As the fifth month approached, Qing's unbound aura surged, conjuring lotuses to bloom on the earth and weaving frost through the night, its weight pressing upon the capital's cultivators. "She's untouched by dragon qi," one grumbled. "Such fortune to be the emperor's daughter."
"Don't be mistaken," another replied sharply. "Even without dragon qi, her realm is beyond you." The pressure deepened each day, building toward the night of lunar harmony, when the moon's phases aligned in perfect balance.
At the palace's rear mountain, Qing's power reached its peak, transforming the land. Ironwood trees blossomed, grasses glowed silver, and the slopes shimmered like a snow-clad peak in summer, radiant under the stars. Mist rose, cloaking the mountain in a celestial veil, while thunderclouds gathered, violet lightning dancing within.
Supporters and skeptics watched from beyond the storm, offering silent prayers. Warm vapors drifted from a jade-lined pool, their steam blending with the mountain's spiritual glow, painting a scene from an immortal's dream.
A white jade platform, ten zhang wide, floated at the pool's heart, traced with faint daoist runes, a soft glowing barrier encircling it. Qing stood at its center, clad in a flowing white robe, its silken folds hugging her graceful form.
Her chest was bound tightly, her slender waist tied with a silk sash, and a long skirt draped over her youthful hips. Through slits in the skirt, her flawless legs peeked out. She gazed at the thunderclouds and faint moon, still as a divine statue, a vision from a sacred scroll.
A heavy gulp broke the silence. Less than a zhang away stood Elder Mu, an aged eunuch, his wrinkled face marked by time, his thin hair clinging to a spotted scalp, his loose robes hanging on a bony frame. His head bowed, he stole glances at Qing, his dim eyes filled with adoration and yearning.
Qing, no longer restraining her aura, radiated a cold, noble grace, her presence like moonlight spilling over a quiet river, bright as the sun. Her beauty hushed the capital. She tilted her head, revealing a perfect jaw and delicate neck, her elegance icy and regal, as it was when Elder Mu first saw her in Yong Row, distant, like a star.
Yet now, he felt no fear, only love and desire. Even in her frosty splendor, Qing's unearthly beauty captivated him, her unleashed power making her seem less mortal, more divine. His gaze traced her fine features, her sharp collarbone, her hidden bosom, and her slender waist.
He swallowed hard, picturing her hips, round and firm, like twin moons. His thoughts wandered to the sacred place between her thighs, stirring a desire held back for a month. His swollen manhood pressed against his robes, its shape clear.
Breathing heavily, love and longing burned in his eyes, his gaze warming the air. The tranquil platform grew heavy with tension. "Qing," Elder Mu rasped, his voice rough, lips dry. Qing lowered her gaze, meeting his.
His eyes blazed with raw yearning, hers were calm, like a silent moon. After a pause, she nodded slightly. Her flawless face showed no change, but Elder Mu noticed a blush on her ears, her breath uneven, betraying her calm.
Overjoyed, he shed his robes, revealing a scarred, thin chest. Pulling free his trousers, his eager manhood sprang forth, swaying in the air. The thick scent of a month's restraint filled the platform, mingling with the warm mist.
His manhood, engorged from abstinence, looked larger, thicker, longer, almost unearthly. To prepare for this night, Elder Mu had endured torment, resisting urges through restless nights, saving every drop for Qing.
His body, though, produced essence too quickly, filling his reservoirs overnight. After a week, he woke to soaked garments, the thick, creamy essence spilling over. Wiser, he bound his manhood with a leather cord, trapping the surging essence until his reservoirs swelled, heavy as gourds.
Now, unbinding the cord, his manhood stood bare, its skin stretched tight, reservoirs swaying like fruit. The shaft, veined and pulsing, was thicker, dark from swelling, its length nearing four chi. The head, purple and fierce, pulsed with vital force.
Qing's breath caught as she saw it, larger than before. "It's grown," she thought, not with fear but with a strange warmth. A tingle spread from her belly, her sacred core growing hot and empty.
The desire Elder Mu had kindled, sparked by her cultivation and their past encounters, burned fiercely after a month's restraint. His potent scent, like their first meeting in Yong Row, overwhelmed her. Her composure faltered, a flush spreading, her eyes showing shyness.
Thunder rumbled above, but she ignored it, locked on Elder Mu's fierce gaze. He stepped closer, his breath warm on her face, her faint fragrance teasing his weathered skin. "Qing!" he urged, voice trembling.
She nodded, but before she could speak, he kissed her, his dry lips claiming her soft ones. His rough tongue pushed past, seeking her sweet tongue. Startled, Qing softened, opening her lips to let him in.
His coarse tongue twined with hers, curling like vines, their lips locked in a heated dance. Their mingled essence flowed, the wet sounds of their kiss echoing. Qing's soft moans blended with the slick noises.
Elder Mu's hands moved, sliding from her waist to her bosom, fingers kneading her firm mounds. Unlike Mei Su's full, heavy bosom or Li's delicate one, Qing's were youthful, soft yet springy, yielding under his touch.
Through the cloth, he felt her peaks harden, pressing against the fabric. Pinching them, he drew a soft whimper from Qing, her body trembling. Her tongue paused, letting his lead as she swallowed their shared essence.
