Feng Aoxian's Past, Her Special Kind of Revenge

Feng Aoxian held her finger in front of Wei Yang's eyes. The glossy saliva on it didn't drip down; instead, it stayed steady between her two fingers.

"Yang'er, what are you waiting for..."

"Do you want Mother to bring the saliva to your mouth herself?"

Feng Aoxian said with a bashful smile.

At that moment, Wei Yang was already stunned, completely unable to tell whether this was simply Feng Aoxian's true nature or the influence of the Yin-Yang Longevity Art.

But who cared.

Wei Yang opened his mouth and took Feng Aoxian's finger in, the sweet taste of that saliva growing even richer and lifting his whole body into a dizzy, euphoric haze.

"Sss... sss... sss..."

Wei Yang licked quickly over Feng Aoxian's finger, unwilling to waste a single drop.

Only after he had swallowed every trace of her saliva did he look up at Feng Aoxian.

"Mother, your son still wants more..."

"Wants what?"

Feng Aoxian lowered her gaze to him, a smile curling at the corner of her lips, as if she wanted to tease this disciple she loved to the bone.

"I... I want Mother's saliva..."

Wei Yang licked Feng Aoxian's finger again, working slowly from her fingers to the palm and into the gaps between them.

"Just saliva?"

"Don't you also want to taste Mother's foot sweat?"

Feng Aoxian pouted, adorable beyond reason.

"Ah, I... I want it all."

Wei Yang hurriedly answered, though he did not stop licking Feng Aoxian's finger.

"Is that so... then Mother will reluctantly satisfy this little lecher of hers."

As she spoke, Feng Aoxian did not pull her finger from Wei Yang's mouth. It was as if she wanted to let him lick as much as possible.

At the same time, she bent her left leg up, placed it on the bed, and then made a motion that sent Wei Yang's blood surging.

Feng Aoxian lowered her head above the toes of her left foot, then spat every drop of liquid in her mouth onto them.

The saliva slid softly, gradually flowing from the top of her toes and into the spaces between them.

When she was done, Feng Aoxian lifted her left foot and offered it to Wei Yang.

"Lick it. Let you taste something different."

Feng Aoxian giggled.

Wei Yang felt as if he was about to explode. The usually cold and proud mistress now looked just like a wanton woman.

He stared at the gorgeous foot offered to him and took it into his mouth.

"Sluurp, slurp, slurp..."

A fierce sucking and licking sound rang out. The sweet saliva mixed with the smell of sweat from her feet, creating a flavor unlike anything else.

"Slurp, slurp..."

The licking continued, each toe being licked dozens of times.

Feng Aoxian watched Wei Yang like that, looking at him as he licked her beautiful foot while soft sounds escaped her own mouth.

"Oh... Yang'er is so good at licking. Mother’s toes are almost sore from how much you've licked them..."

"Mmnh... oh..."

"Mother, I still want more..."

Wei Yang looked at Feng Aoxian and said, opening his mouth slightly toward her.

"No. Letting you do this already crosses the line. You can't lick Mother's mouth."

Feng Aoxian shook her head. "Still, Mother can let you have the saliva..."

"Lower your head. Open your mouth wide."

After Wei Yang took up the posture to receive her saliva, Feng Aoxian worked her crimson, soft tongue between her teeth for a while. Then she leaned forward and looked down at him from above.

"Bad boy, you won't even let go of Mother's saliva."

"If it were your real mother, would she let you lick her feet and drink her saliva?"

At Feng Aoxian's words, Wei Yang's whole body jolted.

Seeing his expression, Feng Aoxian snorted. "So you really do have ideas about your mother. Your sick, mother-obsessed desire is enough to give Mother a headache."

As she spoke, saliva slowly dripped from her mouth, one drop, two drops, three drops.

Every drop fell straight into Wei Yang's mouth.

"I won't allow you to think about that heartless woman. Otherwise I'll never let you taste my feet or my saliva again..."

Feng Aoxian looked at Wei Yang seriously.

"This disciple has only you in his heart, Master."

Wei Yang said.

"Hmph. A man's words..."

Feng Aoxian continued feeding saliva into Wei Yang's mouth. After a long while, all of it had been swallowed clean.

"All right, this master's saliva has been completely eaten by you, little troublemaker."

Feng Aoxian said, then glanced at him again. "No saliva left, and no sweet foot sweat either."

