Chapter 6
A nub was hidden within two slightly darker, thin folds of flesh. Fei Xing thought that this must be the clitoris as described in the books.
Beneath the clitoris, the pink flesh was slick with moisture. Above it was a nearly imperceptible small hole, covered by a circular membrane. The hole at its center was slightly irregular, no wider than a finger, but it seemed it could stretch a little. The membrane was a lighter color, with fine blood vessels visible within it.
Fei Xing knew that this membrane was the symbol of maidenhood, and behind this maidenhead lay the vagina, leading straight to the womb.
At this moment, Yu Shuang was still under her sword-sense introspection. She could never have imagined that her private parts were being observed by someone.
Fei Xing lowered his head, and a faint scent drifted onto his face.
This scent was somewhat peculiar, but not unpleasant, completely devoid of any fishy or foul odor. Perhaps it was because of the difference between immortals and mortals; it was not the same as the scent of mortal women described in the books.
He stuck out his tongue, touching the side of the pink flesh, sliding it up and down before moving to the other side. After repeating this several times, he saw the nub between the two thin folds at the top become even more prominent, half-emerging from beneath a thin layer of skin.
This clitoris, it has something in common with my male member, Fei Xing thought. The books say this is the most sensitive spot. I should try it too.
Thinking this, Fei Xing placed the tip of his tongue on the skin of the clitoris, circling it relentlessly.
This really seemed to have worked. A moan escaped Master Yu Shuang's lips, her waist and hips trembling slightly. The flesh before him seemed to come alive, pulsing. Before long, a gush of fluid flowed from the hole in the center of the membrane.
Fei Xing gave it a lick. The fluid was warm and tasteless, nothing special, so he continued his ministrations.
He flattened his tongue, pressing it against the entire area of Yu Shuang's flesh. He flicked the tip, circling that important membrane, then slid it into the central hole, carefully exploring for a few moments. Next, he moved to the outer folds, darting left and right like a swimming fish, finally returning to the clitoris to repeat his initial circling.
Master Yu Shuang's soft moans became more frequent, her slender waist arching up uncontrollably, her hands clenching unconsciously, even her toes curling.
Fei Xing inserted his little finger into the hole in the membrane. The wet, writhing flesh of her passage tightly enveloped his finger.
He carefully probed up and down, about two inches from the entrance, and Master Yu Shuang's reactions grew more intense, continuous moans pouring from her mouth.
Soon, Fei Xing felt the temperature inside the passage where his finger was rising, and the frequency of its contractions suddenly increased. He opened his mouth and took Yu Shuang's clitoris inside, then accelerated the movements of his tongue and finger together, creating wet, squelching sounds in his mouth and within her passage.
Her charming cries were like the songs of orioles and her slender waist arched like a bridge.
After a high-pitched moan, Master Yu Shuang's breath hitched. She let out gasping sounds as if she couldn't get any air. Her cherry lips parted wide, her head thrown back, her waist lifted high. Thick, viscous fluid intermittently sprayed from her passage, drenching Fei Xing's jaw and neck, and even getting a fair amount on his clothes.
Fei Xing rose, looking at Master Yu Shuang still twitching unconsciously on the bed. He was grateful for his foresight in placing a cloth under her hips; otherwise, her clothes and the jade bed would have been a mess.
His gaze fell on the membrane at Yu Shuang's entrance. He felt his own member, as if with a will of its own, burning with the desire to personally breach that membrane, to plunge deep into that warm, wet, soft flesh, to reach the very depths of her womb.
But though this impulse was strong, it was still under his control, and the uncontrollable desire in his heart had subsided considerably.
Fei Xing took a deep breath. As he had the day before, he took a clean cloth and carefully wiped Yu Shuang's body, then dressed her. Her body seemed to have become much more sensitive; when he was wiping her lower parts and her breasts, she moaned unconsciously several times, stirring Fei Xing's desire even more. He quickly finished and returned to his room.
...
The next day, morning.
A night of sword-sense introspection had stabilized another third of her sword essence and immortal qi.
Yu Shuang opened her eyes, her expression quickly shifting from indifference to shock.
This time, she didn't even need to check. The moment her consciousness returned to her body, she felt discomfort in her lower body.
Untying the sash at her waist and removing her underpants, a patch of moisture, several times larger than yesterday's, was glaringly obvious, almost painful to see.
She reached down to touch her sex, and the jolt of pleasurable stimulation made her tremble all over, nearly crying out.
Her eyes narrowed, filled with disbelief.
She could still find some excuse for yesterday's incident. But today's situation... she truly didn't know what to do.
There isn't a single trace of lust in my mind, so why has my body become so... insatiably hungry?
As she puzzled over this, Fei Xing's face appeared in her mind.
A person's physical body and consciousness are normally inseparable, intimately connected.
While a cultivator can use their strong will to endure physical sensations; for instance, enduring the pain from certain cultivation techniques to maintain a clear mind and continue their practice; it is impossible to be completely unaffected.
