"A'Xu, it's time." The casualness with which Xinzi uttered these words sapped what little confidence Chun Xu had left—confidence she used to keep up this semblance of composure. One would be hard pressed to find a situation where the Sword Fairy struggled between hesitation and helplessness. Alas, this clearly was one such time. On the one hand, Chun Xu wished to set all the White Immortal sect and Dong-Zi clan plots aside to focus on Xinzi. Yet, on the other hand, she had to consider the consequences of defiance. Few could challenge Zi Yao's desires and avoid disasters.
While Chun Xu surrendered to doubt, Xinzi's smile stayed unchanged. As if the emotional mask that the Sword Fairy set up couldn't hide anything from his eagle eyes, the monk seemed to read through his partner like an open book—taking in all of her fears with a disturbing amusement.
"You seem oddly confident for someone who has been paired with me. Are you not afraid that I will lead you into the same hell as Xia Hu?" Chun Xu mustered her courage and probed Xinzi's thoughts.
"Hell is my backyard. And it's Xiao Hu now," Xinzi said, stumping Chun Xu who didn't expect him to so readily welcome the implications of her words.
"What do you plan to do with her?"
"Wouldn't you want to know? Curiosity, A'Xu, is the type of ugly trait that I can't help but fancy. Careful though, I already have enough trouble keeping myself in check. If you keep pushing me, I might not be able to hold on for much longer. Only the Golden Lotus knows what would happen then. I plead guilty in advance."
"Rude and despicable monk." As the exchange went on, the Sword Fairy relaxed. On the contrary, concealed by a talisman, a certain fem watched this with trembling fists. Xinzi didn't take note of that person and, sensing that the Sword Fairy loosened up, the monk pressed on.
"I predict that someone will not be able to hold their cravings in and will take their clothes off. I doubly predict that that someone will be you. So how about we have a little game to kick things off? Let's start with Soul Melding. The first to take their clothes off will have to do the other's bidding for the next three years." Xinzi offered, making Chun Xu's eyes widen in a stupor.
"Huh, brazen." The level of confidence was mind-boggling. As far as Chun Xu was concerned, men had a much harder time keeping control of their pants than women did. Xinzi himself just admitted to feeling rattled already, and he thought that kind of challenge could somehow work in his favor? In the average cultivator's mind, three years were not much. But to Chun Xu who'd barely started on the cultivation road, the thought of curbing Xinzi's arrogance for three years straight was too much for her to resist.
"What can I say? Born with divine authority and matchless handsomeness, I can't help but feel confident," Xinzi said and flexed his muscles, making Chun Xu burst into an involuntary chuckle. By the Dongli standards of tall, slender and white-skinned, Xinzi seemed below average in all categories. Dark-skinned, 1.75 meters-tall, burly, and a monk to boot, Xinzi wouldn't have had much success if not for his brash confidence, way with words, talent, and last but not the least: status.
Although just a temporary situation, the elders of the Hengye clan often wondered why at birth, their prodigy chose to condense such a mortal body instead of going with the traditional standards of handsomeness—a matter for another time. In the shadows of the room, the concealed fem silently begged Chun Xu to reject Xinzi's offer. 'No! It's a trap! Don't agree! He will screw you! He always does!'
"Fine, I agree." Alas, the fem's warnings fell on…well on nothing, because it was silent. The talisman also concealed its voice, so whatever scream it uttered couldn't bother the pair. With her lips curled into a radiant smile, Chun Xu welcomed Xinzi's challenge, and the two shut their eyes close—diving into the mnemonics of the Yin-Yang Sword Array.
"At the edge of the River of Time, Yin and Yang intersect. If the Seven Mirrors refuse to unite, when can the Primordial Source regain its rights? By this ancestral sword, break the coffins of the Daofathers and return the land to Eternal Peace." Xinzi and Chun Xu sang the mnemonics in tandem. Unlike other techniques derived from the Nine Paths, the Yin-Yang Sword Array shared most of the Nine Paths' mnemonics, only adding the second part about the sword.
Chun Xu couldn't fathom the implications of these words. Xinzi could but laughed at them. The cry of the defeated couldn't bring the monk to tears. Following the array's principles, Xinzi handled the Yang revolution. Chun Xu weaved the Yin part. At the same time, the two activated their respective skills.
