Yet at that moment, the azure lotus beneath her burst into dazzling radiance, desperately attempting to neutralize the pure Yin within her.
A treasure possessing its own spirit!
"Fine treasure, but useless against me." The tomb master waved casually.
A beam of light enveloped the lotus completely, flinging it aside and severing its connection to Ling Qingzhu.
Both she and the lotus struggled furiously, but to no avail.
"Stop standing there.....get moving!"
The tomb master turned to Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan's throat bobbed as he gazed at Ling Qingzhu. "Miss Qingzhu, I do this to save you. Surely you do not wish to perish in your prime?"
For a moment, Ling Qingzhu was speechless. Silence fell between them.
"Still too reserved… hmm, needs a little catalyst."
The tomb master chuckled, flicked his fingers, and two streaks of pink light shot forth, vanishing into the bodies of Lin Xuan and Ling Qingzhu.
A strange energy coursed through them. Lin Xuan's body instantly burned with heat; his blood boiled, skin growing scalding. A nameless fire ignited in his lower abdomen, rapidly consuming his entire being.
On the other side, Ling Qingzhu fared similarly. Her snow-white wrists flushed crimson, and a haze of desire gradually clouded her once-clear eyes.
Her consciousness grew hazy.
Enveloped in pure Yin qi, she lost nearly all sensation....only endless cold, as though adrift in infinite void, her body weightless and untethered.
In this moment, she desperately craved something to grasp, something to grant her security and warmth.
Then, a figure radiating intense Yang vigor approached.....like a blazing sun, exuding fierce heat.
Unable to resist, Ling Qingzhu threw herself forward.
Slender arms, soft as lotus roots, wrapped around Lin Xuan's neck. Her supple, boneless frame clung to him like a serpentine vine.
The beauty in his arms released a faint, intoxicating fragrance that flooded his senses.
That single breath ignited him completely.....like a spark in an oil field, uncontrollable and all-consuming.
"Lin Xuan… do not… touch me. Otherwise… I will never forgive you!!!"
Ling Qingzhu lay weakly against him. The once-ethereal fairy now gazed with sultry, enchanting eyes....a seductive temptress. Panting softly, she clung to him yet clung also to her final thread of clarity, issuing a trembling threat.
Women always say one thing and mean another… Lin Xuan, lost to reason, rasped hoarsely, "Miss Qingzhu, threats are useless now. Not touching you would be harder than killing me."
With that, he tore away her veil.
The thin gauze fluttered down, revealing a face of staggering beauty.
Though he had long suspected the countenance beneath would be exquisite, in that instant Lin Xuan still felt his breath catch. Even his muddled mind cleared briefly, committing to memory this flawless, intricately sculpted visage.
"One glance topples cities, another topples nations....truly a peerless beauty." Even the tomb master could not help but sigh in admiration.
"Young brother, we share the same path. In thanks for your respectful salute, accept one more gift." Smiling again, he sent a beam of light from his fingertip into a glowing orb, then directly into Lin Xuan's mind
A wave of surprise washed over Lin Xuan as he truly beheld the woman before him.
Lin Qingzhu's face was breathtakingly beautiful, a perfection so profound it stirred an immediate, powerful desire within him to claim her.
A deep blush colored Lin Qingzhu's cheeks as her mask dissolved into nothingness.
She felt utterly exposed, powerless, knowing any attempt to scrub away the reality of this moment would be futile.
Lin Xuan's hands released the ties of her tunic.
The intricate, ancient robes she wore proved frustratingly difficult to remove, their layers a complex barrier.
Lin Qingzhu squeezed her eyes shut, not daring to watch what the young man intended to do next. She surrendered to the inevitable.
Finally, her robes fell away, discarded by Lin Xuan's persistent hands.
A body of flawless, jade-like perfection was unveiled before him.
His hands found her skin, tracing the curves before claiming the two soft, perfect peaks of her breasts.
He squeezed, kneaded, and played with the tender flesh, each touch sending shivers through her.
"Ah, stop... you scoundrel!" Lin Qingzhu whimpered, her body trembling from the shocking pleasure his fingers incited.
A treacherous warmth bloomed between her thighs, a slick liquid betraying her arousal.
As a maiden who had spent her days in solitary cultivation, this cascade of sensation was entirely, bewilderingly new.
Lin Xuan paid her protest no mind. To silence her, he captured her cherry-red lips in a deep, possessive kiss.
Shock rendered Lin Qingzhu still for a moment, but then a strange, intoxicating pleasure bloomed from the connection.
Her consciousness began to blur, overwhelmed. Instinctively, she began to kiss him back, her arms snaking up to wrap around his neck. "Ahh, not so rough... it hurts, ahh," she cried softly as he worried one of her hardened buds between his teeth.
He was relentless, greedily sucking and biting at the sensitive peaks, his passion burning hotter with each passing second.
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