“Are you thirsty?”
Ning Yuzhu’s words silenced Fang Moye again.
She supposed it made sense. If she could have let go earlier, she wouldn’t be so worried and uneasy. But she couldn’t be as indifferent as Ning Yuzhu. Ning Yuzhu had cultivated by Jiang Ning’s side since she was young, likely inheriting some of Jiang Ning’s carefree nature. However, Fang Moye had cultivated in the lower realms for hundreds of years, and her views were already fixed. The thought of cultivating the Great Dao with her disciple’s disciple, or rather, her disciple’s Dao Companion, always left her feeling inexplicably awkward.
Yet, it was just awkwardness, not dislike or aversion.
People are always so complex and fickle. Often, all it takes is one excuse to justify doing something wrong.
After a long silence in the bathhouse, Fang Moye sighed, stepped out, dressed, and quietly left the courtyard. She intended to get some fresh air and clear her head. As she walked, she found herself by the lake on White Dew Mountain. She sat down on a bluestone, looking up at the slowly setting sun in the distance. The residual sunlight warmed her cheeks, making her face appear even more sacred and gentle.
She watched the sky darken until someone sat beside her on the bluestone. Only then did she snap back to attention. Looking at Jiang Huai, she slowly asked, “Why are you here?”
“I’m here to fish,” Jiang Huai replied calmly, taking out his fishing rod and bait and skillfully setting them up. Fang Moye sat beside him. After he had everything ready and cast his bait into the lake, she slowly asked, “I want to know what you think.”
“Hmm? What does Ancestral Master mean?”
“About cultivating the Great Dao together,” Fang Moye answered honestly.
“Frankly, I am a little conflicted too,” Jiang Huai replied candidly, looking at Fang Moye with a wry smile. “It is a bit awkward, isn’t it? So I tried to shift my mindset. I focused on the cultivation aspect of dual cultivation, treating it as Ancestral Master helping me improve my cultivation level, just using a different method. Once my cultivation improves, I can save all living beings and bring her home, and then I won’t be so bothered.”
Fang Moye was a little confused. Hearing Jiang Huai continue, “It’s like Ancestral Master imparting her cultivation insights of the Heaven Mending Divine Art to me. It’s helping me cultivate. Dual Cultivation with me, using yin and yang, is also a form of cultivation. Both are cultivation; it’s just a different method. If I have a clear conscience, then I will be at ease.”
Fang Moye’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. “Do you truly have a clear conscience?”
Jiang Huai’s eye twitched slightly. “I’m pretty good at deceiving myself.”
“I’m not,” Fang Moye shook her head. “What if I don’t have a clear conscience?”
“Then I guess there’s no other way, perhaps we shouldn’t dual cultivate?”
“I’m not resisting dual cultivation, it’s just that I feel very awkward about it, and there’s a hurdle I don’t know how to overcome, so I wanted to ask for your opinion.” Fang Moye’s voice softened slightly.
It seemed that openly discussing their inner thoughts with Jiang Huai at this moment was much better than being internally conflicted.
After a few more seconds, Fang Moye looked up slightly into his eyes. “How about… you try to deceive me?”
“Huh?” Jiang Huai was taken aback, then playfully poked Fang Moye’s forehead. “Ancestral Master, this is you being unreasonable.”
“How is that unreasonable?”
“Hmph, if I deceive you, then I’ll be bearing all the blame. Besides, we both know that we just need an excuse to deceive ourselves. Isn’t the excuse of saving all beings in heaven grand enough, bright and upright enough?”
“Are there no other ways to convince yourself?” Fang Moye asked weakly, having already resigned herself to it after a moment of silence.
“Yes,” Jiang Huai thought for a moment. “Then I’ll suffer a bit. During dual cultivation, I’ll tie you up and blindfold you. Ancestral Master only needs to circulate her spiritual qi for cultivation with me. Everything else will be me forcing Ancestral Master. Would this scenario make Ancestral Master feel better?”
Fang Moye reached out and slapped Jiang Huai’s forehead, giving him a grumbling look. She naturally did not agree with this suggestion, her eyes gazing at him mysteriously. “No more joking around.”
“Then how about I blindfold myself and let Ancestral Master guide the dual cultivation? Ancestral Master is above? I promise not to say a word, not even a grunt.”
“No,” Fang Moye shook her head. “Riding on you would feel like I’m trying my best to please you.”
“Then if I’m beneath you, it’s not considered me bullying you?”
“You… let’s just do it from behind. If I don’t watch you, maybe it will be better.”
Jiang Huai thought it sounded not bad. Fang Moye’s buttocks were so soft.
It was truly a shameful yet strangely amusing thing to be seriously discussing the details of dual cultivation with a woman he didn’t love and who didn’t love him. Jiang Huai’s heart settled slightly. The fishing float on the lake swayed gently in the wind, but there was no sign of a bite.
“Even though Ancestral Master is resisting now, perhaps once we start cultivating, Ancestral Master won’t feel so awkward anymore?”
Fang Moye had been like this before. But when he actually touched her buttocks, her eyes would become soft and bright, and she would even gently ask him if he wanted to do it again. It was unclear whether it was due to her innate seductive nature or because she chose to give up and surrender to her physical desires, thereby escaping the worries brought by morality.
