“Sheng’er, listen carefully, uh…Mother didn’t come here to die!”
The exquisitely beautiful woman suppressed the blood rising to her throat while speaking in a slightly trembling voice, “Although this Eight Trigrams Cauldron is powerful, as long as… ah!”
Her words abruptly halted as her spirit body suddenly dimmed, leaving the method of escape unfinished.
Seeing his mother on the verge of complete dissipation, Qiao San’s eyes brimmed with tears from desperation. He no longer cared to inquire about the mystical technique, but instead spread his arms wide and embraced his mother tightly, opening his mouth and forcefully pressing his lips onto her pale ones.
The remaining Yang energy from the Ten-Yang Pearl was forcefully injected into Lady Qiao’s body, causing the red glow that sustained Qiao San’s life to rapidly weaken. The aura of death instantly filled this magical space surrounded by raging flames.
In this desperate moment, all danger and worldly concerns were completely forgotten. Though the scene appeared romantic, it was entirely devoid of any sensual allure.
In the real world, the Sun-Moon Eight Trigrams Cauldron suddenly trembled violently. The Daoist apprentice in charge was greatly alarmed and quickly reported to the Supreme Elder Laozi.
The white-bearded immortal didn’t even have time to bring his feather duster as he flew directly to the pill chamber, reciting true words while examining the situation inside. He was puzzled: How had the seal been broken? Could this demon actually be willing to destroy itself? Could it be trying to use the Ten-Yang Pearl’s rebirth to escape?
A series of questions flooded Laozi’s mind as his fingers glowed and his gaze pierced into the Eight Trigrams Cauldron. Sure enough, Qiao San had turned to ashes, with the divine pearl dancing and swirling above the flames.
“What a cunning demon!”
The old Daoist priest snorted coldly, immediately closing his eyes and furrowing his brows as he sat beside the furnace, hands forming sacred seals while personally unleashing the Daoist True Fire of Samadhi.
After a while, the Queen Mother’s majestic figure arrived upon hearing the news. Before entering the room, her impatient voice pierced the air, “Old Master, has the Ten-Yang Pearl been damaged?”
The Daoist master intensified the True Fire while responding, “Don’t worry, Your Majesty. I’ve already taken control of the Ten-Yang Pearl. The demon cannot escape the Eight Trigrams Cauldron. After forty-nine days, the purified Ten-Yang Pearl will be presented to Your Majesty.”
“Very well then, I’ll leave it to you, Old Master. Let the Five Elements Celestial Maidens assist you. Feel free to command them as needed, without concern for my feelings.”
Within the infinitely expanded chaotic space inside the Eight Trigrams Cauldron, Qiao San lay unconscious while Lady Qiao returned from the brink of death.
“Mmm…”
With a low moan, Lady Qiao’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly. As her eyes opened, her vision was immediately filled by Qiao San’s face. When she moved slightly, the mature woman suddenly realized her son was lying on top of her, with a soft, warm sensation lingering on her lips.
“Ahh!”
“Son, listen carefully, um… your mother didn’t come in here to die!”
The stunning woman, while forcibly suppressing the blood rising in her throat, spoke in a slightly trembling voice, “Although this Eight Trigrams Furnace is formidable, as long as… ah!”
The sudden dimming of her spirit abruptly cut off Lady Qiao’s words, leaving the method of escape only half-explained.
Seeing his mother on the verge of spiritual disintegration, Qiao San’s eyes welled up with tears. No longer in the mood to inquire about the mystical method, he flung his arms around his mother, holding her tightly, and sealed her pale lips with a deep kiss.
The remnants of his Yang energy were forcibly poured into Lady Qiao’s body. The red light that Qiao San relied on for survival quickly dimmed, and the aura of death instantly enveloped the treasure space surrounded by flames.
In the heat of the moment, danger and societal norms were completely forgotten by the rogue. Though the scene was beautiful, there was no hint of flirtation in the emotion.
In the real world, the Sun-Moon Eight Trigrams Furnace suddenly shook violently. The Taoist boy in charge of guarding it was terrified and hurriedly reported to the Supreme Lord Laozi.
The white-bearded Taoist, not even taking his whisk, flew to the alchemy room. While chanting incantations to inspect the situation inside, he wondered to himself: How could the seal be broken? The demon is willing to self-destruct? Could it be that he wants to use the rebirth of the Ten Suns Pearl to escape?!
A series of doubts flooded his mind. The Supreme Lord Laozi’s fingertips lit up, and his gaze penetrated into the Eight Trigrams Furnace. Qiao San had indeed turned to ashes, and a divine pearl was swirling at the top of the flames.
