103 Cultivating the Procreation Chapter
The Procreation Chapter of the Emperor and Empress Yin-Yang Grand Art was the culmination of the other three chapters. Its purpose wasn’t to enhance strength but to safely and stably create a healthy and robust fetus.
The complexity of the Procreation Chapter lay in the requirement for the couple to simultaneously achieve physical union, Qi union, and spiritual union, reaching a state of true “Yin-Yang harmony, spirit and flesh merging.” This allowed them to harness a sliver of the Great Dao’s power of creation to produce offspring.
This was the main difficulty of the technique, demanding high compatibility in body, Qi, and spirit from both partners.
However, this wasn’t a problem for Yan Zhen and Zi Xunyi. Their souls were a perfect match, naturally drawn to each other. In terms of Mystic Power, both Light and Fire were Yang attributes. And as for their bodies, the husband and wife had basically figured out each other’s… dimensions.
On the stone bed, the young man and woman kissed deeply, shedding their sleepwear while exchanging passionate affections, feeling each other’s skin, warmth, and heartbeat. At the peak of their passion, they finally joined together in the most primal way.
The sharp pain brought Zi Xunyi back to her senses slightly. Her pale hands tightly clasped Yan Zhen’s, her long legs hooked around him in an M-shape, her moist, dazed eyes fixed on her husband’s face.
Yan Zhen leaned down, kissing her face repeatedly, soothing her anxiety.
“Yan Zhen…”
“Call me ‘Husband’.”
Hearing these words, Zi Xunyi blushed deeply. After a long hesitation, she finally whispered weakly, “H-Husband~”
“Yes, from now on, you’re my wife. I’ll give you a grand wedding, witnessed by the entire continent, and welcome you into the Yan family with honor.”
Zi Xunyi vaguely remembered the wedding from her dream, her mind hazy with bliss.
“Yan Zhen… Husband… Love me.”
“Then let’s begin.”
Yan Zhen gently kissed Zi Xunyi’s lips, thrusting forward while circulating the Emperor Flame Technique, warm Fire Mystic Power surging from his body.
Zi Xunyi, while receiving her husband’s affection, also circulated the Celestial God Art, gentle, violet-gold Light Mystic Power enveloping her like a veil, making her appear even more noble.
Guided by the Procreation Chapter, their two types of Mystic Power began to attempt merging.
“…Zhen’er, let go a little. Use your Mystic Power to overpower Zi Ji’s,” Beautiful Master’s voice suddenly sounded beside Yan Zhen’s ear. “Your Mystic Power level is much lower than hers. You need to be more assertive to achieve fusion; otherwise, it will be dissipated.”
Yan Zhen, worried about hurting Zi Xunyi, had been deliberately suppressing his power. Reminded by Beautiful Master, he realized his mistake. His wife was a Mystic King, while he was only a Mystic Master. There was no need to hold back.
Whoosh.
His Fire Mystic Power surged, becoming like true raging flames, intertwining fiercely with Zi Xunyi’s Light Mystic Power.
First, their bodies joined, then their Qi merged, and finally, their spirits connected. This trinity was necessary to enter the profound state of spirit and flesh merging.
Qi, or Mystic Power, was the link between body and spirit. Once Qi union was successful, their souls could begin to resonate.
However, Zi Xunyi’s Mystic Power was still much stronger than his, making it difficult to achieve balance. But asking her to deliberately suppress her power would affect the subsequent spirit union.
Yan Zhen thought for a moment, then had an idea. He thrust powerfully, breaking through Zi Xunyi’s defenses and going deeper.
Struck unexpectedly, Zi Xunyi let out a pitiful cry, her body trembling, her Mystic Power weakening.
—No wonder Beautiful Master told him to be more assertive. It wasn’t just about Mystic Power.
Yan Zhen released Zi Xunyi’s intertwined fingers, his freed hands slipping under her arms, lifting her delicate body so she was sitting upright on his lap, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist.
Muffled moans escaped Zi Xunyi’s lips, further exciting Yan Zhen, and he kissed her deeply.
Amidst their rhythmic movements, their Mystic Powers slowly fused, becoming one, circulating back and forth between their bodies.
Qi union achieved, both felt a jolt of energy. They looked into each other’s eyes, filled with affection, their foreheads touching, a dazzling spiritual radiance blooming between their brows.
Returning to their senses, they found themselves in the familiar purple flower field dreamscape.
Endless flowers stretched around them, a verdant meadow at the center, dominated by a towering tree reaching the clouds, a fairy-tale vine swing hanging from its branches.
Yan Zhen and Zi Xunyi were sitting on the swing in the same position as in reality, swaying gently. A soft breeze brushed against their skin, cool and comfortable.
Being intimate like this in broad daylight, even knowing it was a dream, made Zi Xunyi incredibly shy. Her face flushed crimson, and she buried her head in Yan Zhen’s shoulder, not daring to look up.
Yan Zhen stroked her hair and whispered softly in her ear, “Don’t be afraid, Zi Ji. It’s just us here.”
Zi Xunyi peeked at him shyly, then offered her lips, her intention clear.
Yan Zhen held her hips, increasing the swing’s momentum.
Melodious moans echoed beneath the tree, carried away by the breeze, adding a touch of spring to the lonely dreamscape.
Lost in their passion, they failed to notice another presence in the dream.
The mature Zi Xunyi, reborn but not fully integrated.
She hid in the dreamscape’s crevices, caring for her daughter. Sensing Yan Zhen’s arrival, she hurried out to meet him, only to witness her own… intimate scene.
With mixed feelings, the mature Zi Xunyi hid amongst the flowers, her eyes fixed on the couple on the swing.
However, as they became more intimately connected, she found herself experiencing the younger Zi Xunyi’s sensations.
Every movement Yan Zhen made sent waves of intense pleasure through her.
This feeling was familiar, addictive.
“Mmm~”
A soft moan escaped her lips. The mature Zi Xunyi quickly covered her mouth, afraid of being discovered and interrupting them.
But her husband, inconsiderate of her feelings, had the younger Zi Xunyi sit on the swing while he stood, continuing to push her back and forth.
The mature Zi Xunyi had been pleasured like this countless times by Yan Zhen before. Experiencing it again, her body seemed to remember, growing hotter.
“Mmm, Husband… spare me, I… I—”
The mature Zi Xunyi felt her mind go blank, letting out soft whimpers.
At the same moment, the younger Zi Xunyi experienced her first climax.
The clouds dispersed, the rain stopped. Yan Zhen held the girl in his arms, kissing her face, stroking her head, showering her with affection.
Soon, the younger Zi Xunyi recovered, her senses returning. She looked around, surprised, towards the mature Zi Xunyi’s hiding place, and said softly, “Yan Zhen, I think… I sense someone hiding there.”
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