Have you ever wondered what blow pacts the strongest punch?
The answer: a heavenly blow.
And now, Bubai was fighting a battle against a fairy with this no-pun-intended ability. Ahem. Ahem.
His verdict: Heavenly, so much so that his brain was going haywire, and his instincts scread for him to give in to his impulses.
But Bubai resisted with every ounce of his willpower.
He forced his hands to stay put against the white jade wall, feeling the smooth texture scrape against his clawed fingers that tried to keep his grip on reality.
Every passing mont, his claws dug deeper, and he could almost hear the wall crumbling under the lapse of control over his strength…
Yet, it still wasn't enough.
Desperate for any distraction, he clenched his jaw and tore his gaze away from her, allowing his eyes to flit around erratically, searching for sothing—anything—to focus on.
That's when it struck him: it was broad daylight. Although this part of the sect was quieter, it didn't an there was no one around.
The re thought of soone seeing them sent a strange, inexplicable thrill surging through him.
So, he couldn't help it. His eyes slid back to her, eting her upturned gaze, those starry eyes – luminous and twinkling with a hint of mischief.
They seed to draw him with a magnetic pull that made it impossible to turn away.
The world around him began to blur and fade; the only thing that felt real was her delicate face, captivating and irresistibly alluring.
Her silvery hair cascading over her shoulders in gentle waves, swaying and shimring to match the slow, elegant rhythm.
He could feel it. Compared to his trained doll's flawless techniques and the intense touch of the experienced masseur Jia Fei, the fairy's approach was far less refined.
Yet despite this, he felt an insane current of pleasure seeping into his every pore like a slow-acting poison!
He was no virgin. So, he wasn't new to this. In fact, his mind had long been numbed against normal pleasure.
But this? This was different.
There was sothing about her that was slowly unraveling his resolve, like an enchantress that clouded his judgnt, lulling him to soften his defenses.
It felt like a spell, a dangerous one, just like WeiWei's—a force that could pull him under without him realizing it!
And though his instincts scread at him to resist, his golden finger, which usually served as a warning system, was strangely silent.
It was as if her presence bypassed his defenses, like a virus his system couldn't detect!
Bubai knew. His situation was dangerous, absolutely dangerous.
So, he finally let his instincts take control… retreating into his inner mysterious space.
His consciousness passed through an invisible film, almost imdiately regaining so semblance of clarity amidst the foggy ambiance.
It took barely an effort to summon a drop of green dew from the shimring pond that had already flooded a third of the spherical space.
When the dew appeared in his dantian, the effect was imdiate - an icy coolness that spread from his dantian outward, cleansing his senses and clearing the haze in his mind.
Machine mind mode activated.
The fog lifted, the environnt around tuning back into his senses. A subtle layer of separation was finally reestablished between him and the enchanting fairy's influence.
As if sensing his change, Bubai felt the fairy's touch receding like a gentle tide.
She sat back on her heels, tilting her head. "Fairy brother, cheating is not allowed or this fairy won't give you the prize."
Bubai's heart sank. He got caught! Was he gonna lose the ga just like that?
As if reading his thoughts, Shu Ling's voice ca like a soothing breeze, "Since this is the first ti, this fairy will let it slide. But from now on, fairy brother has to play by the rules. This fairy trusts you can do at least this much. Fufufu…"
The trust in her eyes was like a drug, potent and addictive. Bubai felt his resolve strengthening. It seems it's ti to man up.
"Good. Let the horse co over." Bubai threw out the challenge, his voice steady, even though his nerves were on edge.
Shu Ling giggled lightly at his bravado, then resud her rhythmic movents...
At first, Bubai maintained a calm facade, determined to hold on to the clarity he'd regained from the green dew.
But with each passing mont, the fairy's playful technique began to unravel his composure, the fog creeping back into his mind.
The more he tried to resist, the more his senses betrayed him. The sensation was like wading through a thick marsh, the sludge slowing his thoughts, drawing him deeper into the spell she wove...
