Her snow-white robe disintegrated into flying fragments.

Under the moonlight, a body of flawless, milky white—like jade carved in purest form—was revealed.

The watery moonlight cascaded over her form, coating it as if with milk, making her skin appear even more tender and delicate, sculpted from the finest mutton-fat jade.

Li Muzhan’s last vestiges of self-control shattered instantly, transforming him into someone else entirely.

With a sweep of his hand, he sealed several of her vital pressure points. Su Yunyun immediately went limp as soft clay, utterly pliant and weak, left entirely to his disposition.

Subconsciously, the awareness of his modern self took precedence. His methods were tender; he first captured her full, cherry lips, clinging like lacquer, lingering and inseparable.

He felt as though he were plunged into a sea of fire, his body threatening to ignite.

Yet, her body was cold and refreshing. As he drew on her lips, waves of coolness pierced into his core, alleviating the sensation of burning conflagration.

It was like savoring a frozen treat in the scorching height of summer—an indescribable refreshment that compelled him to continue kissing her without pause.

In moments, her lips turned a vibrant, luscious red, plumper than before—though slightly swollen.

Her face remained stark white, devoid of any trace of blood, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.

But none of this could quench the raging desire in Li Muzhan. Although he had suppressed his urges several times before, strengthening his willpower, his spirit had suffered massive depletion.

This time, the anger had transmuted into lust, a different quality altogether; it was like gasoline catching fire, rendering water useless to extinguish it.

His willpower, though high, was like a shallow stream against this roaring inferno of desire.

…………………………..

Kissing, caressing—though consumed by the flames of desire, he proceeded with immense patience, his ministrations exquisitely gentle, awakening Su Yunyun’s passion inch by delicate inch.

Su Yunyun, who cultivated the Ice Jade Divine Art and whose heart was like ice and snow, now found her composure utterly undone, submerged involuntarily by sensation, losing all self-restraint.

The physical body forms its own totality, sometimes acting beyond the will’s command. Li Muzhan’s palms felt like fire, searing and intense, seemingly charged with an electric current that pierced straight to her core.

His lips were scorching, yet the breath he exhaled was clean and intoxicating. When he drew on her cherry lips, this fresh essence penetrated her body, suffusing her viscera, making her feel light, as if ready to ascend.

Though she fought fiercely to control her mind, her body betrayed her. In a short time, her secret haven began to bubble like a spring. Li Muzhan slowly slipped off his grey monastic robe, revealing his own body.

He appeared slender, but shedding the robe revealed a different feeling: bone and flesh perfectly balanced, neither lean nor heavy, resembling a sleek leopard—wiry and taut with power.

He slowly pressed himself upon that body of mutton-fat jade, and sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans began to rise, in waves, following the rhythm of his movements—sometimes high-pitched, sometimes deep, rising and falling like music.

Pleasure struck like lightning, instantly overwhelming Su Yunyun. She completely lost herself, driven only by the instincts of the flesh, meeting Li Muzhan’s thrusts with cries that seemed to weep and lament.

Li Muzhan felt waves of profound coolness rising from his lower regions, passing the Dantian, through the Twelve-Tiered Tower, and entering his mind—the raging fire slowly began to diminish.

He continued to drive forward, as if trying to squeeze water from a spring, desperate to gain more of that coolness.

…………………………..

Her snow-white jade body twisted and undulated, welcoming Li Muzhan’s thrusts, sometimes swift, sometimes slow, eliciting groans that varied from high to low.

Su Yunyun kept her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed with a deep crimson, her skin glistening with an alluring sheen.

Suddenly, her body seized up, emitting a high, piercing wail. She trembled once, then collapsed, weak as if her bones had dissolved into a pile of mud.

Li Muzhan also trembled, feeling a vast surge of coolness flood his mind, instantly smothering the great flames that filled the sky.

The great fire vanished abruptly. He regained his clarity and offered a bitter, self-deprecating smile.

Though consumed by desire, the core of his being remained starkly clear. He was controlled by a single impulse, as if being dragged along—unable to direct his path, yet perfectly aware, experiencing every sensation, completely enjoying Su Yunyun’s incomparably beautiful jade body.

This presented a problem. Lying upon her soft, warm, and yielding form, he began to worry privately.

Waves of coolness continued to flow relentlessly from below, coupled with a sensation of warmth, softness, and slipperiness that was exquisitely wonderful. He was reluctant to move, thoughts sparking one after another, only to be dismissed as he sought a solution.

As the cool essence flowed in, his mind grew clearer. Suddenly, a colossal black Buddha materialized in his mind’s eye, its appearance identical to the black statue he had obtained long ago.

The black Buddha stood suspended in the void, adopting a peculiar posture: legs spread wide in an eight-character stance, one hand embracing above, the other supporting below—as if holding a person—with a single pillar reaching towards the heavens from its lower regions.

In a moment of divine inspiration, he lifted Su Yunyun and maneuvered her into this exact posture. Su Yunyun, her eyes shut, her face glowing with allure, unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, her long, full thighs clamping around his waist.

Throughout this process, their bodies remained joined, and she emitted soft moans as their positions shifted.

Li Muzhan slowly corrected the alignment, focusing all his attention on recreating the posture until it matched the giant Buddha in his mind, down to the very expression on its face.

“Boom….” A clap of thunder sounded near his ears, his mind exploded, plunging into absolute darkness, black as the curtain of night. Then, in an instant, light returned, revealing the stars of the Heavenly Stems and Northern Dipper.

