novelraw Chapter 2 : Female Essence
Chapter 2 : Female Essence
Chapter 2: Female Essence
Lin Xiaowan did not beg again.
She lay there, suddenly letting out a low laugh. The sound was hoarse, filled with self-mockery and utter madness.
“Heretical and demonic… hahaha… fine! Then let me rot here!”
She no longer looked at him, only stared at the decayed, crumbling roof, the light in her pupils gradually extinguishing.
Huijue was frightened by her completely despairing and crazed appearance. His mind was in chaos. After one last glance at Lin Xiaowan, who now looked like a corpse, he stomped his foot and rushed into the night.
The temple returned to dead silence.
It was over!
All over!!
Lin Xiaowan collapsed onto the straw mat. With the failure of her plan, the radiance of the Profound Essence Scripture completely dimmed within her consciousness.
At that moment—
A series of unhurried footsteps came from the temple entrance.
Lin Xiaowan’s unfocused gaze shifted over.
It was that white-browed old monk.
At some unknown time, he had already been standing quietly at the doorway, holding a lantern. The dim yellow light illuminated his gaunt, calm face.
The hem of his monk’s robe was slightly wet—he had clearly been standing outside for quite some time.
He walked in slowly, set the lantern aside, and sat again by the fire. Picking up a thin branch, he poked at the firewood.
The flames crackled and leapt higher.
Then, he raised those eyes as still as an ancient well and looked at Lin Xiaowan’s vacant gaze.
“Benefactress.” His voice remained steady, but it lacked that detached compassion from before, now carrying an indescribable undertone. “What happened just now… this old monk heard it all.”
Lin Xiaowan’s pupils contracted slightly.
The old monk’s gaze swept over her disheveled yet still beautiful face, then over the curves rising and falling beneath her sweat-soaked clothing.
That gaze, unlike Huijue’s flustered embarrassment, carried a hint of appraisal—even a trace of lechery.
“Huijue has cultivated since childhood, strictly observing precepts, his heart pure as glass. Naturally, he does not understand the beauty between men and women.” The old monk spoke slowly, his withered fingers gently rubbing the dark prayer beads on his wrist. “What the benefactress seeks… this poor monk can do in his stead!”
The air inside the temple seemed to freeze.
“In his stead?”
She repeated hoarsely, her voice devoid of emotion.
The old monk nodded lightly, compassion still present on his face. “What the benefactress asked of Huijue is merely a dying person’s desire for a bit of worldly warmth, to forget suffering for a moment. Though such desire goes against propriety, its sentiment is pitiable. Huijue keeps strict precepts, yet his Dao heart is not firm, so he panicked. However, this old monk has cultivated for decades, seen through appearances, and understood impermanence. With my composure, if I assist you in briefly escaping suffering and peacefully completing your final journey, it would also be a meritorious deed.”
He spoke with righteous grandeur, as if what he was about to do was not lust, but some form of salvation ritual.
Yet the gaze he cast upon Lin Xiaowan was unmistakably vile, greedily licking over the youthful contours beneath her thin garments.
Lin Xiaowan understood.
He had overheard her conversation with the young monk, believed he had seen through her “wish,” and now could not wait to carry out filthy deeds under the guise of “helping” and “bestowing kindness.”
“What a sanctimonious… lecherous monk!”
“Heh…”
She did not know where the strength came from, but a low laugh escaped her throat.
The laughter echoed in the silent temple. She did not say “yes,” nor did she say “no.”
She closed her eyes. This silent acquiescence was more convincing than any words.
“This old monk understands!”
A triumphant smile appeared on the old monk’s withered face.
He slowly stood up, his robe swaying, and walked toward the broken temple door.
Creak—
With an unpleasant sound, the drafty wooden door was closed from the inside. Though it could not fully shut, it blocked most of the wind and rain.
The temple dimmed for a moment before the firelight reclaimed dominance.
She could feel that figure approaching, smell a mixture of faint sandalwood, old cloth, and damp rain air enveloping her.
The old monk knelt down, his shadow completely covering her.
