A moment of clarity flashed through her mind. Somehow, she felt that dual cultivation shouldn’t be like this. They hadn’t circulated their spiritual energy, nor had they allowed their energies to probe each other.
Li Fei struggled to steady her mind, attempting to circulate her spiritual energy amidst the chaos of passion. Suddenly, Lei Xiuyuan pinned her wrists to the bed, trapping them under the covers. With her pulse points restrained, the spiritual energy she had just begun to circulate was instantly cut off. In the unfathomable darkness, Lei Xiuyuan’s voice was hoarse to the extreme: “Don’t move.”
She trembled as she spoke, “Dual cultivation…”
“Forget about it.”
To think he would say to forget it… Li Fei could only feel her disheveled undergarments being slowly removed by his teeth. His lips fell unhesitatingly on her chest, causing her whole body to start shaking, all thoughts of spiritual energy circulation forgotten. As their bare skin touched, there was no calm probing of spiritual energy. She was flustered and passive, like seaweed in the ocean, trembling as he kneaded and rocked her, not knowing what to do.
She needed him. Never had there been a moment when she needed him as desperately as now, as if begging him to take her away, anywhere would do. The rhythm of their entanglement gradually turned wild. Li Fei instinctively clung to him, embracing him. Their lips suddenly met, then abruptly parted. Following this came an indescribable, intense pain, wave after wave, as he mercilessly attacked her most vulnerable spot.
Li Fei’s hands involuntarily began to spasm, digging into his shoulders. Lei Xiuyuan, breathing heavily, pressed his forehead against hers. His voice was also trembling slightly: “Are you alright?”
She endured with all her might as if comforting him, yet also comforting herself, mumbling vaguely, “It’s fine… it’s fine…”
He gently kissed her trembling lips, holding her tightly. Even his slightest movement caused her pain. Li Fei didn’t dare to breathe heavily. His face pressed against hers, their hair intertwined, every inch of their bodies pressed tightly together. They were one.
Lei Xiuyuan’s fingers traced her sweat-dampened cheek, down her neck, finally resting slowly on her chest. Her heart was beating so fast as if it might leap out and fall into his hand. He kissed her face haphazardly, sighing, “I am yours alone.”
Unrelated to all the etiquette of this world, unrelated to cultivation partners, they were nothing more than the most ordinary of lovers in love. Now, they were together.
Li Fei’s fingers tangled in his hair. In all the world, he was the Lei Xiuyuan who belonged only to her. Something seemed to be quietly awakening in her heart. She tilted her head back and said softly, “And I am yours alone.”
No one spoke anymore. All words became superfluous. The halted rhythm resumed, gradually becoming instinctive and fervent. Li Fei’s fingers remained tightly gripping Lei Xiuyuan’s shoulders. She felt as if she had been forced onto a path with the end in sight, with nowhere left to escape. She could only tremble and curl up in his embrace. Their long hair tangled together, their limbs intertwined, as if they could never be separated again.
He was already in the deepest part of her body. All her secrets had been claimed by him, and she had occupied all of his senses. Lei Xiuyuan grabbed her powerless arms and wrapped them around his neck. His movements couldn’t even be slightly gentle; all reason had long been destroyed.
The pillow had fallen to the floor long ago, and most of the blanket hung off the edge of the bed. Li Fei unconsciously let out moans, her hands suddenly leaving him to helplessly twist and pull at the bedding. The tidal wave of passion engulfed her, raging through various parts of her body. For the first time in her life, it was so unfamiliar, so overwhelming that it inspired fear.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the clamor in her mind finally began to subside, and Li Fei’s scattered vision slowly cleared. Lei Xiuyuan held her, gently pressing several kisses to her forehead, and asked in a low voice again, “Are you alright?”
She felt only fatigue and pain. Shaking her head, she turned over and buried her face in his chest. The pillow and blanket that had fallen to the floor had long been pulled back by him. She curled up in the blanket, her eyelids drooping heavily with exhaustion. Unable to say anything, she almost instantly fell into a deep sleep.
