novelraw Chapter 160 - 159: The Sword Immortal Hypnotized by His Senior Sister, Unable to Respond to His Dao Companion's Longing
Chapter 160 - 159: The Sword Immortal Hypnotized by His Senior Sister, Unable to Respond to His Dao Companion's Longing
Pei Yuhang and Lu Ruoxi sat facing each other in the medicinal soup, which was fragrant with a hundred flowers. The water level only reached a few inches below their chests, and even under the effects of the Forgetful Spell, Pei Yuhang instinctively couldn't look directly at his senior sister's magnificent Dao-fruits.
Lu Ruoxi glanced down at her "little junior brother," who had perked up in the medicinal soup. A satisfied, enchanting smile graced her lips, but she didn't call attention to it.
"Let's begin, Junior Brother. Inject your Pure Yang True Qi into my body."
Pei Yuhang nodded, his expression turning serious.
He activated the Yang Emperor Heart Scripture. The resplendent sun in his Sea of Consciousness erupted with a milky-white stream of the Purest Yang Qi, which poured through his palms and into his senior sister's body.
Feeling the fierce stream of Yang Qi, Lu Ruoxi quickly focused her mind. If she were to get distracted by her junior brother's masculine charms and suffer a backlash from the Yang Fire, she would be in serious trouble.
Streams of milky-white Spiritual Qi, condensed from Pure Yang True Qi, coursed through Lu Ruoxi's body, finally gathering at her Dantian to be refined as fuel for the furnace fire.
Perhaps it was because bathing together in the Alchemy Furnace drastically reduced the loss of Pure Yang True Qi, or perhaps Pei Yuhang's strength had surged after he broke through to the Divinity Transformation Realm.
Compared to their last Body Furnace cultivation session, the speed this time was like sprinting at full tilt on a Flying Sword. While Lu Ruoxi was pleasantly surprised, she also had to endure the corresponding strain. In less than the time it takes for three incense sticks to burn, she was drenched in sweat and collapsed limply into Pei Yuhang's arms.
With no clothes separating them, they were now pressed together in the narrow Alchemy Furnace, a seamless intimacy.
The usual Pei Yuhang, a man with a Dao Companion, would never have agreed to such a flagrant transgression.
But after drinking the Tea of Love and falling under the Forgetful Spell, he was now faced with his senior sister, who was pressed flush against him—only a single step away from true union.
He felt surprisingly little urge to resist.
"Senior Sister, are you alright? Let's rest for a bit."
In response to Pei Yuhang's suggestion, Lu Ruoxi, who was nestled in his arms, slowly wrapped her own arms around his neck.
"Junior Brother, I just discovered something. The more skin-to-skin contact we have, the less my body rejects your Pure Yang True Qi."
"So, from now on, we must cultivate while holding each other intimately, just like a pair of Dao Companions."
Upon hearing the term "Dao Companion," Pei Yuhang subconsciously frowned, a flicker of resistance appearing in his eyes.
Seeing this, Lu Ruoxi quickly formed a hand seal and cast her Magic, while simultaneously retrieving a cup of the Tea of Love from her Jiezhi Storage Ring.
"Junior Brother Pei, you must be tired. Here, drink some more tea. Your Senior Sister here brewed it fresh this morning. Its flavor is even more mellow and rich."
The cup was brought to Pei Yuhang's lips. He subconsciously took a sip, and the pink, heart-shaped Runes in his eyes, which had dimmed and were about to fade, flared brightly once more.
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"Ah—"
Ye Liyuan let out a soft cry, frowning as she looked at the pad of her pale, slender finger, where a bead of crimson blood was welling up.
She shook her head with a bitter smile and said with self-deprecation, "To think I'd one day be cut by my own sword."
'Is it because I haven't practiced my Swordsmanship in a year and my skills have grown rusty... or was it that sudden, inexplicable panic just now?'
For a moment, Ye Liyuan couldn't make sense of it.
But she wasn't the type of Female Cultivator to make excuses for her mistakes. A lapse in Sword Skill was a lapse in Sword Skill; there was nothing else to be said.
Ye Liyuan took a white handkerchief from her waist, embroidered with the three words "Yuan Loves Han," and slowly wiped the blood from the blade before beginning her practice anew.
She adopted the humble attitude of a beginner, striving to rediscover her former touch.
