When Mu Qingqing of the Hehuan sect was practicing the Yinhe magic skill, she almost went crazy due to qigong psychosis. Fortunately, because of her profound martial arts skills, she was able to escape with a breath and return to her sect to find her master for a way to save her life. The master held her pulse, was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: “Tsk, Qingqing. It’s hard for you to recover.” “Master, I won’t die, will I?!” Mu Qingqing squeezed the master’s hand with her backhand, and looked anxiously into those weathered eyes. “Don’t worry, the master won’t let you die.” As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a light flashing from the master’s fingertips, and then she pressed it onto her lower abdomen. “Master! What are you doing?!” Mu Qingqing looked at the master dumbfounded. Suddenly she felt her cervix shrinking, a pile of lustful turbid fluid gushing out of her hole, and her body began to feel hot and weak. “My master has opened your Hehuan point for you. Relying on it, you can rely on the man’s s**en to gradually restore your martial arts.” ​ “This is the last resort to save your life.” After saying that, she shook her head and waved her hand to let her leave. “Remember, you must find a very strong man. The thicker the stick and the thicker the s**en, the faster your skills will recover.” The master’s words echoed in the corridor. Although Mu Qingqing was very resistant in her heart, she decided to embark on a journey to find the big stick for the sake of her own life.