So, when Yu Shuang thought of Fei Xing's face, her mind, which had been free of lust, subconsciously gave rise to a different kind of thought because of the changes in her body.
It was only a trace, and it lasted only for an instant, because the next moment, Yu Shuang erased it.
But even that momentary trace was something Yu Shuang could not tolerate or accept.
She spread out her immortal sense and perceived that Fei Xing was not outside her door, but still asleep in his own room. So she went out, summoned a crane, and flew towards the sect's main grounds.
Within the Lingsu Sword Sect, there was a place called the Three Frost Sword Spring. Its waters could cleanse the heart of distracting thoughts, intended for use by new disciples, those with unsteady wills, or those with cluttered minds. But today, Yu Shuang felt she needed to soak in it again herself.
...
By the time Fei Xing awoke, it was already noon. He woke with a raging erection, which only subsided after he melted some snow to wash himself.
Ever since that flower bloomed two days ago, the desire in his heart had grown stronger day by day. Now, he was even feeling restless during the day, so he had to read more books to distract himself.
Meanwhile, at the Three Frost Sword Spring in the Lingsu Sword Sect, a rare guest had arrived.
A few young sword cultivators gathered on one side of the spring, occasionally glancing at the graceful figure on the other side.
The Frost Spring was exceptionally cold. For these junior disciples at the 'Opening Awareness' and 'Observing Heart' stages, half an hour in the water was their limit. However, that person had been soaking for an entire morning.
They kept their distance because she was several generations their senior. Her reputation within the sect was thunderous; she was a pillar of the sect, the sword cultivator with the highest cultivation level, well-known in the surrounding immortal islands, and a strong candidate for the next sect leader.
But why would she come to the Three Frost Sword Spring?
The young juniors didn't dare to speculate, silently closing their eyes to focus their minds.
"Huu~"
With a light exhalation like an orchid's breath, Yu Shuang emerged from the water as gracefully as rain returning to the sky. A flash of sword-qi evaporated the remaining moisture from her body.
The morning of ice-cold cleansing had been quite effective. She opened her crescent moon like eyes, her gaze as still as an ancient well, impossible to stir.
"Martial Aunt Yu Shuang!"
A clear voice rang out, like the morning song of a kingfisher.
Her hair was tied in a hanging knot, her round eyes sparkling with spirit.
She wore a grass-green thin shirt with jade bells and a pear-white silk skirt tied with a red ribbon.
This graceful young woman was named Yang Chun. She was the sect master's personal disciple. In terms of seniority, she was actually of the same generation as Yu Shuang, so calling her "elder sister" would have been appropriate. But Yang Chun insisted on calling everyone of Yu Shuang's generation "Martial Aunt."
The reason went back to when the sect master had accepted her as a disciple. Many of Yu Shuang's generation had been present at that time. Yang Chun had said, "If I call her 'elder sister,' won't that make me seem old?"
Because of this remark, many of Yu Shuang's generation, though they said nothing to her face, disliked her behind her back. This included Master Dan Feng.
"Oh, you came back the other day when I wasn't here. It's good you're back now, saves me the trouble of looking for you!"
"What is it?"
"While you were away with Martial Aunts Dan Feng and Guang Sha to eliminate demons, more people came looking for you! There was Master Duan Bu from the Shuitian Sword Sect, Master He Kai from the Canyang Immortal Gate, Master Li Guang from Fengxia Mountain, Elder Qi Mu from the Longyin Immortal Gate, and also..."
Yang Chun counted on her fingers, reciting the names as if she were reading a menu.
Yu Shuang said softly with her eyes closed, "Pay them no mind."
"This batch is different from the previous ones," Yang Chun said earnestly. "They all say they want to exchange pointers or discuss the Dao with you."
Because the Lingsu Sword Sect was composed entirely of women, it was quite famous in the nearby immortal domains. Therefore, people often used the pretext of "discussing the Dao" to invite the sect's members out for excursions.
Yu Shuang had reached the Nascent Soul stage at a young age. After she represented her sect at a few immortal gatherings, her fame spread throughout the surrounding domains, and people came to seek her out one after another.
Yu Shuang didn't care what their true intentions were; she had never agreed to a single one.
We are cultivators of the sword. We need only to purify our six senses and communicate with heaven and earth. We are not like those Daoist cultivators who need to understand principles through debate. Why would we need to "discuss the Dao" with others?
"But..."
Yang Chun leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "That Elder Qi Mu from the Longyin Immortal Gate is said to be very close to the Donghuang Immortal Gate. This is already his third time coming in person. If we don't give him a reply, won't it look bad? Besides, that elder is so dashing and heroic, with a noble bearing, and his words are so sincere. Martial Aunt, why must you be so cold to him?"
"Then you can go in my place."
"Huh!"
Yang Chun wanted to say more, but Yu Shuang had already turned and left.
"What do you mean go in your place!"
She stuck her tongue out at Yu Shuang's retreating figure and sighed helplessly.
A moment later, her gaze swept over the silent junior disciples. Playing with her hair, she murmured to herself:
"Hmm, what other fun things are there to do..."
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