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Chapter 124 Jade Feet Can Kill
"you…"
Jiang, the sect leader, froze as he raised his feet, staring through the gaps at Luo Sifan's serious and handsome face, speechless with unease.
What happened to the epic dual cultivation session we were promised? Sect Leader Jiang had spent so much time building up anticipation, only to be told now that all he needed to do was massage someone's feet?
"The sect leader's feet are truly beautiful!"
The atmosphere was noticeably cold. Luo Sifan, with a shameless grin, praised the attempt to warm up the atmosphere, while the jade-like feet in her hands, which were already cool, were now as cold as ancient jade.
The feet are the gateways to acupoints and vital energy points. In Jiang Changsu's case, the Yin and Yang energies were in conflict, with the trunk being strong and the branches weak, which obstructed the flow of Qi and blood at the acupoints and branches, making it difficult for Qi and blood to reach the body.
Feeling pity, Luo Sifan channeled his energy into his palm, which then flowed through his fingers. He flicked his fingers and, without waiting for Jiang Changsu's response, pressed them onto the acupoints on the soles of Jiang's feet.
Jiang Changsu was about to leave with a cold face when she let out a soft cry, followed by a series of high-pitched shouts. In her horror, she realized that her two long legs under her skirt had arched uncontrollably and were now in Luo Sifan's hands from the waist down.
The itchy, burning sensation rolled up from Luo Sifan's rubbing fingertips, and before Jiang Sect Leader could even try to break free, wave after wave crashed over him. After his physical body succumbed, Jiang Changsu's body and soul also began to tremble with a scream.
Fear, numbness, intense itching and heat, the breath circulated back and forth. In Luo Sifan's palm, there seemed to be an icy acupoint, tormenting Jiang Sect Leader with the itching and heat that made her feel like she was dying, while exhaling a wisp of cold, icy breath that made her feel like she was on the verge of death and greedily forgetting death.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Changsu lost his mind, his soul was adrift, and his nascent soul was lost. Scenes buried deep within Jiang's desires vividly flooded his soul. The two nascent souls shamelessly began to play their roles, indulging themselves wantonly, and their yin and yang energies spewed out like tides.
Luo Sifan complained incessantly. He held Jiang Changsu's smooth jade feet, seemingly relaxed, but in the face of the surge of spiritual energy and the spewing of Yin and Yang Dao essence from Jiang Changsu, he, a fourth-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, was like a fisherman before a raging storm, holding his feet as if fishing for a whale, racking his brains and struggling to maneuver.
Before long, Luo Sifan was sitting precariously on the edge of the bed, his back drenched in sweat, which chilled his blue robe.
Wet, soft, and hot, Jiang Changsu's white feet were slippery and hard to hold, and she almost broke free several times.
The yang energy of the nascent soul surged in, flowing powerfully into Luo Sifan's body and meridians through his palm.
The Dao essence of the Nascent Soul realm, bit by bit, impacted Luo Sifan's Foundation Establishment cultivator body, causing him to experience waves of unbearable satiation.
Unbeknownst to him, Luo Sifan's Taiyi Qingxuan power had been pushed to its limit, and the Qi Eye of his base was spinning like the wind, almost submerged in the Dao essence bestowed by Jiang Changsu.
His slender, graceful body visibly swelled as the yang energy entered.
Luo Sifan secretly groaned, but had to distract himself and loosen his waistband.
The yang energy bestowed by Jiang Changsu, cultivated over hundreds of years, seems to have an even more frightening effect than Bai Lan's medicinal wine.
The Chang Le Pavilion is fully equipped with numerous magical arrays, but soundproofing was the only thing that wasn't considered.
Lin Qianxiu had already covered her ears tightly, but she was still terrified by the piercing and unsettling noise coming from the cubicle.
"Pervert! Pervert! You two are a bunch of scoundrels! You're a complete pervert!"
Lin Qianxiu roared loudly without any restraint, but she still couldn't block out Jiang Changxiu's strange noises.
The entire pavilion, with three floors and five rooms, had stood firmly by the Heavenly Pool for thousands of years, but in Lin Qianxiu's perception, it was about to collapse.
The rhythm that made Lin Qianxiu sway back and forth struck her soft spot like a heavy hammer, and surging waves rose from within her body, rising unstoppably.
"do not want!"
