Chapter 213: The Wedding Dress Divine Art: Water and Sky Merge as One!
Ye Zi Yin could sense the sudden shift in his energy, his desire intensifying.
The stamens of the giant peony yielded beneath them, their bodies sinking deeper.
The young man on top of her, like water freezing, then rapidly heating, his body tense, his aura burning.
“Sister Zi Yin,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, his hands gripping her shoulders, pulling her closer.
Their bodies sank further into the soft bed of stamens.
“Brother Hao, calm yourself,” Ye Zi Yin said softly, her voice gentle and soothing, guiding him through a calming exercise, “Focus your gaze on your nose, your nose on your heart, harmonize your energy and spirit, unify your soul and consciousness, let the light of clarity fill your being.”
Shi Hao tried to follow her instructions, his gaze fixed on his nose, then shifting to his heart… which was currently pressed against her breasts.
He couldn’t continue.
Ye Zi Yin sensed his quickening heartbeat, the heat radiating from his body.
She remained still, giving him time to regain his composure.
But the slight trembling where their bodies touched, the subtle friction as he moved against her, his desire evident despite his efforts to control it…
He didn’t want to do this, but he couldn’t resist.
She could push him away, tell him to calm himself, but deep down, she knew it would happen again.
It was her own beauty that had aroused him. Few men could resist such temptation.
This trial, for him, was too difficult.
She sighed softly, a secret, hidden part of her strangely… pleased.
After all, if he had resisted, she might have been slightly disappointed.
But this stalemate couldn’t continue. He saw her as his teacher, his older sister, his desire warring with his respect.
And if she pushed him away now, it would wound his pride.
She remembered Su Mei’s words:
—”Perhaps you’ll soon realize I’m the one who truly cares about you.”
Perhaps, when it came to understanding men, she was indeed no match for that witch.
As an immortal of the Taisu Immortal Pavilion, a woman revered for her beauty and virtue, she had had many admirers.
They were all young masters from prominent families, renowned martial artists, or talented young heroes of the righteous path.
But a single glance from her, her eyes sharp and cold, had been enough to silence them, their advances quelled, their desire replaced by shame and regret.
She had never allowed anyone to get close, never even touched their hands, let alone… this.
She had never considered how a man would react if she allowed him such intimacy.
This is a curse, she thought.
As he held her close, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist, her voice soft, “Brother Hao… do you want this?”
Feeling her warmth, her acceptance, her lack of judgment, his body trembled, the slight misalignment of their dantian acupoints shifting further as he moved against her.
They sank deeper into the soft bed of stamens.
His lips brushed against her cheek, then her ear, his voice a whisper, “…Is this alright?”
The Cave Meditating Grass on the walls flickered, their ethereal glow radiating outwards, filling the hidden grotto with a soft, warm light.
The waterfall that concealed its entrance had, for some reason, parted.
Outside, it was the night of the full moon, the Mid-Autumn Festival.
A time for family reunions… although war raged across the land.
The lake outside shimmered, its ripples disturbing the tranquility of this hidden world, its air heavy with moisture.
Within the grotto behind the waterfall, strange and beautiful flowers and plants bloomed, their colors vibrant, their fragrance intoxicating.
The chaos of the outside world seemed distant and unreal.
This hidden sanctuary, a world apart, offered peace and tranquility.
The cascading water, now a gentle mist, created a rainbow above the shimmering lake, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
After a long while, two figures, hand in hand, emerged from the grotto, stepping into the lake, their voices low, their bodies intertwined as they bathed.
And then, their bodies pressed close together, the young man’s mind now clear, his passion tempered by her gentle guidance, they completed the ritual of the Wedding Dress Divine Art.
Afterwards, they sat by the lake, he with his head resting on her lap.
“Sister Zi Yin,” he finally said, his voice filled with a newfound tenderness, ashamed of his earlier loss of control, “I… I couldn’t resist.”
The beautiful woman, still in her white robe, its sheer fabric clinging to her body, gently tapped his forehead with her finger, her delicate feet dangling in the cool water.
She asked softly, “How do you feel?”
He savored the lingering warmth and whispered, “Wonderful.”
“I mean, how do you feel now that our energies are connected?” she asked, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, a rare and beautiful sight.
He stared at her, captivated, his mind blank, forgetting her question.
After a moment, he finally understood and replied, “Wonderful.” He still hadn’t fully recovered.
His body had returned, but his mind was still elsewhere.
This is a curse, the beautiful immortal thought, sighing inwardly.
She looked up at the vast, empty sky above.
The sky in the Primordial Grotto Heaven was a blank canvas, without sun, moon, or stars.
“What are you thinking, Sister Zi Yin?” Shi Hao asked, his gaze lingering on the curve of her breasts, barely concealed by her robe.
“It’s difficult to perceive the passage of time in the Primordial Grotto Heaven,” she said, her hand gently caressing his hair, “Before you arrived, neither Su Mei nor I realized how long we had been here. Only after learning about the changes in the outside world did we truly understand how… disconnected we had become.
“It’s like being adrift in the vastness of space, with no anchor, no sense of direction, no destination. Returning to the mortal world… it no longer seemed to matter. We didn’t know where we were going, or when we would arrive.”
She lowered her gaze, looking at him, her eyes meeting his, “But now… I feel like I’ve finally… landed.”
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