The journey back from Linglong Mountain Villa to the Wulin Alliance took only two short days. When they reached Linyuan City, Ling Xiaolu reluctantly said goodbye to Cheng Mo and headed to the inn to rejoin his senior brother and the others.
Seeing the boy's downcast face, Cheng Mo smiled gently. "Once you're back, you and your senior brother can come visit the Wulin Alliance as my guests anytime."
Ling Xiaolu's eyes lit up. "Really? Anytime at all?"
"Anytime," Cheng Mo laughed warmly.
"Awesome!" Ling Xiaolu bounced back to life. "I'm gonna tell my senior brothers that Alliance Leader Cheng Mo is my friend and personally invited us to stay!"
"Of course you can."
After Ling Xiaolu left, Cheng Mo glanced at Zi Xiao and the familiar awkwardness returned. Zi Xiao had accompanied him to Qiyun Mountain to deal with the bandits; though nothing had been formally agreed, it was understood he would stay at the Alliance until the Martial World Conference.
Cheng Mo looked away. "Let's head back."
"Mm," Zi Xiao replied calmly.
Back at headquarters, countless matters demanded Cheng Mo's attention. Linyuan City was already swarming with martial artists from every corner of the jianghu—one wrong move could spark chaos. Cheng Mo was busy from dawn till dusk, barely seeing Zi Xiao except at meals. Fortunately the Taoist preferred solitude; when Cheng Mo was occupied, Zi Xiao simply trained or read in peace.
The Wulin Alliance had an enormous library filled with secret manuals painstakingly collected by Cheng Mo's father. Because the Cutting Yang Skill required pure true qi, Cheng Mo rarely practiced other styles and almost never visited the collection.
These days, however, Zi Xiao spent most of his free time there.
One afternoon when Cheng Mo finally had a spare moment, he went looking for Zi Xiao and found him standing by a bookshelf, head lowered as he studied an old sheepskin-bound scroll.
Cheng Mo knew Zi Xiao had sensed him the instant he entered, yet the man never looked up, utterly absorbed. He approached quietly and glanced at the page.
The moment he saw the content, Cheng Mo's face burned crimson. "Zi Xiao… why are you reading something like this?"
Zi Xiao simply handed him the book. "Take a look."
Cheng Mo hesitated, then flipped through a couple of pages filled with explicit illustrations of men and women in every possible position of intercourse, accompanied by tiny foreign characters he couldn't read. His discomfort grew.
"This is a secret manual from the Yuxi tribe in the southwest," Zi Xiao explained coolly. "It's called the Desire Friction Scripture."
"A martial arts manual?" Cheng Mo asked in disbelief.
Zi Xiao nodded. "It focuses on dual cultivation through sexual union. During intercourse, the partners circulate their internal energy together, merging and refining it to boost both parties' cultivation."
Cheng Mo turned another page, still disturbed by the lewd drawings. Zi Xiao continued, "Your father's knowledge was remarkably broad. I never expected him to have collected even this kind of manual."
Cheng Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What exactly about this manual caught your attention?"
Zi Xiao took the book back. "After searching for a long time, this is the only manual I've found that truly combines a martial artist's sexual desire with actual cultivation practice."
Cheng Mo's heart skipped a beat. "You mean…"
"From what I can tell, your Cutting Yang Skill is also tied to sexual energy and desire. There may be a way to resolve its flaws hidden within these pages."
Cheng Mo was stunned. He had never imagined Zi Xiao had been spending all this time in the library trying to find a solution for his condition.
Zi Xiao flipped to another page and handed it over. "According to the scripture, during intercourse one partner can channel their internal energy into the other through their joined bodies. The energy travels upward along the meridians, clearing blockages and restoring smooth circulation. This method is normally used by powerful cultivators to help ordinary people open their meridians, but I believe it could work for you as well."
Cheng Mo examined the illustration more closely and realized the two figures weren't male and female—they were androgynous. One knelt with his ass raised high while the other stood behind him, thick cock buried deep inside.
Zi Xiao spoke calmly, "Essence and blood share the same source. I can try using my internal energy to stimulate your blood flow and clear the obstructions. Perhaps it will help your true qi circulate freely again and restore your… essence pathway."
Cheng Mo's face flushed. "But I don't feel any blockage right now. How would we even…"
Zi Xiao's reply was simple and direct. "We wait."
Cheng Mo's ears burned red. He knew exactly what Zi Xiao meant—they would wait for the next time the blood pact flared. The thought made it impossible for him to respond with even a simple "alright."
Feeling mortified, he shoved the manual back into Zi Xiao's hands. "I… I still have matters to attend to. I'll take my leave first."
Zi Xiao nodded and returned the book to the shelf without another word.
As Cheng Mo walked away, he couldn't help glancing back at Zi Xiao's elegant profile. His heart was a chaotic mess of shame, anger, and overwhelming gratitude. Their once pure friendship had been ruined because of him. The realization left a bitter ache in his chest as he quietly left the library.
Several days passed quickly, and the triennial Martial World Conference finally arrived. Early that morning the main gates of the Wulin Alliance were thrown wide open to welcome heroes and sect leaders from across the jianghu.
