47: Chapter 47 The Jockey's Ancestor's Demise

Liu Yunshuang's bedroom was more... lived-in than Ye Xiaoyao had imagined.

It didn't resemble the residence of a lofty Sect Master, but rather the boudoir of a mature woman.

A faint, pleasant fragrance permeated the air, identical to the scent on Liu Yunshuang herself.

Light purple gauze curtains hung by the window, swaying gently in the breeze.

A large, intricately carved wooden bed stood against the wall, covered with soft brocade quilts. The pillows were made of silk and looked incredibly comfortable.

Using her spiritual power, Liu Yunshuang lifted Ye Xiaoyao and gently placed him on the bed.

The action wasn't exactly gentle, but she didn't actually drop him either.

A Core Formation Cultivator's control was remarkably precise.

Ye Xiaoyao tried to move.

No good.

That spiritual power acted like invisible ropes, binding him tightly. He couldn't even lift a finger.

He could only lie on the bed, looking up at the exquisite carvings on the canopy, and smile helplessly.

"Revered Master."

His voice was a bit dry.

"This really won't do."

Liu Yunshuang ignored him.

She walked to the bedside and leaned over.

Her breathtakingly beautiful face loomed large before Ye Xiaoyao's eyes, so close he could see her long eyelashes and the complex expression in her eyes.

There was resolve, desire, and a trace of guilt so faint it was almost imperceptible.

Ye Xiaoyao's eyes widened involuntarily.

So beautiful!

Willow-leaf brows, phoenix eyes, a jade-like nose, and cherry lips. Her skin was as white as fine porcelain.

Most devastating were those captivating peach-blossom eyes, their outer corners slightly upturned, lending a natural allure whenever she looked at someone.

At this proximity, the mature feminine charm she exuded washed over him, mingling with her unique fragrance, making one's head spin.

Liu Yunshuang was wearing a low-cut dress.

This leaning posture caused the neckline to gape even wider.

A expanse of snow-white skin was revealed, full curves hinted at, a deep cleavage visible.

Ye Xiaoyao's gaze swept over it. His throat bobbed, and he hurriedly averted his eyes.

One should not look at what is improper, though it seemed he was already too late.

"My good Disciple."

Liu Yunshuang spoke, her voice soft. Her warm breath, carrying a delicate fragrance, wafted across his face:

"Rest assured, your Revered Master will not take your essence of pure yang without compensation."

She paused, her tone turning serious:

"After I have taken what I need, I will compensate you properly."

Ye Xiaoyao was about to say, "It's not about the compensation," but before the words could leave his mouth.

Liu Yunshuang had already straightened up and reached to untie the sash at her waist.

Her movements were crisp and decisive, without a hint of hesitation.

The deep purple long skirt slid down with a soft *pat*, pooling on the floor into a heap of soft fabric.

Ye Xiaoyao's eyes widened to their limits.

She just... took it off?

His mind went blank. He could only watch.

Liu Yunshuang raised her hand again, pulled out her hairpin, and a cascade of jet-black hair tumbled down like a waterfall, spilling over her shoulders and back, making her skin appear even paler.

Amidst the strands of hair, her face was unrealistically beautiful, like a Fairy stepping out of a painting, yet carrying a vivid, heart-racing sensuality.

She still wore a white silk chemise and undergarments.

The chemise was embroidered with a pattern of empty mountains and a full moon. The silk was thin, almost transparent, concealing very little.

Full curves strained the fabric taut.

The two Peaks of rosy color were faintly visible.

Her waist was slender, below which were perfectly rounded, pert buttocks, hugged by the undergarments, outlining a breathtaking curve.

Her legs were long and straight, skin snowy white, seeming to glow in the light.

Ye Xiaoyao subconsciously swallowed.

This is bad!!

He felt the Supreme Bone in his body uncontrollably resonating with the breathtaking sight before him.

Under such stimulation, his Pure Yang Sacred Body was like dry tinder set ablaze.

That scorching power surged within him, reacting in a certain way to the sight of this mature, alluring body.

He wanted to look away, but his eyes refused to obey.

Liu Yunshuang seemed to sense his reaction.

The corner of her mouth curved up slightly. Without a word, she leaned over, placed her hands on either side of Ye Xiaoyao's body, and slowly climbed onto the bed.

