Chapter 201 - Initial Stage, Godly Cultivation Ar (1/2)

Chapter 201 Initial Stage, Godly Cultivation Art.

AST 201 – Initial Stage, Godly Cultivation Art

“I don’t know, but you don’t have to worry about the little lass. I will think of something for her problems. Afterward, I’ll write out the cultivation art for you. You must ensure and guide her in her cultivation in the future.” Qing Shui distracted the little lass as he spoke to Yiye Jiange.

“Mhm, you must be careful since you are all alone outside.”

Qing Shui could hear the reluctance in Yiye Jiange’s voice. It seemed like she wasn’t used to feeling concern for others. Qing Shui smiled; to him, it was already satisfactory that he could cause Yiye Jiange to be concerned about him.

After he returned, Qing Shui felt that he should bid farewell to Wu-shuang and… Zhu Qing. It had been almost half a month since he last saw Zhu Qing.

“How fast has time passed!”

When Qing Shui arrived at Zhu Qing Peak, there were no longer any female disciples standing guard. Nowadays, there would also be male disciples that appeared in Zhu Qing Peak, and even couples could be spotted there.

How unbelievable was this! He made some inquiries about Wu-shuang’s location and discovered that she was residing in a courtyard of her own. After all, Wu-shuang was a Xiantian-level Protector in the Skysword Sect. Treatment towards her wouldn’t be too bad.

“Zhu Qing Peak no longer forbids male disciples from entering?” Qing Shui asked Wu-shuang when he met her, with a touch of bewilderment in his voice.

“Yes. Over ten days ago, Master abolished the rules and no longer forbids male and female disciples from falling in love.” Wenren Wu-shuang replied as she took note of the bewilderment of Qing Shui.

Qing Shui snickered as he continued. “Are you not inviting me in to have a seat?”

Wenren Wu-shuang involuntarily blushed, and, after a moment of hesitation, allowed Qing Shui to enter. Her place didn’t seem to be too big, and she had a small and extremely cozy kitchen.

Against the snow-white walls was a pink-colored sofa. In front of the sofa, there was a small dining table manufactured from wood. Qing Shui gazed at Wenren Wu-shuang, who was standing beside the sofa.

“I need to be away for a period of time.” Qing Shui held Wu-shuang’s hands as they sat down on the sofa.

“How long would that be?” Wu-shuang gazed at Qing Shui in shock as she asked, feeling somewhat ill at ease.

“No idea, but it should be quite some time before I return!” Qing Shui replied lightly.

Wenren Wu-shuang went silent as she bowed her head, not saying anything. Qing Shui also didn’t expect her reaction to be like this. Holding her hand, he brought it in front of his chest.

“Argh!”

Wu-shuang called out in surprise but didn’t resist as she quietly lay in Qing Shui’s embrace.

At this time, their relationship had already gone to the point beyond friends. Qing Shui hesitated no longer as he moved with customary expertise, planting a kiss on Wenren Wu-shuang’s lips and using his tongue to interact with the dainty, fragrant tongue of Wu-shuang.

This time around, against all expectations, Wu-shuang passionately coordinated with Qing Shui as her tongue took the initiative to tangle with Qing Shui’s tongue. Seemingly lost in enjoyment, Wu-shuang closed her eyes.

Gradually, both of them were lying down on the sofa. Wenren Wu-shuang climbed atop of Qing Shui as Qing Shui opened his eyes wide, kissing her with no reservation. That suggestive position, as well as feeling something hard humping her, caused Wu-shuang’s cheeks to redden.

Like a conditioned reflex, Wu-shuang tightened and squeezed her legs together, only to hear Qing Shui’s naughty laughter as his hands explored and squeezed Wu-shuang’s perky butt.

Using his hands to press down on her buttocks, Qing Shui humped and thrusted from below. His hard rod got increasingly stronger and stronger, until it pointed straight at the heavens!

“Mmmm~”

A light moan escaped the lips of Wu-shuang. Her eyes slowly opened, and had an indescribable charm reflected within them. Qing Shui then flipped her over, pressing her down. His chest felt Wushuang’s towering twin peaks jutting against it.

Kissing her face and her lips, Qing Shui moved downwards and started using his tongue to trace the contours of Wu-shuang’s nipples through her clothes. How marvelous was that elasticity and fragrance!

“Qing Shui, you can’t!” Wu-shuang panted as she grabbed hold of Qing Shui’s hands that were about to take off her clothes.

Qing Shui hugged her tightly and stopped his actions. He had seen a faint trace of sorrow in the bashful expression on Wu-shuang’s face earlier.

Qing Shui snaked out his tongue, locking lips with her, and gently kissed her until her lips got slightly swollen before Qing Shui released her mouth.

“Wu-shuang, I wanna touch you.” Qing Shui breathed as he gazed at the bashful Wu-shuang, who had her head lowered.

Silence answered Qing Shui!

“May I..?” Qing Shui whispered as he gently licked the ears of Wu-shuang

“Mmm.” The gentle sound of assurance rang out, but no one knew if this was the response of love from Wu-shuang, or Qing Shui’s mastery of tempo control.

A hand lifted her exquisite chin, and another hand felt her erect nipples. Qing Shui gazed at the intoxicated, elegant, bashful face of Wu-shuang, who was drowning in passion.

Pausing for a moment, Qing Shui was satisfied as he gazed at the slightly dishevelled clothes and hair of Wu-shuang, lost in her beauty.