Chapter 5: Proving My Dao Through Spiritual Dual Cultivation

Buzz...

A violent, trembling hum rang out through the void and shook heaven and earth, then a mass of pink and white currents tangled together.

At this moment, the two utterly different spiritual senses, each carrying a strange power, had completely entered a state of perfect mingling.

Threads of true qi kept forming pink rings that appeared one after another, encircling the light sphere and gradually shaping it into a ball. Then a sheet of white voidlike filaments seeped out, wrapping around the outside of the white sphere.

Little by little, the white filaments of emptiness wrapped the pink sphere in a way that looked strangely eerie.

"Mmmh..."

Just then, a faint moan suddenly came from inside the sphere, sounding exactly like the intoxicating cry a woman might make at the height of sex.

At the same time, the sphere spun faster and faster, dragging the surrounding space into a twisting spiral. An eerie surge of air burst in all directions, and after a moment the sound slowly settled back down.

Right now, Wei Yang's consciousness was in a half-dreaming, half-awake state. He felt as if he had entered some bizarre condition, one that made the thoughts inside his mind feel indescribably pleasant, far more pleasurable than licking Master Feng Aoxian's silk-clad, beautiful feet by a hundred times over.

And the other woman entangled with him kept letting out soft moans through her spiritual sense.

"No..."

At that moment, a sharp shout rang out, and then Wei Yang's spiritual sense was struck by a palm from the void. Under that force, the body formed from spiritual consciousness shattered through the sphere and was sent crashing away.

The outlines of the two bodies could only be seen vaguely, with no features at all, but Wei Yang still caught a very distinctive fragrance in the air, and his heart thudded wildly.

"A yin-yang dual cultivation of spiritual consciousness?"

Wei Yang froze slightly, thinking in disbelief. But after a moment he still wasn't sure. How could he have performed spiritual dual cultivation with a stranger? How had the dual cultivation happened, how had the other party's spiritual sense been made to attract his, and who exactly was she?

He knew none of it.

Then the blurred figure floating opposite him slowly came into Wei Yang's vision. He looked carefully, but he truly could not make out any shape at all.

What shocked Wei Yang, however, was that he discovered the remaining eight major acupoints in his body had actually all been opened.

Before this, he had only opened the first level, the Shenque acupoint. Now the second level, the Weilu acupoint, the third level, the Yongquan acupoint, the fourth level, the Renying acupoint, the fifth level, the Guanyuan acupoint, the sixth level, the Danzhong acupoint, the seventh level, the Yintang acupoint, the eighth level, the Taiyuan acupoint, and the ninth level, the Shenting acupoint.

All eight remaining major acupoints had been opened.

With the nine acupoints opened, it meant he could enter the fixed-acupoint realm.

How long had it been? From the first Shenque acupoint to opening all nine major acupoints, at most it had only taken one day and one night, and yet something this miraculous had happened.

Could it be because of the Yin-Yang Longevity Art?

No...

Thinking of that, Wei Yang immediately shook his head. It wasn't only because of that. The Yin-Yang Longevity Art was indeed powerful, but one day and one night alone could never have produced such rapid progress.

He recalled the moment just now when his spiritual sense had intertwined with the other party's. That was an incomparably pleasurable feeling, as if his very soul were about to be sublimated, while he also felt a steady stream of true qi pour into his spiritual sense and then feed back into his main body, greatly aiding the impact on the remaining eight acupoints.

"Looks like that's the reason. Wandering through the void, spiritual senses crossing and interweaving... the other party is very likely majoring in a yin-yang cultivation art centered on spiritual dual cultivation..."

Wei Yang thought. With so many years of cultivation in the Great Xuan Realm, he could sense how terrifying the other party's technique was. But at the same time, he knew very well that a cultivation art that directly transmitted true qi through spiritual sense would definitely have a huge flaw. The fact that the other party could use it so carelessly meant she probably regarded him as a furnace cauldron.

Once her cultivation reached completion, all of his own years of hard-won power might end up being turned into her wedding robe.

Wei Yang looked up in shock and saw that voidlike body appear before him once more, so he quickly retreated.

He was a little scared now. If the other side drained his spiritual sense dry, everything would be over.