For Xinzi, the Five Elements Transmutative Technique kicked in, wrapping the monk in a kaleidoscope of forces that, despite their opposed nature, merged into an organic whole.
For Chun Xu, the Congenital Storm Breathing Technique followed, summoning gray storm clouds that rotated around the Sword Fairy's form at an absurd speed. Golden rays of light shafted from Xinzi's crotch, icy-blue rays from Chun Xu's and the two stretched their hands out—entering a symbiotic state.
Having learned Soul Melding from Zi Yao, Chun Xu had no trouble initiating the connection. But a step faster than her, Xinzi did, again startling the Sword Fairy, who didn't understand where his confidence was coming from. Three seconds afterward, she'd regret her choice.
A banal and widespread skill among dual cultivators, Soul Melding enabled them to fuse their souls into one. Once the souls united, not only could the bonded experience all that the other did, but they could also skip the sexual requirements of dual cultivation.
Thus, as soon as Xinzi activated the technique, Chun Xu and Xinzi's souls connected. Their nature, emotions and desires became one, forcing the Sword Fairy to take the full measure of her partner's depravity. All the things that Xinzi wished to do to her, all the things that he had done to others, became vivid images that barrelled into Chun Xu's soul. Her cheeks flushed, her focus waned, but aware that the tiniest mistake could shift the clash in Xinzi's favor, Chun Xu bit her lips and resisted the assault of Xinzi's perverse desires—that wouldn't be enough.
"Valiant effort," Xinzi said, and as the Sword Fairy attempted to restrain the effects that Xinzi's perversion had on her body and soul, the monk still rotated his Yang Qi, following the patterns the Yin-Yang Sword Array led him to. Chun Xu too did the same, and the sword and sheath they'd cultivated during the sword contest leaped out of their navel—hovering before their crotch. Their respective Yang and Yin Qi erupted subsequently, forcing Chun Xu to realize how badly she'd screwed up.
With a Harmonious Duality Physique, an outstanding Yin Sheath, and all the benefits she'd gained through the Nine Paths and tower, Chun Xu dared say that the quality of her Yin Qi wouldn't lose to anybody. Alas, when confronted with Xinzi's yang, it still seemed insignificant. With the monk at the center, dazzling pillars of gold and sanguine-red flames rose, nearly slamming against the ceiling. A cluster of yang clouds formed up above, dropping on and filling all the space the room had to offer.
Each of these yang clouds oozed masculinity—Xinzi's masculinity, and paired with the monk's red and gold flames to pervert Chun Xu's yin. Her nipples turned erect, poking through her clothes as if attempting to reach for Xinzi's lips. Her crotch moistened by the second, again failing her legs, which clenched in a futile attempt to prevent the juice from leaking. Leak it did, and as the smell of Chun Xu's excitement reached the depraved monk's nostrils, Xinzi stretched one leg out, pushing his foot towards Chun Xu's crotch.
"Despicable monk, you dare?" Already oppressed by Xinzi's tyrannical Yang Qi, the Sword Fairy knew that if she also had to deal with the monk's masterful touch, she might as well give up the challenge now.
A pity that the rules never stipulated that Xinzi couldn't help her undress herself. This shouldn't have been possible during a traditional Soul Melding session, as their fleshly bodies would have barely been able to move. But thanks to the Yin-Yang Sword Array cultivation and the tower's own unique environment, the two possessed more mobility than they should have. Add to that the impact of Xinzi's demon hearts, and the depraved monk had no trouble teasing his fairy.
"Keep scolding me, beautiful. Nothing pleases me more than a squirming beauty calling out my name in bliss and rage." Pushing open Chun Xu's thighs, Xinzi rested his foot against his partner's crotch and dragged one toe down to her clit. The clothing barrier didn't bother our monk, and as he stroked her clit with deft expertise, the Sword Fairy's mind grew chaotic.
"Ann…bastard monk you…ooo!" Chun Xu's lips betrayed the blissful state that Xinzi's feet brought her to. Nearby, Xiao Hu watched the changes. Her eyes went bloodshot, and at first, she reached for her sword. Alas, the longer she watched Chun Xu's state, the more pronounced the moans became, and the less Xiao Hu wished to vent on Xinzi.. Instead, she focused on Chun Xu, whose moans and words triggered a tiny wave of jealousy.