Chapter 324 - Goodbye (NSFW)- Very Long Ch

"Time for my final round of goodbyes," Su Min murmured to herself, brushing imaginary dust from her sleeves with a casual, almost lazy motion. "Let's start with my favorite one."

With a flick of her sleeve and a glint of mischief in her eyes, she disappeared into a shower of golden light, the particles hanging in the air for a moment before winking out.

Half a year. That should have been more than enough time for a certain someone to cool off, she reasoned. And with any luck, Xie Yingying wouldn't try to body-slam her the moment she showed up again. Well, maybe she would. Su Min wasn't exactly counting on her restraint. The thought was more amusing than concerning.

As the saying goes, all things in existence follow the principle of balance. Nothing can exist in an extreme state forever. Pure Yin or pure Yang cannot endure alone; they seek each other out, needing the other to achieve harmony.

The same fundamental law applied to the rare and powerful Lunar Sovereign Body and Solar Sovereign Body. These supreme constitutions required careful, dedicated nurturing from a very young age. Otherwise, most possessors wouldn't survive past their eighteenth year, their own innate energy consuming them. Just like the many lost Five Elements Holy Bodies, countless Lunar Sovereign and Solar Sovereign possessors had died young, their potential extinguished before it could bloom. The difference was that these two constitutions were easily detectable, even in infants. Any knowledgeable family or powerful faction would recognize the signs immediately.

The only catch, the one that defined their tragic fate, was that Lunar Sovereign and Solar Sovereign could not coexist in the same era. The world itself seemed to reject the idea of two such opposing pinnacles existing at once.

But if two such individuals ever did meet, they would feel an irresistible pull toward each other. It was a primal urge rooted deep in their souls, a fundamental need for completion that went far beyond simple physical desire.

If both were below the Dao Comprehension stage, their control over their own energies would be minimal, and there would be no stopping what came next. But even at the Unity stage, with wills of iron and centuries of discipline, the subtle, maddening influence remained.

Which perfectly explained why poor Xie Yingying turned beet red every time Su Min so much as looked at her for a moment too long. Her entire being was reacting to its natural counterpart.

As for Su Min herself? She remained frustratingly, perfectly composed. Maybe it was because she was female, or maybe it was because her Taiyang energy wasn't fully matured, meaning she did not possess a true, classical Solar Sovereign Body. Either way, she felt nothing of that overwhelming pull. She was the sun, steady and constant, while Xie Yingying was the moon, pulled by a gravitational tide she could not control.

Even so, Su Min found that teasing Xie Yingying was way too much fun.

And today, feeling the familiar thrill of a pending journey, she was in top form.

The moment Su Min stepped into her artifact mansion, she was hit by a blast of Taiyin energy so cold it made her teeth ache. Spiritual frost painted the walls in delicate, intricate lacework, the ice so dense and potent it felt thick enough to bite the skin.

"Oho?" she murmured, a slow smile spreading across her face as she stepped further into the frigid heart of the room. "Still sulking, are we?"

Xie Yingying sat in the center of the chamber, her legs folded in a meditative pose, her cheeks a suspiciously bright pink even in the blue-tinged light. Her eyes were closed, her face a stiff mask of concentration, but the faint, telltale twitch in her brow said it all. She was acutely aware of Su Min's presence.

"Refining ice essence again?" Su Min asked, casually strolling in as if the floor weren't literally frozen beneath her feet. "You know, most people use that for cultivation breakthroughs. Not to cool off after... well, after flustering themselves."

Xie Yingying's eyes flew open, a storm of embarrassment and indignation swirling in their depths.

She looked like a noble phoenix caught in the middle of a very undignified molt. She was stunning, eternally composed, and in this moment, completely horrified.

"Y-you—!" she stammered, her voice cracking with a mix of outrage and that ever-present, involuntary reaction.

But Su Min was already behind her, having moved with a speed that defied perception. She spoke low by her ear, her tone all honeyed affection and playful knowing. "Missed me?"

Xie Yingying flinched so hard she nearly knocked over the ancient jade incense burner beside her. "Y-you're late!" she accused, the words bursting out of her.

"Oh?" Su Min leaned in, her warmth a palpable force against Xie Yingying's back. "So you were waiting for me. You counted the days."

"I was not," Xie Yingying insisted, her voice tight.

"You were," Su Min countered, her voice dropping to a husky murmur that vibrated through the space between them.

"I was not."

"You were," Su Min insisted again, her breath ghosting over the shell of Xie Yingying's ear. "You even lit the Purple Heart incense. Don't think I didn't notice. That's the one for calming a restless spirit."

Xie Yingying's entire face went a profound shade of red. "It's for cleansing! For focus! I do it every—ah!"

She yelped as Su Min stepped fully into her space, boxing her in between the cold jade flooring and a slow-burning wall of Taiyang energy that radiated from Su Min's body. It wasn't searing or painful, but it wrapped around Xie Yingying like the midday sun filtered through silk—warm, intimate, and utterly consuming.

The temperature in the room shifted at once. The intricate frost on the walls began to thin and sweat, replaced by a steady, coaxing heat that seeped into the very stone. Xie Yingying trembled, a full-body shiver that she couldn't suppress.

"Stop it... you know what this does to me," she hissed, burying her burning face in her palms. "This isn't funny anymore."

"Mm… but your reactions are just too adorable. Like a little rabbit pretending to be a wolf." Su Min crouched beside her now, her lips practically brushing Xie Yingying's flushed cheek. "Tell me, how many tribulation lightning in pills do you want this time? I've been feeling particularly generous lately."

"N-no—well… maybe…" Xie Yingying faltered, biting down a whimper as another, more potent wave of Taiyang energy surged through the small space, making her skin prickle with heat. "T-the Profound Origin Water Yin Pill. I prepared three sets of ingredients… could you… could you refine a few more for me?"

"Oho?" Su Min's brows lifted in genuine amusement. "Asking me to refine water-type pills while you're sitting here like a melting glacier… How poetic. Trying to douse the flames?"

That earned her a sharp, sudden pinch to the waist.

"Ow! Hey, that's no way to treat your benefactor," Su Min grinned, rubbing the spot with exaggerated offense. "Do you have any idea how many arrogant young masters and proud geniuses would beg on their knees for me to lean this close?"

The Taiyang energy pulsing from Su Min now was concentrated, more matured. It was a world away from what it had been in the beginning. Back then, she could only sustain that intense, focused aura for a few minutes before her body demanded a cooldown. But after absorbing vast amounts of pure Taiyang Essence, the transformation within her had reached a new, stable threshold. Now, she could maintain this output for an entire day without collapsing. There were no more frantic internal countdowns, no desperate rationing of breath and strength.

And worst of all—Xie Yingying was certain she was definitely doing this on purpose now, just to watch her unravel.

Xie Yingying's entire body felt unbearably itchy, a sensation that started deep in her bones and spread outwards, like she was being touched from the inside out. Her breath caught in her throat; her knees felt weak even though she was sitting down; and the most humiliating part? She was the only one affected by this devastating synergy.

Su Min remained completely, infuriatingly unfazed, lounging in her own energy as if nothing of consequence was happening at all.

Xie Yingying had done her research. She had scoured ancient texts and forbidden scrolls. She knew what this was now. While historical records were frustratingly vague—and none of the Lunar Sovereign Body predecessors had mentioned it directly, perhaps out of shame—this intense, physical and emotional reaction was undeniably linked to the Solar Sovereign Body.

Yin and Yang shall never meet. But if they did… the attraction was as inevitable as the tide, and twice as powerful.

Xie Yingying's breath caught again, her face turning a deeper, more mortifying shade of crimson. She clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms, trying to use the small pain to resist the overwhelming urge to press herself against the icy jade floor again. "Stay calm," she told herself, a desperate mantra in her mind, but her body was a traitor, reacting to every flicker of Su Min's presence like a string pulled taut, ready to snap.

Suddenly, Su Min leaned in again, her lips dangerously close to Xie Yingying's ear. "Are you sure you just need those pills?" She teased, her voice dropping to that low, intimate murmur that seemed to vibrate through Xie Yingying's very bones. "Or perhaps you need something else entirely?" Her words were light, teasing, but the way she said them, the sheer, focused heat in her tone, made her heart race like a startled rabbit.

Xie Yingying tensed, her hands curling tighter around her knees, trying to create a small, defensive fortress against the undeniable pull Su Min had on her. "No..." She couldn't be this weak again, not after everything. She couldn't let Su Min have this kind of hold on her. But every word Su Min whispered, every lingering look, every deliberate touch of her energy, it was all too much. Her resolve faltered, and for the briefest, most shameful of moments, she wished she could just stop fighting and give in.