"And... that thing..."

Wei Yang's eyes drifted toward the space between Feng Aoxian's legs.

"No. You can't lick there."

Feng Aoxian shook her head.

"Oh..."

Wei Yang said in disappointment.

"Forget it. I'll give you another way instead."

As she spoke, Feng Aoxian placed both hands on her hips and pulled off the white silk undergarment.

It was an extremely sexy white lace sheer pair of panties, already soaked through.

Wei Yang's eyes widened as he stared hard at the underwear, sexy to the extreme.

After arriving in the Great Xuan Realm for several years, he had always been puzzled. This world somehow had all kinds of ultra-thin stockings and panties that only existed in his previous life, yet there were no high heels or cheongsams and the like.

He had once guessed that perhaps some Earthling had also crossed into this world in the past and created stockings and panties like these.

So he had always wondered whether he should also make high heels, cheongsams, lingerie, and other things from his previous life.

When he came back to himself from his thoughts, Feng Aoxian had already placed the soaked, sexy white lace sheer panties before Wei Yang's eyes.

Wei Yang reached out and took them.

"Lick them right here. I'll still have to wear them after you're done."

Feng Aoxian's face was red to the roots of her ears.

"Mm."

Wei Yang brought them up to his nose. There was a faint fishy, lewd scent, not too strong. After smelling it for a while, he stuck out his tongue and started licking.

As he licked, his gaze remained on Feng Aoxian.

Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly between them.

Feng Aoxian felt an unbearable itch deep between her legs. Unable to help herself, she clamped her thighs together and rubbed the inner side of her thighs against her slit.

"Lick... lick the part that covers this master's lower body!"

Feng Aoxian looked at Wei Yang in a dazed, intoxicated state.

Wei Yang turned the white lace panties over, found the sheer patch covering Feng Aoxian's slit, and extended his tongue to lick it gently.

The damp, lewd scent rushed into his nose, making Wei Yang shudder. There was also a cooling, delicious moisture there, sweet, dirty, and fragrant all at once. Interwoven together, it was truly a delicacy beyond compare.

"It's soaked through..."

"Ah... how did you swallow it into your mouth."

Feng Aoxian covered her face in embarrassment, peeking through her fingers as she watched Wei Yang constantly suck and lick the part of her panties that covered her sex.

"The moisture... tastes good."

Wei Yang said in a ragged breath, "Licking this spot feels just like licking Master's slit..."

As he licked, he glanced down between Feng Aoxian's legs, but there was only darkness there; he could not see anything.

Still, the place where Feng Aoxian sat had already been soaked by the liquid dripping down.

Feng Aoxian looked a little conflicted, then lifted a hand and stirred it inside her slit.

"Mmnh..."

Another seductive moan rose up. She immediately pulled her finger out, coated with juice, and smeared it onto the lace panties in Wei Yang's mouth.

"Good?"

Feng Aoxian looked at him.

"Good... so good I want to eat it every day..."

"Dream on. From now on I'll only let you lick my feet. You won't get my saliva or my juice anymore."

Feng Aoxian snorted.

"All right, tasting it is enough. You really thought you could swallow the whole thing, huh?"

As she spoke, Feng Aoxian pulled the white lace panties from Wei Yang's mouth, then spread them open and saw that they were covered in saliva.

Her face was full of spring heat. After struggling for a moment, she finally put the panties back on.

The instant she did, she felt a warm stream of saliva seeping into her slit, making the juice there flow out in an endless trickle like water.

That stimulating feeling was something Feng Aoxian had never experienced in her life.

After putting the lace panties back on properly, Feng Aoxian straightened her clothes, then crawled onto the bed and lay down. She motioned to Wei Yang again.

"Come up. Keep this master company and talk for a while."

"All right, Master."

By now, the two of them had already slipped out of that mother-and-son state.

Wei Yang took off his shoes, climbed onto his master's bed, and as he drew near, Feng Aoxian wrapped him tightly in her arms.

Immediately, a scorching sensation of bare skin spread across Wei Yang's body. Her soft, full figure and large breasts pressed tightly against his chest.

Wei Yang buried his head against Feng Aoxian's fair neck, breathing in the scent of her hair and the warmth of her body.

At the same time, the iron shaft between Wei Yang's legs pressed tightly against Feng Aoxian's lower body. The moment they touched, Feng Aoxian could not help but let out the most exquisite moan: "Oh..."

