Chapter 3: Namo Miaose Guanzizai, Liu Xuanyin

Inside the Xuannu Palace of Guanzizai Manor in the Li Dynasty.

A peerlessly beautiful woman lay lazily on the bed.

She wore a thin, exquisite brocade robe, with deep blue silk thread embroidered into the fabric in strange, powerful branches that stretched from the split hem of her skirt all the way up to her waist. A wide cyan sash cinched her slender middle, outlining a lithe figure and giving her an air of elegance without losing any of its nobility.

Over that she wore a pale-green open-front gauze robe, her soft breasts exposed. Her delicate features looked as if they had been carved by divine hands, her long fingers tipped with pale red nails that shimmered with a translucent sheen.

Her legs were fair and white. A pair of red embroidered shoes rested on her feet as she lightly rocked them back and forth, while the sheer white short stockings on her feet only added to the allure.

Every movement she made set the gauze robe swaying with a faint rippling shimmer. A jade pendant hung at her waist, lending her even more brightness and grace.

She was bright as a pearl, radiant as polished jade, and there was a faint coolness hidden between her brows.

Her thin eyebrows were like autumn water, her jade-white skin accompanied by a light breeze, drifting like pale clouds slipping out of a mountain peak, while a heroic spirit shone over all the world.

Her brows were tightly knit, and her stunning face seemed veiled in drifting mist, impossible to see clearly. Her exquisite red lips were outrageously seductive, carrying a mature, irresistible charm.

"Since you're here, come in."

At that moment, she suddenly spoke. Her brows furrowed slightly, and the entire Xuannu Palace seemed to fill with cold.

The girl standing outside the door could not help trembling all over. She hurried inside and knelt before the woman.

"Mother..."

"Yao'er, what is it?" the mature woman called mother asked, giving her a sidelong glance.

"The First Prince of the Li Dynasty wishes to request an audience with Mother," the girl called Yao'er replied.

"Li Fujian?"

"Refuse him!" the woman said, the indifference in her beautiful eyes deepening as she continued, "Tell him the next emperor of the Li family has already been decided. He should give up on this idea."

After saying that, the woman closed her eyes.

"Yes, Mother."

The girl left the Xuannu Palace with visible fear.

After she was gone, the mature woman, beautiful as a fairy, opened her eyes again, and a seductive glint turned in them.

"Li Taizai, for all your brilliance, you actually chose to support that worthless eldest prince this time."

"What a pity. If you make an enemy of this palace, then even with Sister Jinse on your side, this palace will still eliminate you..."

After muttering to herself for a while, the woman suddenly fell into thought.

This fairy-like woman was the current master of the renowned Guanzizai Manor, known to the world as Namo Miaose Guanzizai. As for her birth name, many people had long since forgotten it.

So much time had passed that even Guanzizai herself occasionally could not remember it.

It was not that she truly could not remember. She simply did not want to.

For the current master of Guanzizai Manor, that memory from the past was something she would never again wish to mention in her life.

And yet, for a peerless beauty like her, someone who had already reached the point of forgetting desire and love, there was still one thing she could not let go of.

That was the child she had abandoned back then.

For ten years she had never wanted to think of it on her own, but in her dreams, that child's figure always appeared.

So, in order to soothe the lack of maternal love in her heart, she had taken in an adopted daughter who called her mother.

That girl, who had just left, was Liu Jingyao, also the current saintess of Guanzizai Manor.

Even though she was her adopted daughter, over the years Guanzizai had remained as cold and unfeeling toward her as ever.

"Mother!"

At that moment, Liu Jingyao came back in again.

"Have you sent him away?" the manor master asked flatly, without opening her eyes.

"Mm," Liu Jingyao replied.

"Come here. My feet are a little sore."

The manor master suddenly said.

Liu Jingyao walked over at a leisurely pace. She was already used to this.

This Guanzizai Manor master, her adoptive mother, often had her massage her toes to ease the pressure in her body.

Liu Jingyao reached the bedside and used her fair little hands to take hold of the manor master's bright red embroidered shoes.

Once the shoes were removed, a special fragrance drifted from the ultra-thin white short stockings wrapping those beautiful feet.

