52 The Evil Master 03

◎Xi Xuan was stunned, his mind went blank for a moment.◎

The setting sun slants across the mountains and forests, leaving only a hint of bright gold on the dark green mountaintops.

The Xihe Sect is undoubtedly the number one sect in the world of cultivation. It occupies three rare spiritual veins in the world. It has countless disciples, many of whom are powerful in cultivation.

The spiritual energy in the world of cultivation is thin nowadays, and no immortal has ascended to heaven for many years.

Xi Xuan is the only powerful person in the Hedao stage of Xihe Sect. He has the blood of the Phoenix and has practiced for more than three hundred years. He is only one step away from ascension.

As a high and mighty venerable one, he does not need to manage the affairs of the sect. He only needs to concentrate on cultivation and ascend to become an immortal.

So most of the time, Xixuan was in seclusion.

However, on the night of every month when Su Yanmei took the medicine, he would enter their bedroom at the request of the elders and perform the Zhougong ceremony with her.

Until the date of each month is fixed, Xixuan will only meet Su Yanmei on this day.

In the more than one year since he took Yan Yingchan as his apprentice, the time he appeared in public was almost more than the previous hundred years combined.

Because of this, he began to spend more time sleeping with Su Yanmei.

Xi Xuan was devoted to the pursuit of immortality and was not keen on love. He also had a lukewarm reaction to dual cultivation. Even though he slept with his wife more often, most of the time they did not do anything special, it was just sleeping together in the literal sense.

But today is the day when Su Yanmei takes medicine every month, and Xixuan shows up on time as usual.

Ever since that day when Su Yanmei expressed her disappointment in him and asked him to leave, the two had not met again.

But gifts expressing guilt and apology are sent every day.

As the last ray of afterglow in the sky faded, the spiritual Yuqing Mountain was shrouded in darkness, and bright lights were lit along the mountain road.

When Xixuan entered the yard, a window on one side was propped up and a gentle breeze blew in. The bean-sized candle flame swayed, reflecting on the tightly closed carved door, jumping over the window lattice paper, and revealing the shadows of the lights in the buildings.

In the past, on this day, his wife would always keep the door closed and wait for him to come over.

Today the door is tightly closed.

Xixuan thought she was still angry, so he didn't push the door open. Instead, he walked slowly to the window and deliberately made some noise.

It's summer now and the weather is a bit hot and humid.

Even though immortal cultivators have endless spiritual energy in their bodies and are not afraid of simple cold or heat, they will still be aware of the cold and hot temperatures.

Su Yanmei is very afraid of heat.

When she was a snake demon, she liked to stay in cool and humid places. Even after becoming a human, her fear of heat did not change.

At this moment, she had just read some of the immortal cultivation secrets of this world, and her eyelids were trembling up and down, and she was completely unable to resist the sleepiness.

The Taoist book in his hand fell off and fell beside the chaise longue. The woman on the chaise longue had her eyes closed and was sleeping soundly.

This was the scene Xixuan saw through the half-open window.

The woman was wearing a bright red underdress with thin straps wrapped around her collar. The eye-catching and bright red made her skin look even more slender and delicate.

She was wearing a thin white shirt, which was loosely gathered around her body. Due to her indecent sleeping posture, the shirt slipped off her shoulders. Her fair arms hung down on the edge of the couch, pressed down by the shirt together with them. The exposed wrist bones were as white as frost and snow, and her fingers were naturally curled up, revealing a pinkish-white color.

Perhaps she had just taken a shower, her cloud-like black hair slid down the edge of the couch, and the ends of her hair were still slightly damp.

The woman tilted her head slightly, revealing a face so beautiful that it could captivate everyone.

Xi Xuan had always known that his wife was a beauty. In the past, when he was out training, many cultivators had expressed their love for her, but his junior sister at that time had just smiled gently and refused.

Xixuan always knew that she was in love with him.

So after the accident in the Fairyland Secret Realm, after returning to Xihe Sect, he proposed to Su Yanmei despite the opposition of the elders of the Phoenix Clan.

