meeting a raging fire the moment they touched.

With a low moan suppressed deep in his throat, Master Guyue actively guided the pure Yin energy within his body to completely merge with the burgeoning Yang energy within Xia Dong's body.

Inside the cave, pink spiritual light surged violently like a tide, completely engulfing the two entangled figures in that enchanting and mysterious realm of creation.

Pinkish miasma churned violently within the cave, like layers of gauze, completely obscuring the two figures on the bluestone couch in a hazy and dreamlike state.

When that final barrier was breached, Master Guyue suddenly raised her slender, fair neck, and a suppressed moan escaped from deep within her throat, a sound tinged with pain and unspeakable pleasure.

The extreme cold of the Taiyin body, and the pure Yang Qi and blood in Xia Dong's body, which had been stimulated to the extreme by the Blissful Red Dust Curtain, collided the moment they touched, like an ancient iceberg crashing into an erupting volcano.

The fierce clash between water and fire, the instinctive fusion of yin and yang, made Gu Yue Zhenren feel an unprecedented sense of fear, like a fine electric current, sweeping up her spine and instantly engulfing her limbs and bones.

She bit her crimson lower lip tightly, and even at this moment, she still tried to use her powerful divine sense, which was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, to hold onto the last bit of clarity in her mind.

She kept telling herself that she was a high-ranking cultivator of the Qixia Immortal Sect, a cold and aloof fairy who cultivated the Taiyin Heartless Dao. All of this was just a deal to seize the "Innate One" and open the door to the Purple Mansion.

How could she, like a mortal woman indulging in such base worldly desires?

However, the decadent atmosphere of the Blissful Mortal World was far too domineering, and the instinct of Yin and Yang to harmonize is the oldest and most irresistible law in the world.

As their breaths intertwined and pulsed, Master Guyue sadly and helplessly discovered that his proud Dao heart defenses were irresistibly crumbling inch by inch amidst the waves of intense pleasure.

She shed all pretense, arrogance, and reserve.

At this moment, she was no longer the unapproachable great cultivator, but a weak woman adrift in the sea of ​​love, driven by instinct.

Her gentle, pure Yin energy transformed into the softest, most nourishing rain in the world, flowing continuously into Xia Dong's parched and damaged meridians along the connection between the two, gently soothing the terrifying wounds left in his body by the self-destruction of the Green-Faced Demon.

In return, Xia Dong's boundless and fiery masculine energy flowed into Gu Yue Zhenren's body without reservation, following the great cycle of the body.

This experience of the soul and body merging together left Master Guyue drenched in fragrant sweat, and a breathtakingly alluring blush rose on her fair skin.

Her once calm and aloof eyes were now misty with tears, and a few involuntary tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Her gaze was so dreamy that it seemed capable of melting all the ice in the world.

"Xia boy—" She rested her chin on Xia Dong's broad shoulders, her red lips slightly parted, her breath sweet as orchids.

The voice was so sweet and soft that even she herself felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity and extreme shame when she heard it.

The stark contrast between this aloof fairy falling to earth and immersing herself in bliss is vividly displayed within this enclosed cave.

After an unknown amount of time, at that very moment when yin and yang converged, and the phoenix and the torrent reached their zenith!

Master Guyue froze abruptly, her slender fingers gripping Xia Dong's back tightly.

She felt with absolute clarity that deep within Xia Dong's life essence, the colorless and formless energy that had always been extremely repulsed by external forces—the "innate energy" she had longed for—finally, at this moment, with the violent eruption of innate primordial yang, rushed into her body without any defense or reservation!

As soon as this energy of creation entered her dantian, it was like a dormant dragon awakening, carrying the purest primordial power of heaven and earth, rushing straight towards the indestructible shackles of her mind.

boom!

Accompanied by an invisible, loud roar from the depths of one's consciousness.

The Purple Mansion Barrier that had troubled Gu Yue Zhenren for countless days and nights, and which she once thought was hopeless for the rest of her life, finally emitted a crisp cracking sound under the cleansing and impact of this innate Qi.

When Yin and Yang intertwine, the Great Dao is formed.

