Chapter 13
Deep within the Immortal Palace lay the Cloud-Secluded Courtyard. The moonlight, like flowing water, filtered through the lingering immortal mist, bathing this serene and elegant courtyard in a hazy, sacred silver glow.
Within the courtyard, exotic flowers and rare herbs swayed gently in the night breeze, their subtle fragrance mingling with the faint, almost imperceptible, unique body scent of Ning Xuefei, weaving together into an invisible, gentle net.
On the hill behind the courtyard lay a natural hot spring that gathered the spiritual energy from heaven and earth and the essence of geothermal heat. It was now even more steamy and dreamlike. Above the spring water, a milky white vapor hung thick and unbroken, shrouding the surrounding rockeries, strange stones, and green bamboo, blurring the line between reality and illusion. Only the gentle splashing sound of the spring water and the occasional chirp of insects from afar confirmed that this place was real.
Hu Hong arrived at this location according to yesterday's agreement. He stepped onto the small path paved with green jade stones, each step feeling as if he were treading on clouds, so light and ethereal that he could no longer distinguish the boundary between reality and fantasy. When he rounded a clump of emerald-green phoenix-tail bamboo and the mist-shrouded hot spring finally appeared in its entirety before his eyes, Hu Hong's breath hitched, stopping completely in an instant.
He saw her. Right there by the edge of the hot spring, in the densest part of the mist, a stunningly beautiful back that haunted his dreams and filled his thoughts day and night stood silently. Ning Xuefei was draped in a white gauze skirt as thin as a cicada's wing. Soaked by the steam from the spring, the wet fabric clung to her mature, voluptuous, and exquisitely curvaceous figure. The moonlight and water vapor intertwined, becoming a personal veil of gossamer silk for her, outlining the contours of every inch of her skin, which was as smooth and lustrous as jade. Beneath the semi-transparent skirt, her smooth, jade-like back was flawless and dazzling, emitting a luster like that of fine white jade.
The graceful curve of her spine was faintly visible. Her slender, willow-like waist was so delicate it seemed it could be snapped in a single hand, supple as a water snake, yet it suddenly flared outwards, blossoming into a large, round, peach-like buttocks. Her round buttocks were plump and towering, brimming with sensuous flesh and ripe and full as a fruit. The tight skirt dug into a deep cleft between her cheeks. Beneath the skirt, her long, shapely thighs were faintly visible, their tender flesh pink, firm, and delicate. The wet skirt clung to her skin, tracing the shallow marks that looked like those left by flesh-colored stockings gripping tender thigh-flesh, exuding an air of soul-stirring, decadent sensuality.
Even from behind, clad only in that soaked, thin dress, her figure was so intoxicatingly beautiful. That alluring, curvaceous body radiated a bone-deep sensuality. Hu Hong felt his mouth go dry and his member, stiff as iron, throbbed, nearly threatening to tear through his luxurious silk trousers.
Ning Xuefei did not turn around. She merely spoke in a voice as cold and clear as ice, "You're here?"
"Yes... Your Majesty. I... I have come as promised," he said in a hoarse voice. He stared fixedly at that bewitchingly graceful back, even stammering as he spoke.
Ning Xuefei snorted coldly in her heart. She could naturally feel the scorching, fiery gaze of the man behind her, as well as his rough, suppressed breathing. A wave of complex emotions surged through her. She was the Holy Maiden of the Immortal Palace, the "Number One Beauty of Long Yue," when had she ever needed to use her own body to bargain with a man who lusted after her? If it weren't for Xing'er, for reclaiming the critically important "Qinghua" power, and for taking revenge on Wei Wuyin, she would rather let the cold poison attack her heart and perish together than let any man so easily defile her sacred body.
The two great secret treasures passed down through the Ning clan, "Xuanshuang" and "Qinghua," were originally complementary items of Yin and Yang. They were inseparable. She had inherited the ultimate Yin, "Xuanshuang," while the ultimate Yang, "Qinghua," was to be inherited eighteen years ago by her closest blood relative: her son, Mo Xingyun. But who could have known that fate would play such a cruel trick? Through a strange, fortuitous series of events, this supreme opportunity that should have belonged to Xing'er had been accidentally snatched away by this man named Hu Hong!
