Records of Cultivating Immortals [NTR]

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Sword Formation and Hidden Desires

Chapter 47: Sword Formation and Hidden Desires

It’s raining.

Xiao Qing, dressed in red, stood quietly in Taiji Square, with hundreds of Guiyi Sect disciples standing behind her. Not far away, two swords floated in the air, circling each other, and bursts of sword energy spread out. The Guiyi Sect disciples were filled with excitement, their eyes following the two swords back and forth.

A lotus flower blooms in the autumn rain, while the twin swords of Yin and Yang sing to themselves.

Only when the two longswords returned to her hands did Xiao Qing, whose hair was slightly damp, finally breathe a sigh of relief and slowly turn around.

"The Unity Sword Formation, activate!"

A delicate shout rang out, and a soaring sword aura suddenly burst forth from the Tai Chi pattern in the center of the circular plaza behind them.

Thousands of sword shadows crisscrossed as Xiao Qing stepped into the main hall, and all the disciples of the Guiyi Sect behind her immediately knelt down.

As Xiao Qing slowly sat down in the main seat, she circulated her inner energy slightly, and the dampness around her vanished instantly. After restoring the Guiyi Sword Formation, Xiao Qing breathed a sigh of relief and finally revealed a smile.

Only after the sword energy above Taiji Square gradually dissipated did the elders arrive at the main hall one by one, bowing to Xiao Qing on the sect leader’s throne and saying in unison, "Congratulations, sect leader."

Xiao Qing waved her hand and said, "Thanks to the help of the elders."

Elder Luo, who was at the head of the group, stood up first and stepped forward, saying, "Once the sword formation is complete, even the Golden Crow Hall will have to think twice."

The other elders immediately echoed in agreement, but Xiao Qing shook her head and said, "The sword formation is ultimately an inanimate object. If we want to restore the prestige of the Guiyi Sect, the elders still need to urge the disciples to cultivate more."

The elders nodded again. With the sword formation repaired, everyone in the Guiyi Sect breathed a sigh of relief. The disciples outside the main hall were all beaming with joy, glancing at the Taiji Square from time to time, their young eyes filled with undisguised pride.

After reaching the sixth rank, Xiao Qing’s cultivation speed suddenly slowed down. However, even so, with the secret help of Song Hongdao, a ninth-rank expert, she had already reached the Great Perfection of the sixth rank.

Besides her cultivation level, Song Hongdao, who was well-versed in swordsmanship, would also give Xiao Qing pointers on her swordsmanship from time to time, which made her practice of the Seven Forms of Falling Flowers more and more proficient. Now, Xiao Qing already showed the demeanor of a grandmaster in every move.

Night falls.

As the light rain gradually stopped, the autumn wind became clearer and the autumn moon brighter within the Guiyi Gate. Under the vast moonlight, Xiao Qing moved lightly and soon arrived at the villa.

Upon entering, Xiao Qing immediately saw Song Hongdao, dressed in a gray-white Taoist robe, sitting by the window.

"Uncle Song." Xiao Qing gave a slight bow, her pretty face blushing.

"Sit down." Song Hongdao smiled slightly and said, "I heard the sword formation has been repaired?"

"Thanks to Uncle Song’s great help," Xiao Qing said hurriedly, then suddenly remembered how Song Hongdao had helped her, and her face flushed even more.

After glancing thoughtfully at Xiao Qing, Song Hongdao smiled with some relief.

With her legs slightly apart, Xiao Qing immediately understood and knelt between his legs, her face flushed.

Song Hongdao watched as Xiao Qing lowered her head and unzipped his pants, and his thick, long penis sprang out, hitting Xiao Qing’s delicate, pretty face.

"Ah..." Xiao Qing couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise. The familiar scent wafted towards her, and she reacted almost instantly.

Looking at Xiao Qing beneath him with satisfaction, Song Hongdao slowly lowered his gaze, and through Xiao Qing’s tight neckline, he saw the deep cleavage that was faintly visible.

Seemingly noticing Song Hongdao’s gaze, Xiao Qing lowered her head and unexpectedly opened her collar, revealing her full breasts.

