“The technique has been passed on.
From now on you only need to guide your internal energy along the path I showed you, and you will naturally master it in time.”
Long Yue’s voice turned icy cold again, with no warmth in it.
“This technique is the essence of yin and yang in heaven and earth.
If you can grasp its mysteries, ascending to immortality is only a matter of time.
Remember, each time you practice you must imagine the path of the energy flow and guide the internal energy to circulate again and again.
Over time you will reach mastery.
This technique has no fixed moves.
It relies entirely on the circulation of internal energy.
As long as your internal energy is abundant, every move can take a life.
There is no need to be bound by set forms.”
Mo Xingyun was still lost in the strange experience he had just had.
His meridians felt opened, flowing freely.
But when he circulated his true energy he felt that his internal strength had not grown much.
He could not help asking in confusion, “Master, I do feel full inside, but my internal strength does not seem to have increased much.
Do I need any special training?”
Long Yue’s full breasts rose and fell a little.
A faint, cold smile curved her cold, beautiful lips.
Her stunning face looked even more alluring under the green light.
“You must cultivate from scratch with your own treasure.
But I have modified your body, including your brain structure and your genitals, so they better suit the waking of the Qinghua treasure inside you.
Your cultivation will certainly advance by leaps and bounds in the future.
Conquering the world will only be a matter of time.”
When he heard her mention brain and genitals he was shocked.
He exclaimed, “Master, why does practicing martial arts require changing the body’s structure?
What exactly is this…?”
Her cold, beautiful eyes flashed with a sharp, icy light.
She cut him off.
“Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed.
If you are destined to have this technique, it will naturally circulate in your body.”
He was puzzled.
There were no techniques, and she had not taught him how to cultivate, yet she said it would run on its own.
How could such a thing exist in this world?
But then he thought of Long Yue, who had saved his life.
If not for her help he would likely have died at the bottom of the lake long ago.
Faced with these questions he could only say with respect, “Master, this technique is indeed profound.
This disciple will certainly practice diligently and live up to your expectations.”
A hint of satisfaction showed on her face, but she looked a little tired.
She said, “My spiritual energy is almost gone.
Now that you have rescued me from that thousand-year prison, my life has no meaning anyway.
This world has nothing for me to cherish, and I have nowhere to go.”
He started and said in a hurry, “Master, why do you say that?
How could you have nowhere to go?
This disciple is willing to follow Master and serve you!”
A hint of tenderness flashed in her icy eyes.
She shook her head gently and sighed softly.
“Follow?
In my present state I am nothing but a remnant soul with its remaining power.
Where can I lead you?
Fine.
You saved me from my predicament.
I see that the power of your secret treasure is only just waking, and your foundation is not yet stable.
Your future path of cultivation will be full of hardship.
Although my crippled body can no longer move like a normal person’s, I do have a secret technique.”
After saying that she gazed at him deeply and slowly raised her slender hand.
The black silk dress that was like a second skin and perfectly outlined her curves began to wriggle a little, as if it were alive.
The edges of the silk began to dissolve slowly, like ink dripping into clear water.
Then the black threads began to peel off her snow-white, jade-like skin on their own.
Like living serpents, black silk threads began to unravel from her smooth neck and rounded shoulders.
Each inch of silk removed was like a forbidden veil being slowly lifted, showing skin that shone with a warm, delicate ivory luster in the dim light, flawless and giving off a fatal allure.
Mo Xingyun’s pupils tightened all at once.
He saw the black silk glide over her full, high, firm, almost bursting breasts.
As the silk threads were peeled away, the two plump, large breasts were completely freed and stood proudly upright.
The two tender, ripe, rosy nipples at the top were especially striking and erotic in the dim light.
The silk threads went on downward and tenderly brushed her flat, firm, slightly sweaty abdomen.
When they reached her plump, round, beautiful buttocks, the snow-white, smooth flesh trembled a little as the silk was removed and rippled with waves of flesh that made the blood heat.
At last the black threads receded completely from her long, straight, firm, lustrous legs like a tide, and showed a breathtakingly perfect, snow-white body, completely naked and unreserved, to his shocked, incredulous gaze.
Her towering breasts, slender waist, full hips, and the deep, hidden, lush private parts all gave off a primal, fiery allure of desire through that unreserved exposure.
