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"The technique has been passed on. From now on, you need only guide your inner energy along the path I have shown you. In time, you will naturally achieve mastery."
Long Yue's voice turned icy once more, devoid of any warmth. "This art is the essence of the Yin and Yang of heaven and earth. If you can comprehend its mysteries, ascending to immortality is merely a matter of time. Remember, each time you circulate your energy, you must visualize the path the energy flowed just now, guiding your inner power in a continuous cycle. Over time, you will naturally achieve mastery. This technique has no fixed forms; it relies entirely on the circulation of inner energy. As long as your inner energy is profound, every single movement you make can take a life. There is no need to rigidly adhere to fixed forms."
Mo Xingyun was still immersed in the strange experience from moments before. The meridians in his body felt as if they had been cleared, flowing without obstruction. However, when he secretly circulated his true qi, he felt his inner energy had not significantly increased. He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Master, I do feel a fullness within my body, but my inner energy doesn't seem to have grown substantially. Is there still some special cultivation required?"
Long Yue's full chest rose and fell slightly. A cold smile touched her beautiful, red lips. Her exquisite face, illuminated by the green light, appeared even more bewitching. "You must cultivate from the beginning using your own treasure. However, I have already remodeled your body, including your brain structure and your Yang organ, to make it more suitable for awakening the 'Qinghua' treasure within you. In the days to come, your cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds. To stand at the pinnacle of the world will only be a matter of time."
Hearing her mention "brain and Yang organ," Mo Xingyun was shocked and exclaimed, "Master, why must one's physical structure be altered to learn martial arts? What on earth is this..."
Long Yue's cold, beautiful eyes shot out a sharp, cold glare, cutting him off. "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. If fate permits, this art will naturally circulate within you."
Mo Xingyun was bewildered. No fixed forms, and she wasn't teaching him how to cultivate, yet she claimed it would circulate on its own. How could such a thing exist in this world? But on second thought, Long Yue had, after all, saved his life. If not for her help, he would have surely perished at the bottom of the lake. Faced with so many questions, he could only say respectfully, "Master, this technique is truly profound and mysterious. This disciple will definitely practice it diligently and not fail your expectations."
A look of satisfaction appeared on Long Yue's face. She showed a hint of fatigue and said, " my spiritual energy is nearly exhausted. You have now freed me from that thousand-year prisin. My life was already meaningless anyway. In this world, there is nothing left for me to long for, and nowhere for me to go."
Mo Xingyun's heart jolted, and he quickly said, "Master, why do you say such things? With your god-like skills, how can there be nowhere for you to go? This disciple is willing to follow you and serve by your side!"
A hint of tenderness flashed in Longyue's cold eyes. She gently shook her head and sighed softly, "Follow me? In my current state, I am nothing more than a remnant soul with lingering power. Where could I possibly lead you? Enough. You saved me from my predicament, and I observed that your secret treasure's ability has just awakened and its foundation is not yet stable. The path of cultivation ahead will be fraught with peril. Though this remnant body of mine can no longer move like a normal person, I do possess one secret method."
With that, she stared deeply at Mo Xingyun, then slowly raised her slender hand. The black silk dress that clung to her like a second skin, perfectly outlining her curves, began to writhe slightly as if it were a living creature. The edges of the dress, like ink dripping into clear water, began to slowly dissolve and dissipate. Then, those black threads began to peel themselves away from her skin, which was as white as jade!
The black threads, like living spiritual serpents, slipped down one by one, strand by strand, from her smooth neck and rounded, fragrant shoulders. With every inch of silk that departed, it was as if a layer of forbidden veil was being slowly unveiled. The skin revealed glowed with a warm, delicate luster like ivory under the faint light. It was perfect and flawless, radiating a fatal temptation.
Mo Xingyun's pupils shrank violently. He watched as the black silk slid over the pair of full, towering, and firm snow-white peaks on her chest. As the threads peeled away, the two masses of plump, large flesh lost their restraints completely, standing proudly. At their peaks, two tender, ripe, crimson buds appeared particularly striking and lascivious in the dim light. The threads continued downward, lingering over her flat, tight lower abdomen, which gleamed with a slight sheen of sweat. As they slid down to her full, round, and lusciously plump buttocks, the snow white, smooth flesh of her rear quivered the instant the silk was removed, sending ripples through the flesh that made one's blood boil.
Finally, the black threads receded completely from her long, straight, firm, and lustrous jade-like legs. A completely unobstructed, fully exposed, and breathtakingly perfect snow white body was thus laid bare, without reservation, before Mo Xingyun's shocked and disbelieving gaze.