With her hands cupping her two soft mounds, Xiao Qing leaned forward, actually trapping Song Hongdao’s thick, long penis between her breasts.

"After the seventh level, there is another realm on the path of cultivation, which is what people often call the upper three levels."

Enjoying Xiao Qing’s soft breasts, Song Hongdao explained the key points after the seventh level in detail. Looking at Xiao Qing’s stunningly beautiful face, he was momentarily stunned.

He had once met Xuan Yuan Liushuang once, and was one of the few men in the lower realm who had seen the true face of the top of the Heavenly Talent Ranking.

In his opinion, if Xiao Qing were to lose her virginity, her temperament and figure would definitely rise to another level, no less than that of Xuan Yuan Liushuang.

Unfortunately, there’s no rush...

Song Hongdao sighed inwardly. After spending half a month together, even a top-notch cultivator like him had been tempted to press this beauty down on him several times. However, for the sake of his grand plan to ascend to immortality, he had no choice but to wait for the right time.

Xiao Qing had no idea what Song Hongdao was thinking. Looking at the penis moving in and out of her chest, a faint mist rose in her beautiful eyes.

From initial discomfort and even nausea, Xiao Qing has now completely adapted to the taste of Song Hongdao’s semen, and even secretly looks forward to it deep down.

Looking at the two rosy nipples on Xiao Qing’s chest that were constantly throbbing beneath him, Song Hongdao exhaled a breath of stale air, instantly embraced Xiao Qing’s head that was lying between his legs, and thrust his lower body forward, his large glans immediately entering her warm and moist mouth.

Xiao Qing immediately raised her head. Her experience over the past few days had made her completely familiar with Song Hongdao’s shape. Now she could adjust the angle in the shortest amount of time to welcome Song Hongdao’s deep throat insertion.

Almost without pause, Song Hongdao’s foul-smelling glans forced its way through the soft flesh of Xiao Qing’s throat, and with another forceful thrust, the entire penis disappeared into Xiao Qing’s wide-open red lips.

What made Xiao Qing most uneasy was that, as the number of times increased, she was now actually feeling the effects of Song Hongdao’s rough actions, and her honey hole between her legs was becoming increasingly wet.

Song Hongdao, seemingly preoccupied, showed no pity. Holding Xiao Qing’s head, he thrust his hips rapidly, almost penetrating her completely each time.

Her snow-white neck rose and fell with his movements, and the sticky saliva at the corner of her mouth stretched longer and longer. Xiao Qing recalled Song Hongdao’s teachings, swallowing constantly while sucking hard with her small mouth, and her soft, fragrant tongue would occasionally wrap around the shaft and slide.

"I wonder what Qin Luo’s expression would be if he knew that his fiancée was kneeling on the ground every day sucking another man’s penis."

Song Hongdao’s words made Xiao Qing’s cheeks burn, and she unconsciously imagined Qin Luo right in front of her, watching her keep swallowing and spitting out Song Hongdao’s penis.

Don’t blame me... I did it for the sake of Guiyi Sect...

Despite trying to comfort herself in this way, Xiao Qing could still feel the spring water gushing out between her legs.

What’s wrong? Things have been so strange lately...

She even began to fantasize about Song Hongdao roughly pinning her down and forcefully inserting his penis, which was moving in and out of her throat, into her body.

But the last shred of reason in her mind brought her to her senses: my body belongs to Qin Luo, and I must give myself to him completely on our wedding night...

With his penis out, Song Hongdao deliberately slapped Xiao Qing’s pretty face with the shaft of his penis, a few strands of saliva sticking to her cheeks. This humiliating action only made Xiao Qing’s eyes more glazed.

She began to actively stick out her tongue and lick the penis that was slapping her face. Song Hongdao’s lips curled into a wicked smile, and he deliberately took two steps back. Xiao Qing on the ground unconsciously began to crawl, chasing after the penis in front of her. With her tongue slightly curled, she raised her buttocks high, striking a seductive and sexy pose.

Fortunately, the room was small, and after taking a few steps back, Song Hongdao leaned against the wall, watching with great interest as Xiao Qing stuck out her tongue and came closer.