At this thought, her qi and blood churned tumultuously. The "Xuanshuang" cold energy within her grew worse by the day. If she did not soon use the "Qinghua" power for dual cultivation to harmonize it, not only would her own cultivation stagnate, but she would also be in danger of the cold poison attacking her heart and perishing. What made her even more anxious was Xing'er's condition. His injuries had been left untreated for too long, and he urgently needed her to recover her power, then use the purest true qi to nourish and heal him. Otherwise, he might truly be left with irreparable, lifelong consequences.
A twinge of pain brought some clarity to her chaotic mind. She told herself secretly: Ning Xuefei, this is just a transaction, a price you must pay for revenge. He is nothing more than a tool, a medicinal cauldron used to hold the power of "Qinghua", to help you heal and cultivate.
She suddenly thought that if it hadn't been for Hu Hong's accident, then according to the original plan, the person standing here today, the one who would need to unite with her in body and spirit for dual cultivation and healing, would have been her own son Mo Xingyun.
At the thought of that scene, even with Ning Xuefei's temperament, she couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment and discomfort. Although it was for healing, for the continuation of the Ning clan's bloodline, and a requirement of the technique, to perform such an intimate act between mother and son... that ethical taboo and psychological barrier made her feel flustered and panicked every time she thought of it.
But now, the appearance of this "outsider" Hu Hong, had, by a strange twist of fate, extricated her from that awkward predicament. Conducting a transaction with a "tool" who lusted after her, while somewhat unpleasant, was ultimately just a cold, emotionless exchange of benefits.
In some ways... this was actually easier than facing her own son.
With this thought, the struggle in her heart settled a little. In any case, the greater good came first.
"Take off your clothes and enter the water," she spoke again, her voice cold and devoid of any emotion.
Although Hu Hong was experienced with women, his heart was pounding nervously at this moment. He clumsily untied his own belt, pulling off the luxurious silk robe haphazardly to reveal his strong, well-defined upper body. He had long cultivated the secret arts of Hundred Flower Island, so his physique was already in excellent condition. Now, under the moonlight and mist, he appeared quite heroic, exuding a strong masculine aura.
He took a deep breath and stepped into the hot spring. The warm water instantly enveloped his body, soothing his limbs, which had grown cold from nervousness. Ning Xuefei said no more. She slowly raised her slender, jade-like hand and untied the sash at her waist, which was embroidered with an exquisite pattern of a phoenix and a luan bird. With a soft, almost inaudible "shhh..." sound, the thin gauze dress slowly slid down her smooth, lustrous skin.
In an instant, a perfect, flawless, mature body, exuding a faint, subtle fragrance, was revealed to Hu Hong's eyes in the hazy moonlight and swirling vapor.
Her skin was snow-white and delicate, as smooth and lustrous as jade, glowing with a soft radiance in the moonlight. Her full, towering breasts were plump and firm, as if about to drip with nectar.
The pair of snowy-white mounds trembled slightly with her breathing, sending soul-snatching ripples through them. The deep cleavage cast a shadow of infinite imagination under the moonlight. At their peaks, two tender nipples, like pink cherries with a cool hue, stood proudly, emitting a faint, intoxicating milky fragrance.
Her waist was slender, seemingly too delicate to grasp, supple as if boneless, flaring downward into the lush swell of her hips. Her round, fleshy bottom was perfectly sculpted, and full of astonishing elasticity and sensuous flesh. In the hazy mist, it gleamed with a smooth, enticing sheen, as if a light pat would send ripples through the supple waist.
She slowly peeled off the last layer of flesh-colored stockings which were as thin as a cicada's wing. The stockings slid down inch by inch from her full thighs, revealing skin flushed pink by the steam, all the way down to her sexy, jade-like feet, which were painted with a light, elegant shade of nail polish. Below her flat, tight, flawless belly, at the end of that snowy-white skin, a small patch of neatly trimmed, jet-black pubic hair, crowned her plump, slightly raised mound. Her thick, fleshy labia were swollen and prominent. The lush thicket did not completely hide the spring scenery beneath. At that moment, the two tender, delicate petals were pressed tightly together, forming a slit that invited endless imagination.
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