Chapter 2: Senior Sister's Gray Stockings, Master's Black Stockings
The next morning, Wei Yang woke from sleep.
He couldn’t help licking his lips, and he could still taste that intoxicating fragrance from the night before.
After Feng Aoxian left last night, he had studied the Yin-Yang Longevity Art until deep into the night.
What surprised him was that after intimate contact with his master, Feng Aoxian, this method of cultivation flowed along with astonishing ease.
In just one night, his cultivation had risen by quite a bit.
Creak...
At that moment, the door opened.
Wei Yang was delighted, thinking it was Feng Aoxian, and hurried over. “Master!”
But when he saw who it was, he froze. The newcomer was strikingly beautiful, dressed in a pink gauze dress with tassels, a red ribbon tied at her waist, gray sheer stockings on her legs, and a pair of red palace shoes on her feet.
Her features were fair and refined, lovely beyond compare.
“Se... senior sister...”
Wei Yang blinked.
“Junior brother, you seem disappointed?”
The woman looked at Wei Yang with a calm, cool gaze and spoke softly.
“No... not at all.”
Wei Yang avoided her eyes a little as he looked at her.
This woman was named Li Zhuangtai, a senior sister who had entered Fengxuan Palace several years before him.
She was also, like him, one of Feng Aoxian’s direct disciples.
Li Zhuangtai looked at Wei Yang with some curiosity, as if she had never seen him make that kind of expression before.
There was anticipation in it, and disappointment too.
“Come with me to gather herbs. Wash up quickly.”
Li Zhuangtai glanced at him, then turned and left the room.
Wei Yang let out a long breath, then began washing up.
After a while, he and Li Zhuangtai arrived at the back mountain.
The back mountain was a massive cliff, where precious medicinal herbs grew year-round, some for healing injuries, some for strengthening cultivation, and some for preserving youth and extending life.
Every so often, he would come here with Li Zhuangtai to gather herbs.
After greeting the senior brothers and sisters along the way, the two of them arrived at the cliff face.
“Senior sister, look, there’s a flower over there.”
Wei Yang spotted a snow-white blossom growing between the distant rocks.
“It’s the Three-Inch Time Flower. If you take that flower, Senior Sister, you can preserve your looks for another hundred years,” Wei Yang said quickly.
“The Three-Inch Time Flower?”
Li Zhuangtai glanced over in surprise and immediately recognized it as a famous beauty-preserving flower, exceedingly rare throughout the entire Great Profound Realm.
“Senior sister, wait here. Junior brother will go get it for you.”
Wei Yang said at once. He also wanted to see just how far his cultivation had come after opening the Shenque acupoint.
“Junior brother, be careful.”
Li Zhuangtai nodded.
She had always been aloof, and in daily life only grew close to her master, Feng Aoxian, keeping everyone else at arm’s length.
Even with junior brother Wei Yang, she had never been especially kind.
Wei Yang took a deep breath, then leapt down along the cliff. As he dropped, he circulated the method within him, and streams of true energy gathered in his palm as he caught the sheer rock wall and slowly descended.
Just as he was about to pluck the Three-Inch Time Lotus, he suddenly felt a chill surge up from below. Startled, he looked up and saw a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.
“It’s... the Black Yin Jade Python!”
His heart jolted. He yanked the Three-Inch Time Flower free and rushed back up the cliff.
Ssssss!
The Black Yin Jade Python opened its mouth and lunged to swallow him.
“Junior brother, watch out!”
Li Zhuangtai on the cliff above was equally shocked and called out in alarm.
In the Great Profound Realm, precious treasures were always guarded by fierce beasts. Wei Yang knew that.
Seeing the Black Yin Jade Python swallow toward him, he quickly adjusted his posture. His left hand dug into the stone wall like tempered steel, and with a twist of his body he sprang onto the python’s head.
He drove the five claws of condensed true energy viciously into the python’s skull.
With a sharp ripping sound, the Black Yin Jade Python’s forehead split open, and then a burst of icy yin energy poured into the five claws, freezing half his body solid.
“Damn it, this cursed thing carries black yin energy. If it touches you, your body freezes.”
