Chapter 1: The Yin-Yang Longevity Art and Her Stunning White Silk Feet

In the dead of night, Wei Yang woke from a haze, and beyond the window the mountains lay silent, broken only by the occasional roar of birds and beasts.

Wei Yang picked up the old booklet beside his pillow and walked to the windowsill.

That manual, The Yin-Yang Longevity Art, he had studied for ten years, but he had gained nothing from it.

The first page contained four lines that were impossible to make sense of:

The way of yin and yang, profound and mysterious beyond the heavens.

Yin supplements yin essence, yang adds to yang soul.

With yang embracing yin, with yin binding yang.

Preserving youth for a hundred lifetimes, ascending to the immortal path.

Just those four lines, and Wei Yang had spent ten years on them, still completely unable to grasp their meaning.

He thought back over the eighteen years he had lived: he had come to the Great Profound Realm from another world, and when he first became aware, he was already in fetal form. After that came the upheaval in his family, his father was killed, and his mother left him at Tianhai Palace before disappearing on her own.

Though he had since stepped onto the path of cultivation, he thought of the mother who had long since left him every waking moment.

That mother of peerless beauty - he had no idea where she was now.

At that moment, the door suddenly opened.

A woman walked in.

She wore a phoenix coronet, jade-green earrings dangled from her ears, and a red sigil adorned her forehead.

On her feet were white embroidered shoes, and her legs were wrapped in sheer white silk stockings that reached all the way to her thighs.

She wore a bright red gauze skirt edged with silver thread, with a translucent white veil of fabric beneath it.

Her skin was fair, her features exquisite, her beauty so striking it seemed to outshine the world.

Since he had entered the sect ten years ago, she was the most beautiful woman Wei Yang, across both his past and present lives, had ever seen besides his mother.

This woman was Wei Yang's master, Feng Aoxian, the palace lord of Phoenix Profound Palace.

Feng Aoxian walked forward slowly, like the legendary Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, her eyes brimming with overwhelming authority.

"Greetings, Master."

"Yang'er, why are you still awake so late?"

Feng Aoxian looked at him with a pair of mesmerizing phoenix eyes.

"This disciple... can't sleep."

Wei Yang said listlessly.

"Are you still thinking about your mother?"

At Feng Aoxian's words, Wei Yang only shook his head and said nothing.

"Back then she heartlessly abandoned you. She truly was ruthless."

Feng Aoxian sighed, then said something that left Wei Yang shaken to the core.

"Your mother was the holy maiden of Guanzizai Pavilion back then."

Wei Yang froze, staring at her in disbelief.

Guanzizai Pavilion... that was a female immortal sect whose primary cultivation art was the Five Realms of Bewitching Heart and Freedom.

On the surface it was a righteous sect of female immortals, but it always stood high above others and loved to play the field, maneuvering for power and influencing the grand currents of the world.

In truth, Guanzizai Pavilion was a bewitching den that secretly muddled hearts and minds, stirred desire and sensuality, and trapped the foolish in obsession.

Within the Great Profound Realm, the female immortals of Guanzizai Pavilion were famous throughout the land; any cultivator who got tangled up with them might enjoy boundless feminine pleasures, but his lifespan would be short, and in the end he would die under mysterious circumstances.

"M-Master... is that... is that true?"

Wei Yang was stunned. He had never heard that his mother had been the holy maiden of Guanzizai Pavilion.

"Though we are master and disciple, our bond is as close as mother and son. Why would I deceive you?"

Feng Aoxian said lightly.

"Your mother was once the holy maiden of Guanzizai Pavilion. Because she was cultivating the Five Realms of Bewitching Heart and Freedom, she hit a bottleneck and could not break through the Lihen Realm for decades. So she roamed the Great Profound Realm, met your father Wei Ming, and in order to break through the Lihen Realm she used him as a furnace cauldron and planted a Bewitching Heart Seed in him."

Feng Aoxian's words sent Wei Yang plunging into an abyss.

"Ten years ago, your mother personally extracted the Bewitching Heart Seed from Wei Ming's body, and in the end it caused his soul to be utterly destroyed."