...

Outside the Immortal Cave, a light rain had begun to fall at some point.

Spring rain moistens the earth in silence.

The ground, too, seemed to have become muddy and impassable.

...

Two hours later.

Liu Yunshuang finally sat up, fully satisfied.

A faint blush colored her cheeks. Her eyes were much softer than before as she looked down at Ye Xiaoyao, who still lay on the bed.

Ye Xiaoyao wore an expression of utter "despair."

Of course, it was an act.

In truth, his stamina was fine. The recovery power of the Pure Yang Sacred Body was no joke.

But he couldn't appear too energetic, or who knew how long this 'journey to the west' would last...

"Disciple."

Liu Yunshuang spoke, her voice slightly hoarse but filled with pleasure.

"Since your Revered Master has obtained the essence of pure yang, I shall fulfill my promise and give you your compensation."

She waved a hand.

The spiritual power binding Ye Xiaoyao instantly dissipated.

Ye Xiaoyao felt a lightness in his limbs. He could move.

His eyes darted around. The previous appearance of exhaustion vanished in an instant as he abruptly flipped over.

Before Liu Yunshuang could react, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed her down onto the bed.

Positions reversed. Now he was on top.

Ye Xiaoyao grinned, a somewhat roguish smile.

"Revered Master."

He said, his voice low.

"Just now, you were serving your Disciple. Now... it's your Disciple's turn to serve you."

Liu Yunshuang's eyes widened. A flicker of panic crossed her face.

"Disciple, the essence of pure yang your Revered Master needed is enough. There's no need to..."

Before she could finish, her lips were sealed.

Ye Xiaoyao kissed her forcefully, with a hint of retaliation.

He'd been forced earlier; now it was time to regain some ground.

Liu Yunshuang let out a muffled "Mmm." At first, she tried to push him, but her hands, raised halfway, fell back down.

She closed her eyes, allowing Ye Xiaoyao to act, gradually shifting from passive acceptance to active participation.

...

Another two hours passed.

The bedroom was in disarray.

Various articles of clothing were scattered on the floor.

Ye Xiaoyao's blue Daoist robe, boots.

Liu Yunshuang's deep purple long skirt, white embroidered shoes, sheer cicada-wing silk stockings, and that chemise embroidered with empty mountains and a full moon, along with the pure white undergarments.

Traces of their movements were left all over the room.

The writing desk was askew, a chair had toppled over, and bottles and jars on the dressing table were scattered haphazardly.

The bed was even more chaotic. The brocade quilts were rumpled into a ball, one pillow had fallen to the floor.

At this moment, Ye Xiaoyao lay on the bed.

Liu Yunshuang leaned against his chest, her head resting on his arm.

She was covered only by a thin sheet, her curves clearly outlined.

That pair of full, ample moons pressed against his chest, soft and springy.

Ye Xiaoyao had one arm around her shoulder, the other roaming freely and mischievously over her body, fingertips tracing over smooth skin.

Liu Yunshuang didn't push him away. Instead, she snuggled closer into his embrace, emitting soft, contented sighs.

Ye Xiaoyao suddenly remembered the scene after his last Dual Cultivation session with Ji Chanxi.

They had been in a similar position. He had touched her like this too, and Ji Chanxi had blushed, pushing his hand away, both shy and annoyed.

Liu Yunshuang was completely different.

Not only did she not resist, she actively responded, even guided.

That openness and enjoyment of a mature woman stood in stark contrast to Ji Chanxi's inexperienced reactions.

Truly the difference between a maiden and a matron.

Ye Xiaoyao sighed inwardly.

Liu Yunshuang buried her face in his chest, her ears tinged red.

She opened her beautiful eyes.

Those light purple pupils resembled dreamlike crystal, now misted over, shimmering with a stunning, heart-stopping beauty.

Ye Xiaoyao looked at her, his roaming hand pausing for a moment.

"Revered Master."

He spoke, his voice calm.

"Now that what was meant to happen has happened, and earlier... your Disciple overstepped."

Ye Xiaoyao was referring to the later part where he 'betrayed the Revered Master and ancestors.'

Although he had been forced first, after all, she was his Revered Master, the Sect Master.

Liu Yunshuang shook her head, her hair brushing lightly against his chest.

