Chapter 4: The Saint’s Gift

Half a month ago.

Liuli Realm, Upper Realm, Idle Lu Yunhai.

The night was deep and quiet. At Xiuwen Mountain, as I diligently practiced my self-cultivation, a faint ball of white light suddenly flashed in the distance and vanished into the vast sky like a shooting star.

One hour later, at the grand Immortal Gate of Liyun Sea, the white light slowly dissipated, revealing the elegant and graceful figure of Nangong Muyun. She was about to step forward and request an audience when an ancient, resonant voice echoed directly in her ears from within the endless sea of clouds, carrying an undeniable authority that seemed to pierce through the heavens themselves.

"Go in!"

Nangong Muyun’s heart trembled slightly. This visit was rash; she had broken the sacred rules separating the upper and lower realms without permission. The cold, commanding tone made her delicate body tense, and a rare nervousness welled up within her usually calm and noble heart. As the revered White Cloud Fairy, ranked third on the Heavenly Ranking, she rarely felt such unease, but the stakes for her son Qin Luo were simply too high.

Steeling herself, she stepped through the shimmering gate. The dense fog before her gradually dissipated like curtains being drawn aside by an invisible hand, unveiling a serene and otherworldly scene: a quiet little lake nestled amid floating clouds, its surface as smooth and reflective as a flawless mirror. The air was pure and still, carrying a faint, refreshing immortal aura that seemed to cleanse the soul with every breath.

In the very center of the lake sat an old man dressed in simple white robes, cross-legged in meditation with his eyes gently closed. He appeared surrounded by swirling strands of ethereal immortal qi, as if he had become one with the natural laws of the universe. His presence was profound and timeless, evoking the image of a true saint who had transcended mortal concerns.

There was no discernible airflow in this sacred space. Nangong Muyun gazed at the mirror-like lake surface, her lotus steps moving lightly and gracefully, each one creating soft, expanding ripples that disturbed the perfect stillness. The sound of the gentle waves echoed softly, adding a layer of tranquility to the already mystical atmosphere.

"I greet the Holy Lord." Upon reaching the old man, Nangong Muyun knelt down fully in reverence, her forehead nearly touching the cool lake surface in a deep salute. Her voice, though respectful, carried the weight of a mother’s desperate plea.

The old man, revered as a saint, remained silent for a long moment. Nangong Muyun stayed prostrated, not daring to raise her head even slightly, her heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. The silence stretched on, thick and heavy, as if the very heavens were weighing her request.

"Rise."

Finally, the old man slowly opened his eyes. His gaze fell upon Nangong Muyun, rippling with complex emotions that seemed to contain the wisdom of ages.

Nangong Muyun stood up gracefully, her elegant figure poised despite the tension. She was about to explain her purpose when the old man spoke first, his voice calm yet carrying a hint of disapproval. "You are too anxious."

"Qin Luo will turn eighteen in just three months. I’m afraid..." Nangong Muyun began, her voice filled with urgency for her only son.

Before she could finish, the old man shook his head slowly, his expression unchanging. "Qin Zheng died valiantly during the invasion of evil spirits. The Upper Realm will naturally not sit idly by regarding his legacy. However, by entering the Upper Realm alone in this manner, you have inevitably violated the established rules. You will not be permitted to attend the next Immortal Gathering."

Nangong Muyun’s heart sank, but she persisted, kneeling once more with determination shining in her beautiful eyes. "I only hope the Holy Lord can help Luo’er..." Her voice trembled slightly, revealing the depth of a mother’s love and sacrifice.

If an immortal cultivator failed to successfully refine qi before the age of eighteen, they would forever lose the opportunity to step onto the true path of cultivation. This was an ironclad rule of the heavens, one that no one could easily defy.

"I once promised your husband Qin Zheng that I would provide ancient techniques to help quell the rebellion of evil spirits, but I never expected things to come to this..." The old man shook his head again, a trace of regret in his ancient voice.

At the mention of her deceased husband, Nangong Muyun’s eyes lit up with emotion. Memories flooded her mind—their shared battles, their complementary physiques, and the warmth of their life together. She nearly shed tears but held them back with great effort.

"Take it."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the calm surface of the lake began to stir subtly. A yellowed ancient book slowly floated upward from the depths, glowing with a faint, mysterious light. It emanated an aura of profound antiquity, as if it had existed since the dawn of time itself.

"Thank you, Holy Lord." Nangong Muyun saluted deeply once more, her voice trembling with gratitude and relief. Her hands reached out carefully to receive the priceless treasure.

The old man extended a single finger and tapped it gently between Nangong Muyun’s elegant eyebrows. In an instant, a vast stream of complicated information and cultivation formulas poured into her mind like a surging river. The overwhelming knowledge caused her pretty face to flush a deep shade of red, and her body trembled faintly under the intense spiritual influx.