It felt like a current corrupting the very core of his being, disrupting every thought, every shred of control he'd managed to maintain, and the words slipped out before he could catch himself, "Ling'er…"
But he quickly took a deep breath and kept his wits about him, regaining control over his body that montarily betrayed him.
The lapse of control was brief, but enough for the fairy to notice.
She pulled away, licking her lips to savor the slip-up, "Fufufu~ you're holding well, fairy brother, but… this fairy will get what she wants."
She leaned in again.
Bubai felt it sinking deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole...
It was like a pull into a dark fairy wonderland, one he knew he shouldn't enter, but couldn't resist.
His eyes locked onto hers, an intense stare that should have signaled he wasn't giving in.
But her eyes, those deep and luminous eyes, bore into his, a silent invitation to let go, to embrace the sensations she was creating.
But he had enough experience to endure, even when the fine line between control and surrender grew thinner with each passing second. The longer he held out, the more confident he grew.
But she wasn't done.
He felt her working her magic, slowly mapping out new constellations and formations throughout the process, speaking of the fairy's esoteric knowledge.
And it was this esoteric knowledge, the promise of a deeper understanding of cultivation, that kept him from yielding to his instinctive urge to break free and escape.
The chance for higher-end cultivation thod and insights was too crucial to abandon.
Stable Foundation Establishnt thods didn't have to be followed to the letter and they can be supplented, but they couldn't simply be replaced. This fact had long been known.
Thus, Bubai understood that without acquiring the rest of the thod, he would essentially be tied to this sect indefinitely.
Even if Bubai had the chance to escape, he will have to think twice because leaving with an incomplete thod would an stagnation in his cultivation from that mont forward.
Once he hits the bottleneck, he would most likely be hard stuck, blindly searching for a way forward just like most loose cultivators.
This could an years—if not decades—of groping in the dark, unless he had ans to extract the information from others who had mastered the sa thod.
Unfortunately, Bubai possessed no such technique.
Perhaps the dream fishing technique, if mastered to a higher realm, could be a solution in the future.
However, his skill was still in its infancy.
He'd need a lot more ti and practice to develop it to a level that could touch upon the well-guarded mories relating to techniques.
Even then, there was no guarantee it would work effectively on fellow cultivators of the Arboreal Bliss Dreamcatcher Art, which is geared towards ntal resilience and, most likely, defense against probing.
Thus, his only viable thod of obtaining the follow-up of his thod was through the channels of the sect.
However, if Bubai honestly goes through the official channels of the sect, he would need to gather an imnse amount of contribution points - a task that could take years to complete, and only if he focused solely on grinding.
With other aspects of life getting in the way, the ti needed to accumulate those points will only lengthen.
Walking the honest bloke's path, without so extraordinary windfall or special event offering him a shortcut, it will be a long, long ti before he could obtain the full thod, if ever.
Therefore, he could only willingly throw himself into the abyss of moral compromise and questionable thods, even if it ant sacrificing his dignity and, possibly, his safety.
Well, Bubai wasn't kidding when he declared his willingness to sacrifice his morals to reach his goals, and now he was proving it, step by step. This wasn't a ga for him—it was his future.
Sacrificing his own flesh was simply another form of contribution to his future.
It was a small, borderline-free price – one that almost all disciples in the sect, if given the chance, would willingly cough up-
Ahem. Bubai is an upright gentleman. Honestly, if he didn't have to, he really didn't want to take this dangerous gamble with hidden strings attached, but…
It was all for the sake of progress! Obviously! Ahem. Ahem!
And just as obvious was the familiar, irresistible throb of his cultivation tool.
Distracting himself with stray thoughts only worked for so long; the urge to focus on the imdiate sensations grew too strong to ignore!
Ah… He couldn't escape from the inevitable. It's ti to accept this fate that will set him free, and... there was no turning back from filling this pleasure-filled void… with his knowledge, of course.
With those last thoughts, his mind went blank.
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