Chapter 131

This was merely the beginning.

As a tingling sensation surged through Yu Yi’s tailbone, her world suddenly spun upside down, feeling an added weight on top of her.

As Song Pianxian leaned back against her brocade quilt, dazed eyes opened to find Yu Yi hovering above her.

Yu Yi pressed down gently, guiding the pure spirit jade essence deeper with each sweep of her tongue. With a soft roll, it descended into a shallow pool brimming with moisture.

A plop echoed.

The pure spirit jade essence, like a plump spring seed, came alive upon contact with water. The saturated essence burst explosively, releasing a rich and snow-white spiritual fluid.

This potent fluid, both gentle and powerful, could instantly pulverize a mortal’s body if unleashed by just one drop of pure spirit jade essence.

Song Pianxian immediately recognized the danger the nectar posed to Yu Yi. Fortunately, as soon as the jade essence touched her, it thrived like fish in water, swiftly integrating itself into her being on its own accord.

In an instant, Song Pianxian’s meridians filled with the dense spiritual fluid, causing a subtle ache from the pressure.

So that’s how it is.

Her body was crafted from the world’s most precious treasures; she was not merely human but also a living repository of refined materials. These treasured elements resonated within her, making her body an ideal choice for the pure spirit jade essence—whether seeking affinity or looking to conceal itself, it would naturally merge with Song Pianxian.

It seemed likely that Yu Yi had cultivated a technique allowing her to absorb spiritual energy directly from refining materials, enabling rapid advancement.

In essence, Song Pianxian was using Yu Yi as a conduit for spiritual transformation. As she thought methodically, her hands cradled the back of Yu Yi’s head while their lips met tenderly. Before Yu Yi’s meridians were severed, she had been at the Gold Core stage. With this pure and gentle infusion of spiritual energy, it seemed likely that she could effortlessly recover to her previous level.

But what about beyond that? Yu Yi had never experienced realms above Gold Core; hastily breaking through might result in unstable cultivation. What was her plan?

Or perhaps, did her technique possess other mysterious aspects?

Song Pianxian’s thoughts raced swiftly, even as she circulated her own cultivation method to digest the spiritual liquid flooding her meridians. Her dantian resembled a vast ocean, swallowing the essence before dispersing it throughout her limbs, bones, and muscles—storing it temporarily for future use.

Contrasting with the rapid pace of her thoughts and cultivation process, Song Pianxian’s kisses remained remarkably calm and controlled. She kissed neither hurried nor languid, but Yu Yi couldn’t withstand such restraint. Tears welled in her eyes as she clung to Song Pianxian’s slender neck, eagerly seeking deeper contact with fervent movements.

Yu Yi’s tongue swept across the lush interior of Song Pianxian’s mouth, greedily savoring its moisture. Disheveled breaths mingled with soft moans, escaping intermittently from parted lips and dissipating into the air, leaving Yu Yi’s cheeks flushed and warm.

When Yu Yi pressed herself tightly against Song Pianxian through their thin garments, absorbing spiritual energy as her demonic cultivation circulated—it became utterly uncontrollable.

Spiritual power surged into her body, filling her to the brim. Her limbs felt languid, akin to waking up after a deep slumber, nestled warmly beneath blankets. Every strand of hair and toe seemed lethargic, so blissful she couldn’t muster strength, almost melting entirely.

Yet Song Pianxian refused to reciprocate fully. With eyes closed, her porcelain features remained composed, even her kisses unhurried. As Yu Yi sank deeper into the embrace, feeling somewhat aggrieved, she clung tighter to Song Pianxian.

No matter what, Song Pianxian had to belong to her. Determination flared within Yu Yi’s heart, her fingertips gripping firmly around Song Pianxian’s nape and shoulders, unwilling to let go.

Having absorbed enough spiritual energy, Yu Yi’s core reached its peak capacity, necessitating some time to digest the essence nurtured by Song Pianxian.

Both understood this, and so Song Pianxian gently disengaged from Yu Yi’s lips, slightly lifting her upper body.

As Song Pianxian pulled back, Yu Yi’s sharp cat-like claws lost their grip on her arms due to weakening strength. Sliding downward, they landed elsewhere unintentionally.

Was this little brat doing it on purpose? Song Pianxian glanced down and saw Yu Yi blink, a tear slipping from the corner of her right eye. It trailed along pale skin, sliding into her jet-black temple hair.

