Chapter 76 Blasphemy 25. It is Shen Xiangjun.
The two sat on the couch, already very close because Chu Shenxiang was guiding them. When Shen Mingxin climbed up, the already small distance between them instantly became even smaller and narrower.
The world seemed to shrink suddenly in that instant.
Shen Mingxin's warm, soft skin, her sweet and gentle breath, and her lips and tongue, as red and slightly swollen as peach petals, suddenly overwhelmed Chu Shenxiang's five senses.
For a moment, Chu Shenxiang genuinely thought that Shen Mingxin had kissed her.
But it didn't happen.
The lips and tongue stopped just inches away, their breath quick and hot.
"Is it really done, brother..."
Shen Mingxin seemed genuinely confused, her phoenix eyes moist as she softly asked.
If it weren't for the trembling fingers gripping his clothes, and the fact that the heat and dampness beneath the red robes had been exposed to his divine sense, Chu Shenxiang would have truly believed the sincere and innocent appearance of the person before him.
"Quickly, give me a kiss!"
The human voice cried out even louder: "Shen Mingxin clearly wants to kiss you, but he doesn't dare, so he can only seduce you like this. Kiss him quickly, he'll definitely be happy!"
"Blinded by lust."
Chu Shenxiang coldly swept her gaze across human nature, then withdrew her attention, no longer concerning herself with her spiritual sea. She merely lowered her eyes slightly, looked at Shen Mingxin, and whispered, "It's done. Is there anything that's uncomfortable? If so..."
His gaze darkened slightly: "Then he opened his mouth and let his sworn brother see."
Aside from a private unease, Shen Mingxin felt no discomfort whatsoever. However, upon hearing Chu Shenxiang's words, he still tilted his head slightly and exposed his soft, moist lips and tongue to her.
Chu Shenxiang raised her hand to examine and inspect.
The tip of the tongue was exposed outside the mouth, feeling a bit cold, and it trembled and shrank pitifully, but dared not move.
Shen Mingxin was the one who had become the innate master, but for some reason, Chu Shenxiang, who was looking at the scene in front of her, felt a slight sweetness in her mouth and her tongue was moistened.
He swallowed hard, his voice barely audible and hoarse: "It's nothing, I'll get used to it."
“But…it seems we can’t stop, brother,” Shen Mingxin’s eyes trembled slightly as he gazed into Chu Shenxiang’s eyes, “This innate essence keeps flowing out, I can’t control it…”
As he spoke, his lips parted slightly more.
His adopted brother was trying desperately to hide his desires, yet he couldn't help but expose them again and again. It was clumsy, yet utterly endearing. However, if this desire couldn't be distinguished as love or lust, then it became more hateful than endearing.
Chu Shenxiang's dark blue pupils deepened.
He sighed silently, then lowered his face and said to those lips that were so close, "Brother will help you."
Such a beauty, entwined and seductive, sitting in my lap, leaning against my chest, so vibrant and alluring, so intoxicating and mesmerizing—who could resist? Chu Shenxiang knew she could before, but now, facing Shen Mingxin, she couldn't.
He finally kissed her, opening his lips and tongue, carefully nibbling at her warm, soft flesh, savoring its sweetness.
Shen Mingxin seemed stunned.
His back was stiff, his expression dazed, and he couldn't react at all. He just maintained that posture, his face upturned, his lips and tongue parted, obediently accepting the restrained yet extremely erotic slow caress, as if this time it was not Chu Shenxiang who had become a stone statue, but him.
Chu Shenxiang kissed for only a moment, and then she had the illusion that she was about to be drawn into that wonderful place.
He dared not indulge, but only bit the tip of that soft, wet tongue again and sucked hard before retreating with a watery glint in his eyes.
"It's ready..."
Chu Shenxiang released Shen Mingxin and said, "Remember to practice your internal energy more often this week. If nothing unexpected happens, the divine embryo will be refined in ten days at most, and your abdomen will naturally recover."
