A week had passed since Zhang Hao and Li An became dao companions.
Li An's physical body had long since recovered—she could walk now, her legs steady beneath her, her movements controlled. But her meridians and spiritual roots were still damaged.
Or rather, they 'should' have been damaged.
With primordial yin spiritual roots, her internal injuries had healed within days. Her meridians had repaired themselves. Her spiritual energy had surged back to full capacity, threatening to push her cultivation even higher.
And so, to stop her cultivation from rising any further, she had no choice but to shatter her spiritual roots again and again.
Li An laughed bitterly at the irony.
When I still had my male body, I spent nearly two hundred years trying to repair my broken spiritual roots. I searched every ruin, studied every forbidden text, begged every alchemist and formation master I could find. And I found nothing.
Now I'm shattering my own spiritual roots every three days just because they regenerate too fast.
The primordial yin spiritual roots truly lived up to their name. Even when completely shattered and damaged, they could still regenerate and repair themselves with terrifying speed.
The process of shattering one's own spiritual roots was excruciating. It felt like tearing apart the very foundation of her cultivation, like ripping her soul into pieces and scattering them across her meridians. But Li An, who had endured far greater pain—who had burned her blood essence to save her fellow disciples, who had lived for centuries in a crippled body—could still endure it.
Though she could endure the pain, her physical body showed obvious signs of the self-harm.
Her face was always pale, the color drained from her cheeks. Her skin, which had been fair to begin with beneath Li An's plain disguise, now revealed the faint blue tracery of arteries and veins underneath. Her movements were not as smooth as before. Though she could walk normally through sheer willpower, her vision was unfocused, her hearing slightly impaired, and her hands trembled when she thought no one was looking.
The reason she had to suppress her cultivation was simple.
Zhang Hao.
Even though Zhang Hao had repeatedly said that just having her by his side was enough, the emotions he sent through the ring artifact when she mentioned there was a way he could break her hymen told a different story.
Li An did not blame him.
After all, I once had a male body. I know how deadly seductive Wu Meng Ting's true form is. Even knowing they would die after sleeping with her, many men would still be willing to offer their lives.
Zhang Hao, who can control himself despite his desire, has already proven how deep his love for me is.
And for Zhang Hao to survive their first night together, he had to be as strong as possible—and she had to be as weak as possible.
If her cultivation increased alongside Zhang Hao's, the chances of him surviving would plummet.
If suffering this little pain and inconvenience can ensure Zhang Hao's life, then I'll do it gladly.
As for her physical appearance and disabilities, she could easily hide them or make excuses. Even if someone were to check, they would only find Li An's mid-grade yin spiritual roots. Her shattered primordial yin spiritual roots, hidden deep within Wu Meng Ting's body, would remain invisible.
Zhang Hao still came to find Li An every day. They took frequent strolls through the Mystic Peak, holding hands, speaking quietly about cultivation and the future.
But after announcing their status as dao companions, Zhang Hao had been busy with wedding preparations, and the time he spent with Li An had shortened.
That works in my favor, Li An thought. The less contact we have, the less chance he'll discover my abnormalities.
Zhang Hao, now a Golden Core cultivator, had also been assigned more responsibilities. He guided new disciples on the Forging Peak, managed their monthly resource allocations, and oversaw the maintenance of the sect's weapon forges.
When Zhang Hao visited Li An today, she told him to keep the next three days free.
"My menstruation cycle is arriving," she said quietly, her voice steady despite the faint tremor in her hands. "It's the best time for you to absorb my primordial yin spiritual energy."
Zhang Hao's eyes lit up immediately. "Then I'll—"
"Wait." Li An raised a hand, cutting him off. "I need to explain something first."
Zhang Hao frowned, concerned. "What is it?"
Li An hesitated, then spoke carefully. "You asked me once why I don't... provide you with the divine liquid every day. Why I limit our intimate contact to my menstruation cycle."
