Chapter 6 - Exchanging fluids (continued) *

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“Who are you calling?” Song Ziqian’s tone was extremely soft, but it resembled a volcano on the verge of eruption. “Shen Yuzhi?”

“Shen Yuzhi… Shen Yuzhi…”

“Look who’s fucking you!” Furious, Song Ziqian grabbed Rong Jin’s slender legs and braced them against his shoulders. His hips slammed into Rong Jin’s ass, shaking and rocking the soft and tender buttocks again and again. With each fierce thrust, the lewd fluids inside Rong Jin’s acupoint gurgled and gushed out, dripping onto the pink and tender butt cheeks that had been pounded until the skin turned red.

“Would Shen Yuzhi fuck you like this? Huh?” Song Ziqian lowered his head and gave Rong Jin’s earlobe a vicious bite. With slightly reddened eyes he asked, “Would Shen Yuzhi fuck you until you drip? Would he make you feel like this? Would he make you so lustful, so unrestrained? Answer me!”

The beast that hid inside him for so long was finally freed, ignited by jealousy, and burst from its cage.

Song Ziqian’s mouth curved in a mocking smile. To think he was so intensely jealous of a dead man.

Song Ziqian didn’t know when he first fell in love with Rong Jin. He only knew that this person held his hand when he was small and taught him many fundamental truths in a soft voice. Song Ziqian had a withdrawn temperament. Not many people in Yaowang Valley got along with him aside from Rong Jin.

But Rong Jin, who was always gentle and mild… liked the heartless, ruthless Shen Yuzhi.

Song Ziqian couldn’t endure it. He couldn’t let the trapped animal in his heart break free from its cage. After reaching Core Formation, he left Yaowang Valley for training. As he roamed the mountains and rivers, he grew accustomed to hypocrisy and intrigue. He was betrayed by friends several times, and came to realize the truth: In the face of self-interest, nothing in the human heart is constant, and the only reason a person’s heart remains unchanged is because the incentives aren’t strong enough.

However, he vaguely sensed this wasn’t completely true when he returned to Yaowang Valley after Shen Yuzhi’s death. He took over the position of Valley Master, and that was when he saw Rong Jin again, like a puppet without a soul.

『I know of a gu technique that can resurrect the dead. The person who ingests the gu must pay a terrible price. He will suffer endless humiliation and die from a pain as severe as dismemberment…. After his death, the person’s three immortal souls and seven mortal forms will disappear, and he will never reincarnate….』

Song Ziqian saw the eyes that had lost their luster light up again.

『Tell me, Song Ziqian!』

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How could there be a heart that never changes? Because those who remain unchanged have died or will die soon.

Every breath he took was filled with bitterness and pain. Song Ziqian relaxed his mouth, releasing Rong Jin’s ear, and gazed deeply at the other man.

“Good… It hurts… Yuzhi… Too fast… Ah…” Rong Jin’s head instinctively rubbed against Song Ziqian’s shoulder, but he avoided it.

“Look who’s fucking you now!”

Song Ziqian ruthlessly plunged his hard and thick cock into those soft, tight internal walls that were already flooded with fluids. The huge, hot, terrible glans kept pushing into the hidden flower core of Rong Jin’s pure Yin body.

“Uhh… So hard… So hot… Again… There again… Yu… Yuzhi… Ahhh!”

Those soft, juicy inner walls kept contracting, kept wrapping around Song Ziqian’s stiff dark purple weapon, sucking it again and again. When he felt the suction, Song Ziqian gasped for breath and seemed to be stimulated even more. He ducked his head and bit Rong Jin’s lips as the other man called him Shixiong over and over, then he took hold of Rong Jin’s two soft, snow-white buttocks and withdrew. He aimed the huge, hot glans directly at the small flower core which existed only in a pure Yin body, concealed deep within the inner walls, and then he forcefully shoved it inside!

“Mmmm…!” Rong Jin’s face turned pale with pain, and two lines of tears trailed down his face. The pain temporarily disrupted the hallucinogenic effect of the Hehuan dew. He trembled and tried to break free, but Song Ziqian’s thick sex organ was like a massive nail holding him down, imprisoning him in the bed, and his body was completely penetrated.

