Chapter 48 Guiding Senior Sister's Cultivation (Part 1)
Returning to Holy Son Peak, Xiao Ming entered his sleeping quarters. He sat cross-legged, took out a few top-quality Foundation Solidifying Pills he had refined not long ago, swallowed a few, and then began to circulate his Cultivation Technique, starting to Cultivate in earnest once again.
About a few hours later, with the moon hanging high in the sky, his mind stirred slightly. He sensed a familiar, graceful figure outside the Holy Son Peak's Formation. His mouth twitched, and he skillfully opened the passage in the Formation: "This woman really wants to improve!"
A moment later, that familiar, graceful figure slowly stepped into the main hall. Tonight, she looked quite different from the reserved and cold demeanor she presented to others during the day. She wore a floor-length, plain white silk gauze robe. The robe was loose, covering her slender figure completely, yet with every step, it vaguely outlined the blurred contours underneath, appearing both conservative and seductive.
Her hair was combed into a bun with meticulous care, adorned only by a simple green jade hairpin. Her temperament was virtuous, resembling a dignified Young Miss from a scholarly family.
Mo Qingzhu seemed to have dressed up specially. The exposed skin was like a freshly peeled egg, glowing with an alluring luster. On her lightly powdered face, her clear eyes held a trace of indescribable tenderness when she looked at Xiao Ming. She walked forward slowly, carrying an exquisite food box in her hand.
"Saint," Mo Qingzhu bowed, her voice clear and pleasant, yet carrying a subtle, imperceptible softness. "Qingzhu specially made some spirit tea and refreshments tonight to calm the mind and focus the spirit. I hope you will not find them lacking! Also... regarding the questions Qingzhu had about Cultivation last time, you were busy, and I couldn't ask. So, Qingzhu has presumptuously visited late at night; I hope you will punish me!" As she spoke, her gaze lowered slightly, her long, dense eyelashes trembling beneath her eyelids, adding a unique charm.
Xiao Ming's gaze swept over her. He noticed that as soon as she entered the hall, she had "inadvertently" loosened the ties of her outer robe, making the plain white silk gauze robe hang even more loosely. As she walked, it could more clearly outline the graceful curves wrapped underneath, especially the straight, slender jade legs that could still be faintly glimpsed beneath the wide robes. Especially when she sat sideways with her legs together, the whiteness revealed by the loose opening of her robe was heart-stopping and irresistible.
"It is no matter, no matter. I happen to be at leisure. If Senior Sister has any doubts, feel free to speak."
A flash of triumph and joy crossed Mo Qingzhu's eyes as she gently placed the food box on the jade table nearby. She elegantly poured a cup of spirit tea and offered it to Xiao Ming with both hands, whispering, "Saint, please have some tea first. It is not too late to taste the refreshments later."
"Senior Sister is certainly thoughtful." Xiao Ming remained calm on the surface, but inwardly he sighed that this woman was becoming more and more skilled at this. He leaned back lazily against the wide chair back and gestured with his eyes to the seat beside him.
A look of seductiveness and inexplicable excitement instantly flowed into the depths of Mo Qingzhu's eyes. She walked over slowly with a hint of excitement. However, she did not sit down next to Xiao Ming. Instead, under his gaze, which was slightly surprised yet filled with deep meaning, she turned sideways and sat gently into Xiao Ming's lap.
"Saint..." Her voice was soft and delicate. She first held the spirit tea to her red lips, pouting slightly, and blew gently on the surface of the tea, bringing up a fragrant, cool breeze, before speaking softly: "Qingzhu has cooled it for you, Saint; the temperature is just right!"
She leaned forward slowly, as if afraid that the spirit tea in the cup would spill, causing the already loose opening of her outer robe to widen further. From his slightly lower perspective, Xiao Ming could catch a glimpse of the dazzling scenery inside.
This nosebleed-inducing scene made even the battle-hardened Xiao Ming swallow hard.
Inside the plain white silk gauze robe was not the formal dress seen a few days ago, but a thin, lotus-root-colored tube top. On that tube top, delicate embroidery was faintly visible, further setting off her snow-white, delicate skin, which glowed with luster. There were also those stunning, increasingly full peaks that had just been developed by Xiao Ming, with deep ravines, enticing exploration. Finally, there were the straight jade legs faintly visible in the darkness, which were now fully curved due to her sitting posture. As Mo Qingzhu approached, a faint, unique fragrance belonging only to her, mixed with the fresh scent of tea, rushed towards him.
Seeing Xiao Ming drain the tea in one gulp, Mo Qingzhu said in a seductive voice: "Saint, this tea... how does it taste?" She looked charming, and as her eyes wandered, they seemed to be hooked.
"Not bad, very fragrant... very smooth!" Xiao Ming said meaningfully, his large hand slowly wrapping around her waist, his fingertips gently rubbing through the robe.
Mo Qingzhu's delicate body trembled slightly, and a few blushes quickly flew onto her face. She did not resist, only leaning her body further into Xiao Ming's embrace. However, as if feeling the sitting posture was somewhat uncomfortable, she twisted her perky buttocks slightly to adjust her posture, her buttocks brushing against Xiao Ming's thighs.
Xiao Ming felt his whole body burning with unbearable heat, a fire rising up rapidly.
Mo Qingzhu seemed to sense the restlessness in Xiao Ming's body. She smiled slightly, her breath like an orchid as she said: "You flatter me, Saint. It's just... Qingzhu has some things I don't understand in my recent Cultivation, and I hope you can resolve my doubts."
While talking about the parts of her Cultivation she didn't understand, she used her slender jade fingers to intentionally or unintentionally graze across Xiao Ming's chest and lower abdomen. The seductive charm hidden beneath that dignified and reserved exterior was truly maddening.
Although Xiao Ming was no gentleman, who could withstand such deliberate provocation? The fire in his body burned even more fiercely. Yet, he still forcibly restrained his mind, responding one by one, patiently answering all of Mo Qingzhu's questions about Cultivation.
Mo Qingzhu nodded repeatedly, looking as if she had suddenly realized something, but her movements became increasingly bold, her exquisite body twisting even more intensely. She slowly leaned into Xiao Ming's ear and said in a sweet, coquettish voice: "Your words, Saint, have truly enlightened Qingzhu!" As she spoke, she actually took the initiative to take Xiao Ming's hand and slowly reached it into the opening of her robe, first pressing it gently against her fullness through the lotus-root-colored tube top, then stroking downward towards her lower abdomen.
Xiao Ming's breathing became increasingly rapid at this moment. The tactile sensation from his fingers, along with her increasingly bold behavior, was like the final straw that completely crushed Xiao Ming's reason. How could he still care about any Cultivation guidance? That remaining bit of restraint vanished instantly as Mo Qingzhu pulled his hand toward that sacred place that countless people yearned for...