Yang Wei and Mu Lin reclined on the bed, the white sheets sticking to them from their passionate endeavors.
There were other drenched spots on the sheets.
These were as a result of her arousal— her wet pure blossom had sprouted several times.
Between heavy breaths, Yang Wei murmured, "That was surprisingly draining..."
He wasn't yet accustomed to his dual cultivation physique, so he felt spiritually exhausted.
His gaze shifted to Mu Lin.
"We're already in the seventh stage; are you sure you want to take it all the way to the eighth stage? Before we dual-cultivated, I was just in the initial stages of the Mortal Realm, but now it feels like I'll be able to break through to the Second Level of the Mortal Realm before nightfall."
Dual Cultivation States— that is the seventh stage.
It explores different, more intimate sexual positions of dual cultivation, each with unique benefits, like heightened spiritual awareness, improved cultivation speed, and increased resilience.
Mu Lin, lost in her sensations, barely registered his words.
Her panting drowned out his concerns.
Her brown eyes transformed to a captivating blue, ignited by the Yin energy coursing through her.
With an emotionally heated mix of satisfaction and desire, she gasped, "I want more, Yang Wei~~ I can feel myself entering the Seventh Level of Spirit Gathering Realm."
Normally, she'd have referred to him in a more formal sense, calling him "Junior Brother" or maybe "Brother Yang." But now she was at the edge of lust, where identity didn't matter, nor did their professional status in this dual cultivation. All she wanted was for her body to feel good and for her to climb to a higher level in her cultivation base. And the only way to do that was for Yang Wei to touch her even more— to her, only that mattered at that point.
Yang Wei, cautious and aware, responded, "To reach that level, normal cultivation is the path. A complete breakthrough requires the eighth stage."
The eight stage was Ascension Through Unity.
He didn't want her impulsive desire to lead her astray.
Undeterred, Mu Lin, in her heightened state, pleaded with ragged breaths, "I need it, Yang Wei. The Eighth Stage~~"
Yang Wei insisted, "But it's through intimacy. It's not just about the act; it's a spiritual catalyst. A unity unlocking higher realms. Are you sure?"
What am I even saying? Of course she's not sure...
Realizing the significance, he knew her judgment was clouded by desire.
"You need to be sure, Mu Lin. I've read enough about the eight stage to know it's a commitment, especially for a virgin. I won't deflower you without your certainty."
Mu Lin hesitated, leaving her answer unspoken.
She looked a little uncertain.
However, the uncertainty quickly vanished, replaced by a lewd gaze, and she pulled Yang Wei into her soft embrace.
With an erotic tone, she urged him.
"If it's commitment, show me. Haven't you been enjoying my body so far? So~ what's the difference between that and sticking it inside me to sex me up~~"
Crawling her lips along Yang Wei's nape, she moaned.
"Ahnnn~~"
Her heated breath, accompanied by her wet and soft tongue, traced a tantalizing path from his earlobe to his collarbone. Though familiar with the ticklish sensation, Yang Wei's spine couldn't help but shiver.
He wanted all this.
Truly, Yang Wei wanted Mu Lin's body, not once had a beautiful woman wanted to join him in bed and he told them no.
So, how can he dare say no to Mu Lin, jade-likea beauty.
You must control yourself, Yang Wei...
He should've been able to tell her no.
After all, he'd lived for many centuries, so he had experience, enough that he could withstand temptation or lustful desires.
However, much like Mu Lin, they both weren't in the right state of mind.
The aphrodisiac effect of Yang Wei's Yin energy had poisoned their minds, making them more sex-driven.
But unlike Mu Lin, Yang Wei was still capable of pure thoughts.
As for Mu Lin, her mind was rotten; all she could think of was sex and getting stronger through sex.
Tightly embracing Mu Lin, Yang Wei felt the shape of her breasts pushing back against his muscular chest.
Her hands roamed his back, caressing as if mapping the contours of his backbone and shoulder ridge.
Every touch of her hands exploring his back muscles, the way they felt against her body and breasts, stirred a wild excitement in Mu Lin.
Pressing her lower body against him, she wrapped her legs, her pearly thighs sexily rubbing against the sides of his upper body.
The heat and wetness from her vagina pressed and marshed against his abdomen, sensually staining his robes in her love juice.
This was her physically expressing her need to be with him.
Despite finding Mu Lin irresistibly lovely, Yang Wei shook his head, recognizing that this approach wasn't right.
This isn't right. She's a naughty but novitiate woman... I, Yang Wei, must not indulge any further. If it isn't Heaven's will, then it is mine.