“Are you indirectly calling me promiscuous?” Fang Moye asked indignantly, pinching his leg with her finger. Jiang Huai replied with a clear conscience, “I’m just stating a possibility.”
Just because she pinched him like that, his hand also landed on Fang Moye’s waist. With a slight exertion, he naturally pulled her into his embrace.
Fang Moye did not resist, only replying coldly, “Absolutely impossible.”
Perhaps a little more Intimate contact at this moment would be a preview for their cultivation in two days. Her body was slender and delicate, but her chest was excessive. Such a slender waist, yet it bore such plump fruit, was truly a bit much.
“I always feel there’s a possibility,” Fang Moye said softly.
“What?”
“After dual cultivating with you once, five times, ten times, fifty times, a hundred times, I will gradually get used to it, to the point of instinctively relying on you, or even admiring you…”
“That’s impossible,” Jiang Huai was a little scared now.
Dual cultivation was fine, but falling in love was not.
“Right, how is Ancestral Master’s innate seductive nature now?”
“After my cultivation entered the Divine Emperor realm, I found that I could suppress it naturally much more, so… I won’t be like you imagine, asking for a second, third time after just one dual cultivation.”
“That’s good,” Jiang Huai said, looking relieved. But seeing his expression, Fang Moye suddenly became angry. She suddenly reached out, grabbed his arm, rolled up his sleeve, and bit his arm.
A woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. Jiang Huai couldn’t figure her out, so he stopped trying to understand and just watched the fishing float on the lake. After a long while, even though much time had passed, his float showed no signs of movement.
Fortunately, he hadn’t really come to fish in the first place; he just came to accompany Fang Moye and ease her psychological stress. Fang Moye’s body gradually leaned into his embrace again. After a moment of hesitation, she suddenly said, “Can you sleep with me tonight?”
Jiang Huai was shocked. “Dual cultivate tonight?”
Fang Moye glared at him with a grumble. “No, I just want to adapt in advance.”
“Alright, then I’ll come to Ancestral Master’s room later.”
Of course, he had to feed Jiang Zhi first.
So they left the lake. Jiang Huai returned to his room. After feeding Jiang Zhi, he was kicked out of the room by Jiang Zhi, who said, “( ) Quickly get lost,” using her White and tender little feet. He arrived at Fang Moye’s room. The door opened. Fang Moye inside had just changed into her nightgown and was sitting on the bed, covered by the quilt, reading a scroll.
Her White and tender little feet were still visible outside her quilt. Jiang Huai went to her side, pulled the corner of the quilt to cover her White and tender little feet. Fang Moye moved over, and after he got into the quilt, Jiang Huai leaned against the back of the bed and looked at the scroll in Fang Moye’s hand. No, it wasn’t a scroll, it was a booklet.
Literally.
“Why is Ancestral Master looking at this?”
“Previewing,” Fang Moye replied after a moment of hesitation.
“We can dual cultivate a hundred times in just one position. We don’t need all these tricks from the picture album.”
The picture album also showed her standing on one leg, hugging one leg, or bending her body almost double, being severely “bullied.” There were even strings of small beads being pulled. For Fang Moye, it was a bit overwhelming.
“That’s true.”
“Let’s look together.” Jiang Huai nudged his head towards her neck. Fang Moye didn’t resist and flipped through the pages with him. The only sound in the room was the rustling of the pages.
“Did she draw this herself?” Jiang Huai suddenly asked out of curiosity.
“Mm.”
After flipping through the entire booklet, Fang Moye put the picture book aside and curled up in the quilt. Jiang Huai also snuggled closer and naturally embraced Fang Moye. Fang Moye snuggled obediently against him. Her body was soft and fragrant with a faint scent of sandalwood.
Jiang Huai suddenly blurted out, “Does Ancestral Master want to play a little game again?”
Fang Moye instantly refused shyly and annoyed, “Shut up.”
So Jiang Huai closed his eyes peacefully. After a while, Fang Moye suddenly bumped her forehead against his chest. Jiang Huai slowly opened his eyes in confusion, looking at her slightly flushed cheeks. She squinted her eyes, her voice much softer. “Just for a little while.”
…
“Slept,” Jiang Huai held Fang Moye tightly. But Fang Moye was on the verge of tears. Jiang Huai had provoked her repeatedly. In the past, Jiang Huai would always let her release all her pent-up desires in the end. But now, Jiang Huai deliberately stopped, held her tightly, and refused to let her move an inch.
She suddenly remembered what she had just told Jiang Huai – that she wouldn’t lose control like before because of her innate seductive nature. Now, she bit her lips, suppressing the thoughts in her heart, yet she inexplicably felt wronged. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. After a while, she lifted the quilt. Before Jiang Huai could react, she had already ridden on him. Her full, round buttocks sat on his chest. She looked down at Jiang Huai and slowly asked, “Are you thirsty?”
“I’m not thirsty,” Jiang Huai immediately shook his head like a rattle drum. But Fang Moye moved forward again, looking at Jiang Huai’s expression. At this moment, she finally lowered her proud head with a disheartened and wronged sigh, her voice timid and soft, “I lost again…”
“Don’t easily surrender to your desires, Ancestral Master!”
“No more joking around…” Fang Moye moved forward again, her voice sounding almost tearful. “Hurry and kiss it properly.”