“Junior brother, catch!”
At that moment, a strip of pink ribbon flashed before him. Li Zhuangtai, high above on the cliff, looked on with great tension.
Wei Yang caught it. With a powerful yank, his body was flung back up toward the cliff.
Sssss!
Seeing the thief escape back onto the cliff, the Black Yin Jade Python roared and hauled its huge body upward.
“Throw the Three-Inch Time Flower away quickly!”
Li Zhuangtai shouted in shock, but before her words had even fallen, the Black Yin Jade Python was already lunging at them with its mouth wide open.
“Go!”
Li Zhuangtai spat a command, and the pink ribbon was ripped free from Wei Yang’s body, then transformed into a hundred-zhang strip of red cloth that wrapped around the Black Yin Jade Python.
At once, the python let out a howl as its massive body was bound by the red ribbon and crashed onto the cliff with a thunderous boom.
“Die, you beast!”
Wei Yang’s eyes went savage. He threw the Three-Inch Time Flower into Li Zhuangtai’s hands and leapt toward the Black Yin Jade Python.
His right hand, filled with true energy, slashed repeatedly across the python’s body.
Shrrk, shrrk, shrrk... the sound of flesh tearing rang out, and the Black Yin Jade Python was left a bloody mess.
“Tighten!”
Li Zhuangtai formed a hand seal, and the red ribbon wrapped around the Black Yin Jade Python immediately cinched tight, as if it meant to crush the beast’s body to pieces.
Ssss!
At last, the Black Yin Jade Python gave a final howl, collapsed to the ground, and struggled violently, no longer able to attack Wei Yang.
Seeing this, Wei Yang finally let out a long breath.
He had almost been done for.
Fortunately, Senior Sister had the Red Linger Crimson Snow Ribbon treasure.
After a while, as the Black Yin Jade Python lay dead, Li Zhuangtai was also sprawled on the ground, panting hard.
“Senior sister, are you all right?”
Wei Yang walked over and asked with concern.
“Junior brother, do you want to die?”
Li Zhuangtai looked at him coldly, and then an inexplicable emotion suddenly flashed in her eyes.
This junior brother had entered the sect sixteen years ago, and she had always treated him coldly. She never expected that he would risk his life to obtain this Three-Inch Time Flower for her.
“Senior sister, I...”
Wei Yang blinked, then felt the chill in his body intensify. He toppled over.
“Junior brother!”
Li Zhuangtai’s expression changed. She rushed over and caught Wei Yang’s body.
At once, she felt a cold sensation spread into her own body.
“How did this happen?”
“Was it caused by the Black Yin Jade Python’s cold qi?”
Li Zhuangtai thought of it immediately, and hurriedly laid him down before channeling true energy into Wei Yang’s body.
But at that moment, she felt a surging wave of true energy raging violently inside her own body, almost breaking through her restraint.
Especially when she had held Wei Yang just now, she had felt a masculine aura from him unlike anything she had ever felt in her life.
Li Zhuangtai forcefully suppressed the panic in her heart, pressing both hands repeatedly against Wei Yang’s chest and sending strand after strand of true energy into him.
After a while, Li Zhuangtai finally felt the icy cold sensation on Wei Yang’s body vanish.
Wei Yang was lying in Li Zhuangtai’s arms, their bodies tightly pressed together, and a flush immediately rose to her face.
She felt the warm flow coming from Wei Yang’s body, which made the true energy within her own body stir ceaselessly, faintly even increasing it.
Her cultivation was slowly rising.
“What’s going on... what kind of method is junior brother cultivating? Why does it feel like this?”
Li Zhuangtai’s fair, full chest was pressed tightly against Wei Yang, and an unfamiliar sensation spread through her entire body.
“Mmnh...”
At that moment, Li Zhuangtai couldn’t help letting out a moan. She felt a hard, warm pressure between her legs, then reached down to touch it.
“What is this... like an iron rod?”
She thought in confusion, and her fair hand could not help sliding over it a few times. Even her feet, wrapped in gray sheer stockings, began rubbing unconsciously against Wei Yang’s body.