After stabbing his glans directly into the flower core, Song Ziqian felt pure Yin qi leaking constantly from the joining of their bodies. He couldn’t resist its seductive power. He couldn’t even pull his cock half a cun away from the pure flower core. So he pressed his hips and lower abdomen even tighter against Rong Jin’s ass, and the long, thick, ferocious organ mercilessly smashed those tender, dripping inner walls and thoroughly fucked the flower core!

There was a vague sound as the thin, mucus-stained membrane was pierced, and then a stream of cold liquid poured out of the flower core, showering his incomparably hot penis. The drenching of Yin qi made Song Ziqian dizzy with pleasure. He couldn’t help but sigh, and then he refined the Yin qi by reciting the formula, all while kneading Rong Jin’s white ass with both hands and driving his own blue-veined sex organ forward, rhythmically slamming into the flower core.

The originally closed core was pierced open. After the Yin qi leaked out, it seemed to give up all resistance, blooming and softly wrapping itself around the tip of Song Ziqian’s instrument. It stretched and shrank as it matched the vigorous fucking, sucking at Song Ziqian’s organ with the sound of slurping water.

As he looked at the dark pink ring of flesh that was constantly growing and shrinking around his thrusting dark purple organ, Song Ziqian’s scalp tingled. He pressed down Rong Jin’s body and frantically accelerated his pace.

When the dark purple organ pulled away, it continuously brought with it a large amount of transparent fluid. The liquid dripped down onto the bed sheets, looking obscene. The sash around Rong Jin’s eyes was wet with tears, either from extreme pain or extreme pleasure. But his wet inner walls kept tightening around and suckling the long, hard, thick object that was crazily, savagely invading him. It caused a continuous slapping noise as fierce as a rutting wild beast, a sound which filled the room.

Song Ziqian stared at Rong Jin’s red face. The rhythm of his body got faster and faster, and his force became more and more ruthless. At last, as Rong Jin sobbed, Song Ziqian’s lower abdomen tightened. His hips thrust forward even harder. He drove his entire organ into the fragile intestines, and then the huge rod shoved against the flower core, shuddered, and shot out one stream of scalding hot semen after another.

“Ahh…” Rong Jin cried out as if he’d collapsed. The feeling of Song Ziqian’s powerful ejaculation made him feel physically and mentally spent. A huge amount of thick, milky white semen dripped down from the gap between their bodies. While still in the midst of the delusion, Rong Jin grabbed Song Ziqian’s waist with both hands, and his voice whispered sadly:

“Shixiong, don’t leave me… Please… Don’t die… Please…”

The words were desolate, like a piteous plea in the face of an irresistible fate.

Shen Yuzhi was Rong Jin’s irresistible fate.

They said it was easy for a man to rid himself of love, that everything a man said in bed was a lie that shouldn’t ever be believed. But when Song Ziqian heard Rong Jin’s nonsense, he couldn’t help but wish Rong Jin was lying too.

TL Notes:

Core Formation – 结丹 – jié dān – In most cultivation novels, this level involves forming a “golden core” inside the cultivator’s dantian (丹田), a region in the body where the qi is concentrated. This is usually an early/middle level (from Immortal Mountain)

three immortal souls and seven mortal forms – 三魂七魄 – From a Daoist belief which contrasts the spiritual and carnal side of humankind. There are varying beliefs and theories on what these numbers represent. The immortal souls (魂 – hún) are insubstantial, luminous, and volatile Yang souls which leave the body after death and enter the afterlife. The mortal forms (魄 – pò) are the corporeal, somber, and heavy Yin parts of the soul which are inseparably attached to the body and remain with the body after death (Wikipedia)

cun – 寸 – a traditional unit of length / an inch

it was easy for a man to rid himself of love – from 士之耽兮犹可脱也 – From the poem “Odes of Wei – Rogue” (卫风·氓) in The Classic of Poetry (诗经), the oldest existing collection of Chinese poetry dating from the 11th to 7th centuries BC. The poem relates the story of an abandoned woman who mourns the tragedy of her marriage and the unfairness of love and marriage for women (Baidu)

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