But no. She was stronger than this. She had to be.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, attempting to steady her racing heart. "You're insufferable," she muttered, turning her face away, though her gaze remained unfocused, hazy with the internal battle she was losing.

"Oh?" Su Min chuckled, the sound rich with open amusement. "Insufferable? Maybe you're just saying that because you can't resist." She tilted her head, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Is that it, Yingying? Is it really that hard to admit?"

Xie Yingying's mouth went dry, her chest tightening as Su Min leaned even closer, eliminating the last sliver of space between them. The heat from her body radiated in a slow, suffocating wave. Her breath brushed over her skin, sending shivers cascading down her spine.

"I don't—" Xie Yingying cut herself off with a sharp, helpless intake of breath, her whole body trembling violently. "Damn it."

Su Min was quiet for a moment, just watching her with an almost predatory gleam in her eyes. "You're shaking," she noted softly, as if observing a fascinating phenomenon. "I can feel your heart beating faster from here. You're trying so hard to hide it, to build your walls back up, but I can see right through every single one of them."

"I—I'm not...," Xie Yingying protested weakly, but her voice faltered and died under the weight of her penetrating gaze. The truth was undeniable. She was feeling it, all of it. Every teasing word, every deliberate pulse of Taiyang energy. Su Min was systematically breaking her defenses down, one stubborn layer at a time.

"Not?" Su Min whispered, her lips grazing the soft, sensitive skin of Xie Yingying's neck. "Not what? Because you certainly seem to be in need of something." Her hands slid gently to Xie Yingying's waist, her fingers just barely brushing against the fine silk of her robes, yet the contact sent a jolt of pure, undiluted heat straight through her.

Xie Yingying's breath hitched, and she quickly turned her head away, biting her lip hard enough to sting, trying to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. "You're impossible," she whispered, but there was no real fire in her words anymore, only a quiet, exposed vulnerability that Su Min hadn't heard from her in a long time.

And that quiet surrender was all Su Min needed.

She caught Xie Yingying's chin with a surprising gentleness, coaxing her to turn back toward her. Their gazes locked, and Xie Yingying found she couldn't look away. "You're right," Su Min purred, her voice low and silky, "I am impossible. But that's what makes this so fun." She leaned in, pressing her forehead against Xie Yingying's. The contact was simple, but it felt more intimate than any kiss. "You want me, don't you?"

Xie Yingying's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her control slipping, just a little, the last of her resistance crumbling at the edges. "I..." Her words caught in her throat, tangled with her own roaring desire, her own losing inner battle. Her lips parted as if to say more, to deny it one last time, but she was at a complete loss. The truth was there, clear as day in the way her body arched unconsciously toward Su Min, in the way she could feel the warm, living energy of the Solar Sovereign wrapping around her like a blanket of fire she never wanted to escape.

"Tell me," Su Min coaxed, her lips brushing over Xie Yingying's, the slightest touch, just enough to make her heart leap into her throat. "Tell me you want this. That you need it."

Xie Yingying opened her eyes, her breath shallow and rapid. "I—I—" Her words failed her again, and Su Min took the opportunity to close the final distance, kissing her. It was soft and gentle at first, just the barest, testing brush of lips. But it wasn't enough. The gentle teasing had run its course; neither of them was satisfied with it anymore.

Xie Yingying's breath stilled. Then, with a sound halfway between a sob and a sigh, her hands flew to Su Min's shoulders, not to push her away, but to pull her closer, as though she physically couldn't help herself any longer. Su Min deepened the kiss immediately, her Taiyang energy swelling around them in a visible, golden haze, pushing the heat in the room even higher, making the very air around them crackle with electric, palpable tension.

The room, once a sanctuary of cold and frost, now felt unbearably, wonderfully hot. As Su Min's dominant Yang energy wove around them, mixing and merging with Xie Yingying's frenzied, responsive Yin energy, the delicate balance between them tipped past the point of no return. It wasn't just physical anymore. It was an inevitable, primal pull that could no longer be denied, a completion their very souls had been seeking.

Su Min felt the shift, the fundamental change in Xie Yingying's energy, the way her final resistance began to crumble into dust. She deepened the kiss, her tongue tracing the seam of Xie Yingying's lips, a silent, coaxing request. And when Xie Yingying yielded, opening for her, Su Min's tongue slipped inside, tasting her, savoring the sweet, long-awaited victory of the kiss that had been building between them for so many years.

Xie Yingying's mind spun, losing all coherent thought. She could feel the intense, life-giving heat of Su Min's Taiyang energy swirling around them, wrapping around her very essence like an unrelenting, welcome tide. She could hardly breathe, each inhale pulling in more of Su Min's warmth, more of her scent, more of her desire. Her head tilted back slightly, her lips parting with a soft, needy sound as Su Min kissed her more deeply, pressing her back against the now-warm ice jade with a force that left Xie Yingying utterly breathless and pliant.

"No..." She thought desperately, a last, fleeting echo of her former resolve. "I can't—"

But it was no use. Su Min was a force of nature, as inevitable as the sunrise. Every touch, every consuming kiss, every pulse of her overwhelming energy was designed to unravel her completely. To remind her of what she truly wanted, what she desperately needed, even if she'd sworn a thousand oaths never to fall into this delicious trap again.

With a soft, breathless laugh against her lips, Su Min broke the kiss, trailing her mouth down Xie Yingying's jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Look at you," she whispered, her voice low and intoxicating. "So desperate for me, yet you still tried so hard to deny it." Her hand slid lower, tracing the delicate curve of Xie Yingying's waist, before settling possessively on her hip.

"Stop teasing me," Xie Yingying murmured, her voice rough, laced with frustration and a hint of dawning surrender. "I can't..." She didn't want to admit it, but the truth was finally, blessedly undeniable. She couldn't hold back anymore.

Su Min chuckled, a sound so dark and knowing it sent a fresh shiver of anticipation down Xie Yingying's spine. "But you're so much fun to tease," she whispered against Xie Yingying's ear, her breath sending waves of heat through the sensitive skin. "You like it, don't you? You like it when I make you admit you want me."

Xie Yingying's whole body trembled, a slight, helpless whimper escaping her as she bit her lip to stop from giving in entirely. Her head was spinning with the pressure of Su Min's energy, mixing and merging with her own. The pull of their Yin-Yang resonance was undeniable, but it wasn't just the physical energy that was breaking her down now. It was the emotional intensity, the quiet, unshakeable promise in Su Min's every movement, every touch. It was more than just passion. It was a deep, primal connection that transcended mere bodies.

"I... don't want to..." Xie Yingying gasped, but the words lacked any and all conviction, even to her own ears.

"Oh, but you do," Su Min teased, her fingers slipping beneath the collar of Xie Yingying's robes, tracing the delicate, fluttering line of her collarbone, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. "You've wanted this for so long, Yingying. You've wanted me."

Xie Yingying's chest constricted as she tried and failed to push away the wave of heat flooding her, warming her from the inside out. "You're wrong," she breathed, but even as she spoke, her hands betrayed her utterly, sliding around Su Min's shoulders, pulling her in closer until not a sliver of light could pass between them.

"Am I?" Su Min murmured, her lips brushing the shell of Xie Yingying's ear, a touch so light it was agony. Her breath was warm, lazy, and unbearably close. "Tell me you don't want this," she said, her voice soft and impossibly coaxing. "Tell me to stop, and I will."

She nipped gently at her earlobe, and her voice curled like smoke through the quiet of the chamber. "But you won't. Not after everything. You were the one who couldn't stop touching me back then… remember?" A soft, knowing chuckle followed, rich with unspoken memory. "Even now, I see it in your eyes. You're still starving for it. For me."

She leaned closer, her voice dropping into something dangerously intimate. "Say it. Say you don't want me."

Xie Yingying's breath hitched in her throat. The words, the denial, were on the tip of her tongue—"I don't want this." But she couldn't force them out. She couldn't lie to herself for a single second longer.

Her hands slid up to cup Su Min's neck, her fingers tightening in the dark silk of her hair as she pulled her closer, crashing their lips together in a kiss that was desperate, hungry, and utterly consuming. It was more than just a need for physical connection. It was the need to let go, to finally surrender to something she had no hope of resisting, no matter how hard she had tried.

Su Min responded immediately, her arms wrapping around Xie Yingying's waist, guiding her down onto the soft furs that covered the floor as she slowly, deliberately deepened the kiss, her Taiyang energy crackling between them, making the air itself feel charged and alive, as though the very room would burst into glorious flames at any moment.