Among the attendees were the most prestigious figures of the righteous path—sect masters and revered elders. The person with the highest status was none other than Shaolin Abbot Nianbei.
Ling Xiaolu's senior brother, Yu Xiaoshan, was the head disciple of the Qingcheng Sect. Since their master was in closed-door cultivation, their martial uncle had stayed behind to guard the sect, sending Yu Xiaoshan to represent them. Ling Xiaolu, of course, had shamelessly tagged along.
The Wulin Alliance was located on the outskirts north of Linyuan City. The journey from the city gates still took several li.
Ling Xiaolu walked beside his senior brother, eyes wide with excitement. He kept tugging at Yu Xiaoshan's sleeve. "Is that the Taishan Sect Leader?" Then he pointed at a tall, bald man and whispered, "That's the leader of the Weihu Gang, right?"
His senior brothers teased him for being a country bumpkin. Ling Xiaolu immediately puffed out his chest. "I traveled back with Alliance Leader Cheng Mo himself! He even invited me to stay at the Wulin Alliance as a guest. I've seen far more of the world than any of you!"
To prevent outsiders from sneaking in, every sect had received official invitation letters, and each group was limited to five accompanying members at most.
Even so, when Ling Xiaolu stepped through the gates he was still overwhelmed by the massive crowd. Famous martial artists greeted one another noisily, filling the grounds with laughter and conversation. It felt more like a lively temple fair than a serious conference.
Fortunately the Wulin Alliance was much larger than expected. Disciples guided the guests to a vast training field where tables and chairs had been arranged, complete with light refreshments. They were invited to sit and wait.
Ling Xiaolu stood up and stared at the seat of honor at the front. That must be where Cheng Mo would sit. He then scanned the area, wondering where Master Nianbei would be placed and whether Daoist Zi Xiao would attend.
When the field was nearly full, Cheng Mo finally appeared. He stood at the front and saluted the crowd respectfully. "Cheng Mo welcomes all the esteemed seniors and brothers of the jianghu!"
Ling Xiaolu jumped to his feet and clapped enthusiastically.
Cheng Mo smiled faintly. "Today marks the triennial Martial World Conference. Heroes from every corner have gathered—a grand occasion for the Central Plains. On behalf of the Wulin Alliance, I extend my deepest gratitude to every one of you."
Ling Xiaolu tugged at his senior brother's sleeve excitedly. "Look how imposing Alliance Leader Cheng is when he speaks!" Then his gaze shifted to Zi Xiao sitting not far from Cheng Mo. "Only someone like Alliance Leader Cheng could have such a close friend as Daoist Zi Xiao."
After the polite opening remarks, Cheng Mo continued, "This conference will address two major matters. The first is the election of the new Wulin Alliance Leader. The second concerns a letter I received from Abbot Nianbei some time ago regarding a serious issue facing our martial world."
The election was largely a formality. No one dared challenge Cheng Mo lightly. With no challengers stepping forward, Cheng Mo was unanimously re-elected as Alliance Leader.
Ling Xiaolu cheered loudly. "Alliance Leader Cheng is the rightful choice!"
After expressing his thanks, Cheng Mo said, "As for the matter in Abbot Nianbei's letter, I ask the Abbot to explain it to our fellow heroes."
"Amitabha," Master Nianbei chanted. He rose and began recounting the tragic story of the female devotee, the monk Xin Ku, and how it led them to discover the existence of the sinister Shuiyue Demon Cult.
While everyone listened intently, Cheng Mo suddenly felt his blood boil. The blood pact was flaring up again. A scorching wave of heat surged through his veins, his meridians tightening painfully while his cock swelled and throbbed beneath his robes, leaking precum against his thigh.
He gripped his thighs tightly, trying to maintain a calm expression, but sweat beaded on his forehead and his breathing grew ragged.
Zi Xiao noticed immediately. Without a word he stood and bowed slightly toward the Abbot. "Please excuse me for a moment, Master. Please continue."
Once Zi Xiao left the field, the suffocating pressure on Cheng Mo eased slightly, but the fire in his groin refused to die. His hole clenched desperately, aching to be filled.
Unable to endure any longer, Cheng Mo stood as well. "This matter concerns the entire righteous path. I must step away briefly. I leave the proceedings in your capable hands, Master."
Noticing his flushed face and sweating brow, the Abbot asked with concern, "Is the Alliance Leader feeling unwell?"
"It's nothing," Cheng Mo replied quickly before hurrying after Zi Xiao.
Ling Xiaolu watched him leave in confusion. "What's going on?"
"Sit down and mind your own business," Yu Xiaoshan scolded, pulling him back into his seat.
Meanwhile, Zi Xiao had returned to the library and was once again studying the Desire Friction Scripture when the door burst open.
Cheng Mo stormed in, slammed the door shut, yanked his trousers down to his ankles, and bent over the nearest bookshelf. He reached back with both hands, spreading his firm, round ass cheeks wide and exposing his tight, twitching pink hole.