Her hands stroked them lightly, then lifted the right foot and placed it against the chest that had fully matured into womanhood.

"Yao'er, does it smell sour?" the manor master suddenly asked.

Liu Jingyao was slightly stunned. She had not expected the manor master to ask that.

"Mother, it's fragrance," Liu Jingyao said, leaning in to sniff the feet in the sheer white stockings. The scent seeped into her nose.

"Mother, why are your feet so fragrant and beautiful?" Liu Jingyao praised. "Is there some special method?"

"When your Five Realms of Enchanting Heart Guanzizai break through to the Sea of Sorrows realm, you'll naturally understand."

"Mm, Mother, I... can I smell them again?"

Liu Jingyao's face suddenly turned crimson. She felt the fragrance of those two beautiful feet in front of her reaching an extreme, and every time she brought them to her nose, she could not help wanting to lick and suck them, but she did not dare.

"Hmm?"

The manor master suddenly opened her eyes, staring at Liu Jingyao's flushed face for a long while.

"Mother, this child was wrong." Liu Jingyao suddenly dropped to her knees in fear.

The manor master remained unmoved, her expression as cold and unfeeling as before.

But as she looked at Liu Jingyao, a fragment of memory she had never wanted to revisit suddenly flashed through her mind.

Ten years ago, that child of hers had also often sniffed her sheer-stockinged feet. Not only sniffed them, but licked them with a tongue as well.

She often woke from sleep with her toes being licked so thoroughly wet, only to open her eyes and see that child licking her beautiful feet with a look of utter infatuation.

She still remembered clearly how, back then, that child kept licking and sucking on her fair toes in his mouth.

"Yang'er, I hope you won't blame your mother..."

A nameless longing suddenly rose in the manor master's heart.

"Smell them!"

Liu Jingyao looked up in shock at the manor master, only to see her smiling at her with a smile she had never seen before.

"If you're going to smell them, then smell them properly. This mother doesn't mind."

"Yes, yes, Mother."

Liu Jingyao hurriedly answered, then lifted the manor master's feet again, pressed them together, and brought them to her nose to breathe in softly.

Watching Liu Jingyao sniffing her beautiful feet with such obsession, the manor master pressed the sole of her left foot against Liu Jingyao's cheek while the right foot gently kneaded her full breasts.

The two silk-covered feet moved back and forth.

"If I saw Yang'er again, would she still sniff them the way she did ten years ago, or even lick and suck this mother's beautiful feet?"

"No, I probably won't ever see her again in this life..."

Thinking of that, another inexplicable sense of loss rose in her heart.

"Yao'er, this mother will permit you to be shameless once."

The manor master's words made Liu Jingyao pause slightly, then she stuck out her wet, crimson tongue and kept licking the ultra-thin white stockings.

The toes of the left foot were already wet with saliva. Liu Jingyao greedily devoured those beautiful feet, all the while sniffing at their fragrance.

"Mm... ah..."

As her beautiful feet were licked, the manor master could not help letting out a soft moan between her exquisite red lips.

It seemed she wanted to ease the guilt she felt for the child she had abandoned through this method.

It even seemed as if she were treating Liu Jingyao, who was sucking and licking at her white-stockinged feet, as the child she had once left behind.

"Yang'er, don't hate Mother... I'll let you lick my feet. You have to forgive Mother, all right?"

As if speaking to herself, the manor master took the initiative to push all ten toes into Liu Jingyao's mouth.

The wet saliva, together with that tongue soft to an unimaginable degree, gave her a strange and utterly unfamiliar sensation.

At this moment, her longing for her child was transformed and poured onto her adopted daughter, Liu Jingyao.

"M-mother... Yang'er... who... who is Yang'er...?"

While sucking and licking the two white-stockinged beautiful feet, Liu Jingyao asked.

"Shut up!"

The manor master suddenly gave a soft rebuke. Liu Jingyao froze, and the beautiful feet in her mouth were pulled free.

"M-mother..."

Liu Jingyao looked deeply wronged, unable to understand why her mother, who had just been fine, had suddenly grown angry.

"Forget that name. Do you understand?"

The manor master stared at her.

"I... I understand... Mother..."

Liu Jingyao said in a low voice, no longer daring to ask.