Xie Yingying's hands gripped the fabric of Su Min's robes tighter, as though anchoring herself to the only solid thing in the storm of sensation that was sweeping over her. She broke the kiss, her breath shaky and ragged as she looked up into Su Min's eyes, her own eyes wide and dark with a mixture of pure desire and helpless surrender. "I... I can't resist anymore. I need you, Su Min."

She didn't remember the exact moment her resistance had finally, completely cracked.

Maybe it was the moment Su Min had whispered her name like a sacred prayer. Maybe it was the heat, relentless and demanding, curling low in her belly and rising with every kiss, every touch that lingered a second too long. Or maybe it was the unbearable, hollow ache she had carried for years, an ache that only Su Min's presence, only her touch, could ever hope to soothe.

Whatever the cause, the outcome was as inevitable as the turning of the world. And this time, she embraced it.

Xie Yingying's hands trembled as she tugged Su Min closer, her fingers clutching at the strong fabric of her robes. Her eyes fluttered shut as their lips met again, and this time there was no hesitation, no denial, only a raw and open need. Her knees parted slightly in a gesture of pure instinct, allowing Su Min's weight to settle more fully between them. The icy jade seat beneath her back was already thawing, beading with moisture from the radiant Taiyang energy that pulsed from Su Min's core with every steady heartbeat.

"Su Min…" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the frantic rush of blood in her own ears. It was a plea, a confession, and a prayer all in one.

"I'm here," came the soft reply, firm and grounding, an anchor in the storm of her senses. Su Min's hand cradled the back of her head, fingers tangling in her silken hair, while her other hand trailed lower, its palm a brand of warmth through the many silken layers of Xie Yingying's robes.

The very air in the chamber shimmered, thick with power.

Their opposing energies, once volatile and clashing, now danced in a delicate, newfound harmony. Taiyin and Taiyang, no longer fighting for dominance, began to entwine like two great rivers meeting in the valley of fate. They were gentle at first, a tentative mingling, then surging together, unstoppable and profound.

Xie Yingying arched into the all-consuming warmth, her breathing becoming uneven and shallow. The pressure building within her chest was no longer something she could suppress or control. It had transformed into something sacred, something alive and hungry. Her Taiyin qi responded on a level deeper than instinct, flowing toward the source of the Taiyang heat with a reverent, primal longing.

A quiet, helpless whimper escaped her throat as Su Min's lips left hers and trailed a path of fire down the column of her neck, lingering at the delicate hollow of her throat, her spiritual pulse point. The moment Su Min pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss there, Xie Yingying's meridians flared wide open, and their spiritual resonance deepened with a frightening, beautiful intensity.

The sensation of being filled, not just physically but spiritually, overwhelmed her completely. Her inner petals bloomed, soft and unguarded, and her energy responded like a moon-pulled tide yielding to the gravitational force of the sun. "Please," she whispered, the word torn from her, half in desperation, half in utter surrender. "Don't stop."

Su Min didn't. She moved with a new, focused purpose now, coaxing the flow of Xie Yingying's Taiyin qi with each deliberate, gentle touch, aligning it seamlessly with her own steady Taiyang. Their breathing grew ragged in unison, bodies becoming slick with the mingling of cold, pearlescent mist and golden, life-giving warmth. Robes slipped from shoulders, limbs tangled without shame, and what had begun as playful teasing quickly gave way to something far more raw and honest.

And yet, then, Su Min slowed.

Not out of mercy, but out of a deep, abiding reverence.

This wasn't just a passionate reunion, it was a reclamation. Of desire. Of trust. Of the aching, unspeakable bond that had been starved for far too long.

Her lips trailed languidly down Xie Yingying's collarbone, past the hollow of her throat and over the graceful slope of her shoulder, drawing soft, continuous shivers with every warm breath. Each kiss felt like a vow being spoken directly onto her skin. Each stroke of her fingers coaxed open another knot of lifelong tension, another pocket of fierce restraint that Xie Yingying had buried deep within herself.

The Taiyang energy pouring from Su Min, it was different now.

No longer erratic or unstable, it was refined, perfectly tempered, rich with absolute control. It felt like golden honey being warmed over a sacred, gentle flame. And Xie Yingying, already overwhelmed by the faintest brush of that heat, was beginning to completely unravel under its patient, persistent glow.

Her body arched reflexively with every slow, deliberate pass of Su Min's hand, her breaths catching in her throat like fine silk snagging on thorns. "Y-you're too warm…" she whispered, her voice shaking, betraying the conflict between overwhelming sensation and desperate need. "It's too much…"

But she didn't push her away.

She couldn't.

Because deep down, past all pride and caution, her Lunar Sovereign Body didn't want to resist. It hungered for this radiance, craved it with a desperation that was carved into her very bones. And Su Min, with her knowing hands and seeking mouth and maddening patience, was feeding that ancient hunger stroke by gentle stroke.

"Too much?" Su Min echoed, her lips brushing against the delicate skin of her sternum. "Or just enough?"

She exhaled, a soft stream of warm breath against Xie Yingying's skin, and a concentrated pulse of heat surged through the younger woman's meridians like liquid flame. Xie Yingying cried out, a sound that was half-gasp, half-moan, and instinctively tightened her legs around Su Min's waist, trying to ground herself, and failing completely.

Her hands, once clenched in fists at her sides, now buried themselves in the dark silk of Su Min's hair, holding on as if for dear life. "D-don't tease," she pleaded, her voice thick with unshed tears and yearning. "Not like this. Not anymore…"

Su Min looked up at her, her eyes dark with smoldering desire but softened by something else, something older and deeper and infinitely more tender. "I'm not teasing," she whispered, her gaze unwavering. "I'm remembering."

A pause hung between them, heavy and significant.

"Every sound you make, every way you tremble when I touch you just there, I've remembered it all, Yingying. Even after all these long years."

Xie Yingying's lips parted, but the words she meant to say caught in her throat, stolen by the truth in Su Min's eyes. Her throat burned with unspoken longing, tears finally stung her lashes, and her body betrayed her completely with a soft, shameful, involuntary buck against Su Min's solid thigh.

She was melting.

Despite the cold jade beneath her, despite a lifetime of cultivated pride, she was melting away into a pool of desperate sensation. And Su Min was relentless in her slowness, careful, and utterly devastating.

One of Su Min's hands slid beneath the final layer of her inner robes, caressing skin that hadn't known a loving touch in far too long. Not like this. Not sacred, not safe, not worshiped.

And with every slow, worshipful glide of Su Min's fingers, every kiss that descended lower across her stomach, Xie Yingying felt the pressure building, a glorious, terrifying tension coiling not just within her body, but within her very soul. Her meridians began to shimmer with a faint, silver light, her Taiyin qi blooming outwards like a night-blooming moonflower opening for the first time to a golden dawn.

She was unraveling, coming completely apart at the seams.

And Su Min knew it.

Knew it, and savored it, and loved every second of it.

"I missed you," Su Min murmured again, this time against the soft, quivering hollow just below her navel. "Every single part of you. Let me remind you what it means to be wanted like this. To be needed."

Xie Yingying couldn't speak. Her back arched in a silent, eloquent response, her inner petals aching open under the relentless warmth, desperate for more, for everything.

Then Su Min kissed her there, low, reverent, and impossibly slow.

And everything inside Xie Yingying broke.

A sound escaped her that was half sob, half prayer, torn from the depths of her spirit. Her legs shook uncontrollably. Her arms pulled Su Min closer, as if she could fuse their very beings together by sheer, desperate will. "Su Min, please, I can't, I can't,"

"Yes, you can," Su Min breathed, her lips grazing the heart of her as she moved lower still. "You always could."

And with that final, whispered assurance, the Taiyang energy surged again, hot, focused, and unbearably intimate as it finally, completely, joined with her own.

Xie Yingying cried out, her entire body convulsing under the slow, merciless flood of pleasure and spiritual resonance. Her Taiyin qi spiraled in a frantic, silver frenzy around her dantian as her inner world shook to its foundations. Her petals were soaked with the evidence of her surrender, blooming fully and desperately beneath Su Min's touch, drinking in every drop of the golden warmth that was being offered.

The resonance locked into place. It was perfect.

Yin met Yang. Moon met Sun. Soul met Soul.

And Xie Yingying surrendered, completely, blissfully, tearfully, all resistance washed away in the tide.

Only Su Min remained steady, holding her through every violent tremor, kissing her through every crashing wave, her golden aura now wrapped entirely around Xie Yingying's trembling body like the first, gentle light of dawn breaking over a silent, frost-covered mountain.

The Taiyang energy didn't burn. It consecrated.

And Xie Yingying, who had resisted for so long, now wanted nothing more than to be scorched clean by it, to be remade in its holy fire.