Shen Mingxin was still in a daze, sitting there blankly, her eyes fixed on Chu Shenxiang's face, unwilling to look away for even a moment.
Seeing this, Chu Shenxiang patted his head, cleaned him up with a gentle breeze, then got up and left the bed, her figure disappearing.
The figure chasing him suddenly disappeared from his sight. Shen Mingxin's pupils twitched, and he finally came to his senses.
He blinked in disbelief, then quickly reached out with both hands, one to cover the lips and tongue above, and the other to suppress the movement beneath the red robe. Only after doing this did he relax, slumping down and kneeling on the couch, trembling violently as if released from restraint.
Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, covering her red dress and snow-white neck, and fine beads of sweat seeped out again, soaking her vibrant face.
"Look how happy he is."
Human nature.
Chu Shenxiang concealed herself and stood by the bed. If she wished, she could lift Shen Mingxin's trembling hair with a slight lift of her finger.
But he didn't. He just lowered his eyes and stared quietly at Shen Mingxin's waist, which trembled like a soft snake.
“He’s masturbating,” he said.
“His desires are too strong, and his body and soul are more sensitive than ordinary people. In the long run, this is not a good thing,” Chu Shenxiang said. “I suspected before that it was the influence of the incense seed of the Spring Mountain Duke, or that he had too many fantasies and was vaguely connected with me and influenced by me, but I just investigated and found that it was neither of these.”
"He seems to be born that way, which is also eccentric."
Humanity said, "This sounds like something out of a pornographic novel, but anyway, it's a good thing for you, right? Don't worry about the deficit; with you here, there's nothing to worry about. Besides, he's now learned the method of refining the divine embryo. Once the divine embryo is refined, he'll be considered a cultivator, right? Although there's no cultivation here..."
“Only animals, not humans, can be completely bound by desire,” Chu Shenxiang said.
“Oh, I know, you’re worried that his obsession with you is just a passing fancy and won’t last,” Humanity crossed his legs. “So, you’re going to shut down his fantasies about you, separate from him for a while, and let him think things through?”
Chu Shenxiang turned her gaze slightly to it: "Love and desire are inseparable. I just hope that he can distinguish between them and not be dominated by desire, so as not to make him confused and disoriented, rather than to make him clearly distinguish between them."
Humanity asked, "Then what do you intend to do?"
“Take it slow,” Chu Shenxiang said. “Right now, he wants what he desires, so I will grant his desires. Later, if he wants anything else, there will be a future for him. These things are not that complicated.”
"What if he wants freedom," a human perspective reveals, "and wants to leave you?"
Chu Shenxiang glanced at it but didn't answer.
"Tsk, hypocritical, but really wicked."
Human nature knew the answer, spat at him, made a face, turned away, and said nothing more.
The commotion within the spiritual sea subsided.
This signifies the end of today's internal struggle between Shen Mingxin's left and right brains.
Chu Shenxiang didn't know what his symptoms were called in this world, but in his previous modern society, they would probably be considered a split personality.
Chu Shenxiang stood by the couch for a while longer, and only after Shen Mingxin finished did she slowly turn around, take a step, and enter the statue in the front hall.
The world around her was quiet, her vision was clear, but Chu Shenxiang's heart was far from calm.
Some thoughts that had long been buried in my heart began to swell and clamor, determined to sprout.
He raised his eyes and, through the layers of obstruction, looked once more at Shen Mingxin, who was regaining her composure, sitting up again, sitting cross-legged, concentrating, and gritting her teeth as she continued to circulate the refining technique.
“Cultivator, immortal cultivator…”
Perhaps, this really is a path?
Two hundred years ago, war broke out, and gods and demons were born.
Mortals, relying solely on weapons, cannot survive between gods and demons. The fundamental reason is that this world has changed; the extraordinary have emerged, and mortals are powerless to resist.