"I've let you run wild today. There won't be a next time," the manor master said in a deep voice, though she could feel a dampness between her legs. She had not had carnal relations for many years, and yet at this moment, under Liu Jingyao's licking, she had actually grown wet.

"Yes, Mother."

After hearing Liu Jingyao's reply, the manor master set her feet back on the bed and lay down again before asking,

"As for the matter of the Li Dynasty's heir to the throne, what is your view?"

Liu Jingyao was slightly stunned and remained silent.

"Don't worry. You are allowed to speak."

"Yes, Mother!" Liu Jingyao said solemnly. As the current saintess, she would inherit Guanzizai Manor in the future, so she could not remain ignorant of royal affairs.

"Reporting to Mother, I fear Taizai has chosen the wrong man this time."

"The eldest prince is all bluster and no substance, fickle and irritable. He is by no means the best choice to govern a realm of ten thousand miles."

"But the Eighth Prince is different. He has long been known for his virtue and wisdom. He acts with thunderous force, treats others with a gentleman's courtesy, and handles state affairs with rigor and fairness. He is the very best choice."

That was what Liu Jingyao said.

"Your view is far too naive," the manor master said, shaking her head. "With Taizai's intelligence, how could he fail to see that the eldest prince is trash? The reason he still insists on this is to hinder our Guanzizai Manor from maneuvering freely in this world."

"If Guanzizai Manor wants someone to ascend the throne, that person can ascend the throne. That is Guanzizai Manor."

"If you were Taizai, would you be afraid?" the manor master asked softly, looking at Liu Jingyao.

Liu Jingyao nodded, then shook her head, not knowing how to answer.

"Sometimes even this palace feels a little afraid. The backlash from an will that stands high above, looking down on heaven and earth, is astonishing indeed."

"What a pity the eldest prince is trash. Knowing full well that Taizai and Guanzizai Manor are mortal enemies, he still dared to come here."

"Then... then what about the Eighth Prince?" Liu Jingyao asked.

"The Eighth Prince?" The manor master's expression turned cold. "He's nothing more than a hypocrite."

"But Mother, in the end you still chose to support the Eighth Prince, didn't you?"

"Choosing the Eighth Prince was only a temporary expedient."

"What happens in the future will still need to be observed."

With that, the manor master gently waved a hand.

"All right, this palace is tired. You may withdraw."

"Yes, Mother!"

Liu Jingyao slowly left the Xuannu Palace.

After Liu Jingyao left, the manor master sat cross-legged, a pink halo blooming around her body.

That was the effect produced by her cultivation of the Five Realms of Enchanting Heart Guanzizai. Ten years ago, she had already reached the Yellow Dream realm.

But in all these ten years, there had been no further progress, and she still had not touched the imperial realm that no previous manor master of Guanzizai Manor had ever reached.

"Could it be that I will never reach the imperial realm in this life..."

"If that's true, was it worth it for me to have abandoned husband and child back then?"

Thinking of this, the manor master fell into deep thought.

A moment later, she let out a cold smile.

"Fortunately, I obtained the Heart Seal Dual Cultivation Fundamental Scripture from Wei Ming. With this method as support, I should have a chance to break through."

She immediately began circulating the Heart Seal Dual Cultivation Fundamental Scripture, but at that moment, her expression changed.

"How can this be... the mark in the seal palace has been occupied?"

"The heart palace... without my knowledge, the heart palace has begun operating on its own... and injected the seal palace into someone else's body?"

She immediately realized how serious the problem was.

The Heart Seal Dual Cultivation Fundamental Scripture was an yin-yang dual cultivation method on the level of divine consciousness. It did not require physical contact; instead, the two would interweave in spiritual consciousness, leaving indelible marks of emotion deep in each other's hearts.

During intercourse, the heart palace would form a spiritual vortex, and the seal palace linked to the void would verify it in turn.

Once this method reached great completion, one could use the heart palace existing within the spiritual vortex to seize the seal palace in a single stroke, then obtain a response through divine consciousness and gain enormous benefit.

But now, the seal palace had been planted without her knowledge.

Up until now, she had never activated the seal palace mark, all because she had been looking for a suitable man. Yet for ten years, she had not found one.