Su Min hadn't even pulled back, her body still humming from the aftershocks, before Xie Yingying moved.

It was a sudden, desperate shift of weight, swift as moonlight skimming a water's edge. In the space of a single heartbeat, Su Min found herself on her back, the cold, unyielding slab of jade pressing against her spine, her breath caught somewhere in her throat, her eyes widening in genuine surprise.

"Yingying—"

But the girl above her was no longer the bashful maiden flinching from a whisper or a teasing touch. Her eyes were bright with frostlight and something deeper, a raw want that had been long-buried, an instinct finally released from its cage. Her breaths came heavy, her chest heaving, her hair tumbling around her shoulders in pale, inky ribbons as she leaned over Su Min, her trembling hands pressed firmly to the jade on either side of Su Min's head.

"I've had enough," she said, her voice low, dark, and thick with a hunger that had been simmering for years. "You stirred it all up again. And now you think you can just stop?" The trembling in her hands wasn't from fear, it was from the sheer weight of years collapsing into this single, crystal clear moment of clarity. She wanted. And she would not hold it back anymore.

Su Min blinked, processing the sudden reversal. Then a slow smile spread across her lips, half-lidded and utterly unrepentant. "I didn't say stop."

"You should have," Xie Yingying murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Then she kissed her.

There was no teasing in it. No hesitation.

It was bruising and a little clumsy and utterly perfect, their lips crashing together with the weight of centuries withheld, of a hundred fevered dreams never spoken aloud. And Su Min, for all her Taiyang arrogance and composure, felt the very tables of power shift beneath her. She shivered as cold hands, chilled only in touch, not in intent, ghosted along her thigh, tracing the edges of what little was left of her own disheveled robes.

"You did this to me," Xie Yingying breathed against her lips, her fingers now exploring, roaming, gripping possessively. "Years. I needed you for years. Do you have any idea what that was like?"

Su Min swallowed hard, her own body already folding, yielding under the renewed, dominant Yin tide washing over her. "I might've had an idea..." she managed, her voice rough.

Xie Yingying bit her lower lip in retaliation. Not to punish, but to mark, to claim. "Liar."

And then she moved lower, her intent clear.

Her mouth found the sharp line of Su Min's collarbone, biting and then soothing the same spot with her tongue in the same breath, while one hand slid under the last, thin folds of cloth to cup the overwhelming heat between Su Min's legs. Su Min gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. The warmth there was soaked already, her body utterly helpless under the sudden, focused intensity of the Taiyin energy now pouring into her.

But this felt different.

This wasn't just a passive resonance. It was an active surrender.

Xie Yingying wasn't simply reacting to the Taiyang energy anymore.

She was claiming it.

Claiming her.

Su Min trembled, her hips rising off the jade to meet the slow, teasing pressure of fingers that barely brushed her most sensitive petals. Her own Taiyang energy pulsed in reply, but instead of repelling the invading Taiyin, it curled around it, submitting to it like sunlight willingly being drawn into the deepest, coolest shadows.

"You're so warm now," Xie Yingying whispered, her lips brushing the rising curve of Su Min's chest. "Before, I feared it would scorch me. Now it calls to me like a promise I've waited lifetimes to touch."

Her tongue followed the frantic rhythm of Su Min's heartbeat, slow and reverent, each taste dragging another helpless tremor from her core. When her hand slipped lower, unforgiving now, deliberate, Su Min bucked, her breath catching as a sharp bloom of pleasure erupted where those cool fingers pressed past her soaked, trembling petals.

"You like this," Xie Yingying murmured, her voice low and thick as her fingers danced along the slick, trembling flesh. "Being the one undone beneath me."

Su Min's fingers clawed into the luxurious fur beneath her, a gasp catching in her throat. "I like being worshiped," she breathed out, the words strained. "And you do it very well."

"No," Xie Yingying said, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile against her skin. "Worship still leaves something untouched, something distant. I'm not praising you. I'm taking you."

Her Taiyin energy pulsed again, potent, cool, and utterly intoxicating. It slithered into Su Min's body like a rising tide, wrapping around her dantian like tender ivy lovingly choking a beam of sunlight. The Taiyang within her surged in response, but it did not resist. It folded, reverent, like the dawn itself bowing to the dusk. In that profound union, the old order between them completely unraveled.

Xie Yingying lowered herself further, her warm breath brushing the sensitive skin of Su Min's inner thigh. She kissed it, not gently, not chastely, but like a prayer that had been answered far too late.

And then her fingers moved, slipping deeper inside.

Su Min arched off the jade with a sharp, broken cry tearing from her throat, half-formed and completely helpless. The pressure, the pace, everything was perfectly calculated to unmake her, to reduce her to nothing but sensation.

"You never should've come back if you weren't ready to be devoured," Xie Yingying murmured against the skin of her thigh, her words a soft, threatening promise.

Su Min whimpered, her hips twitching uncontrollably under the dual onslaught of energy and touch. Her Taiyang essence shivered within her, caught in the flood, flickering, no longer the dominant force.

"You opened the door, Su Min," she whispered, her lips brushing against flushed, heated skin. "Now let me burn."

Her mouth descended.

Her tongue parted the trembling petals, slow and relentless.

And Su Min shattered.

Golden qi exploded from her in all directions, radiant and wild, illuminating the chamber. Her cry echoed off the walls, high and hoarse, stripped of all composure and pride. Her hands tangled in silk and ice, in hair and skin, in anything she could hold onto to keep herself from flying completely apart.

But she was already gone.

Her body shook violently. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Each lick, each curl of Xie Yingying's clever fingers, sent a new cascade crashing over her. Again, and again, until she lost count.

She was utterly undone. Not by fire, but by a consuming cold. Not by brute force, but by intimate, devastating knowing.

The beast she had teased for so long had awakened.

But this time, it didn't need to chase blindly.

It knew exactly what it wanted, and exactly how to take it.

Su Min had always thought herself in control. With her golden tongue and her sharper smile, she'd toyed with ancient cultivators and Fallen Ones alike, forever confident in her ability to tilt any situation in her favor.

But not this one.

Not when Xie Yingying's mouth was pressed between her legs like it was its rightful, permanent home.

Not when her Taiyin qi, more potent and hungrier than ever before, surged up Su Min's meridians and made her spine arch helplessly against the cold ice.

"Ah, Yingying," Su Min's voice cracked, ragged and high as her thighs quivered around that cold, merciless, wonderful tongue. Her hands fisted in the girl's silken hair, but even that grip was weak, a plea for more rather than a signal to stop.

The only answer she got was a low, approving hum, the vibration of it sending another devastating wave of pleasure straight through her core. The sensation struck like forked lightning, coiling tight in her abdomen, radiating outward like solar flares being swallowed whole by the patient moon.

Xie Yingying was taking her time.

Licking slowly, precisely, as if she meant to memorize every twitch, every gasp, every reaction. Her hands kept Su Min open and exposed, her fingers curling tightly around flushed thighs that had once crushed demon beasts into dust. Now those same thighs trembled, utterly helpless.

"Still so reactive," she murmured, pulling back only far enough to speak. Her lips were slick, her eyes half-lidded with her own pleasure. "You act so untouchable, so high above it all, but it takes so very little to break you."

This wasn't frantic. It wasn't rushed.

It was deliberate.

Possessive.

As if she was reclaiming what had always been hers by right.

And beneath that fierce possession was something softer, more dangerous. A deep, aching yearning that had festered in silence, in stolen glances and half held breaths. Every motion now carried the full weight of everything that had been left unsaid between them for years.

Su Min tried to speak, to meet her taunt with something sharp and witty. But only a ragged, broken moan left her lips as the tongue returned, sliding in long, deliberate, sweeping strokes.

No one else had ever touched her like this.

No one else had ever dared.

"You lit this fire in me again," Xie Yingying whispered, her voice like crushed ice melting over hot stone. "You came back knowing what would happen. You wanted this."

Su Min didn't deny it.

She couldn't.

Her body was already betraying her with every involuntary roll of her hips, every helpless moan pulled from the raw depths of her throat. She had fought armies and outwitted emperors. Yet here, pinned beneath the slow, swirling caress of Xie Yingying's tongue and the unrelenting grip of her cold fingers, she was no better than dry kindling caught in a lightning storm.

And she was burning up from the inside out.

"Yingying," she rasped, a violent tremor shaking her entire frame. "If you keep going..."

"You'll break?" Xie Yingying didn't pause, not even for a second. Her breath ghosted over the slick, oversensitive skin. "Good. Then I'll rebuild you. I'll put you back together, my way."