At the moment their spiritual senses had interwoven, he had already felt an irresistible suction force on his spiritual sense. His cultivation level had surged, yes, but the energy in his spiritual sense had been reduced quite a bit.

"What a vicious method..."

Wei Yang took a deep breath, only to have his chest slammed hard again by a palm.

Bang!

His voidlike body instantly collapsed and disappeared from that space.

After Wei Yang's body vanished, the other side finally looked at the empty space before her with slight surprise.

"Ah... it hurts!"

Wei Yang crawled up from the bed. Outside, it was already bright. One night had passed like a blink of an eye.

"It really was the whole night?"

Wei Yang looked out at the scene beyond the room in surprise, then his body trembled and a fierce suction force suddenly surged from the nine acupoints that had been opened.

Vast true qi roared through his body like a surging river.

Wei Yang felt a wave of shock rise in his heart, and a rebounding force, like endless rolling tides, crashed straight into his mind.

His true qi was completely thrown into disorder, surging wildly inside his chest. A suffocating pressure crashed into his thoughts, and he hurriedly adjusted his breathing, only stabilizing himself after a long while.

Then, buzz buzz buzz buzz...

A rumbling explosion burst out in his spiritual sense, as if heaven and earth itself were being opened for the first time!

A vast, dull sound rang through his heart like celestial music, and then his thoughts swept violently, while hurricane-like cries flooded through his spiritual sense.

Light stabbed into his eyes in several blinding flashes, and the scenes that had never before appeared inside his body were now reflected in his thoughts.

He saw one of the acupoints being violently torn open by true qi with overwhelming force, and all the true qi immediately surged toward that acupoint.

He recognized it. That was the Shenque acupoint, also called the lower dantian, located within the Guanyuan area three cun below the navel, the place where essence was stored.

"I broke through, this is... the fixed-acupoint realm?"

Wei Yang shook violently. The reason it was called the fixed-acupoint realm was because the body's major acupoints had to be opened, and together with the sea of qi, they had to form a circulating current of true qi.

Rise and fall, cycle without end, and only then could life flow on endlessly.

As long as one opened nine major joints and acupoints within the body, and stabilized those nine acupoints while linking them to the sea of qi to form a circulation of true qi...

He had now broken through to that step.

The impact continued, again and again.

Light emerged inside the Shenque acupoint, gathering into a point. Carried by an incomparably powerful force, it burst forth in an instant with ten thousand rays of brilliance.

His spiritual sense was not affected by the blinding halo. He controlled the true qi and drove it straight toward the condensed point!

"The nine major acupoints, connect!"

Wei Yang's sword-like brows lifted, his eyes exploding with sharp light as he let out a low shout.

All the true qi surged into the nine opened acupoints on his body.

His body trembled, and countless streams of qi fed back from the point of light, linking with the sea of qi inside him, until some mysterious resonance echoed between them.

The fixed-acupoint realm was complete.

Wei Yang sat cross-legged, feeling out the power of the fixed-acupoint realm.

The reason he had been able to break through so smoothly was partly because of the Yin-Yang Longevity Art, but the biggest factor was still last night's inexplicable spiritual dual cultivation.

Still, he found himself savoring the dreamlike scene from last night. That feeling, though only a union of spiritual senses, seemed to be no different from physical fusion.

By the time he had stabilized his fixed-acupoint realm, he discovered that his lower body had swollen again like an iron rod.

Spiritual sense was spiritual sense; the body was the body. No matter how pleasurable it felt in his mind, his physical body still had nowhere to vent it.

But he did not care. He let the swelling in his lower body be, because he had discovered that by cultivating the Yin-Yang Longevity Art, he could control the flow and gathering of heat in that place.

As long as he did not release it himself, he could keep this state for hours, even more than ten hours.

"What a happy sort of trouble. But what exactly is Master thinking?"

Wei Yang could not help sinking into thought. During last night's exchange with Master Feng Aoxian, especially her idea of making his mother Liu Xuanyin her own, he had felt both a burning itch and a deep, puzzling confusion.

"Could it be that Master and Mother... have some kind of grudge?"

He was only guessing from his instincts. If that guess was true, then what should he choose?

After all, Liu Xuanyin was his birth mother, and until the reason for his father Wei Ming's death was made clear, he did not want to act rashly.

"Let's leave it at that for now. I'll take it one step at a time..."