"This palace would like to see exactly whose divine consciousness this seal palace mark has been injected into."

"If he's suitable, then this palace will simply go with the flow. Otherwise..."

She did not continue, but the chill on her face said everything.

So the manor master began to actively circulate the spiritual vortex within the Heart Seal Dual Cultivation Fundamental Scripture, using the formless power of divine consciousness to search for the seal palace mark.

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Fengxuan Palace, Divine Maiden Hall, night.

Li Zhuangtai, hiding outside the sleeping chamber, stared fixedly at her junior martial brother Wei Yang as he licked her master's black-stockinged beautiful feet.

As Wei Yang licked and sucked, Li Zhuangtai's face grew redder and redder, and she felt a strange impulse rising inside her body.

Her own beautiful feet in gray stockings kept rubbing inside her embroidered shoes, but the more she rubbed them, the wetter the gray stockings became. A great deal of fragrant sweat moistened her toes, and the embroidered shoes were filled with the damp smell of sweat.

She could not help thinking of the scene from earlier that day, when Wei Yang had licked her own beautiful feet. That exquisite feeling was something she had never experienced in her life.

"Junior brother... ah... this is so hard to bear..."

Li Zhuangtai called softly, unable to stop herself from letting out a seductive moan. While looking at the enjoying face of her master, Feng Aoxian, she kept substituting herself into Feng Aoxian's place.

She felt as if her junior brother were licking her own beautiful feet right now, to the point where a liquid sensation leaked down below and soaked her white silk undergarments.

"Junior brother, swallow it. Swallow the sweat from your senior sister's feet."

"Senior sister can't take it anymore. My toes are so wet, licking them makes me so unbearably needy..."

"Junior brother, don't just keep licking Master's beautiful feet. Senior sister tastes even better."

"Hmph, Master is too selfish. She won't let others enjoy this kind of pleasure, yet she takes all the fun for herself."

As Li Zhuangtai thought about it, she unconsciously put her fair fingers into her mouth and kept licking them, saliva soaking her fingers.

"Mm... ahhh... mm..."

At that moment, Feng Aoxian, lying on the bed and allowing Wei Yang to lick her beautiful feet, let out a series of moans. She felt as if every bone in her body had gone soft, and fragrant sweat already drenched her all over.

The true energy within her body kept surging and crashing around, then gathered toward her lower abdomen, almost making her fluids spill out.

Still, she endured it with all her might, knowing that as time went on, the true energy in her body would continue to grow under the Yin-Yang Longevity Art.

By now, Wei Yang had already moved beyond the earlier gentle licking and entered a state of greedily sucking and swallowing.

His mouth was completely soaked by those black-stockinged beautiful feet, and the strange fragrance rising from them left him invigorated from head to toe.

A toe wrapped in black silk was sucked into his mouth and licked and sucked over and over, so much so that he wished he could swallow it whole.

At the same time, Wei Yang's cheek rubbed against those black-stockinged beautiful feet, and his hands gradually moved from the feet to Feng Aoxian's calves.

The huge iron rod below him stood straight up, on the verge of bursting.

Yet when he kept circulating the Yin-Yang Longevity Art, his nearly erupting iron rod was instantly restrained, as if this special art had locked down his essence gate.

"The Yin-Yang Longevity Art truly is miraculous beyond measure. It can actually suppress the state right before ejaculation."

"If I had experienced this scene in my previous life, I probably would have lost control and shot long ago."

"But this is great. This world is wonderful. This is what cultivation should be... beautiful Master, beautiful senior sister, being able to play with their black-stockinged feet every day. Even if they made me a god, I still wouldn't want it."

"Mm, ah... Yang... Yang'er... Mother feels so... so good."

"You... you're so good at licking..."

Feng Aoxian's mouth spilled out wave after wave of moans. At this moment, she had already placed herself in the role of Wei Yang's mother.

What could possibly be more stimulating than a son licking his mother's beautiful feet?

Feng Aoxian's long-buried desire for a son had seemingly been fully unearthed at this moment.

"Mother, your feet are fragrant and beautiful. This child is so happy to receive Mother's favor..."