Another surge of Taiyin energy crept into her meridians. It was cool, dark, and endless. It coiled in her limbs, nestled deep in her bones, cradled her very core with a devastating tenderness. The Taiyang within her should have lashed out in defiance, but it simply melted instead, like the sun slipping peacefully into the waiting dusk.

This was no longer a battle between heat and cold.

It was rhythm.

It was balance.

It was total, blissful surrender.

Xie Yingying's tongue flicked again, gentle but utterly unbearable, while her fingers curved inside her with perfect, infuriating pressure. Every movement echoed through Su Min's body like a great bell being struck at the very center of her soul.

"Let me feel you," she whispered, the words a soft command. "All of you."

Su Min choked on a sob as her climax tore through her, slower this time, drawn out like a single, endless thread of silk unraveling. Her entire body convulsed, completely caught in the tide. A radiant glow pulsed from her dantian, but it wasn't pure, brilliant golden anymore.

Faint, shimmering threads of silvery black glimmered within the light, a permanent mark of the union.

Xie Yingying didn't stop. She slowed, yes, but her mouth lingered, her tongue pressed reverently against the still trembling flesh. As if worshipping. As if claiming her prize.

When she finally pulled away, her face was flushed, her lips glossy, her eyes dark with satisfaction and soft with something akin to love all at once.

She crawled slowly up Su Min's spent body, trailing soft, open mouthed kisses over her stomach, the swell of her chest, her collar, the line of her jaw.

Until their mouths met again.

This kiss was not a spark.

It was a deep, resonating ache.

Slow, open mouthed, and too full of feeling to be anything else. The taste of her own essence still lingered on Xie Yingying's lips, mingling with the salt of sweat and the shared warmth of their breath and the deep, abiding hunger that had finally been fed.

Su Min thought it would end there, that the slow, full kiss, so heavy with heat and worship, would be the final note. That she might finally catch her breath and find some semblance of composure. But Xie Yingying did not pull away. Her lips only softened further against Su Min's, her tongue tracing the inside of her mouth as if she were still savoring her, still chasing the last echoes of her own shudders.

Her body was still trembling, every nerve ending hypersensitive from the powerful release, yet Xie Yingying did not retreat. Instead, she pressed her palm flat against Su Min's lower belly, right over the dantian where her own silvery black Taiyin energy now danced in a perfect spiral with Su Min's golden Taiyang essence, and whispered something too soft for any but the heavens to hear. Then her fingers dipped down once more, their movement slow and utterly unrelenting.

And with a sudden, knowing shift, she slid two fingers inside her, curling them perfectly, intentionally, and Su Min shattered all over again.

Golden light flared across the room in an uncontrollable burst, like pure sunlight violently ripping through heavy winter storm clouds. She came with a raw cry, her body convulsing in a full-bodied, uncontrollable wave, her vision whitening out at the edges as her Taiyang qi surged wildly around them, untamed. But even that cataclysm did not halt Xie Yingying.

She rode the wave of Su Min's climax, fed on it, her tongue still moving in a deep, claiming kiss, her fingers coaxing another, sharper climax from the already shaking woman beneath her.

And Su Min, ever the master of composure, the unshakeable Ancestor, sobbed.

It was beautiful.

It was vulnerable.

It was shameless.

By the time her body collapsed fully into the cold, damp jade beneath her, her legs barely able to twitch, Xie Yingying finally pulled her mouth away. Her own breathing was labored now too, but her dark eyes never left Su Min's flushed, tear-streaked face.

There was a quiet sort of reverence in her gaze, a look softened by the spiritual steam rising around them, her skin damp with the effort of her control and the depth of her desire.

Then she leaned down, brushing Su Min's swollen lips with hers once more, this touch slow, sweet, and final.

"I won't lose control like last time," she whispered, a promise and a threat woven together. "I'll stop, just once more."

Su Min's breath trembled as she exhaled. "Liar…" she breathed, the word ragged.

A slow, possessive smile curved on Xie Yingying's lips.

"Yes," she admitted freely, her voice a low hum. "But I want to hear you beg first."

And she kissed her again, slower this time. No longer ravenous, but lingering. Deeply intimate. Like she had all the time in the world to undo her, piece by piece, breath by stolen breath.

Su Min's limbs felt boneless, her breath still shaky, her body slick with sweat and their shared warmth, still trembling from the last devastating wave. The cold jade beneath her back was no help, it only made her more acutely aware of how hot she was burning, of how warm Xie Yingying still felt above her, draped over her like a second skin.

Then she felt it. That slow, deliberate press of weight again. The familiar, maddening slide of skin against skin. And finally, the unmistakable sensation of Xie Yingying's body settling between her legs once more.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The heat between them hadn't faded. If anything, it had deepened into something darker, more possessive. Hungrier.

And this time, it was no longer just desire driven by instinct or Sovereign resonance.

It was her.

Xie Yingying, jealous, quiet, and deeply possessive, who leaned down, brushing Su Min's lips with hers, slower than before.

"You can still run," she whispered against her mouth, her voice like smoke. "But once I start, I won't stop. Not until I am satisfied."

Su Min exhaled a breathless, dazed laugh, her face flushed. "Who said I ever wanted to?"

That was all the permission Xie Yingying needed.

But she did not rush.

She shifted lower, positioning herself with excruciating, deliberate care. Their bodies aligned so perfectly it made Su Min shudder from head to toe. Their most intimate flowers met again, both soft and flushed and trembling, petals already slick with their shared longing.

Su Min gasped at the direct, heated contact, her breath catching painfully in her throat.

But then, nothing.

Xie Yingying did not move.

She simply rested there, their tender buds pressed sweetly together, teasing, warming, maddening.

Su Min tried to arch her hips up, to seek more friction, but cool, firm hands gripped her hips, holding her down with infuriating tenderness.

"No," Xie Yingying murmured, her voice almost gentle but firm. "You don't get to lead this time. I said I would stop. Unless…"

Her lips brushed Su Min's ear, her breath hot and cruel.

"Unless you beg."

Su Min bit her lip, the ache between her legs growing heavier, a throbbing need. "Yingying, please…"

"Mmm, no. Not like that." Xie Yingying smiled against her heated cheek. "I want to hear it properly."

She rocked her hips just slightly, the barest movement, enough for their slick petals to rub together. A tiny spark. A flicker. A torturous promise.

Then she stopped again.

Su Min whimpered, her nerves taut and frayed. "Please, I, I need,"

"Do you want me?" Xie Yingying interrupted, her voice dropping.

"You know I do,"

"Then say it."

Xie Yingying's voice was lower now, husky with her own want but still in full control. Her forehead pressed to Su Min's, their breaths mixing, becoming one.

"Say you need me. Say you're mine."

Su Min's thighs twitched, the heat becoming unbearable. Her hands scrabbled at Xie Yingying's back, trying to draw her closer, to force the contact she craved. "I need you. I, I'm yours. Just move. Please, just, please,"

But Xie Yingying only rolled her hips once more, the motion slow and light, a ghost of what Su Min needed. Enough to spark the fire, not enough to quench it.

"Not convincing," she whispered, her own control a weapon. "Try again."

"Yingying," Su Min pleaded, her voice cracking.

"I said," Xie Yingying's lips brushed Su Min's throat now, each word a caress and a challenge, "I want to hear you beg. Say it like you mean it. Or I will stop."

And she stilled completely.

The pressure. The heat. The unbearable closeness, it all froze, leaving Su Min hovering on a precipice of pure frustration.

Su Min nearly sobbed from the denial. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her voice cracked with raw, unfiltered need. "I missed this," she whispered. "I missed you. I want you. I need you, Yingying. Don't stop. Please, don't stop, please,"

A shiver ran through Xie Yingying's body at that last, desperate word. The honesty. The raw, unfiltered ache in Su Min's tone was what she had been waiting for.

She kissed her then, gently, reverently, before finally lowering her hips again, letting their flowers kiss more firmly this time, petals slipping, meeting, clinging in a perfect fit.

Su Min gasped aloud, her back arching instinctively off the jade as their sensitive buds rubbed together in aching unison.

Xie Yingying moved, finally.

Slow. Steady. Devastating.

Each glide of her hips was a slow burn, a stroke drawn out with infinite care. Their combined slickness melded into something molten, and their qi pulsed in perfect tandem, the sacred resonance between them flaring to brilliant life once more.

And when she began to move faster, the slickness between them turned into a molten fire.

Friction turned to conflagration.

Cold jade turned to golden warmth.

Yin and Yang spiraled out of control once more, and this time, Su Min was the one who wept openly, climax after climax tearing through her like endless waves crashing against a sunlit shore.

But Xie Yingying did not stop. She kept moving, her hips rolling in a relentless rhythm, her eyes locked onto Su Min's expression as if memorizing every stuttered breath, every flushed gasp, every tear.

