Chapter 4
A faint, elegant fragrance filled the hut, and a hazy current of energy seemed to be enveloping Yu Shuang.
Is it wrong to disturb someone's sweet dreams?
The thought flitted through Fei Xing's mind, but he had no time for such trivialities. He called out softly:
"Master."
Silence.
Fei Xing drew closer. Yu Shuang's aloof, cold, and beautiful face filled his vision; he could even see her two long, slender eyelashes with perfect clarity.
"Master?"
He called again, but Yu Shuang remained motionless.
A faint, subtle fragrance drifted into Fei Xing's nostrils, and he felt something churning within him.
Am I about to have some kind of attack?
Fei Xing hesitated for a moment, then reached his hand out toward Yu Shuang's shoulder.
The energy current swirling around Yu Shuang automatically parted to make way for his palm.
Fei Xing's hand landed on Yu Shuang's shoulder, and he gave it a gentle shake.
Still, Yu Shuang did not react.
A soft, tender sensation spread from his fingertips. Fei Xing felt the force within him surge even more violently and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
But this retreat seemed to have provoked the greed and hunger of that power!
The light on Fei Xing's chest began to flash more and more frequently, and a blood-red pattern gradually emerged on the surface of his skin.
In the next moment, the shape of the light abruptly changed, from a flower bud into a blooming red flower!
At the same time, a wicked thought arose from the depths of Fei Xing's heart!
Conquer, control!
I want her to bow to me, to obey my every command, to become a puppet that dances only in the palm of my hand!
And then Immortal Dan Feng, Immortal Guang Cha... the Lingxu Sword Sect... the Carefree Sea…
The entire world!
This was an incredibly pure desire for conquest, a longing to control everything in the world and to stand at the very pinnacle of all creation!
That's right, the Drunken Immortal's Passion Flower, which the evil demon of lust had spent immense energy and a great price to refine, was now inside Fei Xing's body. This desire for conquest came from it!
This supreme treasure, born from the spiritual light of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon, had lain dormant for a hundred days after finding its favored host. Finally, it could bear it no longer and was impatient to unleash its power.
Fei Xing knew nothing of this. The immense desire was sweeping through his consciousness like a violent storm!
Looking at Master Yu Shuang on the bed, Fei Xing didn't know why he was suddenly having such thoughts. But the more he tried to cast the wicked thought from his mind, the more it grew, and soon it almost completely occupied his heart!
Fei Xing gritted his silver teeth, his eyes bloodshot, the veins on his forehead bulging and his muscles stretched. His fair complexion was now tinged with purple, and the nails of his arms, which were wrapped around himself, were digging deep into his flesh.
He was fighting a desperate battle with the wicked thought that had suddenly arisen in his heart using his own willpower!
No matter how turbulent the desire for conquest in his heart was, he always restrained himself and did not take a single step closer to Master Yu Shuang.
He didn't know how long it had been before the wicked thought finally began to subside.
"Huu!"
Fei Xing gasped for breath before sitting and leaning against the wall.
The white robe on his back was now soaked with sweat. There were traces of blood on his fingertips. His disheveled black hair was sticking to his cheeks, and his face was pallid, alternating between red and white. His appearance looked weak and sickly.
It's finally over.
What on earth happened?
The light on his chest had disappeared now. He stood up, looking at Master Yu Shuang, who was as serene as ever a few meters away. He didn't dare to approach her again, fearing that the desire from before would return.
I should just go back to my room for now. I'll come back and ask her when she wakes up tomorrow morning.
Thinking this, Fei Xing walked towards the door.
The snowy scene outside the window flashed past his eyes, and Fei Xing felt a bit dizzy.
He raised his hand, reaching for the door.
However, his hand did not land on the door.
A smooth, soft sensation came from his palm. Fei Xing snapped back to his senses and looked closely—
He was standing by Master Yu Shuang's window, and what he was holding was actually Master Yu Shuang's wrist, which was resting on her lower abdomen!
Fei Xing's eyes widened. A different kind of desire, one that was difficult to articulate and distinct from the earlier desire for conquest, began to surface.
Feeling the blood in his body churning, Fei Xing looked down and saw that the loose white robe below his waist was being pushed up high!
