Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

Chu Mingkong pretended to be stupid, but remained blunt with trepidation:

"I don't know either. Would this feeling suit Master's wife's taste?"

Why do you ask that?

"I remember Master's wife saying before that she liked the temperament and feeling of a child, so I care a lot about this. Being a smaller body has many discomforts and inconveniences. I can't even hold Master's wife tightly. Just now, Master's wife said that I feel like a child right now. Does that mean it's okay to be close to Master's wife like this?"

"You're not cultivating for your master's wife, so why are you thinking about so many distractions?" Perhaps sensing that her disciple was starting to rebel, Shen Xuejun added, "But if you ask me, I'd rather you keep this kind of temperament, shrink down again, and let your master's wife hold you."

"..." Chu Mingkong's face fell, feeling deeply exhausted.

"But since you want to get closer to your master's wife more easily, you don't have to shrink to be with her for now. No one can be a child spirit forever, and you can't be a demon fetus forever either. When your childlike nature disappears, you can return to the old rules."

"Since you didn't voluntarily shrink when you came to see your master's wife today, we won't pursue the matter further."

Actually, Shen Xuejun really didn't want Chu Mingkong to shrink in the current situation, because it would make his childhood form appear as two different things to her.

The change in his temperament signifies growth. One day, when this strange, demonic temperament ends and reverts back to its original state, it will still feel strange.

However, Shen Xuejun sensed that this kid had a rebellious streak, so she had to keep him in check and not spoil Mingkong like Zuo Qiuchi did.

She taught poorly and went astray.

I'll have to teach you.

"Master's wife, I'd like to massage your legs as a sign of filial piety. Afterwards, could I experience some authentic spiritual energy?" Chu Mingkong suddenly asked.

Shen Xuejun raised her plump, long, and shapely legs, clad in white stockings, and said:

"Okay, come over here and help your teacher's wife take off her socks."

Chapter 109 The Master's Wife's Dominance

Outside, it grew dark before we knew it. It was rare for the night in the East China Sea to turn so dark so quickly, as if a black curtain had been drawn to cover someone's guilty conscience.

This was supposed to be a leg massage, but Chu Mingkong felt an unusual tension in his heart. He had already done many outrageous things, and he couldn't figure out where his anxiety came from.

Shen Xuejun remained seated, her posture unchanged, her gaze calmly fixed on the man squatting beside her, watching his large hands slip beneath her snow-white skirt.

Perhaps afraid of probing too deeply and touching something she shouldn't, Shen Xuejun could feel the man's hand moving very slowly, his fingertips resting on her beautiful legs in stockings, sliding all the way up. Sometimes he thought he had almost reached her, but then he discovered that her thighs were not only plump and fleshy, but also very long, and his fingertips only reached the middle of her thighs.

Carefully stroking the edge of the white stockings, Chu Mingkong let out a long sigh and slowly peeled the stockings off his thigh, a process somewhat like peeling the skin off a chilled grape.

When the fruit's skin and flesh are intact, they are firm; once the skin is peeled off, water comes out, revealing the translucent, tender flesh. This refers to the teacher's wife's thighs, which are moist, tender, and beautiful.

Chu Mingkong squatted down beside her legs, placed the warm stockings on the table, and began to massage his master's wife's legs from her ankles to her thighs.

The legs of my teacher's wife and sister truly exemplify what it means to be so white they practically glow. As darkness fell outside, the unlit room was dimly lit, but my teacher's wife's legs stood out with their smooth, white radiance. Even without stockings to accentuate their shape, the curves of her jade-like legs were already exquisitely beautiful.

Chu Mingkong massaged his legs meticulously, maintaining his composure amidst the tension, afraid that he might cause trouble if he lost focus.

He was struggling with a thought. His master's wife was the type to accept direct questions and requests. If he, in his childhood self, made some requests that she wouldn't refuse, would it work if he said it now?

Chu Mingkong glanced at Shen Xuejun, then his gaze lingered eagerly on her fair and beautiful legs: "Master's wife, is this pressure alright?"

Shen Xuejun probably wasn't one for romantic talk; she simply commented objectively, "The strength is acceptable, but your palms have calluses."

This is something Chu Mingkong can't handle. Cocoons can be considered a type of muscle developed through exercise, and strengthening a cultivator's physique won't remove them.

"How about I shrink down and let my master's wife pinch me again?"

"No need for now. You're right about one thing: a larger body has its advantages. If we let the juvenile come over, those tiny hands would feel like they're pinching flesh."

Chu Mingkong thought about it and it seemed to make sense. If you come to the small toilet to massage your legs, what can those small hands actually do? What's the difference between that and pinching the thigh flesh bit by bit?

He kneaded her legs slowly, his fingers not missing an inch of skin, but time passed quickly. Before Chu Mingkong's inner turmoil was over, his hands had already moved from her ankles to the depths of her snow-white skirt, to the most voluptuous part of her thighs.

The base of his hand was already at the deepest point, lightly touching that mysterious, tender flesh. His fingers were encircling the thigh, and he could vaguely touch the edge of the buttocks.