This was everything she had been denied for so long.

Worship. Surrender. Claim.

All at once.

Su Min's Taiyang qi pulsed from her core like a second, visible heartbeat, warm and golden, radiating from the center of her being. Each breath she took shimmered in the mist, white ripples blooming like slow halos across the chilled air.

And Xie Yingying drank it in.

Not in haste.

Not with blind hunger.

But with deep reverence, like a sacred ritual performed by candlelight, delicate and deliberate.

She lifted one of Su Min's legs over her shoulder, her palms lingering on the soft curve of her thigh, fingertips tracing the faint tremble in her skin. Su Min's breath hitched, but she did not retreat. She could not. Her petals were already slick, already openly seeking.

Their flowers met with a slow, gliding press, so agonizingly tender it made Su Min choke on a whimper. Xie Yingying did not push forward, she rocked, her movements shallow and unhurried, watching the way Su Min's lashes fluttered, the way her breath caught in her throat.

The contact burned. It was too sharp, too sweet.

And yet, it was like being kissed open by the sun itself.

A gasp, then a sob, tore from Su Min's lips as another climax rolled through her, this one slow and heavy, like a deep, pulling tide. She leaned into the motion, her hips trembling, her fingers clawing lightly at the jade beneath them as Xie Yingying leaned down, kissing her temple, her cheek, her open mouth.

Not to silence her, but to worship her.

"Like this," Xie Yingying murmured, as if coaxing her through the overwhelming sensation. "Feel me."

Their lips brushed with every sway of their bodies, tongues meeting in slow, lazy strokes, not chasing anything, only savoring the profound connection.

Then, Xie Yingying shifted, ever so gently, guiding Su Min up with careful hands, easing her onto her lap as she sat back on the cold jade. The contrast of heat and chill made Su Min shiver, her skin flushed, her chest heaving. Their foreheads touched.

No words now.

Just shared breath.

Slow.

Sacred.

Xie Yingying's hands settled on Su Min's hips again, encouraging her to move. She began to grind down, her hips finding the rhythm again, this one less sharp, more fluid and circular. Their flowers met in a continuous dance of friction, slick petals sliding in and out of perfect alignment. The tension built again, not like a sudden storm, but like rising incense smoke, spiraling, steady, impossible to escape.

Another climax crested, this one a deep, rolling wave.

Su Min bit her lip and let it wash through her, collapsing forward into Xie Yingying's shoulder, moaning softly against her skin as their shared heat spilled between them.

A soft, broken cry broke free from Su Min's lips, and Xie Yingying bit it back with her own, nipping at the sound as if to keep it a secret between them.

"More," she whispered, not as a command, but a plea against Su Min's parted mouth. "You can give me more."

And Su Min did.

Bent forward this time, her palms braced on the glowing jade, her knees parted, thighs trembling, she gave herself over completely. Xie Yingying pressed behind her, guiding her hips back until their slick flowers kissed once more. The rhythm was unhurried, slow glides, full contact, like molten honey pooling across cold stone.

The sounds were obscene in their intimacy, wet, rhythmic, delicate gasps that bloomed and faded into the mist. Each motion was a prayer, each press an offering.

Again.

And again.

Time did not chase them in that secluded chamber.

It cradled them.

Xie Yingying shifted again only when Su Min began to tremble uncontrollably, lifting her and settling her atop her lap once more, their chests pressed close now. She cradled her like something fragile and precious, yet moved with devastating precision, her hips rolling in lazy, deep circles, driving friction with every deliberate pass.

And through it all, the Taiyang qi kept burning from Su Min.

Not fleeting, not borrowed.

A whole day.

That was how long Su Min's current Solar Sovereign state would now endure. And with the weight of that gift, Xie Yingying did not rush. She gave herself fully to the rhythm of hours, to the breathless, sacred space between their synchronized heartbeats.

Golden qi danced in visible spirals around them, lighting the mist with an ethereal glow. It sparked off Su Min's skin like sunlight glancing through morning dew, tracing the line of her spine, her collarbones, her parted lips, catching on stray strands of hair and the tears she didn't even know had fallen.

"You're still burning," Xie Yingying murmured against Su Min's collarbone, her voice low, thick with emotion and something deeper, something she could not name. "Even now, after all this,"

Su Min tried to answer, but another wave tore through her, shattering, breathless. Her voice broke into a soft sob, and she buried her face in the curve of Xie Yingying's shoulder, trembling through the aftershocks.

They did not count the peaks they reached. There was no need.

They did not speak of time, either. It passed not in hours, but in shared heartbeats, in the rhythm of skin against skin and mingled breath.

It passed in silence and in sighs.

In slow, gliding movements and unhurried, searching kisses.

In the warmth of hands that gave, and mouths that never stopped seeking, never stopped remembering.

Time was not something they measured that day. It was something they were graciously given. A gift, stretched long and golden like the endless afternoon sun, as if even the heavens themselves had stepped aside to let them exist, for a while, in perfect, untouchable peace.

And when the brilliant, golden tide of Taiyang qi finally began to ebb, softening like the last light of dusk spilling into a gentle twilight, Xie Yingying's hard-won restraint dissolved completely. What took its place was not a frantic urgency, but something far deeper and more profound. A hunger that had been shaped by years of memory and refined by a constant, aching longing. It bloomed quietly in the center of her chest, a feeling too full to be contained, and it spilled into her limbs, into the very way she touched and moved against Su Min.

She leaned in again, not asking for permission, simply taking, drawing Su Min's limp, pliant hips flush against her own. Their bodies were slick with sweat and the lingering glow of spent spiritual energy, skin shimmering in the low, hazy light of the chamber.

Xie Yingying rolled her hips slowly, a deliberate, grinding motion that pressed petal to slick petal, drawing a shared shiver from them both. But Su Min could no longer respond with any real movement. Her body had gone completely slack, too spent to either chase the sensation or flee from its intensity. All her formidable strength had melted away, leaving behind only warmth and ragged breath.

She yielded completely, a total surrender.

And Xie Yingying guided her through it, her movements sure and steady.

They stayed like that, pressed flush together, breath mingling with breath, as their turbulent qi finally settled and the white-gold glow around them dimmed to a soft ember. Su Min's body sagged heavily into her arms, slick with sweat, her thighs weak and trembling, her eyes half-lidded and dazed. Her once-flawless, ironclad control had melted into a soft, vulnerable openness, raw and utterly exposed.

Her breaths came slow and shallow. Her dark lashes fluttered against her cheeks. Her parted lips gave no coherent sound, only a soft, wordless plea carried in each trembling exhale.

But Xie Yingying didn't stop.

Not when Su Min trembled, limp and pliant in her embrace.

Not when the last of the Taiyang glow dimmed to a low shimmer, scattering like the final rays of sunlight through a morning mist.

Even when Su Min's gaze grew hazy, her eyes glazed and damp with sheer exhaustion, she never pulled away.

And still, Su Min gave.

She let Xie Yingying guide her down again onto the cool jade, open, willing, and completely hers.

Xie Yingying's hands shook faintly with her own fatigue, but her grip never faltered. She pressed their bodies together with an aching, perfect precision, her hips rolling low and slow. Her own thighs were trembling now too, inner muscles clenching from overuse, but her quiet dominance didn't fade. If anything, it sharpened. Each slow grind was a silent claiming, each shared breath a quiet demand that said, "Feel me. Stay with me."

Their slick, sensitive petals met again, gliding and catching in a rhythm that was slow enough to drive a broken sob from Su Min's throat. There was no rush in Xie Yingying's movements now, only a deep, unwavering purpose. She angled her hips, timing every subtle thrust so their flowers would meet just right, creating an unbearable, perfect rhythm that made Su Min arch helplessly, her hands scrabbling weakly for something, anything, to hold onto. She found nothing but Xie Yingying's warm, damp skin.

And that was enough.

Su Min could barely form words. Her qi was a low, guttering flame now, flickering faintly under the overwhelming weight of so many releases. She shivered with every slow, deliberate pass of Xie Yingying's body, her hands gripping her wife's back with the last vestiges of her strength. Her voice was hoarse, soft with final surrender.

"Yingying… I can't… anymore…"

But she could.

Xie Yingying didn't let her stop. She didn't give her the space to drift away. She kissed her, a harsh, deep, anchoring kiss, and rocked harder, their bodies flushed and soaked and pressed together like a single, blooming entity. She ground down with one last, firm push, drawing out that final, hidden spark buried deep within the wreckage of Su Min's control.

And finally,

They came.