“Why are you crying?” Feeling somewhat helpless, Song Pianxian looked at the cat-like paws resting on her chest. Was this pup really going to sob after getting her way?

“I’m not crying.” Yu Yi’s voice was hoarse, even softer than before, yet its tone remained tender. She had some pride; she couldn’t admit that these tears were elicited by being kissed beneath Song Pianxian just moments ago.

Everywhere had been left damp by Song Pianxian’s kisses, leaving only their mouths parched and dry.

Having lost one point, Yu Yi aimed to regain three elsewhere. Her hand began to move, intending to slip beneath Song Pianxian’s snowy-white collar. However, she hadn’t forgotten that Song Pianxian seemed angry earlier, biting her as punishment.

Yu Yi’s fingertips paused at the collar, gazing up at Song Pianxian with utterly teary eyes, her intent unspoken but clear.

“No,” Song Pianxian uttered firmly.

Yu Yi sulkily turned away, but her fingers stealthily curled inward. Like a kitten hiding from its owner, she surreptitiously played with a soft and supple toy, relishing the velvety smoothness filling her claws, each tip lingering with fragrance.

Yu Yi turned away from Song Pianxian, her cheek pressed against the pillow, revealing only her slender neck and fair jawline to her mistress. Song Pianxian’s gaze lingered on the graceful curve of Yu Yi’s silhouette.

“Have you diligently practiced your cultivation technique?”

“Of course, I’ve fully utilized the spiritual energy you bestowed upon me,” Yu Yi replied.

Song Pianxian arched an eyebrow at her flirtatiousness. “So sweet-talking now.”

“Sweet or not, smooth or otherwise, don’t you already know?” Yu Yi murmured to herself. With these words, she glanced sidelong, her bright eyes hiding playful hooks beneath their surface.

Daring to tease her further, Song Pianxian’s gaze deepened, yet her tone remained mild as she said, “You seem utterly unperturbed despite having done wrong.”

Yu Yi’s expression faltered. She bit her lower lip and looked at Song Pianxian without resorting to her usual coquettish charm this time. Instead, she softly whispered, “I was wrong.”

Yu Yi had always been cunningly clever; considering tonight’s events, it was evident that she must have frequently manipulated situations in the past. Yet now, she obediently acknowledged her mistake without offering any excuses or justifications.

For a moment, Song Pianxian felt a sense of clarity—Qing Lu truly understood her temperament well. Yu Yi consistently knew how to adopt the perfect demeanor towards her, never overstepping nor falling short, maintaining impeccable composure.

Yu Yi keenly observed Song Pianxian’s absent-minded state.

What was she thinking about? To become so lost in thought while conversing with her—was she reminiscing about something, pondering over it, or perhaps—

Recalling someone from her past?

The last possibility seemed unlikely, yet Yu Yi couldn’t help but feel intensely concerned. Suppressing her possessive instincts that threatened to burst forth, she skillfully concealed the emotions flickering in her eyes, her expression growing even more gentle and docile.

“I shouldn’t have kept it from you,” Yu Yi said, looking at Song Pianxian as she regained her composure. On impulse, she added softly, “Big Sister.”

At this endearment, Song Pianxian’s expression subtly shifted.

It worked so well? Yu Yi promptly linked arms with her, noticing how her features softened. Gazing up, she murmured again:

“Big Sister…”

Song Pianxian gently exhaled and shook her head. “Your cultivation—hasn’t it already—”

“The spiritual energy is entirely depleted,” Yu Yi responded, knowing what she was asking. Her eyes curved warmly. “I’ve reached the early stage of Foundation Establishment.”

Leaning close to Song Pianxian’s lips, Yu Yi tilted her head slightly, her long lashes brushing against Pianxian’s cheek like gentle caresses. In a soft whisper, she said:

“Big Sister, there should still be plenty of spiritual fluid left.” The final plea seemed laden with unspoken turns: “…Feed me some more, please.”

As Yu Yi had hoped, the last bit of distance vanished between their approaching lips, and once again, familiar waves of intoxication swept over them, melting even their bones.

Yu Yi’s feet arched, calves trembling, yet inside, she felt extraordinarily content—a hint of pride for enticing Song Pianxian and controlling the pace.

