The ethereal fairy and the withered old man kissed, a jarring yet strangely provocative contrast between beauty and ugliness, youth and age, grace and frailty. Like a flower in dung, a swan with a toad.
The inert yin energy stirred, drawn by the raging yang, flowing from Qing's lips into Elder Mu's mouth. Yin and yang merged, harmonizing like dragon and phoenix, heaven and earth. The gentle yin soothed the wild yang, mending his body with steady vitality.
His ghastly chest wound began to heal, flesh filling the void, bones reforming, pale new skin growing over the restored tissue, stark against his darkened, spotted body.
Elder Mu groaned, his eyelids fluttering open, revealing cloudy eyes.
"!!!"
He felt soft lips on his, a sweet fragrance in his nose. His vision cleared, revealing Qing's divine face pressed against his, her breath tickling his skin.
Was this a dream?
Was he… kissing Princess Qing, lying in her arms, with her initiating?
Dream or not, his heart raced. Instinctively, he moved his lips, parting her tender ones. From his yellowed teeth, his rough tongue flicked out, grazing her soft lips.
Qing's body stiffened, her breath catching.
Her eyes opened, meeting his cloudy yet brimming with joy and awe.
Shyness bloomed in her chest.
But she froze, unable to pull away, their eyes locked, lips joined, breaths intertwining. Her delicate earlobes reddened, her slender neck twitched. A bead of sweet saliva slipped from her lips into his.
Slurp!
He sucked it down, his face enraptured, as if tasting divine nectar. His dry lips pressed harder, parting hers further, seeking more.
Her blush deepened. Glancing down, she saw his once-limp manhood stirring, rising like a waking serpent, tenting his pants. Outrageously, this barely-recovered man parted her lips further, his tongue daring to lick hers.
"Ouch!"
Before he could savor more, he was flung across the platform, rolling like a ball, dizzy and wincing.
Qing stood, her tall, perfect form radiant, her face resuming its icy calm, cold as winter snow. Her blood-stained robes only enhanced her austere beauty, her curves accentuated by her high, firm chest.
Elder Mu's erection twitched, straining his pants. He licked his lips, savoring her lingering taste, making Qing's cheeks flush again. Her eyes held a hint of embarrassment, but she took a deep breath, saying nothing.
"Is anything wrong?" she asked coolly.
Snapping out of his daze, Elder Mu touched the pale new skin on his chest, marveling. "This old servant… didn't I…?"
He recalled only the searing pain of the demon's claw, his consciousness fading, believing he'd died.
Did her saliva have life-restoring powers?
He glanced at her glistening lips, recalling their softness and sweetness, licking his own and swallowing hard.
Noticing, Qing's lips tightened, but she remained silent. After a moment, she said, "If you're fine, we should leave. This place is dangerous, and I can't always protect you."
"Oh, oh, oh!" Elder Mu nodded vigorously, still shaken by the black mist's horrors and his near-death wound, the pale scar still aching faintly.
Qing nodded, dispersing the spring's spiritual energy. They walked, her in front, him trailing, as they had arrived.
The path was empty save for lingering black mist. The immortal corpse's awakening and the heavenly tribulation's thunder had cleansed the realm, scattering or obliterating all others.
Qing walked silently, Elder Mu following a few paces behind, his eyes fixed on her swaying hips. Her youthful yet plump rear, like a ripe peach, moved with her graceful steps, her long legs occasionally flashing through her skirt's slit, their ivory sheen stirring his blood.
He touched the damp silk panties in his pocket, lost in thought.
From the spring's depths to aiding Feng… was she bare beneath her skirt?
No, with her storage ring, she surely had spares.
"You just…" Qing stopped, startling Elder Mu, who nearly bumped into her. He lowered his head nervously.
She hesitated, then asked, "How did you catch up to me?"
"Huh?" Scratching his sparse hair, dislodging flakes, he stammered, "I don't know… I felt hot and cold, then ran really fast…"
Likely the Yang Yin-Yang Fish's immortal spirit energy had sparked within him.
Qing nodded, pausing. "Do you want to cultivate?"
"What?!" Elder Mu gaped.
"Leaving you behind was my mistake," she said, sighing at his aged face. "I can't always protect you. You've missed the prime age for foundation-building, but I can teach you evasion and control techniques for self-preservation."