"She, on the other hand, attained enlightenment in a single stroke and then fled to faraway lands."

"She... she was so vicious!"

Wei Yang's expression changed drastically. Though he was still young and had only just turned eighteen, he had always been thinking of her, hoping that one day he could see her again.

"We've kept this from you for ten years; now that you're eighteen, it's time to tell you."

At that, Feng Aoxian came over gracefully and sat on the edge of the bed, a barely perceptible glint flashing through those stunning eyes.

"Master... did she... did she harm my father just for the sake of cultivation?"

Wei Yang said in a low voice.

"You're still young; you don't understand the temptation the immortal path holds for cultivators."

"Still, what surprised this palace was that the woman known for her cruelty never took your yang essence."

"A newborn's yang essence, especially that of a child conceived from a Bewitching Heart Seed, is the best tonic of all."

"I suppose that shows she hadn't completely lost her conscience..."

Even someone like Feng Aoxian, an unparalleled figure of the Great Profound Realm, had been deeply shocked when she learned of it back then.

That couple, praised everywhere as a match made in heaven, had such a hidden story behind them.

By the time he heard this much, Wei Yang's heart had sunk into utter misery.

Though he was a transmigrator, he had crossed over in soul only, and everything in this world had merged into the depths of his memory.

"Master, don't bring her up again."

Wei Yang said in a low voice, his expression dark.

His feelings were extremely complicated; even with the dozens of years of experience he had across both lives, he didn't know what he should do at that moment.

"In this disciple's heart, she's already been dead for a long time."

"Mm. If you don't dwell on it, it won't hurt as much. That's for the best."

Feng Aoxian nodded lightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Wei Yang's.

She had always felt that Wei Yang looked just like his father, especially those eyes, bright as stars.

On top of that, his handsome face, straight posture, and every movement carried an air of transcendence.

"Yang'er, has your cultivation been going smoothly lately?"

Feng Aoxian asked softly.

"This disciple's realm has remained stuck at the Qi Sea stage. Though I've formed my qi sea, I still haven't been able to break through the major acupoints in my body no matter how many times I try."

In the Great Profound Realm there were many cultivation arts, but the realms were generally classified as Qi Refining, Vein Opening, Qi Sea, Acupoint Setting, Spirit Terrace, and True Person.

After that came the Minor Three Calamities, the Major Three Calamities, and the Four Meditation Blessed Heavens.

After ten years of cultivation, Wei Yang had only ever reached the Qi Sea realm and could never break through.

"Come, tell your master about it."

Feng Aoxian sat down on the bed, her graceful figure like that of a mermaid, her body exuding a scent so intoxicating it could steal a person's soul.

She beckoned to Wei Yang, and he walked over to sit beside Feng Aoxian.

The fragrance became even stronger.

"Master will inspect your body first from within."

With that, Feng Aoxian raised a fair hand and gently pressed it against Wei Yang's chest. Her warm palm was unbelievably soft, and strands of true qi flowed into his body.

"Master, how is it?"

After a moment, Wei Yang asked.

Feng Aoxian did not answer. Her divine sense sank into Wei Yang's body.

At that instant, her delicate body jolted as a surging wave of heat suddenly flooded into her palm.

"Ah."

Feng Aoxian's slender lips parted, and an unfamiliar feeling stirred deep inside her.

She felt an endless warmth raging up from within Wei Yang's body. Growing more and more curious, she focused her mind and examined it carefully.

"Master... my body feels so hot..."

Suddenly Wei Yang's voice came out. His face was flushed red, and the heat inside him grew more and more intense, as if it were about to burst open.

"What's going on..."

Wei Yang was just as shocked, and then the four opening lines of The Yin-Yang Longevity Art suddenly flashed through his mind.

Instinctively, he began circulating the true qi in his body according to the cultivation method annotated in The Yin-Yang Longevity Art.

The moment the true qi began to move, it roared like storm winds and raging waves. The cultivation that had stagnated for years suddenly had a gap smashed open in it, and then the Shenque acupoint at his lower abdomen broke through like a breached dike.

True qi surged madly into it, linked together, and flowed on without end.

Wei Yang regulated the true qi in his body, but the sensation felt bizarre beyond words.