Her figure was like that of a celestial being, yet it held the seductive charm of a mature woman, utterly sensual.
But the stripped black threads did not scatter on the ground.
Instead they turned into hundreds of flowing strands of energy, giving off a faint black mist, swirling and dancing around her naked body like a group of living black spirits.
They gathered into tentacle-like forms and gently wrapped and covered Long Yue’s snow-white, alluring body once more.
This time it was no longer in the form of underclothes, but a purer interweaving and covering of energy.
Black threads slid and moved across her snow-white skin, as if trying to devour and dissolve her flesh and blood completely.
Her figure gradually blurred in the embrace of those black threads.
Her snow-white skin intertwined and fused with the jet-black threads.
Light and shadow shifted, dreamlike and illusory, full of an eerie, bewitching beauty.
He watched as her features and body gradually lost their original shape as the black threads wrapped and tightened in a frenzy.
Her snow-white breasts, plump buttocks, and slender legs showed faintly under the tangle of threads.
There was no pain on her beautiful face, only a transcendent calm.
At last all the black threads and her dissolving body suddenly collapsed and contracted inward.
All the radiance and mist condensed into a single point in an instant.
When the dim light faded, the tall, voluptuous, stunningly beautiful figure was gone.
The prison remained.
The stone walls were dark and gloomy.
Only on the ground where Long Yue had just stood lay a small clump of something — a ball of black, glossy hair about the size of a fist, giving off the unique fragrance that had come from Long Yue before. You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
This clump of hair had an incredibly unique texture.
It was like the finest black silk, smooth and lustrous, yet it also carried a strange life force that could not be named.
It even undulated a little, in a rhythm.
The surface still kept the luster and mysterious patterns of the black silk garments that had flowed around it.
“Master?!
You… you are…?” He was shocked and could hardly believe his eyes.
“You need not panic.” Long Yue’s voice answered directly in his mind.
“This is an ancient method of my clan called Spirit Transformation and Return to Origin.
My essence and soul are now exhausted, and my physical body is only an aggregate of energy, which cannot be kept for long.
By transforming into this form I can both attach myself to you and slowly recover by borrowing your energy, and also protect your soul, giving some small help when you meet danger in your cultivation.
Once I have recovered somewhat, I may be able to help you raise your cultivation.”
“This… this is unacceptable!” Mixed feelings overwhelmed him — shock at this strange change, and deep gratitude and reluctance at what she had done.
“My master has sacrificed so much for me.
How can I ever repay her!”
“It is not a sacrifice.
It is only a change in the way we exist.”
Her voice held a hint of self-mockery, then softened.
“By carrying me with you, it is as if I am by your side.
If needed, I can also speak with you through the mind and offer some guidance.”
The tuft of black hair twitched a little, as if in answer to her words, and released an even richer fragrance, mixed with a trace of the unique, captivating scent Long Yue had possessed before.
He reached out with care and cradled the soft, strangely elastic black hair in his palm.
It felt cool and smooth, as if he were holding something alive, and he could even sense the faint energy fluctuations inside it.
A strong tremor ran through him.
This was not only a powerful master.
It was more like a precious treasure entirely his own, wound into his fate.
He carefully and gently placed the black hair close to his body and savored its coolness and faint fragrance.
He gazed at the empty prison cell.
Seeing that Long Yue stayed silent, he felt a sense of loss mixed with an unprecedented sense of fullness and duty.
He felt the new power inside him, and the mysterious black silk in his arms.
Thinking of his mysterious master’s cold and incomparably beautiful face, her voluptuous and alluring figure, and the peculiar state in which she now belonged to him and lived with him, he was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
He climbed the stone steps.
After several winding staircases he reached the top and found a dead end.
He looked carefully at his surroundings and noticed a unique green brick on the wall.
He set his hand on it and channeled the internal energy he had just gained.
A green light came from his fingertips.
The brick shattered.
A mechanism at the top opened and showed an exit to the ground.
He looked at his palm in surprise.
This internal energy was indeed extraordinary.
It could unleash such power so soon after he acquired it.
He went outside and found himself on the other side of the lake where he had fallen.
He quickly climbed back up.