Zhang Hao nodded slowly.
"It's because I'm afraid," Li An admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know how intense the pleasure produced by Wu Meng Ting's body is. I'm scared that if I indulge too often, my bodily desires will eventually consume me. That I'll become addicted to the pleasure and lose control."
She looked down at her hands, which were trembling slightly. "So I limit our physical contact to when I have my menstruation cycle. I have to take the Pain Reduction Pill and relieve myself anyway. I might as well produce the divine liquid you need to strengthen your cultivation at the same time."
Zhang Hao reached out and took her hands in his, his grip warm and steady. "I understand. And I'm grateful—for everything you're doing for me."
Li An felt the sincerity of his emotions through the ring artifact and allowed herself a small smile.
He truly does love me.
Zhang Hao's happiness was so overwhelming that he failed to notice the abnormalities in Li An's condition. If he had paid closer attention, he would have seen that her pupils were unfocused, that she had asked him to repeat his words several times, that her hearing was slightly impaired.
But Li An had hidden it too well. Her ears might be damaged, but she could still make out most of what Zhang Hao said. No one would be able to tell that anything was wrong.
The next day, they gathered in Li An's residence.
The room was sealed with the concealment formations Li An had personally crafted centuries ago, ensuring that no one could see or hear what happened inside.
Li An stood in the center of the room and slowly peeled away the plain skin of Li An, revealing the peerless form of Wu Meng Ting beneath.
Zhang Hao's breath caught.
No matter how many times he saw her true body, it never failed to steal the air from his lungs.
Wu Meng Ting's snow-white hair cascaded down her back in a silken waterfall, framing a face so beautiful it seemed sculpted by the heavens themselves. Her full, crimson lips were slightly parted, her violet eyes half-lidded and hazy with the first stirrings of arousal. Her breasts were impossibly full and heavy, defying gravity as they rose and fell with each breath, the pale pink nipples already beginning to harden. Her waist was so narrow it looked as though it could snap, the curve of her hips flaring out into a perfect hourglass. Her thighs were soft and strong, her legs long and flawless, and between them—
Zhang Hao tore his gaze away, his face flushing.
This body is a weapon, he thought, his heart pounding. A weapon designed to destroy men.
Wu Meng Ting walked slowly to the bed and sat down, her movements graceful despite the faint tremor in her limbs.
Within moments, the bedsheets began to stain with blood.
Wu Meng Ting quickly swallowed a Pain Reduction Pill, and the moment it took effect, a wave of overwhelming desire surged up from deep within her body.
"Nnh—"
Her breath hitched, her thighs pressing together instinctively as heat flooded her lower abdomen. Her nipples hardened into aching points, and between her legs, her entrance grew slick with a mixture of menstrual blood and arousal.
It's starting.
She reached out and took Zhang Hao's hand, guiding it down her flat abdomen and toward the entrance of her hot, overflowing hole.
Zhang Hao's hand trembled as it reached her entrance.
So wet. So hot.
He pressed a single finger against her labia, and even that slight pressure made Wu Meng Ting's body jolt.
"Ahh—!"
Her entrance was impossibly tight. He could barely insert a single finger into her vagina, and the moment he did, the sensation nearly overwhelmed him.
Wet. Hot. Tight.
The layers of flesh inside clenched and squeezed against his fingertip like countless tiny mouths sucking, pulling him deeper. He didn't know what to do, so he just kept pushing and jabbing, his knuckles scraping against a rough patch on the vaginal wall.
When he scraped that spot, a white light exploded before Wu Meng Ting's eyes.
"AHHH—!"
Her body convulsed violently, her back arching high off the bed as if she'd been split in two. Her breasts bounced up from her chest and swung to either side, the heavy mounds jiggling obscenely. Her hips bucked, her thighs trembling, and a torrent of slick fluid gushed from her entrance, soaking Zhang Hao's hand and dripping onto the bedsheets.
Zhang Hao stared, transfixed.