“My body... why is it a little out of control?”
She did not know that this was the effect produced by the Yin-Yang Longevity Art once it began circulating.
“S... Senior sister?”
At last, Wei Yang woke up, only to feel a pair of soft little hands sliding over the iron-hard rod beneath him.
“What weapon are you carrying? Why is it so hard? It’s pressing against my thigh so uncomfortably.”
Hearing Li Zhuangtai’s words, Wei Yang’s mind exploded like thunder. Boom... it was Senior Sister’s little hand that had been continuously stroking his groin.
He finally understood.
Li Zhuangtai had been cultivating in Fengxuan Palace since she was young, and she had no understanding at all of relations between men and women.
That she would act like this now was understandable.
Still, Wei Yang also instinctively thought that it must be the Yin-Yang Longevity Art at work.
Otherwise, his usually cool senior sister would never behave like this.
“Senior sister, a little harder...”
Wei Yang said quickly. How could he possibly give up such a golden opportunity?
Li Zhuangtai was a rare beauty in this world. Compared with Feng Aoxian, she only lacked maturity, but she had even more innocence.
He could not help placing both hands on Li Zhuangtai’s gray-stockinged legs and stroking them gently, then moved down to her red shoes.
“Junior... junior brother... what... what are you doing?”
Li Zhuangtai struggled a little as she spoke, but her hand around the iron-hard rod between Wei Yang’s legs never pulled away.
“Senior sister, there’s still some Black Yin cold energy in me that hasn’t been cleared yet. Rubbing against your legs a bit should get rid of it.”
“Ohhh...”
Li Zhuangtai’s mouth opened unconsciously, a soul-stirring moan slipping out. “Mmnh...”
“Your hands are so cold... ah...”
Before Li Zhuangtai could finish speaking, another moan escaped her lips.
Wei Yang ignored her cries. He took both of Li Zhuangtai’s small feet in his hands and pressed her body down onto the ground, while his own body leaned over hers. Her feet lifted up, appearing right in front of him.
The dainty red shoes carried an enticing foot fragrance, and the gray ultra-thin stockings were incredibly smooth.
Wei Yang’s heart pounded. He lowered his face to Li Zhuangtai’s left shoe and sniffed gently.
A rich scent of feet rushed into his nostrils, mixed with a faint sweaty tang, and his whole body jerked.
Such a fragrant foot scent, with a hint of virgin innocence.
He pressed his groin lightly between Li Zhuangtai’s thighs and rubbed against her, then could not help slipping off her red shoe.
A stronger, richer foot fragrance hit him, and he couldn’t resist bringing the shoe to his nose and inhaling hard.
With one hand holding the shoe and the other stroking Li Zhuangtai’s right foot gently, he then pressed the shoe and her right foot together, drawing in that fragrance all the while.
“Ahhh...”
“Mmnh... so hard... junior brother, what are you doing? My feet are dirty, don’t smell them...”
Seeing Wei Yang press his whole face against the red shoe and the gray stockings on her right foot, Li Zhuangtai couldn’t help saying.
“Senior sister, the fragrance on your body can neutralize the cold yin energy inside me. The more I smell it, the faster it will be dissolved.”
Wei Yang said hurriedly, drunk with pleasure as he rubbed his face over Li Zhuangtai’s gray-stockinged feet.
“Is... is that so... ahhh, how can this be... why does this feel so good...”
Li Zhuangtai had no understanding whatsoever of relations between men and women. No one had ever taught her, and all this time she had devoted herself wholeheartedly to cultivation.
“Ah, you... don’t... don’t lick... it feels so strange...”
Suddenly, Li Zhuangtai saw Wei Yang open his mouth and lick at the toes of her right foot through the gray stocking, and she cried out loudly.
“Senior sister, the cold yin energy in me is almost gone... just a little longer.”
Wei Yang said quickly. At a time like this, how could he possibly stop?
And as Wei Yang licked, he felt the surge of true energy inside him growing faster and faster, while the iron-hard rod below him became increasingly stiff.
“Ah... mmnh... my toes are wet... they’re all your spit...”
