Chapter 2

Song Ting followed the graceful figure of Sui Manying deeper into the fairyland, not daring to be distracted for a moment.

He was a mortal, unable to see through the illusions, and only by following Sui Manying could he avoid any mishaps.

"Song Ting, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Sui Manying asked, her delicate white feet stepping on the mist as she turned back.

Song Ting sighed, "Senior Sister Sui, I actually don't want to die."

"But you are a mortal, and you have mixed spiritual roots. Without a great cultivator like a Core Formation realm practitioner to guide you, it's impossible for you to draw qi into your body."

Sui Manying was also reluctant for Song Ting to die.

Song Ting was handsome, with clear eyes and a tall, slender figure, even taller than the already tall Sui Manying.

Moreover, he was very skilled in bed.

Most importantly, Song Ting was the first man to contribute to her, and after so many times, it was hard not to develop feelings.

Sui Manying had directly entered the outer sect and had never been with anyone before.

As they talked, they arrived at Sui Manying's cave abode.

With a creak, the door opened and closed, and the two entered the cave abode.

Song Ting smiled slightly; the cave abode still had that sweet, gentle floral scent.

Inside, apart from a large, sturdy bed and a meditation cushion, there were only daily necessities.

The cave abode of an outer sect disciple wasn't very good, which made Song Ting doubt more than once.

Is this Joyful Union Sect really not a top-tier sect in the cultivation world?

"Do you want me to cast a spell?" Sui Manying pulled the curtains and used her magic to light the incense and candles in the cave abode.

She didn't like anyone to spy or eavesdrop.

Many women in the Joyful Union Sect liked to spy on their fellow disciples to learn techniques and methods.

Song Ting shrugged, "No need, it's been a few days, the sage's time is long over."

At the beginning, when he first contributed, Sui Manying had cast a spell, as it was her first time too, and both of them were overwhelmed by intense desire.

Later, to advance her cultivation, she took without limit, only casting spells on Song Ting.

After they talked more, and as the frequency of using Song Ting decreased, Sui Manying no longer cast spells.

If outer sect disciples didn't practice dual cultivation for many days, their cultivation wouldn't improve, and they would be punished by the sect.

Her relationship with Song Ting wasn't good enough to stop him from contributing.

Today was Sui Manying's last deadline, so she had to have Song Ting come.

As for other miscellaneous disciples, Sui Manying didn't want to practice with other men while Song Ting was still alive.

"Before we start, I'll ask you one more time, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

"Like your parents at home?"

Song Ting shook his head; he had come alone, and that suit was still stored with his treasures.

"Alright, let's start."

With that, Sui Manying moved forward, wrapped her arms around Song Ting's waist, and initiated a kiss, her expression alluring and charming.

Seeing the beautiful woman with delicate and elegant features and fair skin, Song Ting couldn't control himself and kissed her luscious, rosy lips fiercely.

Then, he gently laid Sui Manying on the bed, his hands moving from the outside to the inside, layer by layer.

Caressing the graceful peaks, wading through the streams of affection.

The two entwined for a while.

When the time was right, Sui Manying extended her delicate feet and placed them under Song Ting's dantian.

Song Ting hadn't practiced for a few days, but he wasn't unfamiliar with it.

He pulled her fragrant feet and kissed them all the way up to her plump thighs.

"Tian Xiaoxue." Sui Manying's breathing was slightly heavy, her face flushed.

"Alright, let's help each other."

After a while, Song Ting, who was talking non-stop, mumbled an "oh" and immediately stopped his technique.

He was afraid this might be Song Ting's last time.

Then she wiped her lips, found a pill from the clothes on the bed, and put it in Song Ting's mouth.

"I forgot to give you this pill."

"What is it?" Song Ting didn't have time to spit it out before the pill dissolved.

Sui Manying smiled and said, "This is the Long Lasting Pill, to make you enjoy it to the fullest!"

Song Ting responded with an "oh," pressed Sui Manying down, and joked, "Watch out, I'm going to cut down the demoness hiding in the narrow space!"

Sui Manying giggled, opening her doors to welcome Song Ting's arrival.

She didn't choose to welcome him with a tight embrace, fearing he would die too quickly.

Little did she know, Song Ting's attacks were getting stronger and faster with each wave!

Sui Manying couldn't control herself and tightened the space: "Song Ting, are you trying to kill yourself?"

"What, are you surrendering, demoness?" Song Ting smiled wickedly.

He had taken a high-grade pill to nourish his essence and energy. What was this?

Sui Manying didn't back down: "I'm a cultivator, this level of intensity is nothing."

"I'm afraid you'll die soon."

"You're right, but I have a second life!" Song Ting's first life ended quickly.

He died from excessive bleeding!

But his movements didn't stop, and his momentum grew even stronger.

Soon, Sui Manying started moaning and groaning, her breathing heavy, her toes curling.

With a final scream and a shudder, Sui Manying lost her first life.

But the battle continued, and when all the innate techniques—m, v, ll—were exhausted, Sui Manying realized something was wrong.

She asked with a strange expression, "How many lives is this?"

"Fourth life, what's wrong?" Song Ting replied enthusiastically.

"That's not right, how do you have so many lives?"

"Normally, you would die completely after two lives."

Song Ting remained silent, just working hard.

After a few more rounds, he broke his previous record.

"Tonight, I'll make you remember this for the rest of your life." Song Ting looked at Sui Manying, who was covering her mouth to suppress her moans, her eyes hazy and dazed.

By the time the sun rose in the morning,

[Ding! Dual cultivation ended. Due to the partner being a mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivator, 50 Yin-Yang points added.]

[First dual cultivation, additional reward of 100 points.]

Song Ting was overjoyed; the Yin-Yang points given were based on the partner's cultivation level, indicating it could grow!

Looking at Song Ting, Sui Manying asked hoarsely, "Song Ting, are you hiding something from me?"

Last night, she couldn't hold back, and her voice was hoarse.

Eighteen times in one night, even a Golden Core cultivator couldn't handle it.

Song Ting, a mortal, had done it.

This filled Sui Manying with surprise and doubt.

"Nothing, Senior Sister, rest and recover well." Song Ting dressed himself and poured a cup of tea for both of them.

Sui Manying looked at Song Ting suspiciously, feeling the yang energy in her body.

"So much, you're amazing."

The dual cultivation technique of the Joyful Union Sect didn't absorb all at once but left some to be absorbed later.

"How much will your cultivation increase?" Song Ting asked with concern.

This determined how many Yin-Yang points he would get next time!

"Maybe from the fifth to the seventh or eighth level of Qi Condensation!" Sui Manying gave a rough estimate.

Qi Condensation seventh or eighth level! That was a late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator.

"Senior Sister, I'll take my leave. This cave adventure was great, and I'll come again next time." Song Ting finished his tea, stretched, and left.

Sui Manying's beautiful eyes narrowed as she watched Song Ting leave the cave abode, then sat on the meditation cushion to cultivate.

The bed was left with a glistening wet stain, whether from sweat or something else.