“What a cunning demon!”
The old Taoist snorted coldly, immediately closed his eyes, furrowed his brows, and sat down beside the furnace. With his hands forming seals, he personally released the Taoist Samadhi True Fire.
After a while, the majestic figure of the Queen Mother arrived upon hearing the news. Before she even entered the room, her anxious voice cut through the air, “Laozi, is the Ten Suns Pearl damaged?”
The old Taoist, while increasing the power of the True Fire, responded, “Your Majesty, rest assured. I have already taken control of the Ten Suns Pearl. The demon cannot escape from this Eight Trigrams Furnace. In another forty-nine days, the purified Ten Suns Pearl will be delivered to Your Majesty.”
“Good, then I’ll trouble you, Laozi. Let the Five Elements Maidens assist you. Feel free to command them without regard for my feelings.”
Inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace, in the infinitely expanded chaotic space, Qiao San lay unconscious, while Lady Qiao returned from the brink of death.
“Hmm…”
In a low murmur, Lady Qiao’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly. As soon as her eyes opened, her vision was blocked by Qiao San’s face. With a slight movement, the mature woman realized that her son was lying on top of her, and her lips still retained a soft, warm sensation.
“Ah!”
Her sensitive heartstrings twitched, and Lady Qiao instinctively pushed Qiao San away. She subconsciously touched her still-warm lips, and a flame of shame and anger arose.
How dare my son take advantage of me at such a moment! How despicable!
All her reactions were purely instinctive. Only when Qiao San weakly fell to the side did Lady Qiao fully regain her senses. The extremely critical scene from earlier flashed through her mind.
A sigh of guilt escaped her lips, blending with a strand of helplessness and a strand of conflict. Lady Qiao embraced her son once more, looking down at Qiao San’s pale, dim face. She found herself in a moral dilemma.
To save, or not to save?!
If not saved, my son will surely vanish.
If saved, there is only one method, but the only “medicine” happens to be his mother. What should I do?!
Time is irrelevant within the treasure, and days pass unnoticed in the furnace. In the blink of an eye, the book spirit had been holding the unconscious Qiao San for many days.
The mature beauty’s rosy lips approached her son’s lips several times, only to retract at the last moment. A wave of desire lingered between her heart and her lips.
“Sigh…”
In the midst of heavenly sighs, time passed day by day. Qiao San’s spirit grew increasingly faint, and the crisis forced Lady Qiao to make a choice.
Her soft, rosy lips slowly pressed against Qiao San’s tightly closed lips. After a gentle touch, her fragrant breath finally caused the man’s mouth to relax. Even in his unconscious state, Qiao San instinctively savored the exquisite, orchid-like fragrance.
“Boom!”
The colorful treasure space suddenly seemed to collapse. The moment Lady Qiao’s tongue touched her son’s red tongue, a strong tingling sensation intertwined with the horror of taboo, like a fiery serpent. The red light that had reached the tip of her tongue trembled and flowed back.
“Ah, what am I doing?! No, I can’t do this…”
Lady Qiao thought she had broken free from societal shackles, but when the real moment arrived, she realized that the courage required far exceeded her expectations.
“What’s the big deal?! It’s just transferring energy to my son. I mustn’t let my thoughts wander. Should I just let my son turn to ashes?!”
Another “Lady Qiao” appeared in the beautiful woman’s mental space, her graceful figure exuding mature charm, her enchanting eyes shimmering with allure.
At this moment, the scene of her son healing and detoxifying her suddenly emerged from the depths of her heart. The mature beauty finally understood that some things are impossible to forget.
While her thoughts were still struggling, the beautiful woman’s heated tongue had unknowingly entered Qiao San’s mouth.
“Boom—”
Though it was a simple touch, it was no less magnificent than the dawn of creation. In an instant, this shallow kiss ignited a spark that set the world ablaze, and a myriad of illusions rushed in.
A muffled groan echoed between the mother and son’s lips. The thick red light flowed back into Qiao San’s body like water. Life gradually returned, and the mother and son’s lips and tongues became increasingly entwined.
“Hmm…”
Before long, the red light had faded, but the beautiful woman’s tongue still lingered with her son’s, unwilling to part.
Steam rose, and the searing heat was a hundred times stronger than the Samadhi Sea of Flames. Lady Qiao’s graceful body trembled slightly, and her dignified long dress instantly turned to smoke.
“Whoosh…”
The Samadhi Sea of Flames surged again. The enchanting mist enveloped Qiao San’s body, covering every inch of his skin, and then, with a suggestive pull, slowly drew the naked, jade-like body towards the man’s chest.