"Could it be because of The Yin-Yang Longevity Art? But for the past ten years there had never been the slightest progress in understanding it."

"Why would this happen?"

Wei Yang fell into thought.

"Yang'er, did you break through?"

Feng Aoxian immediately withdrew her fair hand and looked at Wei Yang in astonishment.

Wei Yang's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked at Feng Aoxian's stunning face.

A sheen of fragrant sweat had risen on her face, and her parted red lips were so seductive that one could not help wanting to kiss and taste them.

"You... why are you looking at your master like that?"

Feng Aoxian's cheeks burned red under Wei Yang's stare, and her heart quivered.

For some reason, she felt that Wei Yang had become different.

If before their relationship had been as close as mother and son, they had never before had the urge to draw this close.

More than that, she felt that some utterly irresistible quality had suddenly surfaced in Wei Yang, and she could not explain why.

"Could it be that The Yin-Yang Longevity Art can only be cultivated through feminine allure?"

Wei Yang subconsciously thought, then came back to himself.

"Master, I don't know why either. It seems like... it seems like..."

He didn't dare continue.

"It seems like what?"

Feng Aoxian asked in confusion.

Wei Yang let out a long breath and looked at Feng Aoxian. "It seems that as long as I have close contact with Master, my cultivation rises very quickly."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Feng Aoxian's face turned bright red. She said that out loud, but an inexplicable feeling was winding through her heart.

This young man she had watched grow up from a young age was now exuding an aura that made her whole body tremble.

"Master, every word this disciple says is true."

Wei Yang said solemnly.

Seeing Wei Yang's earnest expression, Feng Aoxian realized his words might not be false.

Suddenly, her expression shifted slightly as if she had remembered something, and she said gravely:

"Tell your master, have you been cultivating some other art?"

She worried that Wei Yang might have cultivated something similar to the art his mother practiced.

In the Great Profound Realm, there were quite a few such arts, but most came with severe side effects.

"Y-yes..."

With that, Wei Yang took The Yin-Yang Longevity Art from his robes.

Feng Aoxian jolted slightly, then took the ancient booklet and began to read it.

The Yin-Yang Longevity Art?

The more she read, the more puzzled she became. As she turned the pages, her brow furrowed deeper and deeper, but in the end it suddenly relaxed again.

"Though I can't make out much of the mystery behind this Yin-Yang Longevity Art, I can tell that this technique is no ordinary thing."

"Fortunately, it isn't a particularly sinister art, so it won't harm the user."

At Feng Aoxian's words, Wei Yang hurriedly asked:

"Master, what exactly is this art?"

"Simply put, it's a dual-cultivation method that nourishes yin and supplements yang. When my fingers touched your body just now, I felt a warm current as well, and it stirred the movement of true qi in my body."

"In that brief moment, the true qi in my body even increased a little."

"So did mine, Master."

Wei Yang said.

"But whether that's truly the case still needs to be verified."

Feng Aoxian's gaze flickered with some struggle, then she made up her mind and lay down on the bed.

"Yang'er, massage your master's shoulders and back for me."

Feng Aoxian looked away and said softly.

Before Wei Yang could answer, Feng Aoxian had already revealed her exquisite figure.

"Master, is that appropriate?"

Wei Yang spoke softly. Though his heart was burning hot, the woman before him was an elder he had always revered and treated like a mother.

"What is appropriate or not? People outside the mundane world don't have so many rules."

She wanted to confirm whether The Yin-Yang Longevity Art was really as she understood it to be.

As Wei Yang drew near, that familiar body fragrance kept drifting into his nose, and for a moment he was dazed by her.

"Yang'er... hurry up and come here..."

Feng Aoxian looked up at Wei Yang, only to see him standing there entranced, his eyes fixed on her body.

Unconsciously, Feng Aoxian felt her body soften; how could she not know how infatuated this disciple was with her?

In Phoenix Profound Palace, any man would entertain thoughts about her.

"Yes, Master!"

Only then did Wei Yang react, and with trembling hands he pressed them onto Feng Aoxian's back.

It was a motion he had repeated countless times before, yet at this moment Wei Yang could still feel his heart pounding faster.