The seven stars of the Dipper twinkled a few times, then only the Tianshu star flared brightly, the others dimming almost to obscurity, easily missed if one didn't look closely.

It felt like an eternity, yet also a mere instant, before a blinding light erupted before his eyes, dispelling the darkness. The Northern Dipper stars vanished as well.

He woke instantly, as if surfacing from deep water; his surroundings became sharply defined.

He always felt this way when a Heart Pearl formed. Over time, the sensation would fade because he grew accustomed to it, no longer noticing the anomaly.

Suspended in the void within his mind was a golden orb, slowly revolving, casting a faint golden light.

Li Muzhan paused, unsure what this was. He looked inward, inspecting his body: it was empty. His internal energy was completely gone, and the Sarira in his Dantian had vanished too.

He narrowed his eyes and traced his awareness downward, discovering Su Yunyun.

Su Yunyun’s internal energy surged like liquid mercury, a stark contrast to before their union. Clearly, she had gained immensely from this merging; the posture of the Buddha seemed to be a dual cultivation technique.

……………………………

He tentatively circulated the Heavenly Origin Breathing Technique, and immediately, his acupoints opened like springs. Internal energy poured in torrentially. In a short while, his Heart Sea was full, the energy membrane formed, his Dantian overflowed, and vast, mighty internal power coursed through his limbs.

The speed of this recovery was heaven and earth apart from before.

He let out a sigh of relief, reassured. This golden orb in his mind, he was certain, was the Sarira—the one from his Dantian that had ascended to his mind.

The Sarira first formed because he visualized the Black Buddha; thus, the reappearance of the Black Buddha now naturally meant the Sarira had transformed. Although he didn't know the exact function of this new Sarira, he presumed it was no different from a Heart Pearl.

The previous Heart Pearl could only manifest clearly when practicing the Scripture of Observing Heaven and Human Divine Illumination; outside the diagram of that scripture, the pearl was invisible.

He slowly lowered Su Yunyun, donned his grey robe, then retrieved a jade-colored monastic robe from his pack, carefully dressing her.

Su Yunyun remained unconscious, her long lashes fluttering slightly, her breathing even and deep. The milky-white sheen of her body was now overlaid with a rosy glow, eventually concealed beneath the jade robe.

Sitting beside her, he immediately entered a trance, plunging into the Diagram of Observing Heaven and Human Divine Illumination.

The manifested form on the Jade Lotus received the shining golden pearl, which flew in to replace the original Heart Pearl, forming a golden vertical eye at the center of the manifested brow.

A sun appeared in the sky, casting brilliant rays upon the form. Fine threads of heat pierced into it, and one ray shone exceptionally bright, like a white thread descending from the sky-sun, landing directly upon the golden vertical eye.

He slowly withdrew from the diagram, stood up, and began pacing with his hands clasped behind his back.

The landscape spanning a dozen li presented itself in his mind, vivid and clear, even more animated than before, though the range of perception hadn't expanded.

It seemed the Sarira had consumed the Heart Pearl. His spiritual power hadn't increased, but its nature had fundamentally shifted. What its precise use was, and why the Heavenly Stems and Northern Dipper stars had flashed, he could only explore later.

He looked down at Su Yunyun, his brow furrowed in deep concern.

He was absolutely certain that the moment she awoke and saw him, she would fight him to the death—if she couldn't kill him, she wouldn't want to live either.

Such a fiercely passionate temper was a major liability. If she were to die because of this, the sin upon him would be immense, and his life would never know peace.

This young girl was far too ruthless. He had shown her mercy, giving her several chances to escape, yet she persisted in trying to kill him, ultimately provoking him to create this situation.

………………..

He shook his head and sighed, thoughts racing through his mind.

He surveyed her radiant face and incomparably graceful jade body, recalling the intimate scenes just moments ago. His heart stirred, but he quickly suppressed it. Such a beauty had lost her virtue to him—a mixture of shame and pride filled him.

He reached out, stroking every part of her body, leaving no area untouched, even her most private parts. His expression remained solemn, devoid of any trace of wantonness.

Afterward, he located a boulder nearly as tall as a man, wiped his right palm across it, and the stone immediately became smooth as a mirror. He lightly drew a line across it with his finger, sending fine powder scattering.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve over Su Yunyun, he vanished abruptly.

Su Yunyun slowly awoke.

She sprang upright, her eyes flashing like lightning as she surveyed her surroundings. Dawn was just breaking, and the air was exceptionally fresh.

The ground was a mess. Her expression instantly darkened. She looked down, spotting fragments of white cloth far off, and noticed she was wearing a jade-colored monastic robe.

She checked her body internally: every part felt harmonious, as if she could float away. Her internal energy surged, doubled from before, moreover, it was refined and condensed—a level beyond anything she’d known. Previously, her energy was like water; now, it was like mercury.

Her body bore no wounds, nor did she feel pain in her intimate areas. She touched her lips, and a jolt of numbness shot through her; the swelling and redness hadn't faded—Li Muzhan had forgotten to caress her mouth.

Gritting her teeth so hard they clicked, a murderous rage boiled within her; she longed to tear Li Muzhan limb from limb.

The memories of what had happened gradually surfaced. “Slap!” She suddenly struck herself across the face, a solid blow that left a red mark instantly visible on her jade skin.

She hated her own cleverness, and she hated her own shamelessness for having allowed herself to descend to that state!

A massive boulder stood before her. She raised her palm, intending to smash it, but just as her strike was about to land, she noticed writing on the stone and quickly retracted her hand to examine it.