They have been husband and wife for more than two hundred years.

For more than two hundred years, my wife's cultivation has not made any progress and has remained at the initial stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Back then, within the Xihe Sect, Junior Sister Su was considered a genius on par with him. Now, those less gifted than her had surpassed her one by one to become the Mountain Master of the Xihe Sect.

Thinking of his wife's words "Senior Brother" that day, Xixuan's red-gold eyes darkened.

He always has an irreparable debt to her.

He performed Taoist magic and spiritual energy surged out. The next moment, the man standing outside the window appeared beside Su Yanmei's couch.

When he leaned over, he could still smell the fragrance of his wife after bathing.

It was not the fresh and elegant jasmine scent that he usually liked, but a rather rich gardenia scent.

As if he had just noticed it, Xixuan discovered that his wife, who always wore golden undergarments, was wearing red tonight.

When Su Yanmei was still a disciple of Xihe Sect, she liked this kind of bold and bright color. Later, after going down the mountain with him, she learned that he did not like red, so she never wore it again.

There was a complex look in Xixuan's eyes, and he paused as he leaned over to hug her.

There is no doubt that she looks great in red.

but……

Was she expressing her dissatisfaction with him?

Xi Xuan didn't know much about the relationship between men and women. He maintained his leaning posture and remained there for a moment. Thinking that Su Yanmei had drunk the medicine, he finally chose to pick her up.

If his junior sister doesn't want to, he won't force her.

The soft and smooth black hair slid down her arms. When the woman was held in his arms, she was still in a daze. She vaguely felt something and subconsciously hooked her hands around his neck.

The almost weightless thin shirt fell down along her arms. She hooked her arm around him, and her snow-white skin, as white as cream, swayed before his eyes, even touching his neck.

A little cold.

His wife's beautiful face was pressed against his clothes, she was sleeping soundly, Xixuan's eyes flickered slightly.

They have been married for more than two hundred years, but they rarely have such intimate actions.

When she was still a junior sister of the Xihe Sect's disciples, she was outgoing and lively. Later, when she became his wife, she only retained the humility and steadiness of the Venerable Lady.

When the two of them were practicing together, the wife was always shy. She would even hook her arms around his neck, something she would only do to beg him when they were practicing together and on those rare occasions when she couldn't bear it anymore.

It's like a signal.

Xi Xuan was about to carry the person to the bed, but when he turned around, his eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the Taoist secret book on the ground.

Looking at the name of the book, the Taoist arts recorded in it are all advanced Taoist arts, which can only be performed by those who have reached the level of Dongxu, Mingxin and Hedao and above the level of Shenhua.

Xixuan couldn't help but hold her tighter.

Guilt surged in those red-gold pupils, like a huge wave rising in his heart, making him feel full of indebtedness when he faced his wife again.

"I'm sorry, Yan Mei."

When Xixuan put her down, he kissed her forehead and asked, "Do you regret it?"

He added, "You should regret this."

As soon as he finished speaking, when he raised his head again, he met those clear black eyes.

"Brother, I never regret anything I've done." Su Yanmei hugged his neck and looked into his dazzling golden eyes. "I don't regret it."

After all, there's no use regretting.

We can't turn back time.

We can only remedy the situation on the spot.

Xixuan also looked at her, and after a moment, he tentatively kissed her.

The cool lips pressed against hers, caressing them gently, while Su Yanmei took the initiative to stick out her tongue, pry open her lips, and began to stir up trouble.

What I saw before me were Xixuan’s extremely shocked eyes.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but those red-gold pupils seemed to be trembling.

No wonder he was shocked.

After being married for over two hundred years, the original body worshipped her beloved husband like a god, restrained her past temper, and was always shy in front of him.

Moreover, they didn't have sex often, and even their kisses were just simple kisses. Xixuan didn't know how to do it, and the original body was too embarrassed to take the initiative.

Seeing the man standing there in a daze.

Su Yanmei took the initiative to push him down. She turned over and became the master, giving Xi Xuan an order: "Brother, take off your clothes for me."

