Long Yue's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her expression cold and stern as she said indifferently, "This has nothing to do with you. However, I am waiting for someone fated from the Immortal Palace. Our meeting today is truly the will of heaven."
Mo Xingyun thought to himself that although she was impolite, she had saved his life. He bowed respectfully and said, "This junior is new to the world, my martial arts are weak, and I am surrounded by powerful enemies and was ambushed. I, Mo Xingyun, will never forget the fairy's great kindness."
A hint of disdain appeared on Long Yue's cold, beautiful face as she said arrogantly, "The reason you can't protect yourself and are surrounded by powerful enemies is simply because your martial arts methods are improper, and you are ignorant of the mysteries of the immortal realm."
Mo Xingyun caught the deeper meaning in Long Yue's words and immediately understood he had encountered an extraordinary master, and that she intended to guide him. He quickly knelt and kowtowed, "This junior's martial arts are crude, and I am often bullied, filled with endless regret. I implore the fairy to guide me out of my confusion."
A strange glint appeared in Long Yue's cold, beautiful eyes. "Since you are a descendant of the Immortal Palace, your body contains immense potential. I have a peerless martial art that I can pass on to you to help you awaken the 'treasure' within you. If you are willing to become my disciple, you can both repay my kindness for saving your life and resolve the thousand-year karmic bond between me and the Immortal Palace."
Mo Xingyun didn't understand what she meant by "thousand-year karmic bond," and was even more clueless about this "treasure," but he still said respectfully, "Thank you for your patronage, fairy! However, this junior mistakenly joined the demonic cult in my youth, so my foundation is impure. I wonder if it is too late to become your disciple now?"
Long Yue's full chest rose and fell slightly, the skin under her black silk seeming to tighten even more, a flash of light in her eyes as she said coldly, "It doesn't matter. Although my technique is peculiar and difficult to comprehend, it is not hard to practice. You possess a priceless treasure; once you grasp its true essence, your progress will be rapid. When mastered to its extreme, you can reach a realm of invincibility in this world and ascend to the immortal realm!"
Hearing this, Mo Xingyun was overjoyed and quickly kowtowed in thanks, "Thank you for your favor, fairy! Please, teach me!"
A strange light suddenly flashed in Long Yue's icy, beautiful eyes. Her originally empty and lifeless eyes suddenly became lively, as if a frozen lake had suddenly broken, with strange undercurrents surging.
Her red lips curved into a slight smile as she slowly approached Mo Xingyun, her gait graceful and full of charm. Every step sent a ripple of sensuality through her full hips. The tight black silk dress perfectly outlined every quiver of her buttocks. Her full breasts swayed slightly with her steps, squeezed by the black silk to form a deep cleavage. As her long, beautiful legs crossed, the contours of her snow-white skin were faintly visible under the thin, cicada-wing-like black silk, appearing even more enchanting and soul-stealing.
She walked up to Mo Xingyun and suddenly reached out with a slender, jade-like hand to gently caress his face. Her fingertips were as smooth as silk but carried an unusual heat, gliding across his forehead, temples, and cheeks, finally stopping at his lips, tracing them lightly. This simple touch made Mo Xingyun's heart race, his breathing quicken, and the fire of desire surge within him. He was at a vigorous and passionate age, and his lower body had already quietly risen.
"Your body's energy channels are blocked, your potential sealed, but your yang energy is abundant, containing rich essence. The treasure within you is undeveloped, its potential limitless."
Long Yue's voice became bewitching and seductive, carrying a soul-stealing charm, completely different from her earlier iciness: "I need to borrow the yang essence from your body to awaken my long-dormant power. Only then can I help you open your meridians and teach you this peerless martial art."
With that, she drew closer to Mo Xingyun, her intoxicating fragrance filling his nostrils, her voluptuous body pressing against his chest. Through the mysterious black silk dress, he could clearly feel her perky breasts against him, soft yet surprisingly elastic. The two hard nipples pressed against his chest through the thin silk, like two scorching cherries, searing his heart.
Long Yue gave a bewitching smile, suddenly cupped his face with both hands, and her bright red lips fiercely kissed his. The kiss was sudden and passionate. Her moist, soft lips were like fiery honey, sweet and scorching, carrying a strange fragrance. She opened her sandalwood mouth, and her pink, tender tongue drove straight in, with a domineering and passionate intensity, churning and entwining in his mouth. Her tongue hooked his, gently sucking his fluids, then intertwined, like two snakes dancing, exchanging sweet saliva.
The "tsk tsk" sound of their kiss echoed in the quiet cave. Mo Xingyun had never experienced such a passionate kiss. He felt his world spin, his heart pounding like a drum, and a wave of desire surging through his entire body.
Long Yue's kissing skill was incomparably proficient, sometimes as gentle as a spring breeze, sometimes as intense as a violent storm, leaving him breathless and almost suffocating. He felt a strange energy being stirred within him, beginning to flow slowly through his meridians.
Long Yue's boneless soft hands slid from his face and began to roam his body. Everywhere they touched was like an electric current, numb and fiery. Her long fingertips traveled across his body, accurately pressing on various acupoints. Every touch made the heat flow within him surge even more violently. Her tongue, entwined with his, was like two water snakes mating, exchanging sweet saliva, licking from his palate to his gums, then wrapping around his tongue, bringing him unprecedented pleasure, making his desire soar and his lower body swell and ache.
