Outside, as Ye Qingyun's eyes fluttered open to find Gu Qingrao's flawless face hovering inches from his own. A rare flicker of worry softened her normally icy features.
"Old Ancestor, how is it?" she asked at once, her gaze darting to her sleeping brother on the carpet.
"Success," Ye Qingyun replied. "Gu Yuan is still absorbing the soul energy. He will remain in deep sleep for some time."
Relief washed over her. A small, genuine smile curved her lips as she imagined her brother living a normal life.
"Xiao Raoer," Ye Qingyun's voice dropped, thick with hunger, "you gave your word."
Gu Qingrao straightened, composure returning like frost over a lake. "Xiao Raoer will keep her promise."
Gu Qingrao nodded slightly, her cold, jade-like countenance returning to its usual indifference.
Even though she would Cultivate with the Old Ancestor later, while there was some shyness in her heart, it didn't cause much of a ripple.
After all, the Legacy Cultivation Technique of Wangchen Mountain was inherently designed to make one's heart as pure as ice, casting aside superfluous emotions.
It was only because Gu Qingrao valued familial affection; otherwise, her emotions wouldn't have been so easily stirred.
It was only because Wangchen Mountain produced such an anomaly as Ye Qingyun; otherwise, every Goddess of Wangchen Mountain would remain a virgin until her death.
"Follow me to the bedchamber."
Ye Qingyun stood up and walked towards the bedchamber.
He was already impatient to taste her alluring, ice-skinned, jade-boned body.
Gu Qingrao silently followed behind him.
She did not bring Gu Yuan but left him lying on the soft carpet.
Even if her state of mind was detached, she didn't want anyone around to hear her and the Old Ancestor's intimate moments.
Even if that person was her younger brother.
Inside the bedchamber.
The two arrived there.
Ye Qingyun looked intently at Gu Qingrao, whose skin was as white as snow, like a cold, ethereal Fairy.
On the soft couch, Gu Qingrao seemed to recall something and said in a very serious tone, "Old Ancestor, Xiao Raoer cannot conceive for you."
If outsiders knew that the Goddess of Wangchen Mountain was pregnant, it would certainly damage the reputation of Wangchen Mountain.
"...Understood," Ye Qingyun said with a hint of regret.
Although he didn't need offspring, he really wanted to see the Goddess of Wangchen Mountain with a bulging belly. But seeing the seriousness in her starry eyes, he didn't refuse.
After all, he also had deep affection for Wangchen Mountain, which had adopted him.
Even though he was now doing things that would make the Ancestral Master climb out of her grave in anger.
She lifted the restriction that sealed her body. The air between them thickened.
Ye Qingyun stepped close, hands sliding over the cool silk. He peeled the gauze from her shoulders, revealing pale breasts tipped with soft pink. His mouth claimed one nipple, sucking hard until it stiffened against his tongue. Gu Qingrao drew a sharp breath, fingers threading through his hair.
He lifted her onto the wide couch. Fabric whispered to the floor. Naked, she lay back, legs parting of their own accord. Ye Qingyun stripped quickly, his thick cock already rigid and flushed. He knelt between her thighs, spreading her folds with two fingers. Her pussy glistened, cool yet slick. He lowered his head and licked a slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, then sealed his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked.
Gu Qingrao's hips jerked. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her. He pushed two fingers inside her tight channel, curling them against the spot that made her walls flutter. Her icy composure cracked further with every stroke.
When she was dripping and trembling, he rose over her. The head of his cock nudged her entrance. With one smooth thrust he buried himself to the hilt. Gu Qingrao gasped, back arching. He began to move—long, deep strokes that rocked her body against the cushions.
Her legs wrapped around his waist. Each thrust sent wet sounds echoing through the chamber. Ye Qingyun fucked her steadily, sweat beading on his brow, while she clung to him with quiet desperation. He bent to kiss her throat, then bit lightly at the junction of neck and shoulder.
"Xiao Raoer," he groaned against her skin, "so tight… so perfect."
She answered only with soft, broken sounds, her usual detachment melting under the relentless rhythm. He shifted angle, grinding against her clit with every stroke until her thighs shook. Her orgasm hit suddenly; her pussy clamped down hard, pulsing around his cock. Ye Qingyun thrust through it, chasing his own release.
With a low growl he pulled out at the last moment, stroking himself twice before thick ropes of cum painted her flat belly and the undersides of her breasts. He watched the pearly fluid slide over her pale skin, breathing hard.
They rested briefly, then began again. He took her from behind, hands gripping her hips as he drove into her soaked pussy. Later she straddled him, riding with slow rolls of her hips while he thumbed her clit. Each time he neared climax he withdrew, spilling across her skin rather than inside.
By dawn, Gu Qingrao's body bore the evidence of their night: faint red marks on her breasts and thighs, dried streaks of his seed on her stomach, and a faint flush that refused to fade.