Taking his chance, he drank deeply of her lips and tongue, savoring her sweet nectar. His hands worked tirelessly, shaping her bosom, sinking into its softness. After a long moment, he freed her lips, now red and swollen, her tongue pale from his fervor.
A thin thread of essence stretched between them, breaking slowly. Qing's calm eyes turned misty, her face flushed, breath uneven. Elder Mu's manhood twitched, leaking sticky fluid. Caught in his scent, Qing breathed deeply, craving it despite its strength.
Glancing at the thunderclouds, she nodded again, lips red and tempting. Ecstatic, Elder Mu knelt, his hands moving from her bosom to her belly, then to the silk sash tying her skirt. With a pull, the skirt fell, revealing her lower form.
She wore white undergarments, covering her firm hips, ending mid-thigh to show her perfect legs, slender yet softly curved, not bony but gently plush, her calves smooth as jade. Her bare feet, small and flawless, stood on the platform, their arches pink, toes curled in shyness.
Unlike the bound feet of courtesans, hers were pure, symmetrical, divine. Elder Mu's hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into her firm flesh through the cloth. He tasted her bare thigh, his rough tongue brushing her silken skin.
Qing shivered, her toes curling tighter. His tongue, rough yet soft, sent sparks through her, her legs pressing together. He savored every inch of her bare thighs, then paused, eyeing the center of her undergarments.
The fabric, slightly loose, hid her sacred place, but a faint outline hinted at its shape. Leaning in, he inhaled deeply, catching a floral scent, rich as blooming orchids. Unlike the sharp odor of common women, Qing's scent was pure, her essence sweet as honey.
He'd tasted it before, and its memory haunted him. Sniffing again, he frowned, the scent stirring a memory from months ago in Yong Row. "Have you been to my chambers before?" he asked, looking up.
Qing's face reddened, her hand gently pushing his bald head, silent but telling. Smiling, he kissed the outlined cloth, drawing a soft moan. His tongue lapped at the fabric, wetting it, the sweet taste of her essence growing stronger.
Her legs shook, her buried desire surging as her core grew moist. The cloth, now soaked, clung to her skin, showing her plump, hairless mound. Annoyed by the barrier, he tugged at the undergarment's ties.
As it slid down, her pale hips emerged, round and smooth. Her mound, freed, glistened, its full lips tightly closed, a clean line guarding her purity. Like Mei Su, Qing's mound was hairless, its lips youthful and plump, unlike the looser shapes of older women or the thinness of youth.
Hers was a rare "white tiger" seam, a perfect, seamless line, shining with moisture. Elder Mu's breath quickened, his manhood pulsing. He drew the cloth past her knees, sticky strands clinging before snapping free.
Her sacred core, now bare, was a vision, plump, pale, and flawless, like a fresh bun. Its tight seam hid all within, even after his touch. Above, her white-robed torso stayed noble; below, her nakedness was raw, inviting.
His fingers brushed her mound, softer than her bosom or hips, giving like dough. Gently parting her lips, he revealed her inner petals, pink, tender, almost clear, like a maiden's, barely formed. Her tiny pearl, a shy bud, peeked from its hood.
"Have you seen enough?" Qing's voice trembled, her calm breaking. Breathing heavily, his breath teased her open core, making it quiver. He kissed it fiercely, sucking her tender flesh, pulling a moan of pain and pleasure.
Her hands pushed at his head, but he devoured her, drinking her sweet nectar as it flowed. His tongue plunged inside, probing her silken passage, her walls tightening around it. Her moans grew wild as his tongue reached a barrier, her maidenhead, glowing faintly with spiritual light.
"No!" she cried, her body shaking, legs giving way as she fell onto his face. Her core clenched, spraying nectar across his lips and cheeks. He drank eagerly, swallowing every drop, then parted her lips wider, staring at the glowing membrane.
"What is this?" he wondered, noting its light. Panting, Qing answered, "My virgin yin essence." As a bearer of the rare Taiyin Body, her maidenhead held great power, a treasure even immortals would seek.
Yet here, it was offered to a lowly, unsightly eunuch. Thunder roared above, the storm ready to break. Qing steadied herself, her eyes clearing, though a blush remained. Elder Mu stood, his massive manhood towering, reservoirs swollen, head fierce.
Her gaze faltered, but she nodded. He aligned his manhood with her seam, its heat burning her tender lips. Her legs clamped shut, trapping him, but he parted them gently, gripping her hips. "I come!" he growled, thrusting forward as thunder crashed, lightning lighting the sky.
The end~
Dear Readers,
The journey of *Immortal Vengeance* has reached its epic conclusion with Chapter 84 on Webnovel and 85 on patreon. The core narrative arc is complete: Elder Mu and Qing have forged an unbreakable bond, achieving immortality together and extending their lifespans by millennia. Having ascended to the pinnacle of power, they now stand unrivaled at their world. This fated union between Elder Mu and Qing fulfills the story's central purpose, bringing their story to end.
I'm thrilled to announce that side stories exploring the relationships of other characters will follow, continuing from Chapter 86. These stories, which will delve into the romantic and intimate connections of the side characters, are expected to be completed within a month. Please note that these side stories will be exclusive to my Patreon members as a special thank you for their support.
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