In this extremely enchanting and absurd worldly warmth, Gu Yue Zhenren not only experienced the ultimate pleasure of being a woman for the first time in her life, but also, at this moment, with the help of Xia Dong's original creation, truly pushed open the Purple Mansion Gate leading to the Great Dao of Transformation.

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Xia Dong's consciousness continued to plummet into the endless darkness, and the excruciating pain that seemed to tear his internal organs apart gradually receded like the tide.

Instead, there is an unprecedented warmth and lightness.

In this hazy, half-real dream, he vaguely sensed a cool and familiar fragrance lingering around him.

That was the aura of the Lonely Moon Immortal. He could vaguely sense that the other was by his side, seemingly using an extremely mysterious and gentle method to gradually soothe the terrifying wounds within his body.

Gradually, a soft halo of light appeared in the darkness ahead.

Xia Dong followed the light and saw the Lonely Moon Immortal, dressed in a simple white robe with wide sleeves, walking quietly ahead.

Her silhouette was ethereal and graceful, her steps light and airy, as if she were leading the way for him.

Xia Dong subconsciously took a step forward, following that beautiful figure.

He found his body to be as light as a feather, and the sluggish blood and tense spirit he used to have were now completely relaxed. The two of them walked slowly forward in this hazy world, one in front of the other.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the surrounding mist quietly dissipated, and Xia Dong felt as if a bright and clear view had opened up before him, revealing a strange world that resembled a heavenly paradise.

Looking around, one sees vermilion railings and jade steps, with spotless white jade staircases; lush green trees all around, their branches shimmering with gentle light; a crystal-clear stream meanders through the area, its sound like the tinkling of jade pendants, melodious and pleasant to the ear.

The air was filled with an extremely pure and refreshing aura, untouched by any acquired impurities. With each breath, Xia Dong felt as if her body and mind were being thoroughly cleansed.

"It truly is a paradise on earth—"

As Xia Dong found himself here, all his past precautions and calculations—his meticulous planning in Lin Yuan Prefecture, his life-or-death struggles at the bottom of the Crimson Fire Mine, and his various defenses and schemes against the Eagle Wolf Guard and the Wusheng Sect—were thrown to the winds.

Enveloped in this pure and pristine atmosphere, the taut string in his heart completely relaxed. Naturally, a carefree and leisurely feeling arose within him, and he felt a joy and peace emanating from the depths of his soul.

He took a deep breath of the refreshing air in this paradise and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "If I could meditate and cultivate in such a secluded paradise, detached from worldly affairs and the deceit and treachery of the mortal world, I would be able to live a carefree and happy life. This is truly an excellent place."

He was immersed in this rare moment of tranquil reverie when, unknowingly, the surrounding scenery began to undergo a wondrous transformation.

The once tranquil green trees and clear streams have been replaced by a sea of ​​flowers covering the mountains and fields like clouds.

The flowers were incredibly lush, exuding an intoxicating fragrance and a vibrant, enchanting atmosphere, so full of spring that it seemed to ignite this fairyland completely.

Xia Dong felt a moment of disorientation. Just as she was about to step forward to take a closer look at the sky full of flowers, she suddenly turned back.

To his surprise, the graceful figure of the Lonely Moon Immortal, who had been leading him with light steps, had vanished from the vibrant and lush flowerbed, leaving him alone in this enchanting and enchanting fairyland.

Amidst the blooming flowers, a very faint tinkling sound of jade pendants quietly arose.

Xia Dong gazed intently and saw a woman with graceful steps and a beautiful figure walking slowly towards them from the depths of the sea of ​​flowers.

She didn't utter a word, but simply stretched her body gently in response to the celestial music that seemed to come from nowhere in this misty fairyland.

In an instant, the woman's fairy-like sleeves fluttered and her water sleeves swirled, and she danced gracefully amidst the hundred flowers. Her dance was so light that it seemed untouched by the weight of the world. Every turn and every tilt of her body exuded an indescribable charm and mystery, as if a celestial maiden had descended to earth, truly unlike anything in the mortal realm.

Xia Dong stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the dancing figure.

In the past, he actually disliked watching any kind of dance.

Whether it was seeing videos of others dancing on the bizarre internet of his past life, or occasionally hearing about brothels and markets in this world of cultivation, he always remained unmoved, simply ignoring them and refusing to waste even a moment's attention on such entertainment.