Wu Meng Ting's face was pressed against his chest, drool leaking down her chin. Her waist was bouncing frantically up and down, making wet, gurgling sounds as fluid splashed onto the bed. Her hands were pinching and twisting her nipples, deforming her breasts into lewd shapes. Her eyes were half-open, glistening with tears and sweat, her lips swollen and red, a dazed smile playing on her lips that she herself would never recognize.
This body is too beautiful, Zhang Hao thought, his throat dry. Even in this disheveled state, it's unbelievably beautiful.
Her breasts were full and round, the areolas a light brown, like two withered leaves fallen on snow against the pale mounds. Her waist was so slender it looked as though it had been sculpted with a knife, the indentations on either side just large enough to fit two palms. Her hips were round and her legs long, every muscle perfectly proportioned—any more and she would be too muscular, any less and she would be too thin. Her skin was almost translucent, gleaming like porcelain in the dim light.
This body is practically desire itself.
The pleasure began to climb in one direction, like water in a kettle being heated over a fire. Zhang Hao thrust his finger faster and faster, his thumb pressing hard on her clitoris in tight circles.
Wu Meng Ting's vagina began to contract violently, biting his finger tighter and tighter. Her thighs trembled, her lower abdomen trembled, even her lips trembled. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged inhale.
The vaginal contractions became frantic, almost forcing his finger out. Her clitoris throbbed beneath his thumb, hard as a pebble.
Zhang Hao saw Wu Meng Ting's face flush crimson, her lips parted, her eyes wide open and brimming with tears—
Her body jolted upward abruptly.
"AHHHH—!"
Her waist arched upward, as if pulled from her stomach by an invisible thread. Her vagina spasmed violently, the walls twisting together, and a gush of scalding liquid erupted from deep within, splashing onto Zhang Hao's palm, onto the bed, and running down her thighs in thick rivulets.
Zhang Hao didn't stop. His finger continued to thrust forcefully, his thumb still pressing her clitoris, and waves of pleasure crashed down on her, each one tearing her body to shreds, then piecing it back together, only to tear it apart again.
Wu Meng Ting was screaming.
The sound was high-pitched and trembling, bouncing back and forth between the bedroom walls. Her toes curled up, her calves cramped, and her thighs tensed and then suddenly relaxed. Everything went white, her ears were ringing, and her whole body felt like it had been set on fire from the inside, burning everything away.
The squirting continued for several long spurts before finally stopping.
Wu Meng Ting collapsed onto the bed, her face pressed against the pillow, drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Her breasts were pressed flat against her body, her nipples digging into the bedsheets and causing slight discomfort. Her legs were spread wide, and her vaginal opening was still twitching, small spurts of clear fluid seeping out with each spasm.
Zhang Hao slowly removed his finger and quickly collected the liquid flowing from her entrance. The fluid was pink in color—a mixture of her love juices and menstrual blood.
He stared at the still-overflowing vagina, watching the way it clenched and released, and a thought occurred to him.
Would the effects of the divine liquid be more potent if I drank directly from the source?
Zhang Hao lowered his head and pressed his lips against that moist crevice.
Wu Meng Ting jolted as if she'd been electrocuted.
"Ahh—! Zhang Hao, wait—!"
But Zhang Hao didn't stop. He used his tongue to part her labia, found the tiny, swollen clitoris, and flicked it rapidly with the tip of his tongue.
"Nnh—! Ahh—! No—too much—!"
Wu Meng Ting's voice was intermittent, changing from moans to gasps, and from gasps to almost sobbing whimpers. Her legs clamped around Zhang Hao's head, her thighs rubbing against his ears, and her fingers dug into his hair, pressing him deeper into her moist crevice.
The climax came quickly and violently, giving her no time to prepare.
"AHHHHH—!"
Wu Meng Ting's body arched violently, and a stream of clear liquid gushed from her vagina, splashing directly into Zhang Hao's mouth.
