All characters in this novel are adults!
[Leave your brain here]
[No more nonsense, let's get started]
Premise: All female leads have Cinnabar Moles, and the male lead uses any means necessary for his cultivation.
[Beautiful Master Collection Point]
Hehuan Sect, Mandarin Duck Peak.
This place is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, and flowers bloom on the Peak throughout all four seasons.
At this moment, deep within the palace of the Immortal Cave on the Peak, the Spirit Gathering Array, based on Top-Grade Spirit Stones, outlined complex and mysterious patterns.
In the center of the array eye, Xia Qinghe sat cross-legged, her plain white dress spreading out like a lotus, with rosy light flowing around her body.
She was currently breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.
That face—even with her eyes closed in concentration, it was still breathtakingly beautiful.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her lashes long and thick, her nose delicate and upright, and her black hair fell like a waterfall, tied loosely with only a white jade hairpin, with a few stray strands hanging down her neck.
Moreover, she was a top-tier beauty, the kind where one couldn't see their own toes when looking down.
Her spiritual power surged through her Meridians like a river, repeatedly striking that invisible barrier.
The Golden Core rotated at high speed within her Dantian, fine cracks appearing on its surface—not a sign of shattering, but a precursor to transformation.
The Nascent Soul was about to be born.
However, at the very moment her spiritual power reached its Peak and she should have had a Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage—
"Pfft—!"
Xia Qinghe's mouth suddenly opened, and a spray of blood splattered out!
Her rosy lips turned deathly pale.
What was even more terrifying was a cold and sinister aura surging up from deep within her Dantian!
That aura was bone-chilling, sweeping through her entire body like a venomous snake.
It violently tore at her Meridians; wherever it passed, her spiritual power dissipated, and her Dao foundation was shaken.
Xia Qinghe felt a sense of emptiness spreading throughout her body.
"Ugh..."
She let out a muffled groan, her body trembling violently, her long, jade-like fingers clawing hard into the Spirit Stones on the ground.
Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, sliding down her pale, smooth cheeks and dripping into the depths of her slightly open collar.
Her plain white dress was soaked with cold sweat, clinging to her exquisitely curved body and outlining her undulating Peaks.
"This... what's going on?" she panted, her chest heaving violently, those full Peaks trembling along with it.
"The Yudian Dual Cultivation Great Law clearly..."
But at this moment, the cold emptiness within her body and the restless urge to be filled were clearly a spiritual power backlash caused by a flaw in the Cultivation Technique!
"Master?"
A clear voice echoed in the silent Immortal Cave.
Xia Qinghe was startled and suddenly looked up!
At the entrance of the Immortal Cave, a figure had leaned against it at some unknown time.
Gu Yanchen.
Her only Personal Disciple.
His posture was as upright as a pine tree, and he wore the red Daoist robe of a Hehuan Sect Inner Sect Disciple loosely over his body.
Right now, he was admiring her disheveled appearance with great interest.
"Yo," Gu Yanchen strolled in slowly.
He stopped three paces away from her, tilted his head slightly, and his gaze swept over her blood-stained collar, her slightly trembling snow-white shoulders, and finally her long, jade-like legs.
Those long legs were straight and slender, with skin so fine that not a single pore could be seen.
Now, due to the spiritual power disorder, they were flushed with an enticing pink hue; the lines from her ankles to her calves were smooth and graceful, the arch of her feet was perfectly curved, and her ten toes were as round and lovely as pearls.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Gu Yanchen clicked his tongue softly, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Looking at your disordered aura and dissipating spiritual power, Master... could it be that the Yudian Dual Cultivation Great Law has backlashed?"
Her whole body shook.
"You... how do you know about this Cultivation Technique?!"
The Yudian Dual Cultivation Great Law can only be read by the Peak Masters! He is just a Foundation Establishment Stage Disciple, how could he know?!
"How do I know?"
He took a step closer.
"Master, why don't you guess?"
A massive wave rose in Xia Qinghe's heart!
She stared intently at the handsome yet wicked face before her, countless thoughts flashing through her mind.