Bit by bit, sip by sip.

The kitten proudly lifted her head, savoring the spiritual energy coursing through her.

But soon, her legs buckled, breaths becoming utterly disordered.

Song Pianxian’s slender fingers peeled away Yu Yi’s inner garments like peeling bamboo shoots, revealing skin as delicate and fair as pear blossoms under moonlight. In the bright sunlight, it would have appeared nearly translucent, akin to petals of pear flowers.

“Kissing other places is acceptable too, isn’t it?” Song Pianxian spoke languidly, scattering Yu Yi’s thoughts into disarray.

Without waiting for Yu Yi’s response, Song Pianxian took her silence as consent.

Yu Yi’s body exuded an exquisite fragility that made Song Pianxian’s fingertips gentler as they brushed across the sea of pear blossom-like skin. Yet, when her lips descended, she couldn’t help but apply more pressure.

In no time at all, deep and shallow stains of rouge were scattered haphazardly over the pale white petals, creating a vivid tableau.

Even Yu Yi’s tearful pleas failed to stop Song Pianxian. Her voice sounded like spring rain falling on pear blossoms, carrying a warmth laced with an indelible chill: “Using me comes with its own rewards.”

As she spoke, her hand ventured lower, parting the concealing foliage. Amidst the depths of those pear blossoms, she squeezed out a generous amount of their nectar onto her palm. Then, kindly offering it to Yu Yi, she said, “Taste this—compare if the flavor of spiritual fluid or yours is better.”

Wet streaks lined Yu Yi’s eyes, their corners reddened, exuding both innocence and allure as she gazed up. She leaned forward, nestling close to Song Pianxian’s embrace, and took Song Pianxian’s hands in her own, gently licking them like a kitten.

Song Pianxian watched for a moment, then glanced past Yu Yi’s shoulder before returning her gaze downward. Yu Yi’s long hair draped over her back, its ends swaying gracefully around her slender waist, softly veiling the crescent of moonlight pooling at her hips.

In this instant, she resembled a seductive enchantress once more.

For Song Pianxian, being deceived by Qing Lu was a first. Admittedly, Qing Lu bore some injustice; her experiences within the little world had shaped her distinct personality and choices, aspects beyond Qing Lu’s control.

However, Song Pianxian was not a saint. Being misled by someone she considered her partner, even if intellectually understandable, stirred deeper emotions due to her profound attachment. Consequently, Song Pianxian felt genuinely hurt.

Fortunately, reason always prevailed in Song Pianxian’s mind. Despite her anger, she wouldn’t hinder Qing Lu from achieving her goals. Instead of rejecting Qing Lu, she would punish Yu Yi alone.

Withdrawing her gaze from the curve of Yu Yi’s waist, Song Pianxian also removed her fingers from Yu Yi’s lips, now chilled with the touch.

Leaning against the headboard, Song Pianxian’s body relaxed naturally, her waist draped over a brocade quilt, and slender legs parted to create space for Yu Yi.

In this position, she lifted her chin and commanded, “Feed yourself.”

Yu Yi had been observing her movements all along, and upon hearing these words, her figure seemed to stiffen momentarily. Then, the delicate maiden slowly leaned forward, placing both hands on the bed. Like a cat, she swayed her hips and moved towards the spot prepared by Song Pianxian.

Before lowering her head, Yu Yi glanced up at Song Pianxian one last time.

Bathed in the increasingly pure moonlight, Song Pianxian appeared almost as if merging with it. Her expression serene amidst the lunar glow, her exquisite features took on an aura of saintly purity. When she looked down, it was like a deity gazing upon mortals—aloof and lofty, awaiting their devotion.

And Yu Yi was that mortal.

With graceful sway, Yu Yi bent her long neck, gently approaching. She sniffed softly, then peered through hazy eyes.

Parting and closing, it seemed to exhale something inviting.

Yu Yi eagerly met it with her lips and tongue.

Upon tasting, she discovered that the nectar flowing from this place was as rich as spiritual fluid yet far more luscious and sweet.

Unable to resist wanting more, she delved deeper.

Her tongue danced nimbly, stirring the waters of springtime desire and drawing out every drop of intoxicating essence.

Yet suddenly, she paused.

Tension gripped her tongue, surrounded by soft flesh.

Song Pianxian had bitten her.

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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu

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