Li Zhuangtai could not help moaning again and again, her eyes becoming hazy. At the same time, she kept pressing her right foot into Wei Yang’s mouth. The moment that wet tongue slid across her gray-stockinged toes, she felt an unprecedented pleasure.
“Mmm, so fragrant, such a fragrant beautiful foot... and sweat too...”
Wei Yang’s tongue slid across all five toes, and he let out a pleased sound.
Then he took all of Li Zhuangtai’s right toes into his mouth, soaking her five toes with saliva. After licking and sucking them for a while, he used his teeth to tear open the gray stocking over her toes, and when the fair toes were revealed, he licked them again.
“Mm...”
Li Zhuangtai let out another moan that made one unable to stop, while her five toes twitched in Wei Yang’s mouth, crossing and brushing against that wet tongue again and again.
Wei Yang poured his whole heart into it, licking and sucking each fair toe dozens of times. After a while, Li Zhuangtai’s toes were already slick with his saliva.
“Senior sister, do you feel the true energy inside you growing?”
As he licked, Wei Yang asked.
“Ahhh... yes, for some reason the true energy in Senior Sister’s body is suddenly growing...”
Li Zhuangtai said between moans. At the same time, her fair fingers moved faster and faster over Wei Yang’s groin, and a wet sensation appeared below.
“Senior sister, this is the method I cultivate. As long as we’re in close physical contact, both of us can improve our cultivation.”
Wei Yang said, then lifted Li Zhuangtai’s left foot and pressed it against his cheek, rubbing it continuously.
Hiss, hiss...
Wei Yang inhaled the fragrance from Li Zhuangtai’s gray-stockinged foot in big gulps while extending his tongue to lick the soles of both her feet.
Li Zhuangtai’s feet were already drenched in fragrant sweat, and the gray fabric had been soaked through completely.
The more fragrant sweat seeped out, the more Wei Yang felt an unprecedented thrill.
“What are you... doing!”
Just then, a sharp voice rang out.
Wei Yang’s licking stopped abruptly, and he looked up to see a peerlessly beautiful woman standing not far away, trembling as she stared at the two of them.
It was none other than their master, Feng Aoxian.
Li Zhuangtai came back to herself, and Feng Aoxian’s figure appeared in her line of sight.
“Ah... Master...”
Li Zhuangtai hurriedly pulled her feet out of Wei Yang’s mouth, then tore her right hand free from the iron-hard rod below Wei Yang and quickly stood up.
“Master... Junior Brother was struck by Black Yin cold energy just now. Your disciple was helping him expel it!”
Li Zhuangtai’s voice trembled.
“Yanger, you’re being far too brazen!”
Feng Aoxian looked at Wei Yang with a darkened face, furious and icy cold.
“Master... disciple... disciple knows his mistake...”
Wei Yang said softly.
“Master, it’s this disciple’s fault. If Junior Brother hadn’t wanted to pick the Three-Inch Time Flower for me, he wouldn’t have been invaded by the Black Yin Jade Python’s cold yin energy. Disciple... disciple could use this method to help Junior Brother expel the cold yin energy.”
Li Zhuangtai said hastily.
Feng Aoxian swept a cold gaze over Wei Yang, then let it settle on Li Zhuangtai.
“You think using this sort of method to expel cold yin energy is acceptable? Have you ruined your own head from cultivation?”
Feng Aoxian said coldly.
“Master... wuwu...”
Li Zhuangtai began crying pitifully. She did not understand why her master was scolding her like this when she had clearly done nothing wrong.
“Senior sister, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”
Wei Yang hurried over to Li Zhuangtai and wiped the tears from her face with his fingers.
Li Zhuangtai’s heart was instantly flooded with endless tenderness.
Seeing this, Feng Aoxian’s anger only grew. For some reason, an inexplicable emotion kept rising in her heart, as if something that had always belonged to her had been snatched away by someone else.
“Go to the Divine Maiden Hall and reflect on your mistakes. Tonight, Master will come punish you properly.”
Feng Aoxian said to Wei Yang in a cold voice.