As a Female Sword Immortal of her generation, even having severed her past Cultivation to start anew and not having held a sword in a long time, Ye Liyuan's Swordsmanship was still at the Grandmaster Level.
Soon, Ye Liyuan began to regain her touch. Dressed in white, she danced amid the swirling snow, the cold light of the blade in her hand flashing and shattering countless snowflakes.
Ordinarily, Ye Liyuan should have felt elated, as she was gradually reclaiming her former power. But for some reason, she grew increasingly flustered and anxious. Her once beautiful and elegant sword dance became distorted until finally, her grip slipped. The Spirit Sword flew from her hand and embedded itself in a withered tree.
"What in the world is happening? Why is my Dao Heart so unsettled... If only Ah Han were here. He could surely ease my confusion."
Ye Liyuan was once again reminded of the comfort of having a Dao Companion. She desperately wanted to hear Pei Yuhang's voice. If Ah Han were by her side, she wouldn't be afraid, no matter how terrible things became.
At this thought, Ye Liyuan sighed again.
"But Ah Han has been borrowed by his Senior Sister..."
"If I'd known, I wouldn't have been in such a hurry to send him over."
"Ah Han, I miss you so much. Can you please finish up with your Senior Sister and come back soon?"
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Lu Ruoxi had always felt she shouldn't have gotten such a large bed. Sleeping in a bed this big at night felt far too lonely and desolate.
It was a vast, empty loneliness that even someone as powerful and distinguished as Elder Lu of Dan Yun Pavilion, the Immortal Lu Ruoxi, found difficult to endure.
Sometimes, Lu Ruoxi wondered why she was so fixated on Junior Brother Pei, a man who already had a Dao Companion. If she were to offer the slightest encouragement, the line of male cultivators vying for her affection would stretch from South Mountain to the North Sea.
But now, as she gazed at the handsome junior brother beside her, hypnotized with his eyes closed like a sleeping prince, she felt there was no need for a reason.
She simply craved him.
"Junior Brother Pei, my Junior Brother Pei... Your Senior Sister likes you so very much!"
"I've wanted you ever since you joined the sect. Unfortunately, I was too reserved back then, always thinking you'd eventually come around and pursue me."
"Such a regret... but it doesn't matter. Even though Junior Sister Ye snatched you away, your Senior Sister will snatch you right back. Kiss, kiss... MUA!"
Lu Ruoxi kissed Pei Yuhang's neck, inhaling his unique and pleasant scent. It felt as if every pore in her body had opened up in blissful release.
'Finally, I can have my way with you without any restraint.'
"Forgive your Senior Sister for being a wicked woman."
"I used a special Magical Treasure to drain your vast reserves of Pure Yang True Qi, and when your own Spiritual Qi was depleted, I used the Forgetful Spell to plunge you into a deep slumber..."
"I'm truly wicked, deceiving both Junior Sister Ye and you."
"But, who can I blame? You were so heartless before, Junior Brother Pei. After you became Dao Companions with Junior Sister Ye, you didn't leave me a shred of hope, forcing your Senior Sister to resort to such a twisted scheme."
Lu Ruoxi propped herself up on her arms, and her waterfall of black hair cascaded down, brushing against Pei Yuhang's face.
"Junior Brother Pei, when we bathed together in the Alchemy Furnace just now, we shared every possible intimacy... short of the final step."
"So you won't mind what your Senior Sister does next, will you?"
Lu Ruoxi could no longer suppress the torrent of emotion in her heart. She leaned down over him.
Her fingertips traced a path down his chest, sliding lower and lower.
Just as her fingers were about to reach the Little Sword Immortal, a vibrating sound suddenly came from the head of the bed.
It was Junior Brother Pei's Transmission Token. The sender's name was displayed on it—Dao Companion?
Lu Ruoxi scoffed, inwardly cursing Junior Sister Ye for her terrible timing and for ruining her fun.
'But Junior Brother Pei is already "fast asleep" in my bed. Who do you think is going to answer your Transmission Token now?'
She casually tossed the vibrating Transmission Token aside, then turned her gaze back to Pei Yuhang's sleeping face and licked her lips.
Tonight, to the rhythmic buzzing of the Transmission Token, Lu Ruoxi would begin to savor the Pei Sword Immortal.
Perhaps Ye Liyuan would be driven to tears of frustration when her Transmission Token went unanswered. But Lu Ruoxi didn't care. In fact, she found the thought even more thrilling.
'Who's to blame? She was a wicked woman, after all.'