We traveled far from the blood-stained clearing where the wolves had fallen, putting ridges and twisting forest paths between us and danger. The deeper we went, the quieter the hidden realm became, until only the wind brushing leaves and the soft crunch of boots against earth accompanied us.
By the time the moon rose, pale and full, even Qingwu suggested we make camp.
A low fire was lit beneath an ancient cedar. Qingwu and Qingying took their usual positions nearby, alert yet relaxed, blades resting within reach.
Yinqing, Yinxuan, and Yinyin sat together across the flames, their injuries already visibly improved after the pills I had given them. Their qi flowed more smoothly now, faint fragrance drifting from their bodies, Pure Fragrance Sect indeed lived up to its name.
As the night deepened, the forest seemed to breathe.
I could feel it first, the subtle stirring in my dantian, the familiar warmth of the Yin–Yang Supreme Body responding to proximity, to harmony. Qingwu noticed almost immediately. She glanced at me from beneath her lashes, lips curving slightly. Qingying's fingers tightened around her sleeve, her breath growing faintly uneven.
No words were needed.
We moved a short distance away from the campfire, far enough for privacy, close enough that nothing would feel hidden. The night swallowed us gently. Dual cultivation began not with urgency, but with rhythm, slow circulation, synchronized breaths, yin and yang weaving together like interlocking streams. Energy rolled between us, growing denser, richer, charged with heat that had nothing to do with fire.
Soft sounds escaped despite our restraint, breaths, murmurs, the whisper of robes shifting. My Thick Dao Tool responded naturally, its presence resonating with cultivation rather than crude intent, amplifying circulation and balance. Qingwu's composure cracked first, her controlled breathing dissolving into low, unguarded sounds. Qingying followed, her usual calm replaced by trembling eagerness as energy surged through her meridians.
Behind us, unseen but not unaware, three pairs of eyes watched.
Yinqing pressed her thighs together, cheeks flushed as she stared without blinking.
Yinxuan's fingers clutched her robe, chest rising too fast for meditation.
Yinyin turned her face away once,only to look back moments later, curiosity overpowering restraint.
The air around them shimmered faintly, their own yin qi unconsciously stirred by what they witnessed.
When the cycle finally closed, energy settling like warm embers, the three of us collapsed together beneath the trees. Qingwu rested her head against my shoulder, Qingying half-asleep with a faint, satisfied smile. The forest returned to stillness.
Sleep claimed us quickly.
Across the fire, the Pure Fragrance disciples lingered long after they should have rested. Their gazes drifted back again and again, expressions conflicted, shy, fascinated, thoughtful. Only when the moon dipped lower did they finally lie down, hearts still racing.
Morning came with pale light and birdsong.
I woke to the sound of movement and caught the way Yinqing froze when our eyes met, her ears reddening instantly. Yinxuan coughed softly, refusing to look directly at us, while Yinyin stared for a heartbeat too long before quickly busying herself with packing.
I couldn't help the grin that tugged at my lips.
As we dismantled camp, Yinqing finally gathered her courage. "Senior… about last night," she said softly, glancing at her sisters before continuing, "it was… loud. But the energy was incredibly pure."
Yinxuan nodded quickly. "Our sect encourages dual cultivation. It's not taboo." Her voice dropped. "But suitable partners are rare. Most men… lack refinement."
Yinyin's gaze flicked to me, bold despite her embarrassment. "Yours look different. Strong. Harmonious."
Their honesty made me look at them properly for the first time.
Yinqing carried herself with mature allure, full curves balanced by a soft waist, movements slow and deliberate, every step radiating confidence she tried to hide behind gentleness. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, lips naturally plush, beauty that invited without asking.
Yinxuan was brighter, more playful. Her figure was supple and flexible, vitality practically spilling from her skin. When she moved, there was an innocent sensuality to her, smiles too quick, glances too daring, a body that seemed to hum with latent heat.