Together, at last. Not with a scream, but with a trembling, shared silence, so profound it felt holy. Their bodies convulsed in unison, drawn taut as bowstrings and then utterly undone. Petals shuddering, hips locking, breath stalling in their throats.

By the time the last wave passed, Su Min lay boneless beneath her, damp hair clinging to her temples and cheeks, her thighs still twitching with faint aftershocks. Her skin glowed with a faint white-silver sheen, her qi utterly emptied, her body open and completely claimed.

Xie Yingying collapsed beside her, her face buried in the curve of Su Min's neck, her own body slick with sweat and the room's lingering mist.

And for once, it was she who whispered, her voice hoarse and soft with emotion. "I'll stop now, before I lose it completely again."

The spiritual frost had retreated to the far corners of the room, finally chased away by the lingering afterglow of Taiyang heat and the delicate, spent sighs of satisfied desire. What remained was a gentle mist, white-tinged and shimmering faintly in the moonlight that now slipped through the intricate crystal lattice of the Xuantian Mansion's inner sanctum.

Su Min lay curled against Xie Yingying's chest, her hair damp with sweat and dew, her cheeks still flushed with a residual, rosy heat. She looked dazed, but deeply at peace. Her limbs were too heavy to move, her thoughts too quiet and scattered to form any coherence.

Xie Yingying hadn't said anything since collapsing beside her. She simply held her. One arm was draped possessively around Su Min's waist, her fingers tracing lazy, cooling spirals across the smooth skin of her lower back.

For once, the natural coolness in her touch wasn't defensive or closed off.

It was soothing. Reassuring. A comfort.

"I didn't mean to lose control," Xie Yingying said quietly, after a long, comfortable silence had stretched between them. "Not like that. Not again."

Su Min shifted slightly, just enough to look up at her, her eyes soft, her lashes still damp. "You didn't lose control."

"I almost did," Xie Yingying insisted, her gaze serious.

"But you didn't," Su Min whispered back, her certainty a gentle force.

Xie Yingying's hand paused its motion for a heartbeat, then resumed its slow, calming path along Su Min's spine. "I've waited a long time to feel you like this again. And I thought, I truly believed, I'd be above it by now. That I'd trained my heart and my body well enough to resist the pull."

The words settled between them like the mist in the room, tender and yet unresolved.

Su Min didn't speak. She only listened, her eyelids half-lowered, the soft sound of their breathing mingling in the intimate hush.

Xie Yingying let out a soft exhale, almost a laugh, but there was no real amusement in it, just a kind of stunned disbelief at her own enduring weakness. Or maybe it was a final acceptance of it.

"I really thought I could endure forever, waiting for you," she murmured, more to herself than to Su Min. "But the moment I touched you again, truly touched you, I knew."

Her fingers traced a final, slow circle at the base of Su Min's spine, then stilled there, resting with a sense of finality.

A pause followed, gentle but heavy with meaning, like the profound quiet that follows after a tide has pulled away from the shore.

Then, softly, not as a possessive claim but as a truth too deep to deny any longer, she spoke.

"You're mine."

It was not said with possessiveness or command. Just honesty. A raw ache, barely clothed in words.

And Su Min, who once would have laughed or teased in the face of such a declaration, simply nodded, her gaze steady and clear.

"Yes," she whispered, the word a vow in the quiet room. "I've always been."

The last of the physical warmth around them began to fade, replaced by a cool, silvery glow filtering down from the ceiling, moonlight reflecting faintly off the melted frost.

Their spiritual energies had stabilized, the violent union of Yin and Yang now a calm, steady flow within them. But something fundamental between them had shifted. It had settled.

They were no longer just two sovereign bodies pulled together by an irresistible resonance.

They were two people, flawed, scarred, and impossibly tangled, who had chosen each other once again.

A breathless, comfortable silence passed, filled only with the soft sound of their breathing. Then, Xie Yingying shifted slightly, just enough to tilt her head and meet Su Min's gaze directly. Her lips were still slightly swollen from their kisses, her eyes glossed over with a deep fatigue and something softer, something more vulnerable, that she rarely ever let show.

Not even Su Min had seen it quite like this before.

Despite everything they had just shared, her voice came out soft, barely above a whisper, laced with a knowing sadness. "...You're leaving again, aren't you?"

Su Min blinked slowly. She should have expected this. "Of course Yingying knew." She could always sense the shift in her intentions, the quiet preparation for a journey.

"Yeah," she said, her own voice more gentle now, acknowledging the truth she couldn't hide.

"You'll come back." It wasn't a question from Xie Yingying, but a statement, a demand to the universe.

"I always do, don't I?" Su Min replied, offering a faint, reassuring smile.

"That's not what I meant," Xie Yingying said, her gaze steady and penetrating.

There was a heavy silence then. Su Min didn't break it, allowing the weight of the unspoken to hang in the air between them.

Then Xie Yingying turned to her more fully, her skin still flushed from their intimacy, but no longer with flustered embarrassment. A quiet, deep calm rested behind her eyes, like the surface of a frozen lake just beginning to thaw under a persistent sun.

"You know… when I first woke up from my seal, I thought you were just another opportunist," she said softly, the memory making her voice distant. "Some half-talented alchemist who thought she could strike a clever deal with a sealed monster. I was fully prepared to use you for the pills and the freedom, and then leave you behind once I got what I needed."

She paused, letting the confession settle, then let out a breath that shimmered faintly with a trace of released spiritual energy.

"But you stayed. We enjoyed tea together beneath the moonlight. You helped me hunt that swamp monster that was terrorizing the village. You teased me senseless until I was a blushing mess, and you still looked me directly in the eye afterward." Her gaze dropped for a moment, fond and tinged with a hint of old guilt. "You're the first person who didn't flinch at what I am. Who wasn't afraid of the Lunar Sovereign Body, or of me."

Su Min blinked, feeling a familiar awkwardness at such open sentiment. She scratched the back of her neck, avoiding the intensity of that gaze for a second. "Hey, hey. Don't go dumping your entire cultivation diary on me all at once. I'm just going out for a while, not dying."

"But you might." Xie Yingying's smile was faint, but it was heartbreakingly genuine, like a glimpse of moonlight through a thick fog. "The place you're going, the Other Shore... it's not like the Golden Core Avenue. The rules are different. You won't have me there, watching your back. And we both know how reckless you can be when you think no one is watching."

Su Min's usual grin twitched, faltered for a fraction of a second under that knowing look, then held firm. "Well, you've seen worse than me being a little reckless."

"True," Xie Yingying murmured, her eyes clouding with memory. "You slaughtered the pack of Fallen Ones guarding Senior Jiang's tomb without a moment of hesitation. You tore apart that Ancient Evil Soul when you were only at the Divine Transformation stage, all for me, even when it meant risking your own core and your future."

A pause. The ghost of something deeply vulnerable flickered in her eyes. "You've always been so reckless with your own life, and yet, strangely, so very careful with mine."

"Let me say it," Xie Yingying whispered, leaning closer until her breath was warm against Su Min's skin. "Just this once."

She met her gaze with that quiet, unyielding intensity, the kind that had once silenced entire sect halls and now softened only for her.

"Come back. No matter how long it takes. No matter what you find there. Come back to me."

There was no tremble in her voice. It was all steel, wrapped in the softest silk, a combination of the proud, lonely girl she used to be and the strong, devoted woman she had become.

Su Min didn't answer with words at first. Her hand rose slowly between them, and she gently knocked their foreheads together in that familiar, affectionate gesture they shared, the touch warm and full of unspoken promises.

"I'll walk my path alone for now. But that doesn't mean I won't wait," Xie Yingying added, her voice softer now, as if saying it too loudly might break the fragile, beautiful thing that had grown between them.

Silence settled between them again, but this time it wasn't empty or heavy. It pulsed with their shared breath, with the steady rhythm of two hearts that, after so long, no longer beat alone.

Xie Yingying leaned down, brushing damp strands of hair from Su Min's forehead, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her temple. "Sleep now. You've exhausted yourself completely."

Su Min's lips curved into a faint, drowsy smile, her instinct to tease never fully dormant. "You're the one who wouldn't stop."

"Don't tempt me again," Xie Yingying warned, her voice a low, affectionate murmur.

"...Wasn't planning to," Su Min murmured, her eyes already closing as she drifted into the deep, dreamless peace of utter exhaustion.

And Xie Yingying? She stayed awake long after Su Min had fallen asleep, her own body weary but her spirit watchful. She watched the slow, steady rise and fall of Su Min's chest in the dim light.

Guarding her.

As she had, in her own way, always.

And as she always would.

