The Phoenix’s Fury and a Desperate Embrace

Luo Bingning’s eyes, clouded with desire, flickered with a subtle joy as Ye Wanrou appeared before her. “Thank goodness,” she murmured.

She leaned against the stone wall, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, a look of profound relief washing over her face.

Ye Wanrou’s brows furrowed slightly, a puzzled expression crossing her features. ‘How strange,’ she mused inwardly.

‘Shouldn’t Senior Sister Luo be furious right now? I just drugged her! Why is she acting so relieved?’
‘Even more so… she looks almost happy… Yes! Happy!’

Her eyes lit up with sudden understanding. “Could it be…” she whispered, “Senior Sister Luo… she… she’s finally willing to accept me?!”

In that instant, an overwhelming tide of joy surged, completely engulfing her.

Ye Wanrou’s eyes curved into crescent moons, sparkling with tears of excitement. Her nose tingled, and she instinctively covered her mouth, her crimson lips trembling slightly through her fingers. “This is wonderful…”

‘All these years, my unwavering devotion to her, even with her constant rejections, haven’t been in vain.’
‘Now, at last, I’ve seen the light after the clouds.’ She chuckled softly.

As this thought crossed her mind, Ye Wanrou gracefully moved forward, her lotus-like steps bringing her before Luo Bingning. A joyous, ineffable smile played upon her lips, and she was about to speak when she witnessed Luo Bingning’s spiritual energy surge.

Luo Bingning tilted her head slightly, her long, waterfall-like hair swirling wildly behind her. An icy-blue phoenix emblem materialized on her forehead, flickering incessantly, while her once shimmering eyes were now replaced by a deep, chilling ice-blue.

“Senior… Senior Sister Luo, you…” Ye Wanrou’s expression contorted in terror, her heart seizing in her chest. In her panic, she tripped over a stone, tumbling backward.

With a soft thud, she landed on the ground.

Just then, a phoenix cry echoed through the stone cave. The sound was clear and resonant, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness.

Strands of hair, disheveled across her forehead, obscured Ye Wanrou’s terrified eyes. Her crimson lips trembled as she muttered to herself, repeatedly, “What… what in the world is happening?”

“Senior Sister Luo… you… what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me like this…”

The bone-chilling cold surrounding her seemed poised to swallow her whole, and fear, like a relentless tide, completely engulfed her.

An illusory ice phoenix manifested behind Luo Bingning, instantly paralyzing Ye Wanrou. “Senior… Senior Sister…” Her voice trembled violently, the last syllable a choked sob.

Boom—

Luo Bingning’s jade-like hand swept lightly, and the illusory ice phoenix behind her flapped its wings. In an instant, an endless torrent of chilling energy surged towards Ye Wanrou, causing her to lose consciousness.

“Pfft—”

Blood welled up in Luo Bingning’s chest. The deep, icy-blue hue in her eyes slowly receded, returning them to their original appearance.

A few hesitant rays of dawn sunlight struggled through the cave entrance, outlining her disheveled silhouette.

Luo Bingning’s face was flushed, cold sweat pouring down her forehead like rain, dampening her collar. Her hair was disheveled, clinging to her sweaty cheeks, and her breathing was rapid and erratic.

Her body, leaning against the cold stone wall, slowly slid down. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she curled into a corner, her eyes, still hazy with the aphrodisiac, filled with pain and disorientation. “As expected,” she groaned, “activating the Ice Phoenix Divine Body’s power with a mere Foundation Establishment… mmh… cultivation… ah… is still far too strenuous…”

Her hoarse voice was laced with moans, and large beads of sweat rolled down, blurring her vision as her consciousness began to fade. With a stubborn resolve, she bit down hard on her tongue, bracing her hands on the ground, and laboriously pushed herself to her feet.

Slowly, she extended her divine sense, probing the contents of her storage ring, and retrieved an iron chain that glowed with a purple luminescence.

This Purple Nether Lock, a gift from her Master, would strip its bound victim of all cultivation. Even a Nascent Soul Grand Cultivator would be reduced to a mere mortal.

While she wasn’t entirely sure how Ye Wanrou had bypassed her restrictions to enter the stone cave, she decided that since Ye Wanrou was here, she wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

She flung the glowing purple chain towards the unconscious Ye Wanrou, binding her tightly to the ground.

After completing this, she stumbled and collapsed to the ground, her former pride and stubbornness shattered in that moment.

Her breathing grew increasingly frantic. “What am I going to do?” she gasped. “If this aphrodisiac isn’t released soon, I’ll… I’ll suffer irreversible damage…”

She glanced at the unconscious Ye Wanrou on the ground, her heart trembling. ‘Is this… your plan? Here, in this desolate wilderness, even if I’m overwhelmed by the aphrodisiac, I’d still have to… be with you…’

“Pity…” she whispered, “you still miscalculated one step.” She turned her gaze towards the interior of the stone cave. The last vestiges of reason in her eyes were consumed by desire, and her body instinctively gravitated towards the familiar aura emanating from within.

Her gaze was hazy and unfocused, and soft moans escaped her lips.

On the stone bed.