No one had ever explained the matters between men and women to him in detail. He had only gained a certain understanding from a brief introduction to dual cultivation, and from what he had read in books, he had a vague concept of the differences between men and women, as well as of chastity and virginity.
However, the Fei Xing of a hundred days ago was still a blank slate. Although three months had added many strokes to that slate, Fei Xing's temperament and mindset were ultimately not that of an ordinary eighteen-year-old youth.
He only vaguely knew that his current desire was related to the union of yin and yang; that is, the matter between a man and a woman.
For mortals, this was a matter of pleasure and procreation; for cultivators, it was a method of cultivation.
Regardless, it was a major event for both parties. If it were to happen, it should be with mutual affection and the consent of both.
Fei Xing had no exposure to matters of emotion and love, so naturally, he didn't understand them. But he remembered the part about mutual consent.
But right now, Master Yu Shuang clearly had not given her consent.
After failing to shake Fei Xing's will with its violent desire for conquest, the Drunken Immortal Passion Flower changed its tactic.
If the hard way didn't work, it would try the soft way, focusing on a gradual approach.
It continuously stirred Fei Xing's lust, wanting to use his lust to destroy his reason. This was, in itself, one of the abilities of the Drunken Immortal Passion Flower. It's just that no one had expected that the first time it would use this ability would be on its own favored host.
As it happened, Fei Xing's understanding in this area was incomplete.
It feels so awful…
His face flushed red. Although the current feeling wasn't like the previous one of a small boat in a great tide, it was as if ants were crawling in his heart, which was even more unbearable!
This kind of torment was a different dimension of torture.
If this went on, Fei Xing's reason would soon collapse. If he couldn't find a way to suppress this desire, and if Master Yu Shuang didn't wake up, it was hard to say how far things would go.
Most likely, it would be the final step.
At the critical moment, a sentence he had read in a book suddenly surfaced in Fei Xing's mind.
It is better to guide than to block, and better to channel than to guide.
Fei Xing looked at Master Yu Shuang's face on the bed, his eyes struggling with indecision
Outside the hut, snowflakes drifted, and everything was silent.
Inside the hut, the lamp light was dim, and the candle's shadow flickered.
If he followed the method described in the book and only did a little bit, could it relieve his own desire?
Amidst his low breathing, Fei Xing's fingertips pressed slightly, gripping the fair, slender wrist.
He pulled Master Yu Shuang's arm, moving it slowly to the edge of the bed.
Then, his fingertips landed on the silk sash at Master Yu Shuang's waist.
A gentle pull.
The lamp light swayed and the white robe scattered. The stars held their gaze and the bright moon trembled.
The falling snow could not compare to her swan-like neck; pearls and jade could not match her exquisite shoulders.
Her slender waist could make fish in the water sink; her beautiful breasts could make birds in the sky fall.
As he untied the white robe, Master Yu Shuang's naked body was revealed to Fei Xing's eyes.
She wore no under-bodice underneath. Inside, there was only a pair of underpants made of ice-silkworm silk.
Her slender waist, without a trace of excess fat, had several distinct muscle lines, expanding and contracting with her breathing.
Two full, jade-like perky breasts, still trembled slightly after being freed from the confines of her clothes.
Two touches of crimson adorned the peaks, like tempting cherries that made one's mouth water just by looking at them.
Fei Xing stared blankly at the peerless beauty before him, his Adam's apple bobbing. Subconsciously, he reached his palm out towards that full softness.
Master Yu Shuang's spiritual consciousness was still submerged in the sea of conciousness within her own body.
For a cultivator of her realm, her physical body was long since impervious to blades and spears; the finest mortal steel could not harm her in the slightest.
Besides the eight directions of the island, she had also secretly set up restrictions around her hut and Fei Xing's small room, preventing ordinary birds and beasts from approaching.
As long as a living being carrying immortal energy approached, she would immediately perceive it and awaken instantly, even while in a state of internal Sword Sense Introspection.
In other words, if someone did not carry immortal energy, she would be unable to perceive them while in her state of internal Sword Sense Introspection.
Therefore, she was completely unaware of Fei Xing's actions at this moment.
Fei Xing's palm hovered above the two fragrant mounds. His hand opened and closed several times. After an intense internal struggle, it finally descended.
An indescribably warm and soft sensation enveloped his palm, like a magnet that firmly held his hand in place. He didn't dare to use force, afraid of hurting this soft treasure.