How could her son take advantage of her at such a moment? It was unforgivable!
All her reactions were instinctive. When Qiao San helplessly collapsed beside her, Lady Qiao fully regained consciousness. The extremely perilous scene from earlier flashed through her mind like lightning.
A sigh of guilt escaped her lips, filled with helplessness and contradiction. She pulled her son back into her arms and looked down at his pale, lifeless face, caught in an intense inner struggle.
Save him or not?!
If she didn’t save him, Sheng’er would surely vanish into nothingness.
To save him, there was only one method. However, the only “medicinal catalyst” required was none other than his own mother. How could she possibly do this?!
Time passed without seasons in this magical realm, and days without sun or moon. Before long, the book spirit had been holding the unconscious Qiao San for many days.
The mature beauty’s red lips approached her son’s several times, only to withdraw at the last moment. That sensual desire continued to linger between her heart and lips.
“Sigh…”
As days passed with this heavenly sigh, Qiao San’s soul was becoming increasingly faint. The crisis forced Lady Qiao to make a decision.
Her soft red lips slowly pressed onto Qiao San’s tightly closed ones. After a gentle touch, the fragrance caused the man to instinctively relax his mouth. Even in his unconscious state, Qiao San instinctively savored the exquisite aroma that was both orchid-like and musky.
“Boom!”
The colorful magical space suddenly seemed to collapse. When Lady Qiao’s tongue touched her son’s at that moment, intense tingling and forbidden fear intertwined like fire snakes. The red glow that had already risen to her lips trembled and flowed back.
“Oh no, what am I doing?! No, I can’t do this…”
Lady Qiao thought she had already broken free from worldly constraints, but when the moment of truth arrived, she realized that the courage required far exceeded her expectations.
“What’s wrong with this? It’s just transferring energy to Sheng’er. I mustn’t think foolish thoughts. Could I really let Sheng’er turn to ashes?”
Another “Lady Qiao” appeared within the beautiful woman’s mind, her graceful figure exuding mature charm, her alluring eyes shimmering with desire.
At this moment, memories of her son healing her wounds and removing toxins suddenly surfaced from the depths of her mind. The beautiful lady now understood that some things could never truly be forgotten.
While her thoughts were still struggling, the exquisite beauty’s heated tongue had unknowingly entered Qiao San’s mouth.
“Boom—”
“Son, listen carefully, um… your mother didn’t come here to die!”
The stunning woman, while forcibly suppressing the blood rising to her throat, spoke in a slightly trembling voice, “Although this Bagua Furnace is formidable, as long as… ah!”
The sudden dimming of her spirit abruptly cut off Madam Qiao’s words, leaving the method of escape only half-explained.
Seeing his mother on the verge of spiritual disintegration, Qiao San’s eyes welled up with tears. He no longer had the heart to inquire about the mysterious method. With arms flailing, he embraced his mother, his mouth sealing her pale lips.
The remnants of the Ten Yang Qi were forcibly infused into Madam Qiao’s body. The red light that Qiao San relied on for survival quickly dimmed, and the aura of death instantly enveloped the treasure space surrounded by flames.
In the heat of the moment, danger and societal norms were completely forgotten by the rogue. Though the scene was beautiful, there was no hint of sensuality in the situation.
In the real world, the Sun-Moon Bagua Furnace suddenly shook violently. The Taoist boy responsible for its care was horrified and quickly reported to the Supreme Lord Laozi.
The white-bearded Taoist, not even taking his whisk, flew to the alchemy room. While chanting incantations to inspect the interior, he wondered to himself: How could the seal be broken? The demon is willing to self-destruct? Could it be trying to use the Ten Yang Pearl’s rebirth to escape?!
A series of doubts flooded his mind. As Laozi’s fingertips lit up, his gaze penetrated the Bagua Furnace. Qiao San had indeed turned to ashes, and a divine pearl was swirling atop the flames.
“What a cunning demon!”
The old Taoist snorted coldly, immediately closed his eyes, furrowed his brows, and sat cross-legged beside the furnace. With hands forming seals, he personally released the Taoist Samadhi True Fire.
Shortly after, the majestic figure of the Queen Mother arrived upon hearing the news. Before even entering the room, her anxious voice cut through the air, “Laozi, is the Ten Yang Pearl damaged?”
The old Taoist, while increasing the power of the True Fire, responded, “Your Majesty, rest assured. I have already subdued the Ten Yang Pearl. The demon cannot escape this Bagua Furnace. After another forty-nine days, the purified Ten Yang Pearl will be delivered to Your Majesty.”