Even the most powerful mortal martial artists, who are said to be able to fight demons, can only kill extremely weak demons. When faced with great demons and evil gods, they have to surrender.
People dig out their hearts to seek divine intervention and cut out their flesh to consult the oracle, not because they want to do so, but because they have no other choice.
But what if there were such a path?
Demons are endless, gods are merciless, and mortals can only rely on themselves. If there were a path to cultivate a divine embryo, break the shackles of heaven and earth, and wield power sufficient to fight against gods and demons, what would the future hold?
Chu Shenxiang had no answer, but for countless ordinary people, things couldn't be worse than they are now.
In the past, Chu Shenxiang only dared to fantasize about it but could not try it. Now, by a twist of fate, Shen Mingxin's essence was drawn by the evil god, causing him to condense a divine embryo. Under his guidance, he successfully refined his spirit...
Perhaps, this really is a path.
A road that no one has ever traveled before.
Chu Shenxiang stared into the void, as if looking at a vast wilderness, or as if looking at a deep abyss.
He stood before the wilderness, at the edge of the abyss, his foot raised, about to fall.
No one understood better than him what taking this step meant. He was already a god; there was absolutely no need for him to do so. In fact, if humanity flourished, the divine would inevitably weaken, and the worship of gods would decline or even cease altogether, which would be a dead end for him.
But……
"Chu Shenxiang, I don't like you. You used to be a good-for-nothing, and now you're a coward."
"No need for honorifics, you can call me Chu Shenxiang. Since you have seen my past, you know that I was once a mortal."
"There is always a first in everything. So many people have dared to be the first in the past, so why shouldn't I be afraid?"
"God of the Divine Xiang, this old woman has no other request but that you protect my children. I kowtow to you here..."
"With the protection of the goddess Xiangjun, we will surely find a safe haven, we will surely survive, we will surely..."
"You can kill me, but you can't destroy Shenxiangjun! You can't! You can't!"
"It's Shenxiangjun! Shenxiangjun has appeared! Shenxiangjun has come to save us!"
"Shen Xiangjun..."
"Shen Xiangjun..."
"Shen Xiangjun!"
In a daze, a pair of withered, branch-like hands reached out from the group of refugees who were moving forward like dried corpses, and laboriously lifted up the small stone statue.
"It's Shen Xiangjun."
As the man recited, a faint light shone from his lifeless eyes.
Not for gods, but for hope.
His eyes closed silently.
Two hundred years later, Chu Shenxiang tasted her own tears again. Salty, astringent, and bitter, just as before.
He was no different from before.
He is a god, the Goddess of Xiang, and also a human, the Goddess of Chu.
The foot that had been dangling in the air finally landed.
The wilderness and abyss before him vanished in an instant, leaving only the slowly emerging method of refining the spirit, like a sky full of stars, surrounding him.
"...We should at least give it a try."
Silently sitting cross-legged, Chu Shenxiang suppressed the surging emotions she hadn't felt in a long time, concentrated her mind and breath, and plucked several stars from the sky.
He began to analyze and refine this method of cultivating the spirit.
Creating a true martial art is easy to say, but in reality, even for a god, it is extremely difficult.
Taking Shen Mingxin's example today, to succeed in this technique, at least two key issues must be resolved: first, condensing the divine embryo, and second, refining the divine embryo.
Both of these methods, whether it's the method for condensing a divine embryo or simulating the interaction between heaven and earth, have many flaws and cannot be widely adopted. Ordinary mortals cannot do it without the help of a deity like him.
As night deepened in the mountains, the moon's shadow moved.
Chu Shenxiang hid behind the statue, immersed in the evolution of her cultivation technique, while Shen Mingxin sat upright on the couch, calmly refining the energy of her divine embryo.
This harmonious tranquility lasted all night until it was broken by the commotion at the foot of the mountain early the next morning.