“Yes, Master.”
Wei Yang lowered his head and answered, then whispered into Li Zhuangtai’s ear:
“Senior sister, don’t worry. If Master wants to punish someone, I’ll bear it alone. I absolutely won’t let you be wronged.”
“Why aren’t you leaving already!”
Seeing Wei Yang and Li Zhuangtai whispering to each other, Feng Aoxian grew even angrier.
Wei Yang hurried off toward the Divine Maiden Hall where Feng Aoxian lived.
Watching Wei Yang’s back, Feng Aoxian let out a soft sigh. When she had seen Wei Yang licking Li Zhuangtai’s feet just now, she had immediately thought of what happened last night.
That scene made an indescribable emotion stir in her chest.
“Tao’er, you’ve always been immersed in cultivation. It’s normal that you don’t understand matters between men and women.”
Feng Aoxian spoke up. “It seems Master will have to explain those matters to you in the future.”
Feng Aoxian understood very clearly that Li Zhuangtai had no concept at all of relations between men and women. Fortunately, the one taking advantage this time was Wei Yang, whom she regarded as her own son.
If it had been someone else, what then?
“Master!”
Li Zhuangtai threw herself into Feng Aoxian’s arms and cried. After so many years, it was the first time the always proud and cold Li Zhuangtai had cried so bitterly.
“All right, all right, Master spoke too harshly.”
“Master, can you not blame Junior Brother?”
Li Zhuangtai looked up at her.
“Ah, first take the Black Yin Jade Python’s inner core. Fortunately, that Black Yin Jade Python was not high-grade, or else Master truly would have never seen the two of you again.”
That night, inside the Divine Maiden Hall of Fengxuan Palace, Feng Aoxian slowly walked in.
“Come inside with Master.”
Wei Yang looked up and saw Feng Aoxian. At that moment, she was wearing a semi-transparent red off-shoulder gauze dress, ultra-thin transparent black stockings on her legs, white embroidered shoes on her feet, and her long black hair tied behind her back.
For a moment, Wei Yang stared at her in a daze.
“What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come in.”
At Feng Aoxian’s words, Wei Yang snapped out of it and quickly followed her inside.
This was Feng Aoxian’s bedroom. It was filled with fragrance, and a bright red bed stood at the very center of the chamber.
“Kneel!”
Feng Aoxian sat on the bright red bed, lifting one foot. Her black-stockinged foot was hooked loosely in a white embroidered shoe that swayed gently, as if it were about to slip off her toes.
The sight made Wei Yang stare straight ahead, his breathing turning ragged.
A teasing look surfaced in Feng Aoxian’s eyes. This damn disciple really was a lecher.
“I’ll let what happened during the day go for now, but I don’t want there to be a next time.”
Feng Aoxian said in a cool voice, while moving her raised right foot slightly closer to Wei Yang.
“Yes, Master!”
Wei Yang replied.
“As for the Yin-Yang Longevity Art you’re cultivating, Master has studied it. It really is a method that benefits both sides.”
Hearing Feng Aoxian’s words, Wei Yang’s face lit up. “Master, then I...”
“What are you thinking?”
Feng Aoxian’s expression turned cold. “From now on, you are not allowed to have close contact with Tao’er. Do you understand?”
“But... disciple also wants to raise his cultivation quickly.”
“Even so, you are not allowed to have close contact with Tao’er.”
For some reason, Feng Aoxian grew angry again. “What Master says is not allowed, is not allowed.”
“Yes, yes, Master.”
Wei Yang did not dare defy Feng Aoxian.
“Wash Master’s feet.”
Feng Aoxian suddenly said.
Wei Yang froze for a moment, then nodded and stood up, heading out of the sleeping palace.
"What are you doing?"
Feng Aoxian looked at him coldly.
"I’m going to fetch water so I can wash your feet, Master?"
Wei Yang said, puzzled.
"What water are you fetching? Don’t you like licking feet?"
"Tonight, you’ll use that tongue of yours to wash your master’s feet..."
Even Feng Aoxian herself was surprised that such shameless words had come out of her mouth.