Midway through her sleep, she vaguely felt a pair of scorching lips lightly nibbling on her body. Li Fei let out a soft moan, reaching through the blanket to find his head. This insatiable man once again pulled her into his embrace, nibbling his way down from her chest, as if she were truly something edible.
He kissed her somewhere unknown, causing Li Fei to suddenly shrink back, diving under the covers and grabbing his hair. Lei Xiuyuan’s voice sounded muffled from within the blanket: “Didn’t you promise to teach me dual cultivation?”
“You need to circulate your spiritual energy first…”
“I don’t know how.”
“Then release the spiritual energy from the top of your head.”
“Still don’t know how.”
Li Fei bit his ear, this insufferable man. Lei Xiuyuan tilted his head to capture her lips, sucking and licking. The bewitching fragrance enveloped him, and he gradually lost control. Pressed against her lips, he murmured, “Hold me, don’t hide… don’t let…”
The blanket shook violently. The two, new to passion, indulged without restraint in the darkness and suffocation. Body against body, limbs intertwined like snakes once more. Li Fei could no longer suppress her cries, letting out moans that were almost like sobs. He never gave her a chance to catch her breath, always sudden and direct.
Frenzied desire built up in her mind, and he made it stack higher and higher, causing her to toss and turn, unable to find peace. Each exploration and curl was unbearable. Li Fei tightly gripped his hand as he pushed and pulled her toward the peak of the tempestuous waves.
How terrifying yet intoxicating it was, as if they could forever love each other to death like this, with ultimate pleasure and ever-rising ecstasy following endlessly.
Li Fei’s neck involuntarily arched back. She wanted to breathe, but there was nothing in the blanket for her to inhale. The next moment, Lei Xiuyuan yanked away the heavy blanket. He held her up, kissing away her tears of ecstasy and trembling. He seemed to say something, but she could no longer understand. Bone-melting pleasure gripped her tightly, from body to soul. They were all leaping intensely, tightening, then expanding, finally becoming billions of tiny fragments, floating unconsciously.
In the end, those fragments reassembled her completely, falling into Lei Xiuyuan’s arms. Li Fei felt utterly exhausted. He was still whispering something in her ear, but she could only weakly shake her head: “…tired, let me sleep…”
Before she finished speaking, her neck had already gone soft on the pillow.
This time she slept for a long while until Li Fei felt someone gently kissing her face again. She wearily opened her eyes to see that it was already bright outside the window. Lei Xiuyuan’s pitch-black eyes were close to hers, his eyelashes fluttering slightly. He suddenly lowered his head to kiss her bare shoulder. Li Fei wrapped her arms around his neck, softly pleading like a spoiled child: “No more…”
Looking over his shoulder, she gazed drowsily at the sunlight outside the window, unsure of the time. This village was very lively, with voices occasionally drifting in from outside. The dazzling sunlight penetrated the paper windows, falling on the table and walls. The Xing Zheng Guan is immortal painted on the ancient calendar looked lifelike, majestic, and awe-inspiring.
This was the scene Lei Xiuyuan would see every day as a child. A disciple of Xing Zheng Guan had treated him like a brother and teacher. At that time, he must have been full of hope to enter Xing Zheng Guan for cultivation, even choosing a calendar with a picture of Xing Zheng Guan. However, his expectations ultimately didn’t become reality.
But, thank heavens, he came to Wu Yue Ting and was with her now.
Li Fei raised her hand to gently caress his cheek. Like a cat, he contentedly closed his eyes, allowing her to stroke and touch him. Several strands of long hair fell across his cheeks, and she gently brushed them away before asking, “Aren’t you tired?”
Lei Xiuyuan held her tightly: “What do you think?”
Li Fei laughed, bumping her forehead against his: “It’s as if you never learned dual cultivation at all.”