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Morning light spilled gently over the horizon, weaving golden threads through the open windows of the quiet chamber. The lingering scent of sandalwood incense and crushed osmanthus petals still hung in the air, a heady, sweet echo of the night before, an intimate, wordless, and unforgettable memory.

Su Min stood at the edge of the balcony, only half-dressed in her inner robes, her hair loosely bound with a pale silk ribbon that the morning wind was already tugging strands free from. Her qi had settled into a calm, deep pool, but her body still remembered, still ached in a pleasant, deep way, still trembled in quiet, internal pulses from all that had passed between them. There was no hesitation in her posture, only a quiet reverence for the hushed peace that always follows something too profound to name.

Behind her, the bedding of softened ice jade and rumpled silk rustled faintly as Xie Yingying rose in silence, her bare feet meeting the cold jade floor with a quiet grace that belied how her own body still hummed and ached from all they had done. Her robe, half-slid from one shoulder, its collar loosened, her dew-slick skin glowing in the pale morning haze, clung to her more like mist than fabric.

She didn't bother to tie it properly. It draped around her slender form like the night itself hadn't yet fully let go. Beneath its soft folds, the faint, bruised petals of love bites bloomed against the skin of her throat, her collarbone, the delicate curve of one pale thigh. Her hair was still unbound, a dark cascade, and her cheeks were tinged with the faintest flush. She looked almost unreal in the dawn light, like a spirit of snow made flesh, or a beautiful fever dream Su Min hadn't quite woken from.

Su Min didn't turn, but she heard her. She felt her, a familiar and comforting presence at her back.

"I wasn't going to sneak off," she said, her voice low, a touch sheepish, as if the profound intimacy they had shared had redrawn all her usual sharp edges into something softer.

"I know," Xie Yingying replied simply, stepping forward to stand beside her at the balcony's edge.

She didn't look at Su Min, just raised her gaze to the same far-off, lightening sky. The dawn light touched her cheek, painting it in strokes of gold, catching the elegant line of her throat, the damp hollow of her collarbone. Her expression was unreadable, serene, but her very presence radiated a quiet, deep possessiveness, like someone who had utterly claimed and had been utterly claimed in return.

"I thought you might try to stop me," Su Min added, her voice softer now, like a single thread quietly unspooling.

Xie Yingying didn't smile, but her tone warmed, brushing low and intimate against Su Min's senses. "I did stop you. Many times. Just, not in the way you expected."

Su Min finally glanced at her, a smirk tugging at her lips, crooked and tired, but touched with something almost reverent.

Last night flashed in her mind without warning, vivid and overwhelming. Xie Yingying's breathless moans, her voice breaking at the peak of release as she gasped Su Min's name like a prayer laced with pure hunger. The desperate heat of her hands, the trembling of her thighs, the way she had pressed Su Min into the cold jade, unrelenting and desperate. And the way she had clung to her afterward, as if Su Min was both the wound and the cure, the fire and the only balm.

Her body still ached from it, a pleasant, deep soreness. And so did her heart, in a way that was both sweet and painful.

"Last night wasn't fair," she murmured, the words full of layered meaning.

"Then neither is the world," Xie Yingying turned slightly toward her, the corner of her mouth twitching in something that looked like amusement, or maybe quiet triumph. Her hand reached up to adjust the front of Su Min's robe, her fingers brushing the edge of skin she had once devoured and claimed with her mouth and her breath. Her touch lingered there, unhurried and possessive. "But it was ours."

They stood like that, side by side in the soft hush of the new dawn, with only the rustle of their robes and the whisper of the wind between them. The weight of everything left unsaid settled around them like fine silk around their ankles, gentle, binding, deeply intimate.

Finally, Su Min stepped back, securing the satchel of materials at her hip. The motion was practical, a signal of the journey to come. "I'll be gone for a while."

Xie Yingying nodded, her movement slow and steady, an acceptance that cost her something. "Then go."

Su Min looked at her again, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "That's it? Just 'then go'?"

"If you make me say something embarrassing again," Xie Yingying murmured, her voice dropping low and dark with promise, her eyes flicking toward Su Min with that familiar, dangerous glint, "I'll drag you back inside and make sure you can't walk out of here next time."

That earned her a breath of laughter from Su Min, a low sound drawn from somewhere deep in her chest, still a little raw from the night before. "We wouldn't want that," she conceded.

The words hung between them, warm and heavy, like the echo of a kiss not quite given.

Then a new quiet fell, this time not aching, but full. A hush thick with everything that remained unspoken. With memory, with restraint, with the immense weight of things that had become too tender to name aloud.

Su Min stepped forward, lifting a hand to gently tuck a wayward strand of hair behind Xie Yingying's ear. Her fingers lingered at the curve of her cheek, brushing down with a gentle finality. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. And for a long moment, it looked as if she might finally say something meaningful, something profound and irreversible.

But she didn't.

Instead, she simply leaned in and gently rested her forehead against Xie Yingying's one last time.

No words.

Just shared warmth, and a silence that spoke volumes.

Then she turned, her robes fluttering behind her like the sun itself splitting through the morning clouds.

Her departure was quiet, but her presence lingered in the chamber and in the air, like the last, cherished warmth of sunlight on your skin just before winter claims the sky.

And in that lingering, poignant silence, Xie Yingying closed her eyes and made a vow to herself, to the heavens, to fate itself.

No matter what stood between them, be it curse, heaven, or chaos,

She would never, ever let Su Min walk the darkness alone.

—

Deep within the sect's grounds, beneath the azure canopy of the sacred spirit wood, Su Min raised her hand.

With her Five Elements Sacred Body now fully awakened and mastered, constructing a Secret Realm wasn't just a possibility, it was an absolute certainty.

Brilliant green light, vibrant with life, danced between her fingers. Before her, the very earth responded, trees rising from the soil, rivers carving their paths, the elemental pulses of wood, water, and earth humming powerfully through the roots of the world.

Still, somewhere in the quiet of her thoughts, between the flickers of summoned flame and conjured frost, was the image of a girl with moonlight in her eyes and a possessive fire in her veins.

"...Don't wait too long," Su Min murmured, half to the wind, half to the memory that clung to her heart.

And then, as if in answer, the forest before her bloomed into existence, a world born from her will, a testament to her power, and a silent promise of return.

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Xie Yingying: "You know exactly what happens when you tease me like this - and you dared to come back? You want this to happen again, don't you, you little brat?"

Su Min: "I didn't! (ᗒᗩᗕ)"

Xie Yingying: "Liar."

Su Min: (╥﹏╥)

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Fun Fact About Their Dynamic!

At first glance, you'd totally think Su Min's the one running the show in their relationship, right? I mean, she's all bold, shameless, and unrestrained—while Xie Yingying comes off as this elegant, cold, and perfectly composed ice queen.

But plot twist!

In reality? Xie Yingying is the one giving, while Su Min is the one receiving. Xie Yingying fell first—but Su Min? Oh, she fell harder.

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Wait, Why is Xie Yingying the Younger One?

Okay, let's break it down:

First Meeting:

—Su Min: Already in her 40s

—Xie Yingying: Fresh-faced 20s

Xie Yingying's first sealing froze her aging completely (time basically stopped for her). So even if she's technically ancient, physically? Still in her prime 20s

After the Second Sealing/Time Skip:

—Xie Yingying only around 30-40s. (The second sealing wasn't perfect—time slowly crept in.)

Su Min once mentioned that going from late-stage to peak Foundation Building took 10-20 years, so I added that to Xie Yingying's age.

—Su Min? Currently rocking her 300s like it's nothing - because when you're a cultivator, age really is just a number. Thanks to her Immortality talent, she's got:

✓ Infinite lifespan (retirement plans? Never heard of 'em)

✓ Eternal youth (aging gracefully? More like not aging at all)

✓ Peak physical prime forever (basically cheating at life)

So yeah, while three centuries might sound old to mortals, she's still out here looking (and moving) like she's in her absolute prime. Some people just win the genetic lottery and the cultivation lottery, huh?

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Joke aside, Xie Yingying is truly "Stay at home wife". I mean how many times she was holding the rear and waiting for Su Min to come back home?

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Okay, let's talk about this chapter. Truth is, I couldn't leave their goodbye half-told.

Originally, this moment was split awkwardly - half buried at the end of the previous chapter, half tucked into the beginning of the next. But when I saw how much raw emotion was packed into the farewell, how deep their feelings ran... just leaving it fragmented felt wrong.

It deserved better. They deserved better.

So I did something about it. I took those two broken pieces - the lingering ache of one chapter's ending and the quiet hope of the next chapter's beginning - and wove them together into this single, dedicated chapter. Because some moments are too important to be chopped up and scattered around.

A goodbye this meaningful? It deserved its own space to breathe.