The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Xu Xiuxia's almost blatantly seductive words were like a spark, instantly igniting the suppressed restlessness in Yang Shuisheng's heart.

The faint fragrance emanating from her body as she approached, and the allure of her mature woman radiating from her figure so close under the moonlight.

All of this constitutes an irresistible attraction.

Looking at the woman with eyes full of spring water, Yang Shuisheng's last bit of hesitation and rationality crumbled.

He was not some pedantic saint, and with a beautiful woman in his arms, her affections tender, refusing her now would seem pretentious and hypocritical.

He released his grip on Xu Xiuxia's wrist, sighed softly, and his voice deepened, carrying a hint of compromise and helplessness, as well as a burning passion: "Sister Xia... why are you doing this to yourself?"

Upon hearing his words, Xu Xiuxia's eyes lit up instantly, a light that seemed to reflect hope and tacit approval.

The hurt and inferiority on her face vanished, replaced by a boldness.

"I do."

She spoke softly, giving Yang Shuisheng no time to think, and the hand that was originally on his lips slid down and hooked around his neck.

Then, before Yang Shuisheng could react, she flipped over and straddled his waist.

This action was bold and direct, carrying a sense of wildness and urgency.

She looked down at him, the moonlight shining from behind her, casting a hazy glow on her and making the curves of her body even more alluring under her thin clothes.

"Aquatic..."

She gasped for breath, calling his name, no longer concealing her desire.

She leaned down, cupped Yang Shuisheng's face in her hands, and pressed her burning lips to his, passionately kissing him.

Yang Shuisheng's mind went blank, and his last shred of reason vanished.

He no longer restrained himself, taking the initiative and wrapping his arms tightly around Xu Xiuxia's soft and elastic waist, pulling her close to him and responding passionately.

Upon receiving a response, Xu Xiuxia became even more enthusiastic.

It was as if she wanted to pour out all the loneliness she had endured over the years of living alone, the grievances she had felt under the weight of life, and the feelings she had suppressed for so long for the young man in front of her.

Her kisses moved from Yang Shuisheng's lips to his chin and neck, while her hands began to frantically tear at his undershirt.

Yang Shuisheng was equally unyielding; with a single flip, he easily seized the initiative.

A large, scalding hand covered the spot that made his blood boil.

Her thin clothes were quickly pushed up, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin that shimmered alluringly in the moonlight.

Xu Xiuxia twisted her body like a snake, her arms tightly wrapped around Yang Shuisheng's neck, pulling him towards her.

In his moment of confusion and infatuation, the mantra of the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Formula" automatically surfaced in Yang Shuisheng's mind.

A thought struck him, and he tried to guide the warm energy within his body to flow slowly along a specific path, following the method.

Something amazing happened.

When he circulated his energy and made intimate contact with Xu Xiuxia, he clearly felt that from the point where their skin touched and their breaths mingled, a faint but pure feminine aura was slowly drawn into his body, blending and nourishing his own masculine energy.

This contact allowed his sense of Qi to grow and strengthen quietly at a clear and perceptible pace!

This discovery greatly encouraged Yang Shuisheng.

It turns out that the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique" is not an evil art, but a true cultivation method for harmonizing and complementing Yin and Yang.

Although Xu Xiuxia was just an ordinary woman, she was in the prime of her life, and the pure yin energy within her body was an excellent supplement for him, a novice cultivator.

He no longer hesitated and focused more intently on guiding the flow of Qi.

Xu Xiuxia was already aroused, turning into a pool of spring water beneath him.

His body rose and fell with his movements.

The old wooden bed creaked rhythmically.

Moonlight streamed through the window, quietly casting its glow on the two figures.

Time flies.

The wind stopped and the rain ceased.

Xu Xiuxia felt as if all her strength had been drained away. Her chest heaved violently, and she was covered in sweat. She didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

After a while, she caught her breath and turned to the side, pressing her burning cheek against Yang Shuisheng's firm, iron-like chest, listening to his still strong and powerful heartbeat.

"Shuisheng...you're really amazing..." Her voice was hoarse, filled with post-coital satisfaction and languor, mixed with a hint of disbelief, "Your body is like iron, after all this time...I'm about to fall apart."

Yang Shuisheng, however, had no interest in listening to her praise.

Because he was immersed in immense surprise and awe.

Just now, at the last moment, with the full operation of the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique" and the surge of life essence, he clearly felt that the nine qi sensations in his body, which had already grown considerably, seemed to have received the most complete nourishment and catalysis, and suddenly surged to an unprecedented saturation state.

Nine streams of energy surged and rippled through the meridians, like nine warm streams flowing ceaselessly, just one last opportunity away from breaking through some invisible barrier and completing their transformation.

This is unbelievable!

According to his previous estimates, even with the help of a century-old Ganoderma lucidum, it would take at least many more cultivation sessions to accumulate enough Qi to reach the breakthrough point.

But tonight, just the first time he truly merged Yin and Yang with Xu Xiuxia and practiced this technique, the effect was so amazing that it directly pushed him to the brink of a breakthrough.

Now, the energy within his body is saturated, and he's truly just one step away from breaking through to the next stage of the first level of the "Joyful Union Qi Cultivation Technique."

However, Yang Shuisheng also understood that this final step was not as simple as water flowing into a channel.

Although the sense of energy is saturated, it seems that it still lacks a bit of refinement, or rather, a qualitative leap, to break through that barrier.

Forcing an attack may result in failure, or even damage to the meridians and a downgrade in cultivation level.

"It seems that I must rely on that century-old Ganoderma lucidum, along with other auxiliary medicinal materials, to refine a more refined medicinal power in order to ensure a flawless breakthrough," Yang Shuisheng thought to himself, a strong sense of anticipation rising within him.

Back to the village!

We must return to the village as soon as possible.

Once dawn breaks and I've finished dealing with what I'm doing, I'll immediately return and, with the help of the Ganoderma lucidum and the auxiliary medicinal herbs I've painstakingly gathered, break through the barrier in one fell swoop.

He was very curious about what kind of wonderful changes would occur to his body and his sense of energy after the breakthrough.

Just as Yang Shuisheng closed his eyes to rest, his thoughts drifted to the century-old Ganoderma lucidum and the breakthrough he was about to make.

Xu Xiuxia, nestled in his arms, seemed not to have fully recovered from the afterglow of their passion, still lingering in the tender intimacy of their skin-to-skin contact.

Seeing that Yang Shuisheng hadn't moved for a while, only keeping his eyes closed and breathing steadily, she assumed he was tired and wanted to sleep. The desire that had just been satisfied in her heart, like a small flame stirred by the wind, quietly reignited.

She didn't want to fall asleep like that; she wanted to be close to him again.

So she shifted her body, adjusted her posture, and then made an extremely bold, even somewhat embarrassing, move.

She stretched out her arms and gently lifted Yang Shuisheng's head from the crook of her neck, then slowly pressed it against the warm, soft surface of her chest.

Caught off guard, Yang Shuisheng's face was suddenly buried in that astonishing cleavage, and his nose was immediately enveloped by the rich fragrance of a woman.

He subconsciously opened his eyes, only to be met with a hazy, snowy expanse.

"Shuisheng..." Xu Xiuxia's voice sounded above his head, carrying a hint of coquettish charm. She lowered her head, gently rubbed her chin against the top of his head, and whispered in his ear, "Could you... gently bite me?"