Stunned in place, she really couldn't figure it out.
"Why bother wasting your energy thinking, Master?" Gu Yanchen stepped closer again, the distance between them now less than an arm's length.
"The name of this technique contains the words 'Dual Cultivation.' Could it be that you were truly naive enough to think, Master... that it could be Cultivated alone?"
At this moment, Xia Qinghe stared at Gu Yanchen, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.
Her Master had clearly said that if one person Cultivated this technique, the progress would just be slightly slower and the power slightly reduced; she never mentioned there would be a backlash!
Gu Yanchen was relentless, his gaze roaming over her body without restraint.
"Master, as an Elder of the Hehuan Sect, your appearance is unparalleled in Lingxiao, and your figure is even more..."
He paused, his tongue lightly licking his lower lip.
"Yet you don't even have a Dao Companion, nor do you use Dual Cultivation to increase your cultivation. Instead, you've remained chaste for a hundred years... If this gets out, what will others think?"
"Will they think you are noble and self-disciplined? No," he leaned down, whispering into her ear, his warm breath fanning across her sensitive earlobe.
"They will think you are... wasting a heavenly gift. They won't be able to help 'fantasizing' about you, wanting to see what such a beauty would look like when she is being pleasured."
"How about we don't let the fertile water flow into someone else's field? Let your Disciple be your Dao Companion and let me... take good care of you."
"Shut up!" Xia Qinghe was both ashamed and angry. A sickly blush finally appeared on her pale face, spreading all the way to her ears and the side of her neck.
"You Rebellious Disciple! Do you intend to defy your superior?! Get out! Immediately! Otherwise... don't blame me for clearing the sect of you!"
"Clearing the sect?" Gu Yanchen let out a low, pleasant chuckle, but his footsteps didn't stop at all.
One step, two steps.
He walked up to her and looked down at her as she curled up on the ground, his shadow completely enveloping her.
"Oh, oh, oh, your Disciple is so scared..." He feigned terror, but the smile in his eyes grew even wider.
"Master, why don't you try clearing me out right now?"
"Rebellious Disciple! Die!" she shouted sharply, subconsciously forming hand seals.
"Sword, come—!"
But there was no reaction. The Natal Divine Sword that was connected to her mind didn't respond at all!
Filled with shock and anger, she gathered the remaining strength of her Physical Body and struck a palm hard against Gu Yanchen's chest!
After the backlash, she was now just a Mortal without any cultivation. How could she compete with Gu Yanchen, who was at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage?
"Bang!"
Gu Yanchen didn't dodge. The spiritual power in his body automatically protected him, easily reflecting Xia Qinghe's weak palm strike!
"Ugh!" Xia Qinghe let out a muffled groan as a great force surged toward her. Her delicate body shook violently, her steps faltered, and she was actually knocked back to sit on the cold jade steps, her plain white dress spreading out.
The ties of her undergarment loosened significantly from the shock, revealing a large area of snow-white skin and a deep Secret Realm.
Seeing this.
Gu Yanchen had already closed in!
There was only a hair's breadth between them.
"Master, you are truly beautiful..." he murmured, his gaze greedily tracing her features before finally settling on her "lips."
He slowly squatted down to look her in the eye.
Xia Qinghe felt cold all over. All her strength had been exhausted in her failed attempt to gather spiritual power.
She curled backward weakly, her spine pressed hard against the cold cave wall, with no way to retreat!
Looking at the naked possessiveness in Gu Yanchen's eyes and recalling his previous words, a terrifying thought exploded in her mind!
"Rebellious Disciple! What... what do you want to do?!"
"What do I want to do?" Gu Yanchen repeated softly, then suddenly reached out—
His slender fingers gently pinched Xia Qinghe's small and delicate chin, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes.
At this moment, she trembled all over.
"Could it be that someone as clever as you, Master, still can't guess it at this moment?"
Xia Qinghe's pupils trembled, and her lips quivered, but she couldn't make a sound.