Luo Bingning pulled back the covers, her throat bobbing as she gazed at Zhang Xiaocha, who lay bound and naked on the bed. Quickly, she shed her own garments, then sat upon Zhang Xiaocha’s face, nodding slightly.

Her eyes held a tender gaze as she gently caressed Zhang Xiaocha’s fair, small face, swaying her body. “Mmm~” she murmured, “Haa~” “Hmph-nah~”

Her dark hair, like a waterfall, cascaded down, spreading over Zhang Xiaocha’s body.

The candlelight flickered, casting a graceful silhouette that danced freely on the stone wall.

One day later.

At the mouth of the stone cave, Ye Wanrou slowly regained consciousness. She instinctively tried to move, only to hear a clinking sound.

She lowered her head slightly, seeing the purple-glowing iron chains tightly coiled around her. Their rough texture chafed painfully against her skin. Terror instantly surged through her. Without a moment to think, she immediately channeled her spiritual energy to break free.

The next instant, her pupils constricted. “My…” she gasped. “My cultivation… it’s gone?!”

Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling violently. She tried to summon her spiritual energy again and again, but her body remained utterly unresponsive.

Just then, a woman’s moans drifted to her ears. “Mmm-hn~” “Haa-ah~” “Hmph-nah~”

“This… is that Senior Sister Luo’s voice?!” A look of disbelief crossed her face, and as if remembering something, she muttered, “Right…”

‘I gave Senior Sister Luo ten times the dose of the aphrodisiac! She’s burning with desire…’
‘But here… isn’t Senior Sister Luo supposed to be alone?’
‘Could it be… Senior Sister just found some harlot from outside to… be intimate with, rather than be with me…’ Her eyes were vacant and lost, filled with an endless agony and despair.

“Aaaah… why?!”

“I… I like you so much…”

Her heart-wrenching cries, intertwined with the woman’s moans, echoed throughout the stone cave.

On the stone bed.

Their delicate bodies were tightly entwined when a flash of white light appeared. Luo Bingning’s soul detached from her body, soaring directly into the sea of consciousness of the still-slumbering Zhang Xiaocha.

Dazed and lost in desire, she felt as though she was in a chaotic space, surrounded by swirling mist with faint glimmers of light.

Suddenly!

A familiar aura reached her. She spun around abruptly, seeing Zhang Xiaocha lying peacefully on a cloud not far away. Dressed in white, her robes flowed gently, and on her flawless face, a slight smile curved her lips, which were adorned with a glistening sheen. Her small hands unconsciously fumbled for something, and she murmured, “Mmm~”

“So soft~”

“So delicious, hehe~”

…

“Why is it so wet… Cha Cha is full…”

“Mmh… no more…”

…

Gazing at the familiar face, her pale, chapped lips curved into a gentle smile. Her voice was slightly hoarse. “Xiaocha… I… I thought I’d lost you…”

Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, she instinctively drew closer.

Luo Bingning’s throat bobbed, her fingers trembled slightly as she fumbled… untying her sash. She lowered her head, pressing her lips against Zhang Xiaocha’s chest, gently caressing it.

Her dark, long hair cascaded down, spreading over Zhang Xiaocha’s chest.

…

Her face was flushed, and she moaned, “Mmm~” “Haa~” “Hmph-nah~”

Echoing ceaselessly between heaven and earth…

Two days later.

Luo Bingning slowly awoke, her hand resting on something soft. She was nestled against Zhang Xiaocha’s neck, her long, dark hair, like glistening satin, spread carelessly across the bed. Their legs were entwined.

She slowly sat up, intimate memories flooding her mind. Gazing at the lingering marks of passion on Xiaocha’s body, her eyes darted away, and a deep blush crept across her face, even staining her neck a profound pink.

Just then, a surge of breakthrough energy emanated from Luo Bingning’s body.

Foundation Establishment, Sixth Layer!

Feeling the surging spiritual energy within her, her eyes filled with apology. She took the small figure’s hand, pressing her face into its palm, and rubbed gently, a unique blend of maidenly shyness and deep affection.

Her eyes were slightly closed, her long lashes trembling as if holding a myriad of emotions. “I’m sorry, Xiaocha…” she whispered. “Senior Sister… I… I took your first time without permission… I will take responsibility for you…”

Her jade-like fingers, slender as spring onions, gently brushed aside the wisps of hair from the small figure’s forehead. She lowered her head slightly, pressing her lips to Zhang Xiaocha’s forehead, then let her fingers slowly trace down the side of Zhang Xiaocha’s face.

Her warm breath wafted over the jade-like forehead, causing Zhang Xiaocha’s long lashes to tremble subtly.

Luo Bingning’s cheeks were burning hot. She imbued her crimson lips with spiritual energy, her breathing short and quick, as she slowly moved, attempting to erase all intimate traces.

A long while later, morning light filtered through the stone cracks, dappling the stone bed. A small body was curled up in the soft quilt, revealing only a fluffy little head.

Zhang Xiaocha’s long lashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. Just as she was about to raise a hand to rub them, a sharp pain shot through her body.

Her small face contorted in pain, and tears welled in her eyes. “Mmh~” she whimpered.

“Why does Cha Cha’s body hurt so much?” Her voice was filled with a childish whine.