Zhang Hao swallowed instinctively, and the moment the divine liquid entered his body, he felt his yang energy surge. His already-erect penis swelled even larger, straining painfully against his robes. He felt as though he would explode if he didn't relieve himself soon.
His gaze fell on Wu Meng Ting's rosy lips, still parted and glistening.
Since I've licked her private parts, wouldn't it be fair if she returned the favor?
He pulled out his hard, burning penis and aimed the swollen glans at her slightly parted lips.
Before he could even apply pressure, Wu Meng Ting leaned in and took it into her mouth, like a starving person finally receiving food.
Her tongue immediately wrapped around his shaft, licking skillfully along its length from base to tip, before she opened her mouth wide and swallowed the entire penis deep into her throat.
"Fuck—!"
Zhang Hao's hips jerked involuntarily.
Wu Meng Ting sucked hard, her cheeks slightly sunken, the contractions in her throat pressing against the glans. She seemed to have completely lost her sense of reason, leaving only instinct to drive her as she pleased the penis in her mouth.
The wet, hot sensation made Zhang Hao's scalp tingle, his lower back ache, and he felt himself about to ejaculate.
Sensing the potent yang energy about to erupt from Zhang Hao's penis, Wu Meng Ting's hands instinctively grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper, forcing his penis all the way into her throat.
The instant that surge of heat shot out, her body convulsed violently.
"MMPH—!"
Her vagina contracted in waves, reaching an unprecedented orgasm. Her whole body tensed like a bow, and her thighs were sprayed with a hard jet of fluid.
Her consciousness was suppressed by her body's overwhelming desire for more.
Suddenly, she flipped Zhang Hao—who had been standing over her—and pinned him onto the bed. She aligned her mouth with his penis and bent down, taking him deep into her throat once more.
Zhang Hao's body trembled. He hadn't recovered from his previous ejaculation, and the warm, tight pressure surrounding his penis was almost unbearable.
Even after he released his yang essence multiple times, Wu Meng Ting showed no signs of stopping. He could only ejaculate again and again while Wu Meng Ting pressed her vagina against his face, squirting love juices constantly.
Suddenly, Wu Meng Ting stopped.
She released his penis from her mouth and sat up, her snow-white hair disheveled and clinging to her sweat-slicked skin. She reached down between her legs and inserted her fingers into her entrance, trying to widen her uterus.
"Ahh—! Nnh—!"
Love juices sprayed onto Zhang Hao's face as Wu Meng Ting's body convulsed again.
She repositioned herself, straddling Zhang Hao's hips, and began rubbing her already-twitching cunt against his penis.
Zhang Hao's eyes widened in alarm.
No—she's going to—
He tried to struggle, tried to push Wu Meng Ting away, but he couldn't overpower her. With her primordial yin spiritual energy out of control, her strength far exceeded his.
"Wu Meng Ting—stop! You'll kill me!"
But Wu Meng Ting was no longer in control of her body. Her consciousness had long been suppressed by the overwhelming desire of her primordial yin spiritual roots.
She sat down hard.
Perhaps because her vagina was too tight, the impact didn't allow the penis to penetrate her body. Instead, it was pushed out, sliding along her slick labia.
The sensation caused Wu Meng Ting's body to convulse again, and she collapsed onto Zhang Hao's chest for a few seconds, gasping for breath.
But she wasn't discouraged.
She reached down, aimed his penis at her entrance again, and sat down once more.
This time, Zhang Hao felt the tip of his penis slowly being enveloped by countless tiny mouths, sucking onto the glans. As the hard object was slowly inserted, he felt something blocking its advance.
The hymen.
Zhang Hao's heart pounded with terror.
If I break through that barrier, there will be no turning back. I'll die beneath her.
"Wu Meng Ting—please! Stop! You have to stop!"
He yelled and yelled, hoping she could regain her senses.
As if his prayers were answered, the Pain Reduction Pill's effect suddenly ran out.