Lin Qianxiu realized something was wrong, but it was too late. Her legs were trembling like mud, and her cultivation of the Golden Core was completely lost in the surging waves.
The familiar, sharp, and irresistible sensation in the pool of marrow essence not only overwhelmed her body, but also, in a daze, seemed to have an annoying figure beside her... It was Luo Sifan, who had lost control that night.
The image of Luo Sifan, so wicked and arrogant, so vivid and lifelike, is now the hateful image of Luo Sifan in her mind.
Unstoppable, brutal and ruthless, he lunged forward with a sinister grin.
Lin Qianxiu let out a mournful cry, and suddenly a colorful scene appeared before her eyes, and she soared into the sky as if riding on clouds.
Luo Sifan shook his head, assuming that the whimpering sound was just his imagination.
Under the cover of Jiang Sect Leader's unrestrained and nonsensical ramblings, Lin Qianxiu's fledgling cries were indeed hidden and difficult to detect.
Moreover, he had an even more troublesome problem that needed immediate attention.
Shortness of breath and a rapid ascent, Luo Sifan's internal energy surged like boiling water, and his Foundation Establishment realm was repeatedly breached...
Fifth realm, sixth realm, seventh realm...
If he doesn't advance his cultivation level in time, the spiritual energy from Sect Master Jiang surging into his palm will almost burst his physical body. Even with his innate sword body's ability to contain and absorb, he still can't withstand the overwhelming yang energy from Sect Master Jiang, which represents a hundred years of cultivation.
The Taiyi spiritual energy returned to Sect Master Jiang was pure and extremely Yin, but only one percent of the energy refined by Luo Sifan's foundation.
However, it was enough to stabilize the drastic change in the balance of yin and yang within Jiang Changsu's body, preventing her from suddenly losing her balance, causing the yin fire to rise and burn her physical body, and causing her nascent soul to swell.
The yang infant gradually fades and disappears in the dream, while the yin infant lingers in the dream, becoming increasingly real and tangible...
Jiang Zongzhu also experienced two chaotic and prolonged dreams, his soul sometimes waking and sometimes falling into a daze, gradually returning to clarity amidst the illusion.
Yang Ying, carrying with him a myriad of dreams that once dominated the world, faded into oblivion, like a bright sun that, after its bloom, sank into the abyss of its end.
The Yin Infant, however, was like the rising moon, illuminating thousands of miles amidst the shattering of countless dreams.
Amidst countless fragmented dreams, those people Jiang Changsu remembered and admired, numbering in the hundreds and thousands, gradually transformed into the sole male protagonist.
Despite their ever-changing forms, they remain true to their essence. Luo Sifan, with her myriad postures and personalities—sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle, sometimes cunning, sometimes honest—rushes forward. Jiang Changsu, fighting against a thousand men single-handedly, goes from being overwhelmed to having women on both sides. In the dream, her power gradually rises, resembling a demon empress ruling her court.
Luo Sifan stared blankly at Jiang Changsu in front of him, whose aura was gradually changing and becoming increasingly terrifying, with a bitter smile.
From a state of disorientation and restless wandering, to the present state of calm and focused concentration, with eyes closed in quietude.
A pair of bare feet were still lazily placed in Luo Sifan's hands, but Luo Sifan was in agony. Holding them felt like being weighed down by a mountain, and he couldn't shake them off. The strong suction from the soles of the feet reversed direction, causing Luo Sifan's Qi Sea to surge. He was annoyed and disgusted. The eighth-realm spiritual energy that he had painstakingly accumulated was being forcibly pulled back and reversed. It was being forcibly taken and tormented by Sect Master Jiang, who was smiling and calm with his eyes closed.
"Sect Leader Jiang! Sect Leader Jiang!"
Luo Sifan screamed in fright, his body creaking, his sword energy forming his bones as he desperately resisted Jiang Changsu's imposing and swarming attacks.
His mouth seemed to open, and his chest seemed to tremble. Luo Sifan saw it all clearly, but he couldn't hear a single word that he was trying so hard to utter!
Jiang Changsu made further progress in her Nascent Soul realm. The difference in their realms resulted in a significant disparity in the level and power of their spiritual energy. Jiang Changsu, who was focused on stabilizing her advancement, inexplicably began to treat Luo Sifan, who was beneath her feet, as a cultivation subject and began to exploit him wantonly.
This left Luo Sifan, who had gained a great advantage, filled with regret.