Yinyin was the most delicate of the three, her charm subtle but dangerously captivating. Slender limbs, pale skin, and a quiet presence that drew attention precisely because she did not seek it. When she met my gaze, there was depth there, curiosity layered over restraint, desire waiting patiently.
At that moment, a pulse ran through my palm.
My Thick Dao Tool vibrated faintly, eager.
Deep within me, the Yin–Yang Supreme Body stirred in unmistakable excitement.
I lifted a hand gently, stopping the direction the conversation was drifting toward, my smile easy rather than heated.
"Not here," I said, voice calm but carrying quiet promise. "The hidden realm isn't a place for first experiences like that. Dual cultivation deserves comfort and time."
The three of them stiffened slightly, then relaxed.
Yinqing exhaled, something like relief softening her sultry gaze.
Yinxuan's disappointment was obvious, but it quickly turned into anticipation, her lips pressing together as if holding back a thought she didn't dare voice.
Yinyin nodded slowly, eyes lowered, though the faint tremor in her qi betrayed her excitement.
"When we leave this place," I continued, meeting each of their gazes in turn, "I'll make sure you have a proper environment. A quiet room. Stable spiritual veins. No rush. No fear of interruption." My grin deepened just a little. "That way, your first time won't just be memorable, it'll be perfect."
Their faces flushed all over again.
Qingwu clicked her tongue softly, amused, while Qingying looked away, ears pink but lips curved in a knowing smile. My Thick Dao Tool settled, its vibration easing into a slow, patient hum, as if it too understood restraint.
With that settled, we packed up efficiently, stowing tents, tools, and harvested materials into the storage ring until the campsite returned to untouched silence. Nothing was left behind but faint traces of qi slowly dispersing into the night air.
Then we turned and continued toward the exit of the hidden realm.
Our pace was steady and unhurried, footsteps calm, yet beneath that calm flowed undercurrents of anticipation. No one spoke much, but the atmosphere was subtly different, glances lingering a moment too long, breaths a little less even, thoughts clearly no longer focused solely on the journey.
The path ahead led outward, but what waited beyond the hidden realm felt closer than ever, warmer, more intimate, and undeniably worth the patience we were showing now.
We continued our journey at an easy, unhurried pace. With six people moving together, even the hidden realm felt less oppressive.
We strolled through forests, gathering herbs and materials along the way, dealing with stray spirit beasts efficiently and without excess bloodshed.
Everything was done cleanly, modestly, almost leisurely.
At one point, my perception caught something unusual hidden beneath layers of soil and roots. Digging carefully, I uncovered a large spirit beast egg. Five different hues of light shimmered faintly across its shell, intertwining and separating like flowing qi.
A rare one, I thought quietly, storing it away with care. Whatever was inside… it would not be ordinary.
As the exit drew closer, the atmosphere relaxed further. That was when Yinqing, Yinxuan, and Yinyin stopped in front of a strange growth.
The mushroom was unusually large, its surface a deep, lustrous purple. Fine dust drifted lazily from it, sparkling faintly in the light. My heart skipped.
"Don't touch—" I began.
Too late.
The moment their fingers brushed it, the mushroom burst apart with a soft puff, releasing a dense cloud of powder. The spores washed over all of us in an instant. We staggered back, coughing, instinctively holding our breath, but not fast enough.
The dust clung to clothes, hair, skin.
A few breaths passed.
Then heat bloomed.
Qingwu's steps faltered. Qingying let out a sharp inhale, her cheeks flushing crimson. Across from them, Yinqing, Yinxuan, and Yinyin swayed, hands pressing instinctively to their bodies as their breathing grew uneven.
I felt it too, heat pooling low, blood rushing, my senses sharpening unnaturally. My Thick Dao Tool pulsed violently, responding as if alive.
Aphrodisiac poison, I realized grimly. And a potent one.