Wu Meng Ting's eyes snapped open, and she gasped as excruciating pain flooded her lower abdomen.
"Ahh—!"
Her body trembled violently as she felt the hard object halfway inserted into her entrance. She looked down and saw Zhang Hao struggling beneath her, his face pale with fear.
Her own face turned even paler.
I almost killed him.
She immediately stood up, trying to remove the thickness she felt between her legs.
The penis slid out—but her movements were too violent, and her body was far too sensitive.
The moment the glans scraped against her inner walls, Wu Meng Ting's body detonated.
"AHHHHHHH—!"
She fell forward onto Zhang Hao's chest, experiencing soul-breaking pleasure. She could feel her consciousness leave her body again and again, flickering in and out like a dying flame. Her body could only tremble on top of Zhang Hao's as her lower body kept squirting huge pools of fluid, drenching them both and soaking the bedsheets beneath them.
Only after several long minutes did the pleasure finally subside.
Wu Meng Ting lay there, trembling and gasping, her snow-white hair plastered to her face and neck. She hugged Zhang Hao tightly, her face teary and her voice quivering.
"I almost killed you," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I almost killed the man I love."
For the first time, she despised possessing such a peerless body.
If I were truly Li An—if I had an ordinary body—I could make love with my beloved partner without fear.
Zhang Hao, hearing her words, wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
"It's not your fault," he said gently. "I'm lucky to have such a beauty devote her body to me. And even if I die beneath you one day, it will be of my own choice. You should not feel guilty."
Wu Meng Ting felt his emotions through the ring artifact—and she knew his words were meant to comfort her. She could sense the lingering fear beneath his reassurance, the knowledge of how close he had come to death.
I have to ensure this never happens again.
For the next two days, Wu Meng Ting pushed Zhang Hao out of her room.
She tried to satisfy herself so that Zhang Hao would not experience any more danger—but her body, which had experienced a man's touch, could not be satisfied with her thin, skinny fingers.
She lay on the bed, her snow-white hair spread across the pillow, her pale skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Her full breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, the nipples swollen and aching. Between her thighs, her entrance was soaked, dripping continuously onto the bedsheets, but no matter how much fluid her body produced, the orgasm would not come.
She rubbed her fingers against her clitoris in tight, frantic circles.
"Nnh—! Please—!"
The pleasure built and built, climbing higher and higher, but it never crested. It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, unable to jump, unable to fall.
She squeezed her thighs together, rubbing the soft inner flesh against each other, trying to create enough friction to push herself over the edge.
"Ahh—! Why—why won't it—!"
Her hips bucked involuntarily, her body trembling with unfulfilled need. She reached up with her other hand and grabbed her breast, pinching the nipple hard, twisting it, pulling it, ravishing it with desperate, almost violent pressure.
"Nnh—! More—I need—!"
But still, the orgasm would not come.
She switched to the other breast, squeezing and kneading the heavy mound, pinching the nipple until it turned red and swollen. She thrust her fingers deeper into her entrance, curling them, searching for the spot that Zhang Hao had found, but her own fingers were too thin, too weak, and they couldn't reach it properly.
"Please—! Please—!"
Her body was hypersensitive, every nerve ending screaming for release. The slightest touch sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, but they never built into the final, shattering climax she needed.
She rubbed her thighs together harder, faster, the soft flesh slapping together wetly. She pinched both nipples at once, pulling them outward, deforming her breasts into obscene shapes.
"Ahh—! Nnh—! I can't—I can't take it—!"
But still, nothing.
The pleasure kept building, stacking higher and higher, until it felt like her body would explode from the pressure. Her entrance clenched and released, clenched and released, dripping continuously, but the orgasm remained just out of reach.
By the end of the first day, she was exhausted.
Her body was trembling uncontrollably, her vision unfocused, her breathing ragged. Her nipples were swollen and red from the constant abuse, her clitoris throbbing and oversensitized, her entrance aching and empty.