Chu Shenxiang sensed something and woke up from her meditation. Seeing that Shen Mingxin was still circulating his energy, she set up a soundproofing spell to isolate herself from external disturbances.
The soundproofing was set up in no time, and three figures appeared in front of the temple. These were none other than the three disciples of the National Preceptor of the Divine Illumination Kingdom.
They were instructed by the National Preceptor, or rather, the Celestial Venerable Xu, along with the Spring Mountain Lord and Shenchou, to go up the mountain and enter the temple to appease and win over the God of Chu and Xiang.
"It was all a misunderstanding that day, please don't take offense, Divine Xiangjun. With your divine power, why would you want to remain in a corner of the world? The Imperial Preceptor intends to invite you to join Shenzhao, to share the incense offerings and the throne with Venerable Xutian. In the future, when Shenzhao unifies the nine provinces, you will have made a great contribution, and obtaining a divine decree from heaven and earth will be a piece of cake..."
The three of them spoke eloquently and seemed exceptionally sincere.
But Chu Shenxiang ignored it.
He only confirmed one thing from the attitudes of these three people: their willingness to lower themselves and feign compliance showed that Xu Ming, as the puppet of the Divine Illumination Kingdom's Grand Preceptor, was indeed unable to touch him. He was also stalling for time, waiting for something.
This was exactly what he wanted.
"I will consider it."
Chu Shenxiang, impatient to listen any longer, dismissed the three with a curt "I'll consider it," leaving no room for argument. The three were clearly resentful, but dared not show it and could only leave quickly.
Chu Shenxiang smiled silently, already having made her plans.
Shen Mingxin usually appears to be a lazy person who has no interest in his family business, but now that he is cultivating, he shows a fierce determination in his bones. Since entering meditation last night, he has been focusing on his cultivation without stopping for a moment, showing a posture of not sleeping or resting.
Chu Shenxiang let him be for a while, but by noon, seeing that he still wasn't stopping, she finally sighed helplessly and woke him up when his cycle ended: "You're just starting out in cultivation, far from reaching the level of fasting, why aren't you getting up?"
Shen Ming was startled. When he opened his eyes, he was dazed for a moment before saying, "It's already dawn... The feeling of refining the divine embryo is really strange. I've lost track of time without realizing it, and I don't feel any hunger or thirst..."
Before he could finish speaking, a loud rumbling sound came from his stomach.
Shen Mingxin's face immediately turned red: "I..."
Helpless, Chu Shenxiang slightly raised her hand, conjuring a set of table and chairs. As soon as the table and chairs were in place, plates of fresh fruit and pastries, along with coarse grains and fish, appeared out of thin air on them.
"Come down for dinner."
Chu Shenxiang Road.
"These are..."
Shen Mingxin asked in surprise as she got off the bed.
"Offerings," Chu Shenxiang said.
A night and a half passed, and Shen Mingxin's strangely swollen belly had shrunk considerably, only slightly bulging, like a woman three or four months pregnant, which, when covered by her wide-sleeved red robe, no longer seemed to matter.
At least it doesn't hurt or hurt, and I don't need to be helped up.
Chu Shenxiang did not help him up.
Shen Mingxin sat down at the table, feeling utterly alone, unsure whether to be happy or sad. She could only continue by asking, "Will it be alright if I eat all this...?"
Chu Shenxiang assumed Shen Mingxin was worried the offerings had been sitting for too long, so she explained, "They were brought up the mountain by people from Yuejia Village today, they're still fresh." She paused, then added, "If they don't suit your taste, there are wild rabbits and pheasants in the mountains during the day, I can..."
“That’s not true,” Shen Mingxin said hastily, unwilling to let Chu Shenxiang go and catch chickens and slaughter rabbits for him. “These are my brother’s offerings, and in principle, I shouldn’t eat them…”
Chu Shenxiang didn't expect that this was what Shen Mingxin was worried about. This was nothing like the audacious young master Shen who dared to ask for a kiss with such a clumsy excuse last night.
