CHAPTER 23: SECT COMPETITION

"Unnngh... take it... Aunt!"

"Yes... do it..."

"Ahhh... ohhh yes!" Lin Feng kept twitching while releasing his primal yang essence in multiple waves, filling her hole to the brim once again.

Xuan Lian thought this might be the end for today. Throughout the act, she had felt multiple surges from her slit, only to be blocked by her yin barrier.

Suddenly, she felt a tug as Lin Feng shifted into the Lotus position, guiding her to sit in his lap without removing his shaft. Her chest pressed against his as he grasped her waist again.

"Aunt, you aren’t done, are you? Because I am definitely not," he said in a low voice, thrusting again.

Xuan Lian immediately grasped that this would not end quickly.

Lin Feng kept plowing her for one hour before finally releasing his last load of essence inside her and withdrawing his shaft for the first time in the entire act.

His yang essence immediately gushed out and spilled onto the mattress. He was immensely satisfied with this scene before slumping to the side of the bed.

Xuan Lian was extremely satisfied too. She could feel her rear hole leaking with his essence and sighed. She turned around, cleansed herself with her spirit qi, and tightly pulled Lin Feng into a hug.

"You lecherous scoundrel... come here."

Lin Feng reciprocated and hugged her back, feeling her soft naked bossoms against his chest. It was so soothing that he immediately fell asleep as Xuan Lian caressed his back.

...

When Lin Feng awoke, it was already morning, with the sun shining brightly. He was alone in the bed. After stretching himself, he stood up and donned his robes.

It was time to tell his aunt about the dual cultivation technique. Since his master wasn’t here, he would tell his aunt first. As for how to teach a technique that existed only in his mind, that was the easy part.

Cultivators cannot project memories unless they have opened their spirit sense and learned a technique to do so. He was far from that realm.

But it seemed his past self had already prepared for this. The moment he received the full technique, it became embedded in his memory like a seal. He knew this because the information about this seal came from the dream itself.

There were two seals: one for the dual cultivation technique and another for the original cultivation technique crafted for him. To pass this cultivation technique was easy. All he had to do was touch their forehead with his own and think about passing the seal to them.

After that, the seal would naturally transfer all the required knowledge about the cultivation technique to them.

He went out and found his aunt gazing toward the sect from the cliff where she stood yesterday. With her sight, she could surely see everything happening in the sect, while he would not be able to see anything.

He approached, and while looking at her perky mounds, which he had pounded until he was exhausted, he licked his lips in desire to do it again right now but controlled himself.

He stood beside her and looked toward her instead of the sect. He could definitely see the redness on her face; it seemed she was still feeling shame about what they had done.

"Now I understand why my sister went on the mission when I and others would have sufficed. As sect master, she should have stayed within the sect, but no, she insisted on going by herself."

Lin Feng was surprised. So, his master was feeling shame and went on a mission to avoid him... Hehehe... For how long? The next time he met her, he would make sure to work hard so she would never feel shame for it again.

"What are you looking at, Aunt?" he said, moving his hand to grab her plump mound and squeezing it.

Xuan Lian’s face twitched. "Why is your mind always filled with lust? Didn’t you say that after doing it, it decreases?"

Lin Feng shrugged his shoulders while still playing with her rear mound. "Aunt, lustful or not, the pleasure is the same... So why would I only seek it when I am lustful?"

Xuan Lian shook her head and answered his previous question, totally ignoring his shameless hands on her mound. "The sect competition is about to happen. It is held every two years. I was observing the preparations being made.

You should join too. You are already at the early stage of qi refinement, and since everyone already knows about you, there won’t be a problem."

Lin Feng removed his hand from her mound and grabbed her waist, pulling her into his arms while nodding. "Since my aunt wants me to do it, then why wouldn’t I? When is the competition?"

Xuan Lian side-eyed him and pinched his nose while pulling herself out of his arms. "There are many capable cultivators in the sect who can see this far from the sect, so behave. It’s in one week. Go cultivate and return after you’ve opened all three meridians of the early stage... no excuses."

Lin Feng was about to make a sad face, but when he heard the no-excuses part, he stopped himself and nodded. "Fine, but Aunt, I want to give you something."

Xuan Lian looked at him with squinted eyes, expecting him to come up with an excuse. No matter what, she wouldn’t listen. "What is it?"

"For that, I have to touch your forehead with mine. It’s a cultivation technique."

Xuan Lian was surprised; it was the truth.

"Your cultivation technique?"

Lin Feng shook his head. "I will tell you about my cultivation technique later, Aunt. This one is different. You should see it first. Touching foreheads is the only way I can pass it."

Xuan Lian was truly curious about the cultivation technique, but she was even more curious about the method of transferring it using foreheads. She had never heard of a technique that allowed information exchange without spirit sense. "Fine, come here."

Lin Feng looked around warily. "Isn’t it too open, Aunt? If we touch foreheads, someone might think inappropriately if they can’t see us clearly."

Xuan Lian looked at him speechlessly before shaking her head and heading toward her abode. "Don’t even think about doing anything else, or I will chop it off."

Lin Feng trembled just imagining it. Although she really wouldn’t do it, even if he didn’t listen to her, he decided to control himself. His entire cultivation journey depended on it. He couldn’t risk it, even if it was a jest.