Knowing the intricacies of the human mind from years of experience, he resisted her advances, exerting a burst of effort to push Mu Lin away.
Shortly after, he dispersed the both his Yang and refined Yin energy.
Mu Lin's amorous intentions hit a sudden roadblock the moment she fully realized that she was pushed away by Yang Wei.
Her lewd look from earlier had vanished.
There was only shock on her soft, golden butter-like face.
She stared at her own hands, grappling with the sting of rejection.
It wasn't just any rejection; it was a blatant dismissal, a first for Mu Lin.
Yang Wei's refusal, delivered so blatantly, cut deeper than before.
Despite previous rejections, this time felt different.
This time she truly believed they were about to share something special, but the way he eagerly brushed her aside made her feel like an unwanted outsider.
She felt like a diseased creature, a leper.
The one time...
Her eyes got really small. She looked like she was about to go nuts.
The one time I thought my looks could help me achieve what I really wanted— strength... And yet, I faced rejection from a man, someone seemingly beneath me. Did he refuse me because I'm not pretty? I've put so much effort into looking good, my skin is smoother than jade, I've used the best water and pills for a pleasant fragrance, I even changed my behavior for him and still...
"You..."
Mu Lin spoke with her voice shaky, pausing dramatically as if on the brink of explosion.
She shifted her gaze between her trembling hands and Yang Wei, frustration simmering beneath the surface.
"You pushed me."
Unlike his usual nonchalant demeanor, concern was clearly written on Yang Wei's face. Adjusting on the bed, he explained, gesturing with raised hands to calm her down.
"Look, I did that to prevent a potential mistake. Trust me."
Mu Lin, oblivious to the her exposed state of her breasts, disregarded her disheveled appearance.
Placing trembling hands on her head, her breaths grew more erratic, fueled by anger.
She yanked at her glossy black hair, tearing out strands, and screamed, eyes tightly shut.
"AAAAARRHHHHH!! AAHH!!"
Opening them, she glared at Yang Wei.
"How dare you decide what I want? Do you think I'm a child?" Mu Lin's voice was heavy with fury. "I know what dual cultivation means, and I understand what it is to be deflowered!"
Yang Wei let out a heavy sigh, casting a weary glance at Mu Lin. "You just wouldn't get it," he muttered. "This is why I said it'd get awkward if we became dual cultivation partners... It can't ever be something that's a professional pursuit if it's between you and me."
Mu Lin, her hair disheveled, clenched her teeth, staring fiercely at Yang Wei. "The only one making it weird is you!" she retorted.
Yang Wei calmly descended from the bed, adjusting his robes with composure. "No, the problem is we're fooling ourselves, trying to keep it professional. With any other woman, it'd be a breeze," he explained. "The notion of deflowering a woman during such a meaningless act doesn't make any sense. Especially when that woman barely knows a thing about who she plans to casually give her virginity to."
There was a waver in Mu Lin's eyes when she heard him say this.
He thinks our dual cultivation was meaningless...?
The anger in her body language diluted just a little bit.
"And besides," Yang Wei added, "Lingxi would despise me for it."
Mu Lin's rage turned to sadness; her expression shifted from fury to contemplation.
All her active facial muscles had relaxed to give her a much more sorrowful expression; like her anger had turned to pain.
Realizing her bare breasts were exposed, she hastily covered up and buttoned her dress.
"I understand," she uttered, surprising Yang Wei with her composed reaction.
He questioned her, "You do?"
Mu Lin closed her eyes, cleared her throat, and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, appearing on the verge of tears.
Turning away, she started to leave but halted at the door, offering Yang Wei one more piece of her mind.
"I know I'll never compare to my senior sister, but it hurts every time her name comes up, you didn't have to do that to make me see reason," she admitted. "I accept that you respect and know her better than me."
Yang Wei, perplexed, asked, "Where is all this coming from?" His face looked a little contorted— he didn't know whether to be mad or just plain annoyed. "The only reason I think highly of Lingxi is because I've fought her and talked with her enough to know a bit about her and what she stands for..."
Mu Lin forced a painful smile, revealing her inner struggles.
"Yeah, I agree... while you don't know anything about me, but why should you? After all, you don't even respect me enough to care. I'm quite aware I don't have the best personality... but that doesn't mean I'm not trying my best."
With those words, Mu Lin departed.
"HUH?!"
No one was more confused than Yang Wei on that day.
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Chapter 40 Preview: "Dragon Vein Spirit Pool, Wang Zhang."