Suddenly, Long Yue's gorgeous red lips left his, pulling a glistening thread of fluid that shone with an obscene light in the air. Her moist lips slowly slid down his chin, kissing his Adam's apple. The soft lips pressed against his skin, bringing a wet and hot sensation, leaving a trail of wet marks. Her lips were warm and soft, her tongue wet and agile. Every touch was like a spark on dry grass, igniting a blaze. Her tongue circled his collarbone, her hot breath spraying on his neck, an unbearable tingling sensation. Her scorching red lips pressed against his earlobe, gently sucking the small piece of flesh, her teeth lightly nibbling, then her wet, hot tongue licked inside his ear, an electric-like pleasure instantly spreading through his entire body.
"Relax, focus your mind, feel the path of the energy flowing within you, feel the 'treasure' hidden in your body."
Long Yue whispered softly in his ear, her voice as smooth as velvet but carrying an irresistible command. Her hot breath on his ear was both tingling and numb, with a seductive charm.
Just as Mo Xingyun was immersed in this unprecedented experience, Long Yue let out a soft moan. Her boneless jade arms suddenly wrapped around his neck. She lifted her long, beautiful legs and leapt lightly. The meaty, plump, long legs wrapped in black silk wrapped around his waist like a spirit snake. Through the thin stockings, her skin felt silky smooth. The elastic, tender thigh flesh pressed against his waist, tightening slightly, locking him firmly in place.
This sudden intimate contact made Mo Xingyun's whole body stiffen, and his lower body instantly became as hard as iron. He couldn't help but reach out with both hands, firmly holding up her beautiful, plump buttocks. The moment his palms touched them, through the thin layer of black silk, a soft yet elastic sensation was transmitted, making his heart flutter. Her jade buttocks were large and round, like a ripe honey peach, full and plump, so firm they seemed about to overflow from between his fingers. His fingertips sank into the plump, tender ass meat wrapped in black silk, which was soft and smooth, as tender as if coated with honey. As he gently kneaded, the buttock flesh rippled slightly in his palm, full of elasticity, a soul-stealing touch.
Long Yue felt his change, and the corners of her bright red lips turned up slightly, revealing an obscene smile. Using her Qinggong (lightness skill), she wrapped her body around Mo Xingyun, her jade buttocks writhing forward, pressing tightly against his lower body. Through the thin, black silk dress, he could clearly feel the warmth and softness of her private parts. The plump, swollen outline of her labia was faintly visible under the black silk, and the moist heat seeped through the silk, carrying a soul-stirring, fragrant aura. He pressed down hard with both hands; the plump, black-silk-wrapped buttocks deformed slightly between his fingers but quickly bounced back. The silk-covered buttock flesh trembled slightly under the kneading, and every squeeze was like an electric current stimulating his nerves, igniting the surging fire of desire within him, making his mouth dry and his passion rise like a tide, almost uncontrollable. Long Yue's hands began to roam his body, her nimble fingers untying his belt, reaching into his clothes, and touching his scorching skin.
"The treasure hidden in your body is called 'Qing Hua'. This object is ultimate yang, too overbearing. I have been trapped for too long and can only draw a little of your masculine energy to awaken your potential. As for how much this treasure can be awakened, it depends on your own destiny."
Her voice was already tinged with a seductive panting, trembling slightly, revealing a soul-charming charm. Her jade hand roamed his chest, her fingertips lightly brushing across it, pressing on his acupoints. Every touch caused a strange heat to surge within him. Her other hand continued down, lightly caressing his waist, lower abdomen, and finally resting on his already iron-hard manhood.
Mo Xingyun gasped. No woman had ever touched his private area before. This unfamiliar yet intense pleasure almost made him lose control instantly. Long Yue's technique was incomparably skilled, lightly rubbing and kneading through his pants, with just the right amount of force, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, making him both suffer and pleasured. His lower body became even harder, almost to the point of bursting.
"Masculine energy is the foundation of a man, the root of your martial arts advancement, and the key to opening your meridians." As Long Yue spoke, she had already untied his belt, and her slender fingers reached in, directly touching his erect, hard manhood.
Mo Xingyun felt a jolt of electric-like pleasure shoot from his lower body straight to his brain, almost making his legs go weak. Long Yue's fingertips were as light as a feather but carried an incredible heat, gently circling his shaft, sliding up and down. Her technique was breathtaking, with a clear method to its lightness, heaviness, speed, and slowness, caressing the glans, kneading the sac, lightly gripping the shaft, and stroking quickly. Every movement precisely stimulated his sensitive areas, making his breathing more and more rapid, his heart pounding like a drum.
Long Yue's beautiful lips kissed his again, their tongues entwining deeply, exchanging fluids with a "zizi" sound. Her other hand pressed on various acupoints on his body, seemingly guiding the flow of energy within him. Her long, beautiful legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist, her beautiful buttocks grinding back and forth against his lower body. Her moist private parts, separated by the thin, black silk, were pressed tightly against his hardness. The plump, swollen outline of her labia was faintly visible under the black silk. Every teasing grind brought a soul-stealing wave of pleasure. The black silk dress at her private parts made a faint "sila" sound from the intense friction, a few fine threads snapping, revealing a glimpse of the deeper darkness and moisture within. But strangely, the torn areas immediately began to slowly repair themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they possessed life, adding more mysteriousness and the sensuality.
Mo Xingyun held her beautiful, plump buttocks firmly, the full, tender flesh seeming to overflow from between his fingers. His fingertips sank into the smooth, fat buttock flesh. He pressed down hard with both hands; the snow-white buttock flesh deformed slightly between his fingers but quickly bounced back, its firm texture irresistible.
"Feel the flow of energy, guide it along the direction it surges." Long Yue whispered guidance between kisses, her voice hoarse and seductive, but the movements of her hand did not stop for a moment, becoming even more intense as she stroked his thick, hard phallus.
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