Chapter 141 Dual Cultivation
In the underworld, where there is no moon, the candlelight flickers in the humble room. No music or song is played, yet one tastes the joys of the human world.
Her beautiful shoulder line extended out, then turned and fell, leaving behind heavy kisses on her white shoulder. However, the marks left were not as red as those reflected in the candlelight, which annoyed the man.
It's always like this.
But the King of Venom seemed to have some kind of obsession, persisting relentlessly, leaving one deep kiss after another on Shinjuku's skin, which was as white as milk and as smooth as silk, as if he wouldn't stop until he left mottled kiss marks.
In the past, even when he was blindfolded and his sensitivity was at its peak, he rarely felt his blood boil from such a kiss; he only felt a little itchy.
Perhaps it was because the image of the King of Poison losing his mind was too vivid in his mind that he felt the King of Poison's fresh breath, the thoughtful gaze that occasionally darted to him, and the heartbeat of the red plum pressing against him, all of which excited him.
His Majesty has returned.
His Majesty is right before him, in his arms, tirelessly planting moisture upon him.
Mayu couldn't help but chuckle softly.
The King of Zhen thought he was tickled by him, and what should have been a tender moment seemed to have backfired. The King of Zhen's eyes darkened, and his lips tightened, making him appear even more serious than usual.
Little did they know that Shinjuku was experiencing a simple joy that was somewhere between happiness and excitement.
Until Shinjuku wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed his soft, supple lips against him, all the murderous aura on the King of Poison vanished, and he almost couldn't even maintain his demonic energy.
"Qing'er." The murmurs were blurred between their intertwined lips and tongues, leaving no room for even a breath, like firecrackers that explode one after another.
The temperature inside the room rose rapidly.
The hands of both sides began to become restless.
Shinju was unaccustomed to being dressed in only a few strips, while King Ju was still fully clothed in a magnificent robe, making it seem perfectly appropriate for him to leave at any time to attend court. Thus, a hint of dissatisfaction and cunning flashed in Shinju's golden eyes. Using his experience as a servant for so long, he managed to remove King Ju's clothes himself without being clumsy.
The King of Zhen let him run wild, but he wasn't idle either, his gaze as deep and fierce as a beast's.
The water droplets on Mayu's deliberately wet body were traced by his slender fingers. The water droplets stopped, but his fingers did not stop...
At that moment, a fluffy, bushy tail, as if it had its own consciousness, suddenly stood up and blocked someone's hand.
The King of Poison immediately stopped what he was doing, and looked up at Shinju, only to see that he also looked completely surprised.
Shinju's hand was still on his shoulder and neck, so he tried to control his tail with his mind, but the big tail didn't obey his commands. If it didn't move, the King of Poison couldn't move, and the pleasure was stuck in a rut. So Shinju leaned close to the King of Poison's ear and whispered, "Brother, help me."
Such ambiguous words were like adding fuel to the fire. Shinju thought that the King of Poison would definitely respond forcefully. However, to his surprise, the King of Poison didn't move for a long time. When it touched the annoying brown and white tail between his legs, its movements were extremely careful, as if it were handling something fragile. He couldn't even feel the touch. It was more like it was holding his tail lightly and guiding it back to its original position.
Clearly, even after so much time has passed, the King of Zhen still harbors lingering fears about the man-eating demon tearing off his tail.
Shinju's heart was like a dying blade of grass in the desert, transplanted to warm and moist soil. Fine mist was released from time to time in the air, quenching his thirst and stimulating his will to live. It was not strong, there was no overwhelming source of life that could drown him, but rather a gentle and silent care, attention, and love.
Teach him to fall into depravity.
As one of the Ten Kings of Hell, an emperor of a nation, and the supreme ruler, Zhen Su, though a mere cultivator and a former prodigy, naturally dispelled any illusions about imperial power, was now being so humbled and treated with such tender care. His heart pounded, and he was deeply moved, unable to calm down for a long time. All barriers seemed to vanish; he surrendered himself completely, and the King of Poison accepted him wholeheartedly.
The room, shrouded in black mist, was completely airtight. Sweat beaded on the foreheads and temples of both men, dripping onto their bodies. The light shone on them, refracting a silvery sheen that made their sharply defined muscles appear even more beautiful.
In the heat of their emotions, the two were so passionate that they almost melted together, but no one paid any attention to it.
After a fierce and intimate battle, Shinju's breathing gradually calmed down, and the flush on his cheeks faded. Staring at the back muscles that undulated slightly with the ten-petaled lotus tattoo, he traced the enchanting and intricate flower center with his fingertips, which made the still panting King of the Poison turn around and glance at him sideways.
Upon being glanced at like that, Masakatsu suddenly realized that he had forgotten his important business and couldn't help but exclaim "Ah!"
The King of Poison finally came to his full senses from the afterglow, lazily turned over and glanced at Shinjuku, his dark eyes filled with confusion.
Shinju looked annoyed and said, "We forgot about dual cultivation..."
Upon hearing this, the King of Poison was unusually speechless: "..."
Dual cultivation and ordinary sexual pleasure are not the same thing and cannot be compared. Dual cultivation requires the use of specific techniques, targets specific acupoints, and involves the sorting, purification, transmission, and fusion of spiritual energy and essence. Although sexual intercourse also requires skill, it is far less complex and requires less focus than dual cultivation.