A faint pink mist emanated from his body, slowly enveloping the two of them.
After gently kneading it for a while, he glanced at Master Yu Shuang's face.
Master's expression had not changed.
And the desire within him seemed to have found an outlet. His strained will immediately relaxed considerably.
Just a little more... just a little more...
Although Fei Xing's expression was calm at this moment, his reason was still fiercely battling his own lust. His reason still remained firmly in control, so he was cautious and gentle.
Fei Xing's gaze fell on the crimson buds at the peaks of her breasts. He then slowly bent down, opened his mouth, and extended his tongue, lightly touching one of the crimson tips.
The tip of his tongue gently moistened Master Yu Shuang's nipple, sliding nimbly around the areola like a water snake. Then his lips closed, taking the soft nipple into his mouth, and he began to suckle gently and slowly, as if by instinct.
He would sometimes curl his tongue, wrapping Master Yu Shuang's nipple and moving it back and forth between his lips and teeth, and sometimes press the nipple against his upper palate and slide it left and right.
At the same time, his other hand cupped the other breast. The soft flesh overflowed from between his fingers. After kneading for a moment, his thumb and forefinger landed on the crimson nipple of that side. The two fingers pinched the nipple, gently rolling and rubbing it—
Hm?
Under his stimulation, Master Yu Shuang's beautiful body began to change slightly.
Fei Xing felt the nipple in his mouth had swelled by a third. He glanced sideways; the nipple between his fingers was no longer a small, round bud but was now almost cylindrical in shape. Its color was also much more vivid and full, and it had gained a darker shade.
The books he had read on dual cultivation had mentioned foreplay between men and women, but because it was only touched upon briefly, Fei Xing had not learned much. His playing with these two peaks could be said to be no different from a newborn baby suckling. It all came from nature and instinct.
Fei Xing was puzzled, but his actions did not stop.
Just as he was thinking, Master Yu Shuang beneath him suddenly trembled.
Although the movement was small, it still startled Fei Xing.
Have I hurt Master?
The moment this thought appeared, he immediately stopped his movements and got up to look at Master Yu Shuang.
At this moment, Master Yu Shuang's two tightly closed cherry lips had slightly parted, and her breathing had become heavier.
A layer of pink had been added to her snow-white skin, especially on her cheeks and neck. The coldness between her brows and eyes had naturally vanished by more than half, and Fei Xing could even feel a bewitching charm in her that made his heart tremble.
This is…
What's going on?
His lack of knowledge made it impossible for him to understand the changes happening to Master Yu Shuang's body.
And just then, the thin mist enveloping the two of them, along with the flower-shaped light on Fei Xing's chest, disappeared.
Although the erection below his waist, symbolizing the desire in his heart, had not disappeared, it was no longer as unbearable as before.
He had not yet embarked on the path of immortality, so he was insufficient for the Drunken Immortal Passion Flower, which had not yet recognized him as its master, to exert its effects for a long period. This caused the Drunken Immortal Passion Flower to fall into a dormant state.
Fei Xing was afraid of hurting Master Yu Shuang out of ignorance. The remaining desire in his body, without the flower's provocation, was naturally no match for his steadfast will.
And so he stopped. He took a piece of clean silk, fetched water, and carefully and meticulously wiped Master Yu Shuang's body clean. Then, he re-dressed and tied her robes.
Walking out of Yu Shuang's hut, Fei Xing looked at the vast, flying snow. He stretched out his hand, and snowflakes landed on his palm, piling up, unable to melt.
Returning to his small room, Fei Xing sat on the edge of the bed. The erection below his waist had disappeared, but his mood remained dejected.
Master had said I'm not yet immune to all diseases. Am I sick now?
Fei Xing thought calmly.
I still need to ask the Master about this tomorrow. I also have to tell her about tonight... I wonder if she will be angry.
The simple and ignorant Fei Xing did not yet know how serious his actions were; he was just thinking this with an honest attitude.
What should I do if this sickness flares up again later?
His gaze fell on the pile of books nearby. Among them, some books were thin, some were thick; some were no bigger than two palms, while others were nearly the size of a pillow.
He sorted them by thickness and size, stacking them into a wall of books.
Fei Xing got out of bed and went to the book wall, beginning to search through them.
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