As she put the penis back into her mouth, Xiao Qing unconsciously let out a satisfied groan. Before Song Hongdao could make a move, she began to actively sway her head, slowly taking the thick, long penis into her throat.

Oh... Qin Luo, look! Your fiancée is licking Uncle Song’s penis...

Imagining Qin Luo was right next to her, Xiao Qing, her face flushed with desire, actually reached one hand between her legs and slowly touched her wet clitoris.

A light rain began to fall outside the window again, the autumn water droplets gathering on the roof tiles and tapping on the bluestone in front of the door. The dripping sound made the room even more quiet. Through the flickering candlelight, a stunning beauty knelt between a man’s legs with a lustful expression. Her head moved slightly, causing her long black hair to dance wildly. The penis that was moving in and out was stained with saliva and gleamed with a lewd luster in front of the slightly open window.

The rain grew heavier, and Xiao Qing’s movements became faster. She was captivated by Song Hongdao’s pungent penis, and before she knew it, the large glans had swelled up again. Her jade hand between her legs could no longer restrain itself, and with a light movement of her fingers, it had already probed into her tight honey hole, rubbing around her two wet labia.

Finally, Song Hongdao could no longer bear it. He hugged Xiao Qing’s head tightly, thrust his waist forward, and shot streams of his semen into Xiao Qing’s stomach.

His ninth-level cultivation brought him extremely vigorous vitality, which also made his semen particularly abundant. Even after he slowly withdrew his penis, the glans, with its wide-open urethral opening, continued to ejaculate. Song Hongdao, intending to train the beauty beneath him, simply pulled out the entire penis and ejaculated a torrent onto Xiao Qing’s pretty face.

Strains of foul-smelling semen gradually covered Xiao Qing’s stunningly beautiful face. The thick, white fluid slid down her high, straight nose, flowed over her alluring red lips, and gathered into a long white line down her chin, hanging low between her exposed breasts.

Her jade-like fingers moved rapidly, and Xiao Qing, whose face was covered in spittle, trembled and knelt on the ground, climaxing.

Qin Luo, your fiancée has been cummed on by a big cock again...

"Thank you very much, Uncle Song, for the gift of essence."

Xiao Qing opened her mouth slightly, and the viscous semen instantly slid into her mouth. Between the opening and closing of her red lips, several transparent threads hung in, adding even more eroticism to this already incredibly sensual scene.

But Song Hongdao showed no mercy, taking a step forward and shoving his already-ejaculated penis back into Xiao Qing’s mouth.

Sticking out her tongue, Xiao Qing immediately began to carefully clean the penis in her mouth. With her movements, the desire that had subsided somewhat was reignited.

However, Song Hongdao seemed to have lost interest and waved his hand, saying, "Your cultivation is currently limited, so you must not be greedy."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qing stood up, but did not wipe the semen off her face. After tidying her clothes, she was about to say goodbye when she heard Song Hongdao say, "Come with me to a place in a few days."

"Where to?" Xiao Qing asked.

Song Hongdao dared not look at her pretty face stained with white fluid, and looked out the window, saying, "You’ll know when you get there."

Xiao Qing dared not neglect her benefactor. In addition, since the Guiyi Sword Formation had been repaired, it would be fine for her to leave the Guiyi Sect for a few days. So she simply nodded and agreed.

The autumn rain had not yet stopped, and the blue bricks on the path were washed clean by the rain. But even though Xiao Qing was walking in the misty rain, the desire in her heart had not subsided.

Thick semen mixed with rainwater dripped onto the solemn red dress, leaving white marks. As the rainwater increased, the red dress was completely soaked, clinging tightly to her delicate body and outlining her exquisite curves.

The bright autumn moon was obscured by dark clouds. A disciple who had gotten up in the middle of the night rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at Xiao Qing on the path with disbelief.

Her curvaceous and alluring body instantly aroused him. Xiao Qing seemed oblivious, continuing to walk along the path at a leisurely pace.

The disciple, frozen in place, dared not utter a sound. As Xiao Qing’s figure slowly disappeared into the courtyard, he actually reached into his crotch and began to masturbate rapidly...