"You now have the complete method of cultivation within your mind," the old man said, observing her reaction closely. "You have suffered greatly over these years. As one possessing the Phoenix Spirit Body, you have managed to remain clear-minded and suppress your desires for so long. It is truly admirable."

Nangong Muyun seemed unable to meet the old man’s piercing gaze. She lowered her head modestly and replied softly, "It doesn’t matter. My late husband possessed the Dragon Yang Body, so together we..."

"Ha." The old man let out a light chuckle, his eyes twinkling with insight. "Do you truly believe your words can deceive others—or me, for that matter?"

Nangong Muyun’s face burned with even greater embarrassment. The old man’s gaze felt as tangible as physical pressure, seeing through every layer of her carefully maintained composure.

"Qin Zheng did find a suitable path for you," the old man continued with a sigh, "but after his death, you forcibly sealed your own meridians to suppress the burning desires within your heart. Alas, why torment yourself in such a painful manner?"

With those final three words, the old man’s voice grew noticeably louder and more forceful. Nangong Muyun suddenly felt an invisible surge of powerful true qi penetrate her body like a bolt of lightning. The lust she had suppressed for many long years erupted uncontrollably, flooding her senses in an overwhelming wave.

"Ah..." A soft, involuntary moan escaped Nangong Muyun’s lips as her body reacted intensely.

"Go back. You no longer need to suppress yourself any longer." The old man waved his hand dismissively. Nangong Muyun felt the world around her gradually dissolve into mist. When she opened her eyes again, she had already returned to the familiar surroundings of Baiyun Palace.

If not for the ancient Azure Dragon Art resting beside her on the futon, she would have believed the entire encounter was nothing more than a vivid dream. Her heart was still racing from the revelations and the sudden release of long-buried desires.

Slowly rising to her feet, Nangong Muyun glanced down at the noticeable water stains on the futon beneath her. Her pretty face flushed with a mix of shame and lingering heat as she recalled the intensity of what had just transpired.

...

Idle Lu Yunhai.

After Nangong Muyun’s graceful figure had slowly disappeared into the distance, the lake in front of the old man began to rise once more. The clear water transformed fluidly into a humanoid shape, shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

"Reverse Yang Body and the Azure Dragon Art... Haha, quite interesting indeed..." The water figure’s voice was ambiguous, impossible to distinguish as male or female, carrying an enigmatic tone.

"It is a pity that Nangong Muyun has sacrificed her future opportunities for creation and advancement." The old man shook his head with a touch of regret.

"Ha, Qin Zheng traded his very life to obtain the Azure Dragon Art. Having his wife undergo yet another profound transformation hardly seems like something an old man like you would arrange," the water figure remarked with a hint of amusement.

"You mean..." The old man’s brows furrowed slightly, a rare expression of concern crossing his timeless features.

"The Reverse Sun has already stirred chaos into motion. Once the Reverse Sun fully emerges, true chaos will not be far behind..." The water figure’s voice grew fainter and fainter, eventually dissolving completely back into the tranquil waters of the lake, leaving only ripples in its wake.

...

Back at Baiyun Palace, in Nangong Muyun’s private bedroom.

A gentle night breeze wafted through the open windows, causing the candle flames to flicker and dance, casting shifting shadows across the elegant room. Behind the wide folding screen embroidered with delicate landscapes and misty mountains, Nangong Muyun stood with her outer robes already slipped off. She gazed at the prominent white spots staining her long skirt, her beautiful face burning with a deep blush that spread down her neck.

Her full, towering breasts rose and fell with each rapid breath, perfectly shaped and firm. Below her slender, graceful waist curved a pair of round, plump buttocks that seemed sculpted by the heavens themselves. The now mostly naked Nangong Muyun breathed heavily, her eyes misty and unfocused as waves of suppressed desire continued to surge through her body.

The memory of Big Niu’s terrifyingly massive penis lingered vividly in her mind, as if it were still pressing against her from behind. Instinctively, Nangong Muyun clamped her long, jade-like legs tightly together, trying to contain the growing heat between them.

With a casual wave of her delicate jade hand, the candle flames extinguished completely. Bright, silvery moonlight poured in through the window, bathing her flawless body in an ethereal glow. Nangong Muyun moved with light, lotus-like steps back toward the large bed, her hips swaying naturally with each motion.

She picked up the long skirt once more, bringing the fabric closer. The long-forgotten yet intensely familiar scent made her feel almost drunk with longing. In a moment of bold indulgence, Nangong Muyun even pressed her pretty face greedily into the material, inhaling deeply the dried traces that stirred forbidden memories.

Her smooth jade hand slowly slid downward along her body, tracing her curves. She positioned the long skirt between her thighs, clamping it firmly, and began to rub slowly and rhythmically, soft moans escaping her lips as pleasure built within her Phoenix Spirit Body...