Wei Yang shook his head, then entered cultivation once again.

In the Li Dynasty, at Guanzizai Ward, in Xuannu Hall, in the ward mistress's bedchamber.

On the bed lay an incomparably beautiful woman wearing a sheer pink silk nightgown, and on her legs she had already changed into thin white stockings.

"Mm..."

At that moment, the woman let out a soft murmur. Her beautiful eyes slowly opened, and a flash of brilliance passed through them.

"Was it... a dream?"

She whispered to herself, thinking of the scene from last night that had felt half real, half dreamlike. Then she felt a wet sensation between her legs.

She immediately sat up and looked down at her damp lower body, her face turning bright red.

"So this is spiritual dual cultivation?"

"It actually made me feel this restless... that sensation seemed even more intense than what I felt back then with Wei Ming in bed..."

"But who exactly was the one inserted into the imprint palace? I simply couldn't sense it at all."

She could not help sinking into thought.

"Why does that person's aura make me feel so familiar, and yet I didn't even instinctively reject it at the time... It's really strange..."

She could not figure it out, and in the end could only attribute it to the Yin-Yang Fundamental Scripture of the Heart Seal.

"No matter who it was, I'll decide whether to do spiritual dual cultivation with him after I find him."

She could not help savoring last night's spiritual dual cultivation again, unable to forget it for a long time.

"Mother, the Eighth Prince is already waiting in the main hall."

Just then, Liu Jingyao walked in. After seeing her beautiful mother in front of her, she froze slightly. She felt as if the other woman had spent the whole night in bed, her expression satisfied, carrying a kind of dazed languor she had never seen before.

"I know. Mother will change clothes and go over."

The ward mistress nodded expressionlessly, then stepped barefoot across the floor and walked to the side.

...

"Junior Brother?"

The door was pushed open, and a young-looking girl walked in, wearing a pink gauze long dress, her long hair tied back behind her, with white sheer stockings on her legs.

She looked at Wei Yang, who was sitting cross-legged in cultivation, and then walked over.

Wei Yang caught a fragrant breeze and opened his eyes to see the girl before him.

"Senior Sister."

Wei Yang called softly, though his gaze flicked down to Li Zhuangtai's beautiful feet in her pink embroidered shoes.

It seemed she noticed it, but Li Zhuangtai did not care. Instead, a strange feeling rose in her heart. This junior brother seemed to really like her beautiful feet.

"Junior Brother, Master wants you to come over."

Li Zhuangtai said in a cool, flat tone. Although she was still as cold as ever, it seemed that after what happened yesterday, she was no longer her usual distant, unapproachable self.

"Oh? What is it about?"

Wei Yang asked in confusion.

Li Zhuangtai shook her head. "Let's go."

She instinctively took Wei Yang's right hand, then looked startled and quickly pulled it back.

"Wait, Senior Sister, I haven't washed up yet..."

Saying that, Wei Yang sniffed the scent lingering on his right hand and turned to wash up.

A moment later, Wei Yang walked back over.

Li Zhuangtai sat quietly on the bed, seemingly lost in thought.

"Senior Sister, what are you thinking about?"

Wei Yang walked over and embraced Li Zhuangtai, burying his face in her full, fair chest.

"What are you doing?"

Li Zhuangtai gave him a cold look.

"Oh, Senior Sister, what's wrong with your junior brother giving you a hug?"

Wei Yang chuckled.

"No hugging. You are not allowed to hug me ever again."

Li Zhuangtai seemed to regain that cool expression.

"Your junior brother doesn't just want a hug, he wants a kiss too."

"You dare!"

Li Zhuangtai gave a soft reprimand, but she still did not break free from Wei Yang's arms. It seemed that, deep down, she was also enjoying the happiness of being held in her junior brother's embrace.

"Mm-hmm..."

Li Zhuangtai let out a soft moan, feeling a moist, warm sensation on her ear.

Wei Yang gently licked Li Zhuangtai's ear, which had already turned pink, while inhaling the body fragrance drifting from her neck.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to hit you."

Li Zhuangtai struggled lightly in Wei Yang's arms, but she felt utterly weak all over.

"Senior Sister, could you bear to?"

Wei Yang gently turned Li Zhuangtai's head around, then pressed his own face against hers and slowly rubbed against her.

