", I don't know what's happening, but I need your cum—and I need it fast," Maria said, her voice frantic, almost pleading.
Jian chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "This is what I've been trying to tell you all along. You don't actually need my cum," he said, his tone like that of a teacher correcting a stubborn student. "What you need is Yang Qi. My release just happens to carry it."
"Jian, please—spare me the lecture," Maria gasped, her body trembling as if she were on fire. "I feel like I'm about to go mad. My body is burning up!"
Without waiting for a reply, she began to tug at his robes in desperation, frantically disrobing him once more.
This was the cruel truth of the Ice-Burning Yin Yang Physique. It cursed its bearer with an insatiable hunger for Yang Qi. And if it was not replenished, the physique would eventually begin to consume the Yin within the body itself, causing unbearable agony—the very torment Maria now endured.
Jian steadied her, his expression softening. "Fine," he muttered.
The next moment he loosened his lower robes, his rod stretching out before her eyes. Without hesitation, Maria dropped to her knees. Her lips parted, and she wrapped her mouth around him, desperate—sucking fervently, drawing him in deeper, doing everything in her power to extract the Yang Qi her body craved.
Jian clenched his fists, his breath heavy. Not wanting her to suffer any longer, he focused his profound knowledge of dual cultivation, guiding his release. In that instant, he poured out his Yang Qi into her, forcefully directing the flow.
But it was no easy task. He had not yet reached a cultivation stage where his reserves could be restored faster than they were drained. Every surge of Yang Qi left his body trembling, the toll weighing on him heavily.
Maria, lost in hunger, swallowed eagerly. She enveloped him fully, gulping down every pulse of energy as her mismatched pupils glowed—those blue and red rings blazing like fire in the dark. Yet behind that feral hunger, her gaze remained fixed on Jian, wide, innocent and desperate, like a stray puppy clinging to the only thing keeping it alive.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity—but in truth was barely a minute—his release came to an end. His body slackened, drenched in sweat, his chest heaving from depletion.
As for Maria, the torment had subsided. The colored rings in her pupils had faded, vanishing completely, leaving her eyes calm once more.
But even that was not enough. The hunger still lingered within her, but she was calm and now okay. The truth was, Jian's Yang Qi was already at peak value for an outer court disciple—but even at its peak, it was insufficient.
The Ice-Burning Yin Yang Physique demanded more than what most men could ever hope to provide and due to that what quality couldn't pay for quantity would compensate.
Maria seemed calmer now, her breathing less frantic, but Jian knew better. The Relief she felt now was temporary; as he knew not to trust the surface when it came to the burning ice yin Yang physique.
With no time to waste, Jian flicked his wrist, summoning a small jade bottle from his spatial ring. He uncorked it, tipped a single pill onto his palm, and swallowed it whole.
The instant it touched his tongue, it dissolved into warmth, spreading like a tidal wave of spiritual energy through his meridians. His trembling body steadied, though the exhaustion in his bones was far from gone.
Maria, oblivious to his internal struggle, had devoted herself entirely to him. Her lips enveloped his shaft once more, her tongue tracing hungrily as though unwilling to let even the faintest drop escape.
She had licked and swallowed every trace of Yang Qi he had released into her—but then, without warning, another surge erupted.
A sudden pulse of energy coursed down Jian's shaft, Yang Qi spilling forth once more. Maria froze only for a heartbeat, startled, but instinct quickly overtook hesitation. She pressed her lips back down eagerly, swallowing with renewed excitement, her lips guiding every motion.
Meanwhile, far across the sect, in the Disciplinary Hall, Elder Mei Lian sat in her usual seat, scrolls spread across the lacquered table.
The chamber was silent save for the scratching of brushes and the faint rustle of parchment. Yet her eyes remained unfocused, her thoughts far from the duties before her.
Her slender fingers drummed lightly on the polished wood, betraying a distraction she rarely allowed herself to have.
No matter how she tried, Jian lingered in her mind—his strange request, his reckless boldness, and above all… the secrets he waved against her. Secrets she thought were buried with Yu Jian, who is now deceased.
Her gaze fell upon the list of ingredients he had handed her. She sighed. All of these are rare… resources reserved for Core disciples, not the outer court.
Her brows knitted. Some of the ingredients were not just precious—they were dangerous. Used wrongly, they could kill him outright. What is an outer court disciple doing asking for this? She thought inwardly
After a long silence, she exhaled slowly and pressed the matter aside. For now, she would not interfere openly. Instead, she resolved to watch him closely.
And just Like a ripple effect , the sound of footsteps echoed into the chamber. A young woman entered, bowing low.
"Elder Mei Lian, you sent for me," she said with respect.
This was Fei Ling, the only outer court disciple assigned to the Disciplinary team.
She was known for her diligence in curbing troublemakers, and perhaps more famously, for idolizing Fairy Mei Lian with near fanatical devotion.
Mei Lian inclined her head. "Yes, Fei Ling. I have a special task for you. There is someone I want you to observe carefully. Do it discreetly and report back only to me."
Fei Ling's eyes widened slightly, curiosity flickering, but Mei Lian's next words drove all hesitation away.
"If you succeed—if you bring me valuable information on this individual—I may just consider taking you under my wing as my disciple, as you have always desired."
Joy lit Fei Ling's face instantly, her voice brimming with resolve. "Fairy Mei Lian, as long as it lies within my ability, I will devote myself fully to this task. You will have the information you need."
Mei Lian's lips curved faintly. "Good. It is well within your power. After all, the individual I speak of is within the outer court."
She leaned forward slightly, her tone low and deliberate.
"Listen carefully as I give you the details…"