“Good, thank you, Laozi. Let the Five Element Maidens assist you. Feel free to command them without regard for my feelings.”
Inside the Bagua Furnace, in the infinitely expanded chaotic space, Qiao San lay unconscious, while Madam Qiao returned from the brink of death.
“Hmm…”
In a low murmur, Madam Qiao’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly. As her eyes opened, her vision was blocked by Qiao San’s face. With a slight movement, the mature woman realized her son was lying on top of her, and her lips still retained a soft, warm sensation.
“Ah!”
Her sensitive heartstrings twitched. Instinctively, Madam Qiao pushed Qiao San away, subconsciously touching her still-warm lips. A flame of shame and anger spontaneously arose.
Her son had taken advantage of her at such a moment, how despicable!
All reactions were purely instinctive. Only when Qiao San weakly fell to the side did Madam Qiao fully regain consciousness. The previous life-threatening scene flashed through her mind.
A sigh of guilt escaped her lips, mingling with a sense of helplessness and conflict. Madam Qiao embraced her son once more, looking down at his pale, dim face. She found herself in a moral dilemma.
To save or not to save?
If not, her son would surely vanish.
If so, there was only one method, but the only “medicine” was his own mother. What to do?!
The treasure had no seasons, and the furnace had no days or nights. In the blink of an eye, the book spirit had held the unconscious Qiao San for many days.
The mature beauty’s rosy lips approached her son’s several times, only to retract at the last moment. A lingering sense of desire hovered between her heart and lips.
“Sigh…”
In the midst of heavenly sighs, time passed day by day. Qiao San’s spirit grew increasingly faint, and the crisis forced Madam Qiao to make a choice.
Her soft, rosy lips slowly pressed against Qiao San’s tightly closed ones. After a gentle touch, her fragrant breath finally softened the man’s mouth. Even in his unconscious state, Qiao San instinctively savored the exquisite, orchid-like scent.
“Boom!”
The colorful treasure space suddenly collapsed. The moment Madam Qiao’s tongue touched her son’s, a strong tingling sensation and the horror of taboo intertwined like fiery serpents. The red light that had surged to her tongue trembled and flowed back.
“Ah, what am I doing?! No, I can’t do this…”
Madam Qiao thought she had broken free from societal shackles, but when the real moment came, she realized the courage required far exceeded her expectations.
“What’s the big deal?! It’s just transferring energy to my son. I mustn’t let my thoughts wander. How can I let my son turn to ashes?!”
Another “Madam Qiao” appeared in the beautiful woman’s mental space, her graceful figure exuding mature charm, her enchanting eyes shimmering with rippling light.
At this moment, the scene of her son healing and detoxifying her suddenly emerged from the depths of her heart. The mature beauty finally understood that some things could never be forgotten.
While her mind still struggled, the beautiful woman’s heated tongue had unknowingly entered Qiao San’s mouth.
“Boom—”
Though it was a simple touch, it was no less magnificent than the dawn of creation. In an instant, this shallow kiss ignited a firestorm, and myriad illusions surged forth.
A muffled groan echoed between the mother and son’s lips. The thick red light flowed back into Qiao San’s body like water. Life gradually revived, and their lips and tongues grew increasingly entwined.
“Hmm…”
Unbeknownst to time, the red light had faded, but the beautiful woman’s tongue still lingered with her son’s, unwilling to part.
Steam rose, the searing heat a hundred times stronger than the Samadhi Sea of Flames. The heat caused Madam Qiao’s graceful body to tremble slightly, her dignified long dress instantly turning to smoke.
“Whoosh…”
The Samadhi Sea of Flames surged again. The enchanting smoke swirled around, first covering every inch of Qiao San’s skin, then ambiguously pulling the naked jade body slowly towards the man’s chest.
A soft moan echoed between mother and son. The thick red glow flowed back into Qiao San’s body like water, restoring vitality bit by bit, as their lips and tongues became increasingly intimate.
“Mmm…”
Before long, the red glow had faded, yet the beauty’s tongue still lingered in her son’s mouth, reluctant to separate.
Hot vapor began to rise. This scorching heat was even hundreds of times more intense than the Samadhi Fire. The intense heat caused Lady Qiao’s graceful body to tremble slightly, and her dignified long dress instantly turned to smoke.
“Hu…”
The Samadhi Fire surged again, wrapping around Qiao San’s body, scorching every inch of his skin. Then, in an intimate manner, the seductive flames slowly drew the naked beauty’s body toward the man’s chest.
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