"It's not your fault."

She said, her tone frank.

"It was your Revered Master who forced you first. If blame is to be placed, it lies with me. You did nothing wrong."

She paused, looked up at him, her expression complex:

"Actually... your Revered Master knows this was wrong.

But the Opportunity for Nascent Soul Formation is too rare. I've been stuck at the Peak of the Late Stage of Core Formation for too long. Last time I failed...

If I fail again this time, I'm afraid I will never hope to reach the Nascent Soul stage in this lifetime."

Ye Xiaoyao remained silent.

He could understand.

The world of Cultivation was like this.

Resources, Opportunities, chances for a Breakthrough—everyone fought desperately for them.

While Liu Yunshuang's method wasn't honorable, at least it was a clear transaction.

She took the essence of pure yang and offered him compensation. She wasn't taking it for free.

"Disciple."

Liu Yunshuang spoke again, her voice softer:

"You needn't worry about Chanxi.

I raised her myself, treating her like my own daughter. She regards me as a mother.

She will understand my difficulties and your predicament."

Ye Xiaoyao smiled slightly but said nothing.

He actually wasn't worried about Ji Chanxi.

Their relationship was one of mutual benefit from the start. Ji Chanxi needed the essence of pure yang to harmonize her Core Formation. Now, Liu Yunshuang needed it to assist her Nascent Soul Formation.

Each was simply taking what they needed.

He was just thinking that everything had happened too fast.

A few days ago, he was just an ordinary Outer Sect Disciple. Now he was the Saintess's Dao Companion, the Sect Master's Personal Disciple, and had been intimate with both women.

The Immortal Realm truly had no purely emotional relationships. It was all exchange and calculation.

However... he didn't dislike it.

At least everyone was straightforward. You give what you want, no pretense.

...

A night passed.

Early the next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the window cracks, casting golden spots of light on the floor.

Ye Xiaoyao and Liu Yunshuang had already gotten up and dressed.

Liu Yunshuang had changed into a light purple casual dress, her hair simply tied up. She looked more gentle and domestic than the day before.

She took a high-grade Storage Pouch embroidered with a pattern of purple bamboo from the Storage Pouch at her waist and handed it to Ye Xiaoyao.

"Disciple."

She said, "This is a Storage Pouch your Revered Master used in the past. Its grade is not low, and the space is large.

Inside, I've placed some Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, Talismans, and various other Cultivation resources.

They are all yours now, as... compensation."

Ye Xiaoyao took it and swept his Divine Sense inside.

Wow!

There really was a lot of stuff.

Medium Grade and Low-Grade Spirit Stones were piled up like small hills, numbering at least several thousand.

There were even some High-Grade Spirit Stones!

Bottles of Medicinal Pills were neatly arranged, ranging from Foundation Establishment Stage supplements like Essence-Nourishing Pills to various healing and detoxification pills.

A thick stack of Talismans, all of decent grade.

There were also some Artifact Refining Materials, Spiritual Plant seeds, and even a few decent Magical Artifacts.

...

This compensation was quite generous.

"Thank you, Revered Master."

Ye Xiaoyao didn't stand on ceremony. He directly replaced his own somewhat worn-out, low-grade Storage Pouch with this high-grade one and hung it at his waist.

Seeing his straightforwardness, Liu Yunshuang actually smiled.

"Rest assured."

She added, "Having obtained so much essence of pure yang this time, once your Revered Master goes into seclusion to attempt the Nascent Soul Formation Breakthrough, if I succeed, I will definitely repay you properly again."

Ye Xiaoyao waved a hand.

"You flatter me, Revered Master. What your Disciple did is not worth mentioning."

What he thought was: *The essence of pure yang is renewable anyway. Giving it to one person or another makes no difference.*

*Getting so many resources in exchange isn't a bad deal.*

The two talked a while longer, mainly with Liu Yunshuang instructing him on some Cultivation precautions and the rules he must follow as the Sect Master's Personal Disciple.

As they were speaking, a streak of light flew in through the window, landing in Liu Yunshuang's hand.

It was a sound transmission talisman.

Liu Yunshuang's expression turned serious. She channeled spiritual power into it, and a young woman's voice, respectful in tone, came from the Talisman paper:

"Revered Master, Hongxue requests an audience."