Chapter 212: The Wedding Dress Divine Art: Heavenly Pool and Dantian!
With their Heavenly Pool and dantian acupoints touching, their bodies would be pressed close together.
Ye Zi Yin had no other choice.
The Wedding Dress Divine Art was an ancient technique, but rarely used. The first application, transferring one’s cultivated essence, didn’t require such intimacy.
But the second application, creating a temporary “bridge” for sharing power, required physical contact.
And this connection couldn’t be altered.
After all, transferring energy across such a distance was already a feat of incredible skill. For ordinary martial artists, the fact that she, residing in the Primordial Grotto Heaven, could lend her power to someone in the mortal world was a miracle.
For this transfer to work, a resonance, a connection, had to be established between their energies.
This connection, this “bridge,” was created through the Wedding Dress Divine Art.
The original technique had been even more complex and demanding. This was the simplified version.
Even she couldn’t simplify it any further.
Ye Zi Yin could sense his gaze lingering on her, his desire evident, despite his attempts to maintain a semblance of propriety.
She wasn’t angry.
Firstly, he had been with her during his first visit to the Primordial Grotto Heaven, although it had been Su Mei’s doing. It had been her first time, and that couldn’t be undone.
In a way, he was her man.
Secondly, during his subsequent visits, she had taught him martial arts, guided his cultivation. He was not just her… lover, but also her disciple.
If he left now, he would be no match for Yi Shenzi. He would die.
She couldn’t let that happen.
And thirdly, Ye Zi Yin, a wise and perceptive woman, understood that if she wasn’t attractive, no matter what she wore, he wouldn’t be so affected.
His reaction was a testament to her own beauty.
She smiled faintly, her eyes, however, sharp and clear.
Her gaze, although gentle, seemed to pierce his mind, calming him slightly.
She took his hand, “Let’s go up,” and was about to lead him to the top of the giant red peony.
Shi Hao quickly said, “Wait, Sister Zi Yin, wait,” and pulled away, running.
Ye Zi Yin, surprised by his sudden flight, watched him go.
Shi Hao jumped into the pool and submerged himself, the cool water washing over him.
Before entering the Primordial Grotto Heaven, he had been fighting the Shen Ting Sect, his clothes covered in dirt and grime. Although Ye Zi Yin hadn’t mentioned it, he didn’t want to… soil her.
The chilling water calmed his mind and his body, his thoughts clearing.
Although the image of Ye Zi Yin in that revealing robe still lingered in his mind, the anticipation of their physical contact arousing, he felt more in control now.
He wouldn’t disappoint her.
He saw her as both a teacher and a sister.
Before entering the Primordial Grotto Heaven, he had been a weak and powerless scholar.
Although martial arts existed in this world, he had no one to protect him, no one to guide him.
As a Chinese, witnessing the barbarians’ oppression, the Six Gates’ tyranny, he had felt helpless and alone.
The Primordial Grotto Heaven had changed everything.
Both Ye Zi Yin and Su Mei had helped him, setting him on this path of cultivation.
But perhaps because Ye Zi Yin had protected him from Su Mei’s attack during his first visit, he felt a deeper respect for her.
And he wouldn’t let her see him as anything less than worthy.
He washed himself thoroughly in the pool, then his clothes, putting them back on and drying them with his demonic fire.
He returned to the giant red peony and found Ye Zi Yin waiting.
She still wore the white trousers and the sheer, open robe, her skin pale and luminous, the curves of her breasts clearly visible.
“Sister Zi Yin,” Shi Hao approached her, his gaze respectful, his mind clear.
Seeing his resolve, Ye Zi Yin smiled faintly, a look of approval in her eyes.
He had clearly used that time to calm himself, to regain his composure.
She was pleased. She took his hand, “Let’s go up.”
A gentle force lifted them, and they floated to the top of the giant peony, landing in its center, amidst the soft, velvety stamens.
Ye Zi Yin, holding his hand, sat down, facing him.
Shi Hao sat cross-legged before her, listening intently as she explained the Wedding Dress Divine Art, its principles, its techniques, and its method of energy circulation.
Her robe’s long hem trailed behind her, her posture elegant and composed, her voice soft and clear, “Theoretically, everyone’s energy flow is unique. Even with the same cultivation method, there will be subtle differences.
“Just as humans, although sharing certain characteristics, are all different. Even identical twins have subtle variations.
“But ancient cultivators discovered that if two people could synchronize their energy flows, intertwining them, even when separated, they could still transfer power between them.”
The term “quantum entanglement” flashed through Shi Hao’s mind, but he quickly suppressed it, pushing aside the distracting thoughts and focusing on her words.
Ye Zi Yin continued, “The Wedding Dress Divine Art creates a perfect resonance, a miniature ‘entanglement’, between two people’s energies through physical contact, forming a ‘bridge’ for energy transfer…”
Shi Hao listened, gradually understanding.
During this connection, Ye Zi Yin would be the one guiding the energy flow.
But he also had to play his part, his mind clear, his focus absolute.
Any disruption, any hesitation, and the connection would fail.
Ye Zi Yin looked at him, “Do you understand?”
Shi Hao nodded, “Yes, Sister Zi Yin.”
Knowing his talent and quick wit, she said softly, “Then let’s begin.” She slowly untied her sash and lowered her trousers.
Shi Hao held his breath, her every movement a subtle, yet powerful, seduction.
Her delicate navel was revealed, then the smooth skin below.
The dantian acupoint was located an inch below the navel, but to ensure proper contact, she had to lower her trousers further.
She had never undressed like this before a man, but she knew she couldn’t show any hesitation or embarrassment.
If she couldn’t control herself, he would be even more affected.
She lowered her trousers to two inches below her navel, then looked up at him, her gaze calm and encouraging.
Shi Hao took a deep breath, cleared his mind, and circulated the Sacred Heart Clear Mirror Technique, his thoughts becoming still, his desires suppressed.
He undressed, also lowering his trousers to two inches below his navel, his gaze meeting hers, clear and unwavering.
Seeing his composure, Ye Zi Yin was inwardly pleased.
He was now shirtless, his trousers lowered, just like her.
She opened her robe, its lapels draped over her arms, revealing her breasts, and reached out, taking his hands, pulling him closer.
Shi Hao leaned forward, his body pressing against hers, their Heavenly Pool and dantian acupoints aligned.
She lay on the soft bed of peony stamens, he on top of her.
Her breasts, pressed against his chest, their soft firmness a surprising and delightful sensation, sent a thrill through him, his mind soaring, as if floating among the clouds.
Their dantian acupoints also touched, but due to the curves of their bodies, he had to press down slightly to ensure proper contact.
And inevitably, in this intimate position, he felt a stirring of something else.
Despite his best efforts, his resolve wavered, his mind racing.
Like positive and negative charges meeting, a spark igniting, a force of nature, unavoidable.
He felt a jolt of electricity, a tingling sensation, spreading through him, amplifying his desire.
Control yourself, he thought, Don’t let her see your weakness. She’s your master, your older sister…
And the thought of her being both his master and his lover… only intensified his arousal!
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