And even after the Pain Reduction Pill's effect subsided, the arousal did not fade.
Her clitoris still felt tingling, her nipples were still erect, and her entrance still ached with unfulfilled need.
She could only endure it with pure willpower.
On the second day, she tried again.
She rubbed her thighs together until the soft inner flesh was red and irritated. She pinched and twisted her nipples until they were so swollen she could barely touch them without gasping. She thrust her fingers into her entrance again and again, curling them, pressing them against her inner walls, but the orgasm still would not come.
"Why—! Why is this happening—!"
Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat that soaked her snow-white hair. Her body was shaking violently, her hips bucking involuntarily, her entrance clenching and releasing in desperate, futile spasms.
I need Zhang Hao, she realized with despair. My body needs his yang energy. Without it, I can't climax.
The realization was humiliating—and terrifying.
If I become dependent on him, if I can't satisfy myself without him, then I'll lose control. I'll become a slave to my own body's desires.
But she had no choice.
After her menstruation cycle ended, her body still felt unimaginably hot and sensitive, and the arousal would not subside.
When Zhang Hao visited her on the next day, she was wearing Li An's plain skin, but beneath the disguise, Wu Meng Ting's body was trembling with pent-up need.
The moment Zhang Hao stepped through the door, she grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the bed.
"Li An—what—?"
She didn't answer. She stripped off her robes with trembling hands, revealing the modest curves of the disguise, and straddled his thigh.
She began rubbing her cunt against his leg, grinding down hard, her hips moving in frantic, desperate circles.
"Ahh—! Nnh—! Yes—!"
The moment her entrance made contact with his warm, solid thigh, the pleasure that had been building for two days finally began to crest.
"Zhang Hao—! I'm—I'm going to—!"
Finally—finally—she managed to climax.
It was earth-shattering.
The pleasure that had been building for two days exploded out of her body all at once, tearing through her like a lightning bolt. Her back arched violently, her thighs clamped around Zhang Hao's leg, and a torrent of fluid gushed from her entrance, soaking his robes and dripping onto the bed.
"AHHHHH—!"
Her vision went white.
She lost consciousness for a moment, her body going limp—but the pleasure was so intense that it dragged her back, forcing her to experience every second of the overwhelming sensation.
"Nnh—! Ahh—! Too much—! Too much—!"
Her body convulsed violently, shaking like a leaf in a storm. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, grinding against Zhang Hao's thigh, prolonging the orgasm, making it last longer and longer.
"Yes—! Yes—! More—! Don't stop—!"
She lost consciousness again, then regained it, then lost it again. Her body was caught in a loop, climaxing over and over, each wave more intense than the last.
The lewd, erotic sounds she made echoed through the sealed room—high-pitched moans, gasping sobs, desperate whimpers.
"Ahh—! Nnh—! Zhang Hao—! I can't—I can't stop—!"
Her entrance clenched and released in powerful spasms, squirting fluid with each contraction. Her nipples, still swollen and oversensitized from two days of abuse, rubbed against Zhang Hao's chest, sending fresh jolts of pleasure through her body.
"AHHHHH—!"
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the climax began to subside.
Her body collapsed onto Zhang Hao's chest, trembling violently with aftershocks. Her ink-black hair was plastered to her face and neck, soaked with sweat. Her breathing was ragged, her heart pounding, and her entrance was still twitching, still dripping fluid onto Zhang Hao's leg.
"Nnh... Zhang Hao..."
Zhang Hao could only collect the divine liquid flowing from Li An's thighs, knowing he could not help her in this situation.
If I touch her sensitive skin now, she'll be sent into another wave of climax.
He watched as Li An—no, Wu Meng Ting—convulsed on the bed, her ink-black hair spread across the pillow, her body trembling with aftershocks.
And he wondered, not for the first time, whether he would truly be strong enough to survive their first night together.