Under that body fragrance, a hot current suddenly rose in his lower abdomen.

Fortunately, he stopped it in time.

"That feeling is getting stronger and stronger... could this really be a yin-nourishing, yang-supplementing dual cultivation method?"

Feng Aoxian's heart trembled slightly. She felt the true qi in her body circulating even faster than before, and it was slowly increasing as well.

"Amazing."

Wei Yang was astonished.

"Mm... ah..."

Feng Aoxian let out a soft moan, as if the sensation was giving her endless, exquisite pleasure.

"Mm... ah."

As Feng Aoxian's soft lips parted, a moan drifted out that could make a person lose themselves in delirium.

After a while, Wei Yang worked from Feng Aoxian's fair shoulders down to her waist, brushed past her full hips, and gradually reached her calves.

"My feet... Yang'er, massage your master's feet..."

Feng Aoxian said hurriedly, lifting her left foot slightly and offering it into Wei Yang's hands.

Wei Yang took the foot wrapped in sheer white silk, and at once a fragrance from it drifted into his nose.

It was too fragrant. Besides her body scent, there was also a faint trace of sweet sweat; it wasn't strong, but instead added another teasing layer to the aroma.

Wei Yang's hands glided gently over Feng Aoxian's silk-clad foot. Calling it a massage would be generous; it was more like caressing, and that exquisite sensation made his cock swell to the limit.

The more it swelled and trembled, the faster Wei Yang felt the true qi surging through him, and his cultivation was growing rapidly.

It was the same for Feng Aoxian.

How could it smell this good? If he licked it once, would Master be angry?

At that thought, Wei Yang's head unconsciously leaned in, his lips already nearing that ultra-thin, sheer white silk-clad foot.

Her fair toes were clearly visible, and her pale pink nails trembled lightly.

The closer he got, the stronger the scent became, and the sweat smell deepened as well. He inhaled hard, the fragrance of the silk-clad foot and the sweet sweat flooding into his nostrils.

But that only made his heart burn hotter. If he could lick and savor it for a few hours every day, how wonderful that would be.

He could cultivate and enjoy a human delight at the same time.

"Yang'er, you..."

Feng Aoxian suddenly turned her head and saw that Wei Yang's nose was already pressed against her small, fair toes, which were full of irresistible temptation.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Aoxian suddenly barked out a sharp rebuke, instantly snapping Wei Yang out of his fantasy.

Only then did Wei Yang realize the silk-clad foot in his hands had vanished, and he hurriedly said:

"This disciple... this disciple only wanted to smell whether Master's feet had any scent."

"Nonsense."

Feng Aoxian's brows knit together, and red clouds instantly rose in her face.

"How could Master's feet possibly have any smell?"

"Did Master perhaps not wash her feet tonight?"

Wei Yang said.

"You... you could smell that?"

Feng Aoxian looked at him in surprise.

"I smelled body fragrance mixed with a little sweet sweat. Was that it?"

Wei Yang smiled.

"And you still laugh!"

Feng Aoxian said, pretending to be angry, then once more offered her left foot to Wei Yang and asked in confusion, "Does it really have a smell?"

"I'll smell it again."

Wei Yang took hold of her silk-clad foot and brought it directly to his mouth.

It looked as if he meant to swallow that ultra-thin, translucent white silk-clad foot, beautiful and fragrant to the extreme, in one bite.

The blush on Feng Aoxian's face deepened until it was blazing; embarrassed, she covered her beautiful cheeks with both hands.

Sounds of sharp inhalation followed as Wei Yang pressed his nose against the sole of Feng Aoxian's stocking-clad foot and sniffed hard.

As if he meant to pull every trace of fragrance and sweat into his nostrils, he even wanted to stick out his tongue and lick between her tightly pressed silk-clad toes tens of thousands of times.

Wei Yang didn't dare open his mouth to lick, afraid Master would get angry, so he could only keep rubbing his cheek lightly against Feng Aoxian's sole.

The slick silk-clad foot slid from Wei Yang's chin to his forehead, then from his forehead back down to his chin.

Before she knew it, Feng Aoxian's toes had gone tense.