I moved fast, pulling out poison-suppressing talismans and pressing them against each of us. The burning eased, but did not vanish. The poison was strong, stubborn, deeply rooted.
"We can't deal with this here," I said, forcing calm into my voice. "We leave the realm first. Find shelter. Then detoxify properly."
Despite trembling hands and flushed faces, all five women nodded. They trusted me, and right now, that trust was the only thing holding the situation together.
We ran.
The exit appeared sooner than expected, light tearing open the boundary of the hidden realm. The moment we crossed through, I guided us away from the main path, scanning quickly before finding a small cave concealed by thick vegetation. From the outside, it was nearly invisible.
Inside, I laid out thick cloths and barriers, reinforcing the space with talismans for privacy and safety.
The air was heavy.
Too heavy.
As I turned back, preparing to begin the detoxification process.
They moved.
They didn't rush me all at once.
Instead, they closed in gradually, like a tide drawn by the moon.
The cave felt suddenly smaller, warmer. The air itself seemed thick with restless qi, swirling erratically as the poison continued to burn through their meridians.
Silk sleeves brushed against my arms. Warm breath grazed my neck. Their presence pressed in from all sides, not frantic, but unmistakably desperate.
Qingwu's eyes were glassy with heat, yet steady. "Husband… it's too much," she whispered. "The poison won't let go."
Qingying nodded beside her, lips parted, her usually calm aura rippling uncontrollably. "We can feel it tearing at our qi. Only dual cultivation can stabilize it."
Behind them, Yinqing, Yinxuan, and Yinyin stood close together, their faces flushed crimson, chests rising and falling unevenly. They tried to compose themselves, but every breath only seemed to fan the fire inside their bodies.
"The Milky Dao Seeds," Qingwu continued softly, her hand brushing mine. "Once it forms… it will cleanse us. Without fail."
At her words, my Thick Dao Tool responded.
A low hum filled the cave, vibrating through stone and flesh alike. The Yin–Yang Supreme Body within me stirred, answering instinctively. Heat gathered in my dantian, spreading outward as qi aligned, resonated, and surged.
Qingwu and Qingying stepped closer together, their expressions calm and assured. Without hesitation, they reached out to my Thick Dao Tool, slender fingers resting against its surface as they slowly guided their qi into it. Threads of energy coiled and gathered, layer upon layer, until the tool hummed softly, saturated with resonant power.
When the flow reached fullness, I took control, inserting my Thick Dao Tool into Qingwu. I guided its resonance carefully, drawing the circulating qi through her meridians in a smooth, deliberate rhythm. Her breath hitched as the energy climbed, cresting at its peak, then Milky Dao Seeds are released inside her, from my Thick Dao Tool, settling firmly as her aura steadied and brightened.
I shifted my Thick Dao Tool seamlessly into Qingying. This time my movements were gentler, slower, attuned to her unique flow. Qi rippled outward in harmonious waves, rising again toward completion. After a brief moment of tension, a load of Milky Dao Seeds are released inside her, anchoring itself cleanly as the surrounding warmth gradually softened.
The cave seemed to exhale with them, the pulsing resonance easing as both of their auras stabilized, clear and radiant once more.
The sight left the three newcomers spellbound.
Yinqing swallowed hard, fingers clenched in her sleeves. Yinxuan's gaze burned openly now, curiosity and longing tangled together. Yinyin looked away for a heartbeat, then back again, unable to resist.
I reached out and took Yinqing, Yinxuan, and Yinyin by the hands, drawing them closer. Their fingers trembled slightly as I guided them to my Thick Dao Tool, showing them how to sense its rhythm, how to coax their qi into motion rather than force it.
They learned quickly, eager, and focused, sending threads of energy spiraling inward. Qingwu and Qingying stayed close, offering quiet guidance, adjusting their flow, helping them find harmony.
Before long, my Thick Dao Tool responded, its surface warming as the gathered qi reached saturation once more.