"You little troublemaker!"

Feng Aoxian lightly slapped Wei Yang's butt with the hand that held him.

But that single slap made Wei Yang's hips sink downward, as if he had thrust in, making Feng Aoxian's whole body convulse.

"So... so stimulating..."

"You little brat, you only know how to bully your master."

Feng Aoxian said lovingly.

"Master, my heart belongs to you. It always will."

Wei Yang endured the constant friction below, rubbing between Feng Aoxian's thighs as he looked at her with eyes full of love.

"Mm. This master's heart understands."

Feng Aoxian said, "But I want to ask you something."

"Ask... what?"

Wei Yang panted as his cock rubbed against the slit between Feng Aoxian's thighs.

"If one day you meet your mother, will you abandon this master?"

Feng Aoxian stared tightly at Wei Yang, as if she wanted to read every emotion in his eyes.

"You are this son's mother. From now on I will love you, respect you, and do everything for you."

Wei Yang said earnestly, "No matter what happens, you will always be the most important person in this son's heart."

Feng Aoxian's gaze moved slightly. At this moment, she could feel Wei Yang's affection for her.

She had said before that Wei Yang had a twisted mother-obsessed desire, but Feng Aoxian herself was no less afflicted by a twisted son-obsessed desire.

Only, her face was like that of a celestial fairy, lofty and untouchable, while in her heart she had always hidden that craving for her son.

"Yang'er, hold this master tight."

Feng Aoxian suddenly said, moved to tenderness.

Wei Yang wrapped his arms around her back and held her tightly in his embrace.

"Yang'er, let this master tell you about the past."

Feng Aoxian brushed Wei Yang's cheek and ear with her hair as she spoke softly.

"I'm listening, Master."

After hearing Wei Yang's words, Feng Aoxian took a deep breath and said quietly:

"A very long time ago, this master had a son."

Those words made Wei Yang freeze at once.

"This... is that true?"

He looked at Feng Aoxian in disbelief.

"Little troublemaker, are you jealous that easily?"

Feng Aoxian giggled.

"No."

Wei Yang fell silent.

"Actually... he died many years ago..."

Feng Aoxian said with sadness.

"I'm sorry, Master. I stirred up your sad memories."

"No. It's been so many years that this master has long since moved past it. Besides, now I have you."

Feng Aoxian placed both hands on Wei Yang's cheeks and said.

"Mm. Then from now on, I will be your son."

"But Master, how did your son die?"

"It seems Fengxuan Palace never spread word that you once had a son?"

Wei Yang asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Everyone who knew about it is dead."

Feng Aoxian said in a low voice. "Back then he was killed by someone. Though this master slaughtered every enemy to the last, I still could not save my son."

"When Liu Xuanyin handed you to me ten years ago, do you know how furious I was?"

"If she had a son, yet didn't cherish him, then when she finally lost him, she would definitely regret it."

After hearing Feng Aoxian's words, Wei Yang finally said in a low voice:

"Did she... show even a little reluctance at the time?"

"What point is there in asking that now, Yang'er?"

"If Liu Xuanyin had shown even a little reluctance, how could she have abandoned you and left you alone?"

"And besides, she must have had her reasons. Since she was the one who killed your father, if she kept you at her side, not to mention whether she could safely return to Guanzizai Manor, even her own inner barrier would never be able to pass."

"The moment she saw you, she would inevitably be reminded of the fact that she had killed your father. By then, let alone cultivation, she would likely be tormented by an inner demon and fall into an irredeemable abyss."

"The Northern Sword Saint, famous across the Great Xuan back then, died just like that in a muddled, unexplained way."

Feng Aoxian shook her head.

Wei Yang fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said:

"Master, I want to find time to go back to the Northern Nation and take a look."

"Mm, that's fine. It's been ten years; it's about time to go back. Your father has been buried there all alone. That must have been unbearably lonely."

"Still, Yang'er, what do you think of Liu Xuanyin?"

Feng Aoxian asked.

"What do you mean?"

Wei Yang looked at her in confusion.

"This master means, do you want to take revenge on her and seek justice for your father and for yourself?"

"She's my biological mother. Am I supposed to kill her? Besides, I can't beat her."

Wei Yang shook his head. The name Namo Miaose Guanzizai alone was enough to cow half of Great Xuan, let alone the entire Guanzizai Manor behind her.

