Chapter 10 —

The bathroom was filled with steam, the lamplight flickering, like a thin mist making everything seem unreal.

Yao Qing leaned against the edge of the pool, her wet silver hair clinging to her snow-white shoulders and neck, her chest heaving violently. The massive member that had just ravaged her now lay quietly submerged, occasionally twitching, like a wild beast still lingering in its afterglow.

Zhao Leyun nestled in her arms, her face buried between Yao Qing's full, pink breasts, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Her fingers traced circles on Yao Qing's flat stomach, like a kitten that had successfully stolen some cream.

"Sister...so good❤" She pressed Yao Qing's hand to her slightly warm abdomen. "I'm still a virgin, if you'd like..."

At this point, she looked up at Yao Qing's face with tender affection, only to find the other's expression filled with desolation.

"Sister, sister?"

"Sigh..."

Yao Qing looked down at her, a low sigh escaping her throat.

In that instant, she admitted she had succumbed.

The pleasure of being completely filled from her soul to her body, and then exploding, was something she had never experienced in her hundreds of years of cultivation.

She even had a ridiculous thought: if every day could be like this...it wouldn't be so bad?

However, this thought only flashed for a moment, the clarity of the Void Refinement Realm returning after the climax, driving it out of her mind like a bucket of cold water.

She lowered her eyes, her fingertip lightly touching Zhao Leyun's brow. A gentle yet irresistible surge of spiritual energy instantly sealed the girl's movements. Zhao Leyun only managed a surprised "Eh?" before collapsing limply to the edge of the pool, fast asleep, a silly smile still lingering on her lips.

Yao Qing stood up, water droplets sliding down the curves of her body, gleaming dazzlingly under the lamplight. The massive object slowly retracted into her body under the suppression of the spiritual energy, as if it had never existed, leaving only a damp trace.

She waved her hand, and her moon-white robe returned to her body, her silver hair instantly drying and re-arranging into a double bun, though the redness at the corner of her eyes wouldn't fade.

Recalling her earlier behavior, Yao Qing gave a self-deprecating smile, then carried the sleeping Zhao Leyun slowly out of the bath and headed towards her room.

"My century-long cultivation of Daoist heart has been so easily shattered by the lust of this body; I am truly ashamed… It seems my mental state still requires arduous refinement. Perhaps I should begin my cultivation anew in the mortal world of this realm."

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