"Good, good… I'll follow you, Princess," he mumbled.
Qing paused, spending time teaching him basic wind-riding flight. Thanks to the realm's time dilation fifteen days inside, half a day outside and the immortal spirit energy within him, he quickly grasped the basics. Guiding the warm current in his body, he shakily hovered three inches off the ground, thrilled.
"I'll demonstrate. Watch closely," Qing said, forming a seal. Spiritual energy swirled, winds lifting her skirt, revealing her fair legs. She rose a foot, two, then ten feet above Elder Mu's head, her skirt fluttering.
"Understood?" she called from above, frowning at his silence.
Elder Mu's cloudy eyes were wide, fixed unblinkingly.
He seemed to forget everything, his gaze locked on one thing, burning it into his mind, his bones, his soul.
Her slender waist flowed into her covered hips, her buttocks round and firm, their snow-white skin delicate as if it could break. Like her mother, Empress Mei, her legs and hips mirrored perfection, her youthful rear like a just-ripe peach tight, full, and enticingly fertile. As she floated, breezes lifted her skirt, exposing her long, straight legs flawless, ivory, with smooth thighs and sculpted calves, no trace of imperfection, faint veins visible beneath her porcelain skin.
Between her thighs, at her most private place, was a sight that stole his breath.
Nothing. Bare.
Between her tight legs and firm hips, where her buttocks met, he saw it.
A delicate, pink chrysanthemum, like a blooming rose or shy daisy, its faint wrinkles pure and unblemished, like April's cherry blossoms or winter's plum. It peeked, then hid, as if bashful.
Before it, a sight that shattered his composure.
Smooth, hairless, a flawless, plump mound, like polished jade. Two thick, snowy lips, full and meaty, wrapped tightly around her untouched passage, like steamed buns white, soft, and plump. No trace of hair, like a newborn's purity.
Her mound rose high, the lips thick and closed, hiding all within. Unlike a child's flatness or a woman's parted wings, they were uniquely lush, sealed tight, a single fine line like a horizon, tempting yet revealing nothing.
A white tiger mound, a one-in-a-million rarity, with a closed seam priceless, exquisite, divine.
His softened member surged, harder than ever, aching as heat coursed through him. His cloudy eyes gleamed with a vivid red, the Yang Yin-Yang Fish swirling within, reflecting his desire.
Qing's eyes flashed with a muffled hum, a crimson thread weaving into her consciousness, her Yin-Yang Fish swaying. A faint crack echoed in her body, as if a lock had broken, her spirit freer than ever.
Then, a new sensation of hot, empty, primal surged from her abdomen, spreading like wildfire. Her body felt molten, her meridians faltering, a falling sensation gripping her.
Her skin grew hypersensitive, the breeze through her clothes vivid, the heat in her core undeniable. She felt his scorching gaze from below.
Her heart sank. Her eyes met his, locked on her bare underside.
Her gaze trembled, disbelieving.
For the first time, she closed her eyes, avoiding his stare, overwhelmed by shame, anger, and confusion.
"Ah!" The icy fairy squealed, crouching like any girl, hands shielding her groin.
But in midair, this only highlighted her curves. Her tight mound remained sealed, not a hint of pink exposed.
His gaze burned hotter, his eyes nearly popping.
Her hips tensed, her buttocks clenching, the chrysanthemum vanishing into her groove. Her plump lips quivered, a single drop of clear, sticky fluid escaping.
"You!" Qing snapped, seeing his unblinking stare, her face aflame with fury and shame.
Realizing her position, she dispelled her energy, landing in a half-crouch, hands clutching her skirt to cover herself. Her flushed face steadied as she extended a hand.
"Give it to me!"
Her trembling fingers betrayed her.
"Cough!" Elder Mu considered feigning ignorance, but her sparking energy deterred him. He handed over the damp panties.
Qing took them, wincing at the musky odor, her cheeks reddening. She dried them with energy.
"Turn around!" she demanded, catching his stare.
"Oh, oh!" Swallowing, he turned, his erection straining, glancing back with shifty eyes.
Qing stepped into the panties, shuddering as the stained fabric touched her. She inhaled deeply, calming herself, only to catch his sneaky glance.
"You!" Her composure wavered, but she held her temper, enveloping them in light and soaring out of the realm.
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