"Maybe you could... exact revenge without killing her."

A dark, calculating gleam suddenly flashed in Feng Aoxian's eyes as she came up with a wicked idea.

"How?"

"Take her for yourself... and make her suffer the pain of mother-son incest."

"This..."

Wei Yang froze at Feng Aoxian's words.

Though he had always been obsessed with his mother, he had never dared to act on it in reality. Being able to secretly lick Liu Xuanyin's black-stockinged beautiful feet in the dead of night had already satisfied him. He had never once thought of taking his biological mother, Liu Xuanyin, for himself.

But now that Feng Aoxian had said it this way, the mother-obsessed desire buried deep inside him seemed to expand without limit.

"This... how could that be... Besides, Master, haven't you always refused to let me get close to other women?"

Wei Yang said.

"Liu Xuanyin is different. This master just wants to see that self-righteous, imperious woman fall into the sea of desire."

"If one day you can make Liu Xuanyin submit beneath your hips, then this master won't care whether you get close to other women or not."

When Feng Aoxian said this, hatred surfaced in her eyes.

"Master, why?"

Wei Yang looked at Feng Aoxian, his expression conflicted.

"No reason. If you don't want to, this master won't force you."

Feng Aoxian said, pulling away from Wei Yang's embrace.

"Master, I..."

Wei Yang had not finished speaking before Feng Aoxian cut him off.

"All right, it's late. Let's leave it here for tonight."

"Think over my suggestion yourself. No matter what you decide, this master will support you."

Feng Aoxian knew she could not rush this. Otherwise, if she pushed Wei Yang too hard, it would only backfire.

"Oh..."

Wei Yang said in disappointment. The iron shaft below him was so swollen it was almost ready to burst out of his body.

Of course Feng Aoxian noticed the condition of Wei Yang's lower body.

"Without this master's permission, you're not allowed to shoot it out. Do you understand?"

Feng Aoxian said, staring at Wei Yang.

"Understood, Master."

Wei Yang said.

"Go back and rest."

At that moment, Feng Aoxian returned to the same cold, detached state she had shown before, utterly different from moments ago.

Wei Yang left the Divine Maiden Hall.

Only then did Feng Aoxian let out a long breath and collapse weakly onto the bed, streams of juice trickling from her slit onto the white lace panties.

A moment later, Feng Aoxian finally recovered a little strength, then felt the true qi rising steadily through her body with some surprise.

"My realm... is it about to break through?"

She was astonished. Wei Yang's Yin-Yang Longevity Art was actually this powerful?

By then Wei Yang had just returned to his quarters. After regulating his breathing for a moment, he felt the true qi in his body swell once more.

He was overjoyed. The improvement from the Yin-Yang Longevity Art was astonishingly fast.

So he entered cultivation.

Unknowingly, it was already deep night, but Wei Yang's consciousness was strangely wandering far beyond the mortal world.

"Am I in a dream?"

Wei Yang rubbed his eyes, uncertain. As his thoughts shifted, the world around him darkened again and torchlight flickered, making it seem unlike the human world.

But then a shadow flew past his eyes. It was a... soul.

No, a primordial spirit.

A translucent figure in the shape of a woman, impossible to make out clearly.

Only a special fragrance drifted from her, enough to tell that she was a woman of breathtaking beauty.

At the woman's waist, he saw a jade pendant. On it were the words: Bound in Marriage.

"Could it be a female cultivator from some immortal sect whose primordial spirit has left her body?"

At that moment, the woman flying ahead suddenly stopped and turned a cold, sharp gaze toward him.

Wei Yang felt as if he had been struck by lightning, frozen in place as though a thunderbolt had smashed into him from nowhere.

In that instant, Wei Yang felt an irresistible pull, directly drawing the woman's divine sense toward his own soul.

The woman's divine sense and Wei Yang's soul immediately fused together, giving rise to a force of will so powerful it could not be resisted, as if some great mark had been forcibly stamped into him.

"He is someone marked by the Seal Palace..."

The woman said in surprise. "Bad. The Heart Seal and the Two Palaces are beginning to merge..."

A moment later, the two divine senses were completely interwoven, no longer able to separate from one another.

Yin and yang joining, life and fate intermingling, the mingling of divine senses like water and milk: this was the fundamental method of the Heart Seal Cyclical Yin-Yang Scripture, known as dual cultivation.