The towering breasts, the slender willow waist, the plump, full buttocks, and that deep, hidden, private place covered with fragrant grass, they all radiated a primal, fiery, and sensual temptation due to their utter exposure. Her figure was like a celestial maiden from the nine heavens, yet it also carried the sultry charm of a beautiful, mature woman, overflowing with sensuality.
However, the peeled black threads did not fall to the ground. Instead, they transformed into thousands of flowing energy strands, emitting a faint black mist, that swirled and danced around her naked jade-like body, like a host of living black sprites. They coalesced into tentacle-like forms, gently re-wrapping and enveloping Long Yue's snow white, alluring body.
This time, it was not in the form of clothing, but a more pure interweaving and covering of energy. The black threads slid across her snow white skin, as if intending to completely devour and dissolve her physical body. Her figure gradually blurred within the embrace of these black threads. Her snow skin and the black threads intertwined and merged, light and shadow shifting, dreamlike and surreal, full of a strange and bewitching beauty.
Mo Xingyun watched, wide-eyed, as her facial features, her body, gradually lost their original form within the frantic tightening and coiling of the black threads. Her snow white breasts, plump buttocks, and long, beautiful legs were faintly visible through the writhing silk. On her exquisite face, there was no pain, only a kind of transcendent calm.
In the end, all the black threads and her dissolving body suddenly collapsed inward, contracting. All light and mist converged at a single point in an instant!
When the ghostly light faded, the tall, full, and peerlessly beautiful figure had vanished without a trace. The prison remained, the stone walls dim. Only on the ground where Long Yue had just stood lay a small bundle of objects: a fist-sized tuft of "black silk hair," glossy and jet black, emitting the same unique, faint fragrance that had clung to Long Yue.
This tuft of silk hair had a bizarre texture. It was like the finest black satin, smooth and lustrous, yet it also carried a strange, indescribable aura of life, even pulsing slightly and rhythmically. Its surface still retained the luster and mysterious patterns from the black silk dress moments before.
"Master?! You... what have you done...?" Mo Xingyun was aghast, hardly able to believe his eyes.
"There is no need to panic." Long Yue's voice responded directly in his mind. "This is an ancient method of my clan called 'Hua Ling Gui Yuan'. My spiritual energy is now exhausted, and my physical body was merely an aggregate of energy, difficult to maintain for long. By transforming into this state, I can attach myself to you, slowly recovering by borrowing your own energy. I can also protect your spirit and lend what little strength I can when you face danger in your cultivation. Once I have recovered somewhat, I may be able to help you enhance your power again."
"This... how can this be allowed!" Mo Xingyun was filled with conflicting emotions. He was shock at the bizarre transformation, but even more so, moved and distressed by Long Yue's sacrifice. "Master has sacrificed so much for me. How can this disciple ever repay you!"
"It is not a sacrifice, merely a change in my form of existence."
Long Yue's voice held a trace of self-mockery, then softened slightly. "If you carry me on your person, it will be as if I am by your side. If you have need, I can also communicate with your mind and offer some guidance."
The tuft of black silk hair twitched gently, as if responding to his words, emitting an even richer fragrance, now mixed with a hint of the unique, soul-stirring body scent that had belonged to Long Yue.
Mo Xingyun carefully reached out and cradled the soft, yet strangely elastic, tuft of black silk hair in his palm. It felt cool and smooth to the touch, as if he were holding a living thing, and he could even feel a faint energy fluctuation within it. A strong surge of emotion welled up in his heart. This was not just a powerful master; it was more like a precious "treasure" that belonged entirely to him, his fate now intertwined with its own. He reverently tucked the tuft of black silk hair into his robes, close to his skin, feeling the coolness and faint fragrance it emanated.
Mo Xingyun gazed at the empty prison cell. Seeing that Long Yue did not speak again, he felt a sense of loss, but also an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and responsibility. He felt the new power within his body and the mysterious "black silk hair" in his arms. He thought of his mysterious master's peerless, cold beauty, her full and bewitching figure, and her current state of having transformed into something that belonged to him and was connected to his fate. A mix of emotions washed over him.
Mo Xingyun ascended the stone steps. After navigating a few bends, he reached the top, only to find it was a dead end. He carefully observed his surroundings and discovered a green brick on the wall that was different from the others. He placed his hand on it and secretly circulated the inner art he had just received. A green light flashed from his fingertips, the brick shattered in response, and a mechanism at the top activated, revealing an exit to the surface.
Mo Xingyun looked at his palm in astonishment. This inner art was truly extraordinary, it could unleash such power the moment he obtained it. He walked out and found he was at the other end of the very lake he had fallen into earlier. He quickly climbed out.
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