But at this moment, the woman's dance seemed to possess a kind of magic that struck his soul directly, shattering his usually hardened defenses.

The woman danced gracefully amidst a shower of petals, her eyes radiating an irresistible springtime charm. Every glance, every gentle smile, seemed to softly caress Xia Dong's heart. Her smile was captivating, her every expression both alluring and reproachful; the exquisite allure emanating from her every gesture was like a tender yet intricate net, firmly binding Xia Dong's soul.

Xia Dong felt her heart pounding like a drum, and an unprecedentedly hot and excited feeling surged uncontrollably from the depths of this half-real, half-illusory dream body.

He instinctively took two steps forward, wanting to see the woman's face clearly and to hold this captivating figure in his arms.

However, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate, the woman's face remained shrouded in a thin pink mist, like looking at the moon in the water or flowers through the fog, impossible to see clearly.

At first glance, the woman's graceful movements exuded a gentle and refined charm, which made Xia Dong feel that she resembled Qin Wan.

But when he looked more closely, a sense of familiarity in the woman's dance subtly shifted his gentle demeanor.

Her figure and the occasional expression in her eyes didn't resemble Qin Wan at all. Instead, she looked more like the gentle and beautiful young girl that Gu Yue Zhenren had transformed into after escaping from the underground river.

Xia Dong was completely captivated by the ever-changing, exquisite dance moves and the omnipresent fragrance.

He couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a reflection of reality, so he could only let down his guard and sink deeper and deeper into this beautiful and gentle sea of ​​flowers in the mortal world.

Before anyone knew it, the intoxicating fragrance of the flower sea had quietly dissipated, replaced by a nauseating, fishy smell.

Xia Dong suddenly shivered, jolting awake from her intoxicating reverie.

The beautiful flowers and fairyland before my eyes shattered like bubbles, and the surrounding environment instantly transformed into a dark and desolate wasteland.

Pairs of eerie green and scarlet beast eyes lit up one after another in the dark mist.

Accompanied by deep roars, he was surrounded by wolves, and even larger, fiercer tigers and black cheetahs were silently approaching him from all directions.

Greedy and deadly saliva dripped from the fangs of every ferocious beast.

Xia Dong's heart trembled violently, and he instinctively wanted to activate the "Dragon Capturing Skill" to mobilize his martial arts qi and blood to fight the enemy.

However, to his utter horror, his once surging, mortal-realm blood and energy were now like a stagnant pool, unresponsive no matter how he tried to activate it.

He hurriedly tried to sense his sea of ​​knowledge and dantian again, only to find that his spiritual consciousness was depleted and his profound yin magic power had completely disappeared.

In this absurd yet real dream, he was completely stripped of all his extraordinary powers and turned back into an ordinary mortal with no strength to even kill a chicken!

As the gaping maw drew ever closer, Xia Dong was filled with terror. He instinctively retreated frantically, trying to find a way out, but after only a few steps, his feet stopped.

A dark, deep, and boundless river had somehow appeared before him.

The river was as black as ink, its churning waters exuding a chilling cold and deathly stillness, radiating an aura of despair that seemed to devour everything.

Their escape route had been completely cut off, and the gentle woman who had been dancing among the flowers was nowhere to be found.

Ahead lay ferocious beasts, behind lay stagnant water. Just as Xia Dong was plunged into a state of fear, helplessness, and near despair, a familiar voice, clear yet gentle, suddenly rang out in mid-air.

"Foolish child, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, let me ferry you across."

Xia Dong suddenly looked up and saw a stunningly beautiful figure moving gracefully across the dark river.

Master Guyue was standing on the ripples, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

That smile was like the dawn breaking through endless gloom, instantly dispelling the fear in Xia Dong's heart.

Seeing that the Lonely Moon Immortal had descended to save him like a goddess from the heavens, Xia Dong was overjoyed and was about to call out to her, but in the next instant, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

As Master Guyue approached with a smile, the plain white robe she wore, symbolizing the majesty and inviolability of a great cultivator, quietly faded and slipped away, as if spring snow were melting.

A flawless, exquisite body, like the finest mutton-fat jade, was laid bare before Xia Dong's eyes.