Feng Aoxian felt something extremely strange. If it were another man, forget sniffing her feet - even getting close to her would make her feel disgusted.

But with Wei Yang rubbing his cheek against the sole of her foot, she instead felt something unusual.

She couldn't say why.

At the same time, the more Wei Yang did this, the faster she felt her cultivation rising.

Reason told her that this had to stop here, that she couldn't let Wei Yang keep smelling her pretty feet.

But her feelings told her that this was a man she regarded as her own son; what was wrong with letting him smell her pretty feet?

And if it also helped cultivation, why not?

What kind of mother wouldn't let her son lick her feet?

"No, I can't let him keep going like this..."

"If he wants to stick out his tongue and lick my toes... what am I supposed to do?"

"Sigh, this clearly shouldn't go on, so why can't I find the courage to stop him?"

"It's because of cultivation... yes, that's it."

"This little devil, are my feet really that fragrant?"

At that thought, Feng Aoxian suddenly pressed her left foot against Wei Yang's cheek on her own initiative and began to rub it gently.

"Yang... Yang'er... does your master... does your master's foot... still have a smell?"

Feng Aoxian covered her face in embarrassment and said, while sliding her silk-clad foot back and forth across Wei Yang's face.

She felt her body was already drenched in fragrant sweat, and a little sweat had formed on her foot, nearly soaking the ultra-thin white silk stocking through.

At that moment, one of her toes accidentally slipped into Wei Yang's mouth, and a wet sensation immediately wrapped around her left big toe, soaking the ultra-thin white stocking at once.

In that instant, true qi surged through her body as if some restriction had been undone, and her cultivation shot up dramatically.

"How... how could this be?"

Feng Aoxian's face lit up in joy, then shifted into struggle.

"Mm... ah..."

Feng Aoxian let out a moan from her moist lips, then suddenly came to herself and pulled her toe out of Wei Yang's mouth.

"You... you're perverted!"

Feng Aoxian said angrily.

"Master, I just took a taste. It does have a little flavor."

Wei Yang let out a cheeky grin.

"You damned disciple, you're going to anger your master to death."

Feng Aoxian huffed and immediately drew both feet back, though a trace of disappointment was hidden on her face.

Wei Yang said:

"But I'm your disciple. What disciple would ever turn up his nose at his master's feet having a smell?"

"No matter how strong the smell is, this disciple will like them all the same."

"Hmph, keep dreaming."

Feng Aoxian sat up at once, then got out of bed. Her bright red gauze skirt had slipped down to her shoulders, and the fair, glistening, full mounds of her chest were beginning to rise and fall gently.

"It's late. Sleep early. Your master is leaving."

"We'll talk about The Yin-Yang Longevity Art tomorrow."

As she spoke, Feng Aoxian gave Wei Yang a strange look, though for some reason her heart was pounding.

Maybe it was because Wei Yang adored her so completely. Maybe it was because, just now, when she had slipped her white-silk stocking-clad toes into Wei Yang's mouth, she had also gotten aroused. Or maybe it was because she had discovered an unbelievably precious cultivation method.

"Good night, Master."

Wei Yang said softly. After Feng Aoxian left, he was still savoring that sensation.

The deliciousness of those white-silk stocking-clad toes in his mouth, the intoxicating scent from her toes, and that damp, sweaty fragrance were almost enough to outshine every delicacy in the world.

"Ah, I wonder when I'll get to feel that again."

Even as he thought that, Wei Yang began carefully studying the Yin-Yang Longevity Art.

Feng Aoxian, who had just stepped out of the room, leaned against the wall and breathed softly.

Her heartbeat only now returned to normal. What had just happened left her feeling exquisitely pleasure-drunk, especially when those white-silk stocking-clad toes slid into her obedient disciple's mouth and were licked by his wet, slick tongue. A warm current inside her was nearly ready to surge out.

She could feel the area between her legs growing wet; at that moment, she was almost ready to gush out her sacred essence.

"Ah, this rotten disciple. He got off easy tonight."

With that thought, Feng Aoxian straightened her clothes and once again restored the cold, solemn expression she had worn before.