Since the Three Corpses were fully formed, Zhen Su's Yin energy and cultivation level had surged dramatically, and the true energy within his body was in complete disarray. He had never had time to meditate and regulate it. If he succeeded in dual cultivation, he would likely advance to another level compared to regulating and absorbing it alone.
Having remembered this important matter, the two exchanged glances and, following the dual cultivation techniques in their minds, sat face to face, knee to knee, and began to meditate.
For cultivators, channeling spiritual energy is as natural as breathing, ingrained in their very being. Channeling itself isn't difficult, but to maximize its effectiveness, one cannot simply bury oneself in channeling it. Zhen Su almost channeled it all at once due to habit, but fortunately, he realized in time that he was still engaged in dual cultivation, so he stopped and turned to look at the Poison King.
In the past, no matter how hard he tried, Shinju's divine sense could not penetrate the King of Zhen's royal purple aura. But now, when he touched a certain acupoint or meridian node of the King of Zhen with his fingertip, the crimson purple aura would subtly fluctuate, as if dust was being stirred up.
Feeling intrigued, Shinjuku began to move around the various acupoints, assisting in combing while trying to wipe away the purplish-red color in an attempt to see the true color underneath.
Someone was having a great time, but it was the Poison King who suffered.
This was nothing short of teasing, and each purification would vibrate the spiritual energy within the Poison King's body, making it thinner and purer. The pleasure at the moment the impurities were removed far surpassed countless others, and far surpassed purification alone. In the past, it might have taken hundreds of vibrations, but during dual cultivation, it was twice as effective, requiring only a few vibrations to achieve complete purification. Thus, the pleasure increased from a hundred to one, piling up and expanding in an instant. Even the Poison King, with his astonishing endurance, was still aroused to shudder.
"Qing'er..." Stop.
The King of Poison focused his mind and tried his best to suppress the spread of pleasure, desperately wanting to make Masukuni stop, but faced with Masukuni's innocent and adorable expression, he ultimately did not finish his sentence.
However, this was just an appetizer; the real "cruelty" was the main course that followed – fusion.
After spiritual energy enters different people's bodies, the routes it travels are roughly the same, but the quality of the true energy it transforms into is very different. Most of them will carry "personal characteristics", and this difference comes from the differences in people's physique, cultivation level, golden core or nascent soul, etc.
The greater the difference in the vital energy between people, the more difficult it is to integrate them, the more obstacles need to be overcome, and the more times the integration is required to overcome them.
The King of Poison is not afraid of difficulties, but of things not being difficult.
Ironically, despite the vast difference in their cultivation levels—one at the Golden Core stage, the other at the Nascent Soul stage—and the difference in their demonic energy, though both possessing it, the degree varied greatly. One had been reduced to only two petals by the ghost silver, while the other still had ten. Furthermore, one possessed a True Immortal Body and a Pseudo-Yin Body, while the other had a Dragon Scorpion Body. Therefore, normally, their true energies should have been vastly different. Yet, in reality, perhaps due to the Nascent Soul being Yin and the True Immortal Body being Yang, their true energies were strangely compatible!
Thus, their fusion was equivalent to a hundred times; the cleansing and penetration of their true energy nearly shattered their souls, drawing their inner dantian away, leaving a blank slate, incapable of any thought. The overwhelming feeling sent a chill down their spine, as if they were no longer themselves, feeling as if their brains were about to break down.
That's absolutely terrifying!
However, if they were to stop at this moment, their true energy would flow backward, and they would not only suffer from qi deviation but would also become demonic. As the demonic energy intensifies, they might transform into demonic beings at any moment, making it impossible for them to maintain their rationality and thus go completely mad.
Who would have thought that a simple dual cultivation practice would be even more dangerous than the great battle before?
Zhen Su initially didn't notice anything amiss. At this moment, the strength of his True Immortal Body became apparent. Although he felt light and ethereal, he was always wary of this sensation that threatened to impact his sub-Netherworld level. Having endured years of suffering from the excruciating pain caused by poison, his first instinct in this situation was to use all his strength to resist and control it. And he did indeed resist it, his mind remaining perfectly clear.
The King of Poison was not without resistance, but its physique and experience were still lacking compared to Shinju. Fortunately, Shinju was conscious and quickly noticed that something was wrong with the King of Poison.
Just as a surge in spiritual energy could cause a cultivator to explode and die, Zhen Su could see a glaring crimson beneath the purplish-red, a sign of leaking meridians! Zhen Su immediately panicked and hurriedly transferred the poison into the body of the Zhen King, forming a knot to block all the gaps in the meridians. He then fed the Zhen King two medicinal stones formed from condensed yang energy mouth-to-mouth, working hard to relieve the Zhen King's unreleased essence.
"Brother, Zhenmo, look at me, look at me." Zhenshu patted Zhenwang's face and called out.
As the essence was released, the true energy within the body gradually stabilized, and the Poison King slowly regained his senses, his scattered gaze refocusing on the face of the True Lord.
"Qing'er." A deep, magnetic voice came from his lips.
Seeing this, Zhen Su breathed a sigh of relief, his golden eyes glistening with tears, and said regretfully, "Brother, we'll never cultivate together again, Qing'er was wrong!"
But then he heard the King of Poison say, "No."
Masakatsu couldn't help but look surprised: "??"
The King of Poison placed his hand on Zhen Su's dantian, "Qing'er has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage."
Shinjuku exclaimed "Ah!" and after a quick internal inspection, he was astonished: "It really is?!"
He actually broke through to the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop!!
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Author's note: Please, please let me post this normally. [Hands clasped in prayer]
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