A withered yet steady hand, carrying a slight coolness, fell upon her collar, attempting to gently open it.
Lin Xiaowan closed her eyes.
The time since transmigration had been short; her soul and body had not fully fused, and she was on the brink of death. Contrary to expectation, she did not feel much humiliation. At this moment, her mind was strangely clear.
Within her mind, the Profound Essence Scripture flipped rapidly.
The Profound Essence Scripture slowly opened—first, the Cauldron Chapter; second, the Union Chapter.
The Cauldron Chapter recorded that the key to immortality was not the act itself, but a substance secreted by the body during it—female essence.
By consuming it and refining it within the body into a pill, one could invigorate blood, open meridians, nourish the dual spirits, and achieve immortality.
The Union Chapter compared the female body to a furnace, capable of refining the male’s vital essence, locking it within the body, thus achieving immortality.
These were the two paths of dual cultivation. After Lin Xiaowan finished reading them, both chapters merged into her memory and vanished.
The Profound Essence Scripture turned to a brand-new page deep within her consciousness.
What was recorded there was not a specific yin-yang technique, but a unique method called “Mirage Qi.”
The scripture was profound, but its meaning became clear when combined with the earlier sections: to maximize the effects of dual cultivation, the key lay in fully and stably controlling the circulation of the other party’s essence, energy, and spirit—preventing resistance and eliminating distractions.
This “Mirage Qi” was created precisely for that purpose.
This qi was formless and intangible, elusive like a mirage, yet directly targeted the mind.
When activated through a specific method, it could cause the target to fall into an illusory dream born from their own desires.
For men, it clouded the mind and spirit, causing them to sink into illusions, their vital essence left like an undefended city, free to be taken at will.
For women, it softened the body and blurred consciousness, like clay soaked in spring tides, responding only to the most primal instincts.
Following the guidance of the Profound Essence Chapter, Lin Xiaowan condensed a faint yet extraordinarily pure stream of qi in her lower abdomen.
The girl opened her eyes again.
The old monk noticed the change in her gaze. His movements paused slightly, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes. Yet perhaps driven by stronger desire, he did not stop.
Lin Xiaowan remained calm. Her lips parted slightly, aimed at the gaunt face so close before her.
“Hu—”
An invisible, formless breath, almost nonexistent, flowed out from her and directly entered the old monk’s nose and mouth!
The old monk’s body suddenly stiffened!
His body slumped forward weakly. With a dull thud, his forehead struck the cold ground as he collapsed beside Lin Xiaowan’s neck.
Only faint, slow breathing proved he was still alive—yet he had fallen into a bottomless unconsciousness.
She rolled her eyes, looking at the back of his head so close to her.
With difficulty, she raised her hand and pulled the old monk into her arms.
She began circulating the Profound Essence Scripture. In just a short moment, she felt a faint warm current within her body, like a tiny spark in an icy wasteland, beginning to slowly resist the cold poison of arsenic inside her.
Though weak, this was undeniably… vitality!
The burning in her stomach lessened. Gradually, Lin Xiaowan regained some strength. She turned over and pressed the old monk beneath her.
Raising her arm to examine closely, she saw that on her fair skin was a layer of crystal-clear, fragrant, oily substance.
“According to the Profound Essence Scripture, this is the precious female essence. It concerns longevity—it cannot be wasted,” Lin Xiaowan thought.
In the time that followed, she scraped off the “female essence” clinging to her body with her hand and swallowed it all.
During the process, she also used the Profound Essence Scripture to examine the old monk’s storage of primordial yang. The result made her heart sink—within the old monk’s body, the primordial yang was already completely dried up, utterly empty.
“At his age… it shouldn’t be like this.” Lin Xiaowan’s thoughts raced, contemplative. “It seems he has indulged excessively, long since exhausting his foundation. Naturally lustful—now trapped in this wilderness for so long, he would not even spare someone on the verge of death like me.”
What Lin Xiaowan did not know was that everything that had just happened had been seen by the young monk, who was hiding outside the ruined temple, peeking through the crack of the door.