I turned first to Yinqing. I inserted my Thick Dao Tool into her, my movements were slow and deliberate, guiding the resonance through her meridians with care. Each pass sent ripples through her aura, her breathing growing uneven as the energy climbed. Then, without warning, the gathered power condensed, Milky Dao Seeds, gushing from my Thick Dao Tool inside her, anchoring cleanly as a bond settled into place.
Next was Yinxuan. I inserted my Thick Dao Tool into her and maintained the same gentle pace, attuning the flow to her natural rhythm. Qi circulated smoothly, building in quiet intensity until it reached completion. Another load of Milky Dao Seeds released inside of her, thick and milky, the connection between us sealing with a soft pulse of shared bond.
Finally, I turned to Yinyin. The initial insertion of my Thick Dao Tool was more forceful, her energy flaring in response, but with patience it smoothed out, finding balance. As the circulation completed its cycle, a final load of Milky Dao Seeds released inside of her, locking into place as her aura steadied and cleared, forming a bond.
One by one, their breaths slowed, the lingering heat easing as the bonds took root. The cave filled with a low, satisfied hum of qi, five auras now intertwined, cleansed, aligned, and unmistakably connected.
Still, the poison lingered, stubborn remnants clinging to the edges of their meridians.
I swallowed a vitality-enhancing pill, power roaring back through my Thick Dao Tool, and I didn't pause.
The second cycle began.
I drew them close, one arm gathering Qingwu and Qingying, the other guiding Yinqing, Yinxuan, and Yinyin nearer. One by one, I brushed intimate kisses against their lips, Qingwu's calm and familiar, Qingying's heated and eager, then Yinqing, Yinxuan, and Yinyin, each taste sweet, breath unsteady, eyes shining with need and trust.
The last of their restraint melted away.
This time, no one needed instruction.
Qingwu and Qingying reached for my Thick Dao Tool first, their soft fingers sure as they guided qi along its surface. Yinqing, Yinxuan, and Yinyin followed, slower but intent, their energies threading together, learning the rhythm. The air thickened as power gathered, the dao tool humming softly, ready once again.
I moved immediately, inserting my Thick Dao Tool into Qingwu first. The flow was smooth, practiced, gentle yet deep, until the gathered energy condensed and after a while Milky Dao Seeds gushing out from my Thick Dao Tool inside of her, flushing away the poison's remnants.
I shifted next to Qingying, inserting my Thick Dao Tool into her. We moved in slow, deliberate harmony, allowing the flow to circulate through her meridians without force. Gradually, the resonance deepened, until at the peak of that alignment, Milky Dao Seeds released inside of her. Her aura cleared at once, flushing away the poison's.
Sweat traced down skin and robes alike, steam curling as excess warmth bled from our bodies.
I didn't stop.
Turning to Yinqing, I inserted my Thick Dao Tool into her, carefully, delicately, allowing her to adjust with each pass. Her breath hitched as the cycle completed, a load of Milky Dao Seeds released inside her, the lingering toxin finally breaking apart.
Then Yinxuan, steady, receptive, my Thick Dao Tool inside her, gently and delicately moving inside of her. After a while, another load of Milky Dao Seed are released inside, her aura brightening as the poison faded.
Last came Yinyin. I slowed my movements even more, inserting my Thick Dao Tool into her with deliberate care, letting it settle as I steered it gently through her. Bit by bit, the resistance melted away, until harmony took hold and the my Thick Dao Tool release Milky Dao Seeds inside her, sealing the cycle as the last traces of poison dissolved completely.
As I tried to draw a steady breath, the moment refused to end.
The five of them drifted close again, drawn by lingering resonance and shared warmth, their bodies brushing against mine with quiet insistence.
Without words, the cycle resumed, one after another, again and again, until effort gave way to exhaustion, and we finally collapsed together in a tangle of softened breaths, spent qi, and deepened bonds.