She rose first, donning a fresh white gauze dress. Barefoot, she stepped out of the bedchamber, the cool stone floor against her soles a quiet reminder of everything that had passed. Her cheeks remained pink as she recalled the Old Ancestor's vigor and the way he had used her body until the first light of morning.
"The Old Ancestor is truly full of vigor,"
Thinking of last's events,Gu Qingrao's jade-like countenance grew even redder.
Immediately, she activated the Heart-Clearing Art, dispelling the thoughts in her mind, and once again returned to her former appearance as a cold, ethereal Fairy.
She walked barefoot into the main hall, took the still-sleeping Gu Yuan, and left the place.
Inside the bedchamber.
Ye Qingyun lay languidly on the soft couch, even still savoring Gu Qingrao's ice-cold, snow-like skin.
"You have forgotten all of your master's teachings now," a cold female voice echoed in the bedchamber.
Hearing the voice, Ye Qingyun showed no surprise and casually said, "Senior Sister, I naturally haven't forgotten my master's teachings; it's just that I'm a bit more playful now."
"Heh..."
A Fairy, clad in a thin gauze dress, emerged from a white jade bi within the bedchamber.
Her skin was like snow, exuding an alluring luster, and her exquisitely beautiful face was filled with a coldness identical to Gu Qingrao's.
If an outsider were present, they would surely recognize her as Zhao Qingyin, the Goddess of Wangchen Mountain who had disappeared from public view four hundred years ago.
Ye Qingyun turned to look at this Fairy, his eyes calm.
This Fairy, whom he called Senior Sister, was precisely Zhao Qingyin, the Goddess of Wangchen Mountain from the two previous generations.
However, four hundred years ago, she had already been brought into the bedchamber by him to Cultivate daily.
Although they were already extremely familiar with each other, Zhao Qingyin still somewhat disliked his wanton play with this generation's Divine Maiden.
"It was bad enough that you laid hands on me and Ziyan; I didn't expect you to lay hands on this generation's Divine Maiden as well."
"Moreover, you have also Cultivated Demonic Technique. If word gets out, the reputation of Wangchen Mountain will be completely ruined by you."
Zhao Qingyin's gaze was cold, feeling somewhat frustrated.
He was clearly the most talented of his generation, yet he treated the sect's Legacy Cultivation Technique as a secondary practice and that forbidden Demonic Technique as his main one.
"Senior Sister, I am not suited for the Dust-Forgetting Heavenly Art's state of mind, and it's also the Demonic Technique that has allowed my Cultivation to advance so quickly in this Era of Dharma Decline."
Ye Qingyun was unconcerned about his Cultivation of Demonic Technique.
His Demonic Technique, named Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, was a purple System reward obtained after killing the first Child of Destiny.
The Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art allowed him to devour various Origins to grow, which led him to the Early Stage of the Saint King realm in this Era of Dharma Decline.
Indeed, if it weren't for the distant Dao and scarce Spiritual Qi in the current Era of Dharma Decline, his Cultivation would definitely be far beyond this.
Zhao Qingyin opened her mouth, unsure of what to say.
She knew that Ye Qingyun had been restless since childhood, but she truly hadn't expected him to Cultivate a Demonic Technique.
And it was the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, which was called forbidden.
If the outside world knew, Wangchen Mountain would surely be targeted by many forces.
"Senior Sister, no one will know." Ye Qingyun naturally knew why his Senior Sister opposed his Cultivation of the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art.
She feared that he would be discovered and implicate Wangchen Mountain.
On this point, Ye Qingyun was not worried at all.
The secret art of the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art gave him enough confidence.
"Alas, forget it. You won't listen to me anyway..." Zhao Qingyin's face showed helplessness.
She could only silently pray that he wouldn't be discovered by outsiders.
"Senior Sister, since you're out, let's Cultivate for a while. Your Cultivation should be close to Breakthrough to Peak Saint, right?"
Looking at Zhao Qingyin's cold, ethereal face, a flicker of desire flashed in Ye Qingyun's eyes.
Although he had been playing for so many years, he still liked his Senior Sister the most.
"Mhm..."
Zhao Qingyin nodded calmly and stepped onto the soft couch.
She showed no shyness; after such a long time, she had long since become accustomed to it.
Furthermore, she could even advance her Cultivation through this, which she considered a form of Cultivation... Three months later.
Wangchen Mountain, on the peak where successive Divine Maidens resided.
"Mhm..."
Inside the room, a young man in a Daoist robe, lying on the bed, gradually regained consciousness.
"Am I Lin Chen? No, I am Gu Yuan..."
Gu Yuan clutched his head with a pained expression, feeling countless memory fragments surging into his mind.
After an unknown period, he finally lowered his hand from his head.
"Yuan'er!"
At this moment, a voice tinged with surprise reached his ears.
(End of Chapter)