Within an elegant abode built against the mountainside, partially hidden by a cascading waterfall that flowed into a serene lake below, an air of both luxury and mystery lingered. Amidst the dim glow of lanterns and the soft scent of sandalwood, two figures were entwined, utterly lost in each other as time slipped away like sand through an hourglass.
Fang Lee and Fang Xiu surrendered to their passion, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, oblivious to the world beyond their embrace.
Suddenly, Fang Lee flipped Fang Xiu onto her hands and knees on the bed. She gasped in surprise and excitement as he entered her from behind in one swift motion.
"Ah!" she cried out.
Fang Lee began moving with powerful thrusts, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
"You feel so good," he growled low in his throat.
Fang Xiu could only moan in response, her body arching to meet his. She felt like a puppet being controlled by the most skilled of masters as they moved together in perfect sync.
Their bodies slapped together in a rhythm that was both primal and beautiful.
"Lee!" Fang Xiu cried out.
"Shower me in your essence," Fang Lee commanded.
And with one final thrust
Fang Xiu's body convulsed as she obeyed his command, her inner muscles clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed over her. Fang Lee followed soon after with a low groan, spilling himself inside her.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, chests rising and falling in sync as their breaths remained uneven.
Fang Xiu turned her head, eyes smoldering with an unquenched hunger. Yet, instead of indulging her silent invitation, Fang Lee let his spiritual sense wash over her, his gaze steady and contemplative.
A low chuckle escaped his lips as he brushed away the damp strands of hair clinging to her flushed skin. "Your cultivation has improved."
Fang Xiu's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Thanks to you."
Fang Lee smirked and pulled Fang Xiu into a deep kiss, his lips capturing hers with a slow, deliberate hunger.
A soft sigh escaped her as she melted against him, her body still thrumming with the remnants of their shared pleasure. Yet, beneath the lingering warmth, she could already feel his desire reigniting, a familiar heat stirring between them.
"Mmm…" she murmured against his lips, amusement laced in her voice. "You really are insatiable."
Fang Lee chuckled, his breath warm against her skin. "Should I stop, then?" he teased, though the look in her eyes told him he already knew the answer.
Fang Xiu pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "I never said anything about stopping."
Her hand drifted downward, fingers wrapping around his hardening length once more.
"In fact," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, "I was thinking we could try something new this time."
"Oh? Like what?" Fang Lee asked with a bit of intrigue.
Fang Xiu's hand moved slowly, teasingly up and down Fang Lee's shaft. Have you ever heard of the 'Nine Heavenly Bends'? she asked innocently.
"What?" Fang Lee asked with a raised eyebrow.
Fang Xiu chuckled softly at his confusion. "It's a technique, dear cousin," she explained, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "One that requires... flexibility."
"Oh~ now you've got my attention~" A lustful smile appeared as he hugged her tightly.
Fang Xiu grinned wickedly at Fang Lee's reaction.
"Then let's keep your attention and begin; after all, showing is much better than telling," she purred as she pointed towards the bedside table, before a set of silken ropes flew out of the drawer.
"But don't worry," she said with an amused smile, "I promise not to tie you up too tightly."
Fang Lee's smirk faltered as he watched the silken ropes coil in the air. In an instant, he pushed Fang Xiu back, creating space between them, and swiftly rolled off the bed. His bare feet hit the floor with a quiet thud as he straightened, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
"Yeah, no," he said, shaking his head. "I didn't think you were going in that direction."
Suddenly that shock was what it took to awaken fragments of his altered memories: he remembered Lian Xue, their fight, her fury and it's suicidal climax before they brokethrough with Twin Foundation Establishment; he then fought through the tribulation....
But that's where his current differed, no it wasn't at that point that it changed but much earlier—
....
"Look at where your foolishness has gotten you," Fang Lee said coldly, his gaze unwavering. His voice was edged with disdain, each word striking like a blade.
"Tell me, did you feel hurt because I slept with another woman? If so, then you are even less worthy of being my future wife."
His tone was sharp, merciless.
"Meng—that maid meant nothing to me. Though I may have used her, it was merely a result of my sudden Qi deviation, nothing more than a fleeting moment of weakness."
As he spoke, his hovering Qi sword, once poised dangerously close to Lian Xue's head, drifted away, its golden glow dimming slightly.
"Do with that knowledge as you wish," Fang Lee said, his voice devoid of emotion, as lies slipped effortlessly from his lips, smooth as silk yet sharp as a dagger.
With deliberate slowness, he lifted his foot from Lian Xue's chest, granting her a moment to breathe—but not a shred of dignity.
He turned, his sharp gaze sweeping over the room, surveying the destruction left in the wake of their battle. Scorch marks marred the walls, shattered wood lay strewn across the floor, and the very air still crackled with residual heat. The scent of burnt flesh and splintered timber lingered, the only evidence of the brutal exchange that had just taken place.
Then he noticed it—a jagged hole torn through the far wall. His eyes narrowed.
Meng had escaped.
At some point during his fight with Lian Xue, the panicked maid had seized her chance—tearing through the far wall and vanishing into the night. A bold move, but not unexpected.
Hmm?
Fang Lee exhaled, tilting his head slightly.
"What should I do now?" he mused, a flicker of boredom creeping in as the adrenaline of battle faded. His gaze drifted back to Lian Xue, who was slowly pushing herself up, her breath still ragged.
Her robes—scorched and tattered—clung to her frame, parts of the fabric singed away to reveal glimpses of bare, sweat-slicked skin beneath.
A smirk curled at the corner of his lips.
"It seems…" he murmured, stretching lazily, "that I'm having another wave of Qi deviation. And thanks to you, Meng has already run away~"
Despite the lingering pain from his burns, his once-limp desire now stood proudly, betraying a very different kind of hunger.