Soon, the thin shirt that had slipped off his shoulders fell to the ground, and the thin straps tied at the back of his neck and waist were also pulled open, and the bright red undergarment fell loosely on his waist and abdomen.

Although they had seen each other countless times, Xixuan blushed unconsciously.

He slightly closed his eyes, not even daring to look.

Su Yanmei was too lazy to do anything and just directed him in an orderly manner.

For a cultivator like Xi Xuan who has achieved the Dao, the temperature changes of the four seasons make no difference to him. He wears three layers of clothing all year round, regardless of whether it is hot or cold.

The golden and jade belt was torn off, and as the clothes were peeled off piece by piece, the well-defined chest was faintly visible.

Su Yanmei took the initiative to touch it.

Xi Xuan moved slowly and hadn't taken off all his clothes yet. When his palm touched the chest, his body trembled.

Before I could even be shocked, my wife leaned over...

It felt like being struck by lightning while undergoing a tribulation. The thin electric current ran through the skin, flesh, and bones, but there was no pain, only an indescribable numbness and itchiness.

Under her lingering fingertips, he was completely unable to move, as if all his spiritual energy had disappeared.

Faced with such a young man, Su Yanmei could be said to have done whatever she wanted and had a great time.

Those clear red-gold eyes were sparkling at this moment, like the surface of a lake illuminated by the afternoon sun.

The physiological reaction made Xixuan's eyes turn red, his eye sockets moist, tears oozed out, his breathing became rapid, and his golden pupils became blank.

He couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

He could only let his enchanting wife dance on him and completely control his every breath.

That night, Xixuan didn't know how many times he called her name while his mind was blank.

Immortal cultivators with high levels of cultivation like them rarely feel tired.

Su Yanmei only cared about her own comfort the whole time, but because she was good at dual cultivation, she didn't have to do much, and Xi Xuan trembled again and again, throwing away his weapons and armor, and was completely defeated.

Su Yanmei used her dual cultivation technique over and over again on Xi Xuan, a cultivator who had achieved the state of harmony with the Dao. When she woke up the next day, she felt refreshed and warm all over, as if her serious illness had been cured. Even her cultivation, which had not made any progress, seemed to have loosened up a little.

She lifted the hair that was sticking to her neck and put it behind her. Just as she was about to open the layers of golden gauze curtains and get out of bed, she suddenly found that there was another person sleeping on the bed.

"?"

For the past hundred years, Xixuan would disappear before dawn once a month as if it were a routine.

how?

Were you squeezed so hard last night that you don’t have the energy to leave?

Su Yanmei didn't bother to care about him, and didn't even look at him. She just got off the bed, pulled down the clothes hanging on the rack beside the bed, and put them on casually.

She went out and called the maid to prepare bathing supplies.

There is a natural hot spring pool behind the yard, and she plans to take a bath in it.

After she left, Xixuan opened his eyes. There was no haziness in his red-gold pupils from just waking up, only clarity.

He had actually woken up a long time ago.

But for some unknown reason, he did not leave as usual, but continued to close his eyes.

From dusk to dawn.

When his wife woke up, Xixuan suddenly remembered that when they first got married, Su Yanmei found that he was still asleep, and she approached him carefully and kissed his face.

It was a very subtle touch, almost imperceptible.

Later, he was busy with his retreat and cultivation, and he didn't see his wife often. He only had sex with his wife once a month as requested by the elders.

When it's over, he'll leave.

And when they slept together a few days ago, after waking up, his wife would always secretly look at him, and would look for a long time.

Xixuan cooperated and didn't expose it.

He thought it would be the same today.

But no.

After the Enlightenment Stage, the cultivator will possess the mind's eye, so even if he closes his eyes, he can still see everything around him clearly.

He saw his wife wake up, saw his wife ignoring him, and even saw the surprised look on his wife's face when she discovered him.

She seemed surprised that he was still here.

After that glance, she never looked at him again. She lifted the gauze curtain, put on her clothes and went out.

The wife left neatly.

Xixuan didn’t know what he felt at that moment. When he opened his eyes, he was stunned and his mind was blank for a moment.