1121: Chapter 331: Having You in This Life 1121: Chapter 331: Having You in This Life Cultivators have their advantages, for all matters are made convenient.
For instance, taking advantage of the chaos in Ji Feixue’s mind, with a flash of his External Appearance, Su He gathered up both of their garments, saving a great deal of effort.
Yet, without the process of gradually peeling away the layers, it was like a cow chewing peony—a regrettable spoil of the ambiance.
However, the sudden release of such constraints and the rebound of softness that followed was all the more intoxicating.
Pressing her down, the water bed rippled beneath them.
The touch of the Fairy, now unimpeded by anything, was soft and slippery, sending Su He’s heart soaring.
The bed was like waves, undulating both the body and the heart.
“You…” Suddenly bereft of clothing, Ji Feixue’s face flushed with embarrassment.
She hadn’t even considered the scenario of revealing all, but before she could speak, Su He’s mouth silenced hers.
This was not the usual brief taste; it was intoxication, it was abandonment.
Ji Feixue pushed against Su He, unable to move him.
Su He was suddenly grateful for her current Status.
Had she been at her peak, such a sudden assault would likely have been met with the slash of a sword.
Now she couldn’t resist—not that she truly wanted to.
Surprised by the attack, a bit flustered, her push failed and her hand came to rest upon Su He’s chest, eventually betraying a hint of resistance yet inviting.
Ji Feixue’s nostrils fluttered, breathing out a scent as enticing as orchids.
Her body, no longer icy as before, radiated a fiery heat.
The pushing hand, unaware, shifted to embracing.
Yet amidst indulgence, she suddenly snapped to awareness, her gaze filled with alarm as she looked at Su He.
Unwittingly, he had become more audacious, not only sealing her lips but also daring to climb mountains and explore abysses with his hands.
Scaling peaks to twist the Dragon Ball, probing depths to stir the grass and tease the fish, provoking ripples in the stream.
“You… stop your mischief!” Ji Feixue bit her words out as a warning.
Her voice was still cool, but within that coolness trembled a uniquely feminine quiver, causing her body to shiver as well.
Su He let her go, his body slightly lifting as he looked down at her.
Ji Feixue turned her head away, her breath growing harsher by the moment.
Su He retracted his abyss-tampering hand and, with an unsteady thread of fish line, began to ascend another peak.
On Ji Feixue’s usually cool face, a rare flush of embarrassment rose.
A touch of irritation prompted her to push him away, but the rogue took the opportunity to adjust his position and sank down.
He plunged deeply.
Instantly, the Fairy let out a muffled moan, as if falling into the mortal world.
The hand pushing him now gripped his arm tightly, soon encircling Su He’s neck.
“You’re mine now!” Su He didn’t rush his movements, claiming his advantage to thrust deeper, whispering by Ji Feixue’s ear with a breathy yet domineering voice, though it was barely audible.
Ji Feixue, biting her lip, remained silent—only a cold huff escaped her, even as she held him tighter.
Being a Cultivator isn’t all good—minor injuries heal too swiftly.
Newly inflicted wounds would soon heal, fortunate that Su He was still deep within and had not yet withdrawn.
Otherwise, once the barriers had reformed, they’d have to be breached anew.
He remained at her most vulnerable, barriers could only constrict and recede, healing to the side, tightly encircling the invading force as if to strangle it to death within, yet the secluded path had already been cleared.
Ji Feixue turned back to look him in the eyes, her gaze flickering with embarrassment but also with the unique chill and domineering presence that was hers alone: “Rebellion!”
You belong to me!
At least in this era, at this moment, she was his alone.
Su He laughed and leaned down to seal her domineering spirit with his own mouth.
His upper body bent forward, his lower body slightly raised, he thrust downward again.
A soft cry rang out, and the water’s surface trembled.
Outside the quiet room, autumn was in full bloom, frosty winds whipped through, stirring the Ze Water and rustling the trees, branches swaying and leaves clapping against one another.
Creating a snapping sound.
Along with the clapping of leaves, whispering sounds resonated within the quiet room.
The Crescent Moon, unable to bear these sounds, hid behind the clouds, leaving only the twinkling stars to keep the tempo.
The wind harmonized with the murmurs, rejoicing.
This symphony continued for hours, until Ji Feixue, having ascended to the divine realms several times, bit into Su He’s shoulder and between her lips managed to declare with a cool, calm voice, “Cultivation Technique!”
This time, it wasn’t for him to indulge in the mortal world’s utmost pleasures—serious matters awaited.
As it was the first time for both, she couldn’t bear to use him merely as a tool for healing, thus allowed his excesses for a while.
But the best results from healing came from the first attempt; further delays would mean the end of his time in her body.
Su He looked at her, then leaned in for a gentle kiss.
It seems he had indeed gotten a bit carried away.
The Luan Phoenix Harmony Technique was invoked, and the True Yuan of both intertwined instantly, merging above and below to form a cycle, as if they were one entity.
Putting aside other implications of the Luan Phoenix Harmony Technique, the pure integration of both parties’ True Yuan and Origin was a peerless Cultivation Technique in this world.
There have never been two completely identical people in this world, nor could there be identical True Yuan.
Even if twins cultivated the same technique, differences would be inevitable.
The greatest effect of the Luan Phoenix Harmony Technique was not to change Su He’s True Yuan into Ji Feixue’s, or the reverse.
Instead, it fused two starkly different True Yuan to form a new one, belonging to both, naturally eliminating any discrepancy.
The essence of healing is nothing noteworthy when spoken; both True Yuan connected as one body, power naturally circulating between them.
When the Divergent Buddhist Power moved to Su He, he simply intercepted it—that alone was sufficient.
By retaining only the Buddha Force, he would not be influenced by the Yuan forces.
In the long run, it would be possible to completely eradicate the Buddha Force from Ji Feixue’s body.
When left with only her own power and the Dark Qi, Ji Feixue could strike down, and the Black-clothed Avatar would emerge.
Explaining in words differs vastly from actual practice.
Sensing the Buddha Force from Ji Feixue being transferred bit by bit, an idea struck Su He’s mind.