But who was she? She was the palace lord, always lofty, cold, and proud. If she wanted to completely take Wei Yang into her grasp, she would never care about something like this.
"Ah..."
Wei Yang looked at her in shock.
"Y-yes, yes..."
He reacted at once, rushing over and grabbing Feng Aoxian’s pale foot.
"Kneel down. If your master lets you lick, then you may lick."
"Do you understand?"
Feng Aoxian stared coldly at Wei Yang.
"Yes, Master."
Wei Yang nodded and knelt before her.
Feng Aoxian’s expression was somewhat conflicted, her cheeks flushed bright red. After hesitating for a moment, she lifted her right foot in its white embroidered shoe and set it against Wei Yang’s face.
"For now, you’re only allowed to smell it, not lick it. Understand?"
Feng Aoxian said again.
Wei Yang hurriedly nodded, then pressed his nose to the white embroidered shoe. A fierce foot scent surged up at once, mixed with a trace of sweat and that special fragrance unique to a mature woman, all of it continuously flooding into his nostrils.
He couldn’t help rubbing his cheek against the sole and the upper of Feng Aoxian’s shoe.
"How is it? Does your master’s foot have a smell? It’s been a whole day since I washed it."
Feng Aoxian looked at him with curiosity.
"Mm, it’s all the scent this disciple likes."
Seeing Wei Yang so intoxicated, Feng Aoxian let out a sigh. "Yang’er, from now on your master can let you lick my feet every night, but you’re not allowed to go bother your senior sister anymore. Do you understand?"
"Master, why?"
Wei Yang asked in confusion.
"No reason. I just don’t like you touching other women."
Feng Aoxian said sternly. As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt her tone had become a little too severe.
So she gently pressed her left foot in its white embroidered shoe against Wei Yang’s face, while her right foot in its white shoe rubbed lightly against his chest, and she looked down at him from above.
"From now on, you’re only allowed to smell and lick your master’s feet."
"I understand, Master."
"Good. Use your mouth to take my shoes off."
At that, Wei Yang opened his mouth and gently bit down on the white embroidered shoe. After both shoes came off, Feng Aoxian’s exquisite black-stockinged feet were revealed.
The pale red nail polish on her toes gleamed brightly, and the rich scent of her feet made Wei Yang hard all over again.
"Open your mouth and take her in."
Feng Aoxian’s expression remained calm, but a trace of barely perceptible affection flickered in her eyes. Then her five black-stockinged toes shifted lightly and pressed against Wei Yang’s lips.
"Mmng..."
When Wei Yang took one of her black-stockinged toes into his mouth, Feng Aoxian couldn’t help letting out a soul-stirring moan.
If the disciples of Fengxuan Palace had seen this scene, their eyes would have popped right out of their heads.
The Feng Aoxian who had always stood so high above everyone else, like a fairy descending from the heavens, was actually showing such a seductive side.
Wei Yang’s tongue was unbelievably wet as he softly licked over the black stocking.
He wanted to savor this delicacy carefully.
"Can... can you call your master... mother?"
Feng Aoxian looked at Wei Yang with a hazy gaze. The more she looked, the deeper the tremor in her heart became, and hidden within that maternal tenderness was an especially strange desire.
"Mo... mother..."
Wei Yang’s gaze met Feng Aoxian’s, as if a strange desire had erupted from within her body.
"Ah... ahh..."
Feng Aoxian’s moans gradually grew louder. Those two words, mother, had drawn out the possessive longing buried deep in her heart.
"Mother, your child will wash your feet with his tongue."
Wei Yang continued, then buried himself between Feng Aoxian’s pair of black-stockinged feet and licked like mad.
At that moment, a peerlessly lovely woman was secretly watching the scene from outside the sleeping palace.
That woman was Wei Yang’s senior sister, Li Zhuangtai.
Watching Wei Yang lick his master’s black-stockinged feet, Li Zhuangtai’s eyes were full of confusion.
As Wei Yang kept licking, the voyeur felt as if the gray stockings wrapped around her own feet had also started to grow damp.
It was as if a great deal of fragrant sweat had seeped out.