Wei Yang also unknowingly slipped into the role of the son, but after saying that, he immediately thought of the peerless beautiful mother he had once had ten years ago, a woman no less stunning than Feng Aoxian.

In those days, on how many nights had he secretly hidden beneath the blankets after midnight and licked his mother's ultra-thin white-stockinged beautiful feet?

But for ten years now, he had not enjoyed that again.

"Mm, ah... child... lick a little more. Mother is sorry to you. I can only let Mother lick your feet to repay the debt..."

"Ah... ahwu... bite open the stocking, swallow Mother's foot into your mouth, and roll your tongue through the gaps between the toes..."

"Mm, ah... wipe your saliva into the gaps between Mother's toes and eat it down."

She spoke while moaning in pleasure, all the while addressing Wei Yang.

With drunken, hazy eyes, she watched as Wei Yang's saliva covered the spaces between her toes, then lifted her fair fingers and put them into her own wet mouth to lick them.

Saliva coated her fingers, and from the corners of her mouth, clear saliva slowly dripped down onto her large fair breasts.

"Rrrip..."

Wei Yang opened his mouth and bit down on the black silk, directly tearing the stocking at the toes to reveal the wet toes beneath.

The pale red nails were already bright and glistening. As Wei Yang's tongue moved repeatedly through the gaps between her toes, Feng Aoxian's whole body went taut.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing coming in quick gasps.

At this moment, Feng Aoxian felt as though she had entered a state of bliss she had never experienced in her life. Even if she could exchange it for immortality, she would not.

"Sluuurp... sluuurp..."

Wei Yang's tongue licked rapidly over Feng Aoxian's beautiful feet. Without the stockings covering them, the sensation was even more direct.

Feng Aoxian felt her toes entering a warm tide of heat, and the saliva on her beautiful feet flowed in wave after wave, from the toes, through the gaps between them, to the instep, the sole, and the heel, until half of her foot was swallowed into Wei Yang's mouth.

"Yang'er!"

Feng Aoxian could not help crying out. The heat surging in her lower abdomen grew stronger and stronger, so strong it was almost impossible to control.

But her cultivation was profound after all, and she forced herself to endure the heat churning in her lower abdomen. Even so, sweet liquid still flowed from the pink, seductive slit between her legs, carrying that strange fragrance.

Feng Aoxian could not help pulling her wet fingers from her mouth, then reached down below and smeared out a sheet of crystal-clear fluid with her hand.

Her finger returned before her eyes, and with a flushed face she looked at the slick, wet fluid between her fingers.

Then she made a move that surprised Wei Yang: she sat up, bent her body, and leaned closer to Wei Yang, who was still licking her beautiful feet.

"Child, taste it."

Feng Aoxian held the fluid at her fingertips before Wei Yang's eyes and sent it toward the mouth that was still licking her beautiful feet.

Wei Yang froze, staring at Feng Aoxian, her face flushed red. That allure had reached its peak: shy yet seductive, seductive yet carrying an irresistible hint of spring heat.

Wei Yang opened his mouth and swallowed Feng Aoxian's two fingers, still slick with juices.

Sweet, smooth, and faintly fishy, but the kind of fishy scent that only sharpened desire.

Wei Yang savored that crystal-clear moisture carefully, his tongue licking again and again between Feng Aoxian's pale fingers.

"Yang'er, does it taste good?"

Feng Aoxian asked in a dazed whisper.

Wei Yang hurriedly nodded. "It tastes good, Mom. I've never had anything this delicious before."

"Then how does it compare to your mom's black-stockinged pretty feet?"

Feng Aoxian rested her left hand under her chin, her gaze thick with lust and affection as she asked dreamily.

"Black-stockinged pretty feet have the scent of feet and sweat mixed together. This is sweet, slippery, and a little fishy. They're different, but I like them all."

"Hehe, is that so?"

Feng Aoxian suddenly laughed. With that smile, it was as if a hundred flowers had burst into bloom, and Wei Yang couldn't help but fall under her spell.

What a beautiful woman.

"Then... how about this taste?"

As she spoke, Feng Aoxian drew her fingers back and slipped them into her wet, enticing mouth, working them around until all the saliva in her mouth wrapped itself around the two fingers and drew them back out again.