"Master, the backlash of the Yudian Dual Cultivation Great Law needs to be channeled with the most Yang spiritual power; only through the fusion of Yin and Yang can it be resolved. If you try to endure it alone, your Meridians will shatter and your Dao foundation will collapse."
He leaned in closer, his nose almost touching hers.
"Let your Disciple... relieve you of this suffering of backlash."
"Rebellious... Rebellious Disciple, how dare you?!"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
Gu Yanchen chuckled, raising his other hand. His fingertips lightly brushed through her messy hair, tucking the strand of black hair dampened by sweat behind her ear.
"Master, you taught me—'In the cultivation world, the weak are prey to the strong.' Today you are the meat on the chopping block, and I am the butcher... Please be a bit more obedient, Master, otherwise don't blame me for not knowing how to be gentle."
The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly picked her up in a princess carry!
"Ah—!" Xia Qinghe cried out, instinctively struggling.
However, in her weakened state, her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree in Gu Yanchen's arms.
Holding her, he strode toward the bed covered in soft silk deep inside the Immortal Cave.
Xia Qinghe was gently placed on the bed.
Gu Yanchen looked down at her with a cold smile on his lips and slowly squatted down.
He reached out and gently stroked Xia Qinghe's bare feet exposed outside her skirt.
From her slender ankles to her smooth insteps, he finally grasped her delicate toes.
A fine and smooth sensation came from his fingertips, as cool and gentle as jade, yet it ignited an even more intense fire in his heart.
"Master's jade feet are indeed as smooth as congealed fat... This feeling..."
As he spoke, he slowly pulled open her already loose garment ties. Her plain white dress fell away layer by layer like petals, leaving only her bellyband.
Xia Qinghe trembled all over, provoked by his frivolous actions and words, feeling utterly ashamed and indignant.
Where their skin touched, it felt as if an electric current was passing through, making her whole body go limp.
"You... what do you want to do?" She bit her lower lip and used all her strength to try and push herself back on the ground, attempting to distance herself from this terrifying Rebellious Disciple.
But with her movement, the bellyband fell right off.
The corners of Gu Yanchen's mouth curled up, his eyes constantly roaming over Xia Qinghe's body.
She covered her chest with both hands and shouted angrily.
"Rebellious Disciple! Don't come over here!"
"Hehe, my dear Master, now that you are just a Mortal, you cannot escape from my grasp."
Gu Yanchen curled his index finger. "Be obedient, Master, and come here quickly. You wouldn't want me to use spiritual power, would you?"
With the atmosphere like this, it would be a lie to say she wasn't panicking. She also understood what Gu Yanchen wanted to do, but there was no way out. She knew she was no different from a Mortal now, while this Rebellious Disciple had a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation.
If she went against him, the outcome would probably be... So Xia Qinghe could only bite her lower lip and shamefully, slowly, inch by inch, move toward Gu Yanchen.
With the atmosphere like this, it would be a lie to say she wasn't panicking. She also understood what Gu Yanchen wanted to do, but there was no way out.
Under the bluish-white spiritual light, the cold Master in snow-white clothes now had a jade-like face flushed with a rosy hue, her red lips tightly pursed, as she glared at the young man pressing closer with a mix of shame and anger.
Gu Yanchen hesitated no longer. He leaned down, his strong arm wrapping around her waist, and pressed her into the softness... "Mmm..."
Xia Qinghe closed her eyes and turned her head, burying her burning cheek deep into the cool, soft pillow.
Those two long, jade-like legs began to kick restlessly again, attempting a final struggle.
"Master, if you move again, I'll add another two hours."
Gu Yanchen's low voice sounded in her ear, carrying a warning.
Those restless jade legs instantly froze and then hung down weakly.
"Then... then you... you can't use spiritual power." She kept her eyes closed, her voice carrying a final trace of stubbornness.
Gu Yanchen looked at her shy and timid appearance—her eyelashes trembling slightly, her red lips a bit swollen.
He spoke no more and leaned down directly, kissing the cherry lips he had long coveted.
"Mmph...!"
Struggling, whimpering, and then a long descent into oblivion...