He laughed too, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his voice muffled: “We’ll dual cultivate next time.”
Li Fei slowly combed through his soft hair. The lines of his shoulders and arms were powerful and beautiful. As her fingertips caressed them, they felt smooth and firm. Whether due to the sunlight or something else, his skin seemed to have a faint golden glow beneath it, feeling slightly hot to the touch.
“Didn’t you have a secret to tell me?” she asked softly. “Can you tell me now?”
Lei Xiuyuan raised his head to gaze at her. His pitch-black eyes also had flashes of dark golden light, making him look dazzling yet cold. Li Fei couldn’t help but cup his face.
He seemed to think for a long time before saying, “I’ve told you before about having no memories before the age of six, right? As I’ve grown older, I occasionally dream of some fragments. Until that time at the Cultivation Tournament, I had a very long dream. I dreamed of endless, pitch-black, rolling seawater. I floated on the sea for a long time, then came ashore. I walked alone through mountains and forests, eventually reaching a town. A tooth fairy discovered me and passed me through several hands before I was finally bought by Madam Lei of Gaul to be her adopted son.”
Li Fei listened in a daze, taking a long time before mumbling, “Floating on the sea? Is that all? You couldn’t have floated for six years, could you?”
Lei Xiuyuan shook his head, saying calmly, “I don’t know. I can only dream of these things. The rest are fragmented pieces that I can’t make sense of. Seeing that arm bone in the Alien Tomb gave me some insight, but it’s still something I can understand but can’t explain.”
At this point, he suddenly smiled: “Perhaps we both came from overseas. Isn’t that secret enough?”
After countless miles, through the netherworld and celestial realms, through thunder and fire, she was still his. Perhaps Ri Yan wasn’t wrong; he truly wanted to make her his forbidden treasure. How wonderful it would be if he could hide her in his chest forever. From life to death, she would belong only to him, and in her mind and thoughts, there would only ever be him. This terrifying desire for exclusive possession had always been locked in the deepest part of his soul.
His feelings for her should be more than just a desire for exclusive possession. During those confused and vigilant years of his youth, she was the only one with color, irresistible, involuntary, and deeply attractive. He could do anything for her, embrace her until his arms broke, kiss her until his lips shattered, but protection and possession were always intertwined, and even he was powerless against it.
Lei Xiuyuan lowered his head to kiss her. The spiritual energy in his body began to circulate, flowing through the extraordinary meridians, finally slowly seeping out from the top of his head.
“Come, let’s start dual cultivation,” he chuckled softly. “Teach me well.”
Li Fei was flustered. He had suddenly dropped such an earth-shattering statement about “possibly coming from overseas,” giving her no time to react before mentioning dual cultivation again.
She struggled urgently, “Wait, wait! We haven’t finished talking!”
Lei Xiuyuan slowly retracted the spiritual energy that had seeped out: “Then we won’t dual cultivate.”
He rolled over to press her down, the all-encompassing blanket once again enveloping her. Li Fei struggled hastily. The blanket was filled with Lei Xiuyuan’s fervent breath. He entangled her, held her, kissing every part of her body she didn’t want him to touch. Her struggles gradually weakened.
His long hair fell on her legs, soft and ticklish. Li Fei couldn’t break free no matter how hard she tried, like a small insect caught in a spider’s web. This bed, this life, this man, this ocean of passion began to engulf her once more. Senior Sister Zhao Min’s earlier warnings were still fresh in her ears, yet they seemed so powerless now. Having tasted sweetness for the first time, it was unclear who was entangling whom.
It was unclear who started it, but the physical entanglement gradually turned into mutual wrapping and devouring of spiritual energy. Intense spiritual energy fluctuations rippled through the small room, wave after wave. The ecstasy of physical entanglement merged into one, gradually forming a vortex. They were swept in, then lifted again, turned upside down and inside out, experiencing all kinds of wild joy.