His lips lightly brushed Li Zhuangtai's bright red, wet mouth.

"L-let go of me... If Master finds out, she'll punish us."

Li Zhuangtai said, her body trembling slightly.

"Master is Master, Senior Sister is Senior Sister. I like Senior Sister."

Wei Yang's words made Li Zhuangtai shiver softly, her eyes growing hazy.

"J-junior Brother... between a man and a woman... what is love?"

Li Zhuangtai asked in confusion. She had always known only cultivation, and knew nothing about such things.

"Love is me always thinking about you, Senior Sister. When something makes me happy, I want to share it with you. When something makes me sad, I want to tell it to you. And whenever I think of you, Senior Sister, I feel this wonderful happiness."

"Senior Sister, have you ever thought about me?"

"As for me, your junior brother, I've been thinking about you every night for years."

Wei Yang moved his head down to Li Zhuangtai's full chest and opened his mouth to take in the mound covered by her gauzy clothes.

Soft, fragrant, delicious. The sensation flooded Wei Yang's nose, and he immediately sucked it in greedily.

"Ahh... mm... no..."

Li Zhuangtai instantly started moaning. Her whole body tingled with numb pleasure, especially the pair of full breasts, where it felt as if a current were surging inside them.

"Senior Sister, let me take a bite."

Wei Yang raised his head and looked at Li Zhuangtai, whose face was already flushed red, then said it aloud.

"Take... take what?"

Li Zhuangtai stared at him blankly.

"Your tits..."

"You... you're so vulgar. N-no... that's not allowed..."

Before she could even finish speaking, Wei Yang had already stripped off Li Zhuangtai's clothes, revealing a pair of huge, round, full white breasts wrapped in a white bra.

"Mm..."

Wei Yang buried his whole face in those full breasts, then kept licking through the white lace bra with his mouth.

Each lick soaked the bra with saliva, and then he slowly shifted, quickly licking along the valley between her breasts.

"Mmm... ah... stop... hurry and stop, hnngh... ahh... you bastard, if Master finds out... you're done for..."

As she spoke, Li Zhuangtai let out broken moans one after another.

"Senior Sister, are you worried about me?"

Wei Yang raised his head and looked at Li Zhuangtai.

Li Zhuangtai was looked at by Wei Yang's affectionate gaze, and her heart started pounding wildly. The red blush on her face had already climbed all the way to her neck.

"Who... who's worried about you?"

Li Zhuangtai immediately turned her head away and stopped looking at him.

"Heh, Senior Sister, just enjoy it. If Master does punish anyone, she'll punish me."

Wei Yang lifted both hands and, from behind Li Zhuangtai, unhooked her bra. At once, a pair of fair, tempting breasts bounced free.

Perky, full, plump, with the nipples standing up, carrying a faint sheen of sweat.

"Senior Sister, they're so big!"

Wei Yang looked at Li Zhuangtai's face.

"D-don't... don't talk... if you keep talking... I'll hit you..."

Li Zhuangtai covered her face with both hands and collapsed back onto the bed.

She immediately felt a moist, slippery sensation on the left breast, and her whole delicate body tightened up at once.

Then her breasts became even more lifted, and the nipples hardened upright.

Wei Yang raised his head and looked carefully at the pair of fair breasts. His saliva had already dampened the nipples, and then his right hand closed around Li Zhuangtai's right areola and gently kneaded it.

"Mm-hmm..."

Li Zhuangtai suppressed her moans, feeling a warm, fair little hand completely covering her right breast. Then she felt Wei Yang's tongue tracing circles gently over the left nipple, the stiff little peak trembling nonstop as his tongue kept teasing it.

She did not dare cry out, and could only keep her bright red lips tightly shut.

"Such fragrant breasts... I want to swallow them whole."

After licking them for a while, Wei Yang opened his mouth and took in half of the left nipple, letting saliva and nipple come fully into contact.

"Hnngh... mm-ah... ah..."

"Junior Brother, so full... so hot... ah, don't bite..."

Li Zhuangtai gave a soft cry when she found Wei Yang's teeth lightly biting her nipple.

Wei Yang released the nipple he had been gently biting, then lifted his right hand, caught Li Zhuangtai's palm, and placed her hand on her right breast.