Her fair skin shimmered with a lustrous glow, devoid of her former aloofness and icy majesty. Now, Gu Yue Zhenren exuded a breathtakingly alluring charm, showcasing the most primal and sacred beauty of womanhood to its fullest extent.

Xia Dong was shocked by the extreme visual impact, but then, the demonic nature within him, which had just absorbed the "Joyful Root Seal" of the Red Lotus Temple and grown stronger, erupted like a dormant volcano!

An uncontrollable, almost utterly consuming lustful thoughts surged from the deepest part of this dreamlike body.

It was no longer just simple appreciation, but a fanatical instinct to completely possess and crush the pure and flawless fairy-like body before him.

His eyes instantly turned a terrifying crimson, and his reason teetered on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of lust.

Just as Xia Dong was about to be completely consumed by this demonic influence and lose his true self, a pair of cool and soft jade arms gently encircled his neck.

A mesmerizing fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and the voice of Master Guyue, as sweet as orchids and carrying a hint of profound Daoist wisdom, whispered softly in his ear: "Xueyi, you must not be blinded by demonic influences."

In this hazy, dreamlike state, the intimate call that seemed to come from nowhere miraculously pierced through Xia Dong's boiling desires, restoring a sliver of clarity to his mind.

Her warm, delicate body pressed tightly against him, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable guiding force: "I will teach you the secret art of lovemaking; you must diligently practice it. This method harmonizes yin and yang, creating harmony and mutual generation, which can break through our current cultivation confusion and lead us directly to the other shore—"

With Master Guyue's careful instructions, Xia Dong's manic demonic nature seemed to be gently enveloped and soothed by a clear spring.

In the ultimate fusion of dreams and reality, he followed that guidance and completely succumbed to this blissful world where there were no ferocious beasts, no sea of ​​suffering, only the harmony of yin and yang and the natural perfection of the Great Dao.

In this dreamlike state, Xia Dong held fast to the last vestige of clarity in his mind, listening intently to the profound incantations whispered in the ear of the Lonely Moon Immortal.

That was no ordinary technique, but a secret art of cloud and rain that directly points to the Great Dao and harmonizes Yin and Yang.

As the abstruse and profound incantations flowed through his mind, the raging and violent demonic nature within Xia Dong's body was gradually soothed and calmed by an extremely gentle force, as if it had encountered a spring breeze and rain.

What followed was endless tenderness and affection.

The beautiful body of the Lonely Moon Immortal, as delicate as the finest mutton-fat jade, gently nestled against him, her soft, warm body filling his embrace.

The aloofness and coldness that once kept people at arm's length have vanished without a trace, replaced by a gentleness as all-encompassing as water.

In the intoxicating fragrance of orchids, Xia Dong drifted off into a daze, completely letting down her guard and defenses.

He felt as if he had transformed into a rootless boat, being pulled and enveloped by the gentle yet irresistible spring water of the Lonely Moon Immortal.

Their breaths mingled, their veins intertwined, inseparable in this dreamlike paradise.

Each flow and collision of true energy transforms into wave after wave of exhilarating trembling that reaches the depths of the soul.

The ultimate harmony of Yin and Yang brings an indescribable sense of completeness.

Xia Dong forgot the life-or-death crisis outside, forgot the terrifying pain of her physical body, and only wished to remain drunk in this boundless bliss.

Xia Dong didn't know how long he had been immersed in this heavenly illusion. Just when he felt that some kind of origin deep within his life was about to burst out and that he was about to completely melt into this boundless spring scenery, a sudden change occurred!

In the once tranquil and enchanting fairyland, a deafening roar of waves suddenly came from somewhere.

Rumble!

The water roared like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Before Xia Dong could recover from the extreme pleasure and intoxication, she was horrified to see a massive, overwhelming tidal wave suddenly rising from all directions, blotting out the sky.

The wave carried a terrifying, overwhelming force, giving him no chance to react or dodge. It was like a gaping maw that instantly swallowed him whole!

The intense feelings of suffocation, detachment, and falling brutally robbed him of all his senses at the same time.

"No!"

Xia Dong was horrified. In the despair and terror of being overwhelmed by the raging waves, he suddenly felt an extremely violent shiver.

Suddenly, he was like a drowning man finally surfacing, completely awakened from that bizarre dream, and abruptly opened his eyes!

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