"Zi Xiao… put it in," he panted desperately, voice hoarse with raw need. "Hurry—I can't fucking hold it anymore."
Zi Xiao remained standing where he was, calmly returning the book to the shelf. His cool gaze fixed on the obscene sight—Cheng Mo's beautiful white ass spread open like a whore in heat, the hungry little hole fluttering visibly between his cheeks, already glistening with slick.
The silence made Cheng Mo feel even more pathetic. He started to pull his pants back up in humiliation when Zi Xiao's voice finally came, cold and commanding:
"Take off all your clothes."
Cheng Mo froze. The order was delivered in the same indifferent tone Zi Xiao usually used to invite him for a game of Go. Swallowing hard, he stripped off every layer until he stood completely naked, ass still thrust high like a bitch begging to be bred.
"Very good. Bend over again."
Cheng Mo obeyed instantly, pressing his chest against the ancient books, legs spread wide.
Zi Xiao finally approached. The moment his hand touched Cheng Mo's firm ass cheek, the Alliance Leader's body trembled violently. His cock was rock-hard, the swollen head dripping long strings of precum onto the floor.
"Zi Xiao… just fuck me already," Cheng Mo begged shamelessly, voice cracking. "Ram that thick cock in my slutty hole and fill me up—I need your cum so bad."
Zi Xiao didn't answer with words. One hand reached between Cheng Mo's legs from behind, teasing the dripping hole with slow circles while the other wrapped around front to grab his heavy balls, rolling and tugging them roughly. His fingers then traveled up to pinch and twist Cheng Mo's sensitive nipples.
"Ah—fuck…!" Cheng Mo moaned, face pressed against the shelves. His hole clenched and fluttered greedily, trying to suck Zi Xiao's fingers inside.
Only when he was satisfied with how sloppy and loose the entrance had become did Zi Xiao pull his hand away. He lifted his own robes, freed his massive, veined cock—already leaking—and pressed the fat, bulbous head directly against Cheng Mo's twitching hole.
Cheng Mo pushed back greedily.
Zi Xiao gripped his hips and thrust forward in one brutal motion, burying half his thick shaft inside the scorching heat.
"Nngh—!" Cheng Mo cried out. The burning stretch was exquisite, making his own cock throb violently.
Zi Xiao didn't stop. He drove deeper until every inch of his fat cock was sheathed balls-deep in Cheng Mo's greedy ass. Then he began to move—long, savage strokes that made Cheng Mo's toes curl and his eyes roll back.
While pounding him mercilessly, Zi Xiao circulated his pure internal energy, sending powerful strands of qi straight into Cheng Mo's body through his cock. The energy surged through blocked meridians like a battering ram, smashing every obstruction wide open.
The combination of being brutally fucked and having his energy pathways forcibly cleared drove Cheng Mo out of his mind. His cock swung heavily beneath him, spraying thick ropes of precum all over the floor.
"Zi Xiao—harder! Fuck me harder!" he gasped, voice breaking. "Pound my slutty hole—breed me deep—fill me with your hot load—I'm your cumdump, just use me!"
Zi Xiao leaned over Cheng Mo's back, one hand wrapping around to stroke his leaking cock in rough, fast pumps while the other continued feeding energy into his body. His thrusts grew faster and more violent, the wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing through the quiet library.
Finally, when the last major meridian cleared, Zi Xiao buried himself to the hilt and unleashed a massive, thick load deep inside Cheng Mo's guts—jet after jet of hot, sticky cum flooding his insides.
The moment he felt the powerful spurts painting his walls, Cheng Mo's own cock erupted violently, shooting rope after thick rope of semen across the bookshelf and ancient manuals.
Completely drained, Cheng Mo collapsed against the shelf, legs shaking, thick white cum slowly leaking from his well-fucked, gaping hole.
Zi Xiao remained buried inside him for a moment longer, gently stroking his back as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
The two men returned to the training field side by side in perfect tacit understanding, never mentioning what had just happened in the library.
Master Nianbei continued his story with a sorrowful expression, revealing the horrifying truth: the woman was from the Shuiyue Demon Cult. Those seemingly delicate women were actually ruthless demons who used seductive arts and demonic techniques to drain men's essence, leaving no survivors. The monk Xin Ku had died from excessive lust, his body left naked and broken in the woods.
The entire field fell into stunned silence.
Cheng Mo's heart was still racing, but the unbearable fire inside him had been completely extinguished. He nodded to the Abbot. "This matter concerns the entire righteous path. The Wulin Alliance will spare no effort to eradicate the Shuiyue Demon Cult."
The conference continued amid rising tension, yet beneath the surface an even greater storm was brewing.
As night fell over Linyuan City, lanterns flickered to life. Cheng Mo and Zi Xiao walked side by side through the quiet paths of the Alliance, the secret of the library buried deep between them. Ling Xiaolu and his senior brothers chattered excitedly in the distance, oblivious to the true undercurrents of the martial world.
Cheng Mo glanced up at the starlit sky, silently praying that the curse of the blood pact would soon be lifted and that true peace might finally return to the jianghu.