“I treated you to a meal, how could that be considered stealing food?” he said. “Now you know you’re afraid of me?”
Shen Mingxin felt that the deity's words had a hidden meaning, but he dared not think too much about it, for fear that he would lose control and become a piece of meat specially kept in those Taoist temples and monasteries, only for the deities to satisfy their lustful desires.
His delusions... cannot be satisfied with just this.
Shen Mingxin stopped refusing and started eating obediently. Chu Shenxiang, unaware of his thoughts, was relieved to see him eating so well and inquired about Shen Mingxin's refining progress.
Shen Mingxin answered each question, and Chu Shenxiang listened and deduced as she spoke, offering him guidance and making some adjustments.
Shen Mingxin studied diligently, and at the end, he asked in a low voice, "Brother, if I ever encounter someone who has inadvertently formed a divine embryo, may I pass this method on to them? Every life saved is a life saved..."
“No need,” Chu Shenxiang said. “Once this method is completed, everyone in the world will be able to learn it in the future. This is cultivation.”
Shen Mingxin was taken aback: "Cultivation?"
Chu Shenxiang nodded: "I didn't have the chance to try it before, but now that you've succeeded, it proves that this method is not just wishful thinking. I will do my best to perfect this method and turn it into a cultivation technique so that all mortals can refine their spirit and break through the void, becoming as powerful as gods and demons."
Shen Mingxin stared blankly at Chu Shenxiang as if she were listening to a fairy tale.
Can a mortal cultivate to rival gods and demons?
Is this really not a dream?
“But,” Shen Mingxin immediately thought of the most crucial point, “this method must be very difficult to complete, right? Moreover, if you really do this, brother, you will naturally have immeasurable merit for the mortals, but for the gods, you will probably be the target of everyone’s hatred. If the human way prospers, the divine way may very well become extinct in the future. The hearts of mortals are unpredictable. Even if you are admired by mortals for a while, you will eventually be overthrown in the future.”
“I admire your actions, but they are entirely detrimental to you, brother.”
Chu Shenxiang had not expected Shen Mingxin to say such a thing.
Even when faced with a cultivation technique capable of overthrowing the rule of gods and demons, he was still worried about his future.
Chu Shenxiang felt a warmth in her heart and said, "It's alright. Since you've decided to do it, I will naturally accept the outcome."
"Can……"
"Your cultivation technique is not yet complete, why think so much?" Chu Shenxiang raised her finger and stroked Shen Mingxin's head. "The divine path will not be severed soon. I am not heavily dependent on incense offerings, so I will live for a long time. If Mingxin is willing to make offerings, then he will surely protect you for the rest of your life, until your death. There is no need to worry."
“Mingxin is willing!” Shen Mingxin looked up eagerly, his dashing eyes shining brightly. “Mingxin is willing to support you for life and for all eternity! But… elder brother shouldn’t do this.”
"What should it be like?" Chu Shenxiang looked down at him. "Sitting high on the altar, standing alone beyond the sky, without sorrow or joy, without heart or emotion, looking down on all living beings, never changing color because of ants."
"That would be good for God, but not good enough for Chu Shenxiang."
Shen Mingxin's teeth chattered, unsure of what to say.
He gazed at the gods.
Compared to the powerful, majestic, and magnificent presence on the long street yesterday morning, He showed no divine brilliance, nor did He move mountains or overturn seas. He was not even in a shrine or on an altar. He was just like an ordinary person, sitting quietly at a table.
But it was precisely this kind of deity that made Shen Mingxin truly understand for the first time what a god is.
That is not a god of the world, but a god of the heart.
A sudden thought flashed through his mind: if Chu Shenxiang were to speak now, call his name, even without saying anything else, he would surely bow his head in ecstasy, willingly becoming her flesh. All his misery and delusions would be cast aside, ignored and forgotten.
Even if he were willing, why would He accept it?
He is such a wonderful goddess...
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