Since he dared not move forward, he could only retreat. Chu Mingkong retreated back to her jade feet, intending to take the opportunity of the massage to play with and admire them carefully, when Shen Xuejun raised her jade feet and stepped on one of his hands, which was crossed above and below her.

This was merely Shen Xuejun's way of stopping him; she lightly stepped on his hand, indicating that he could stop. However, the soft and wonderful sensation of her instep and sole simultaneously reached his mind, and the whisk that had been suppressed for so long couldn't help but twitch between his trousers.

This scene did not escape the notice of the cold and beautiful woman; Chu Mingkong noticed that her gaze shifted slightly.

"Master's wife, what's wrong...?" This time, Chu Mingkong didn't dare to raise his eyes to meet her gaze.

This is where Chu Mingkong's heart trembles. Even though his master's wife has said that she can accept his current demonic fetus temperament, he still doesn't receive the same indulgent favoritism from his master's wife as his younger self. He doesn't dare to act rashly for the time being.

Fortunately, Shen Xuejun did not point out his "reckless behavior" just now, but said, "Have you forgotten what you said at the beginning?"

"?" Chu Mingkong fell silent. He had really forgotten, mainly because he didn't know when his master's wife meant "at the beginning".

"You said you wanted to experience the normal spiritual energy for nourishing the soul."

"I remember now." Chu Mingkong nodded; there was indeed such a thing.

"I had thought about letting Yunhan experience this realm and spiritual energy before, but I didn't do it in the end. But since you have strangely cultivated a demonic embryo, you can experience it."

Shen Xuejun didn't decide to let Yunhan experience the previous realms, because experiencing them now would be of no benefit to her. Knowing them wouldn't help, and might even cause her to become impatient and go astray. If the world were like it was in the past, Yunhan could have progressed simultaneously from the very beginning of her cultivation, naturally balancing the cultivation of her body and spirit.

"How do I do it?" Chu Mingkong asked nervously, secretly and shamefully admitting that he wanted to seduce his master's wife...

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Shen Xuejun extended a slender finger. The fingertip seemed to be empty, but in fact, there was an invisible force on it. When Shen Xuejun removed her finger, that force still hovered there.

Chu Mingkong knew that it must be the so-called soul-nourishing spiritual energy. Perhaps because Chu Mingkong followed the path of demonic thought, it was difficult to see with the naked eye, but he could sense that it had surpassed many people in this world.

However... it seems the treatment for the larger one is indeed a bit poor; they really just take out the soul-nourishing spiritual energy for him to experience.

"You can't absorb this power. Just swallow it and feel it. I'll take it back in a moment, otherwise it will damage your demonic embryo."

After listening to the beautiful woman, Chu Mingkong bent down and swallowed the invisible spiritual energy. Perhaps it was due to the difference in spiritual energy, but this power seemed to be repelling his demonic fetus. The closer he got, the further away the power went.

Vision couldn't capture it, but perception could vaguely determine its location. Chu Mingkong suddenly lunged forward, his face slamming into something soft. He tasted a bit of that power, an endless, profound feeling as if he were facing an abyss of the soul.

The spiritual energy ball burrowed into the deepest part of the valley. Left with no other choice, Chu Mingkong had to unbutton his master's clothes and chase after the little energy ball in the smooth, milky-scented snow mountain valley, savoring the vast and high-level realm of soul-nourishing spiritual energy bit by bit.

Not long after Chu Mingkong held that thick, soft liquid in his hands and swallowed all of that power, Shen Xuejun didn't give him a chance to savor it, lest he unintentionally absorb it. She pinched Chu Mingkong's chin, pulling herself closer to him.

Her stunningly beautiful face was instantly within arm's reach of Chu Mingkong's, and her fragrant tongue pried open his teeth, guiding the spiritual energy back into her body.

At the same time, Chu Mingkong's body suddenly stiffened. His master's wife, who had been stepping on his hands with her hands stacked on top of each other, had now unknowingly started stepping on other things.

Shen Xuejun remained seated there with an air of solemn authority, maintaining control of the situation. She cupped his cheeks in her hands, guiding the return of the soul-nourishing spiritual energy, while her feet released the antidote her disciple had stockpiled.

Chu Mingkong bent over and bowed in front of his master's wife, passively resisting but unable to fight back.

Chapter 110 The Monk by the Sea

It ended, after being stepped on and tormented several times in a row, leaving me feeling completely drained.

Chu Mingkong felt he should pay more attention to the soul-nourishing spiritual energy he had just sensed, but his gaze and mind were focused on his master's wife.

Master's wife Shen Xuejun released her hands from Chu Mingkong's cheeks, quickly straightened her clothes, and tucked the plump, soft, and tender little dumpling into her clothes.

Her pair of flawless white legs looked disheveled and wet, with almost every toe crevices covered in antidote.

The filial piety was palpable, thick and sticky like lacquer. Shen Xuejun was slightly startled. If a woman's legs could be used for reproduction, she estimated that after what had just happened, her own feet would most likely not escape.

"Just now, I helped you draw back all the spiritual energy to nourish your soul. You can recall it after you go back, but you must not try to sense the existence of this power in the world in ordinary ways."

"Ok."

Chu Mingkong didn't ask for the reason. His mind was still a bit foggy, and his switching speed was very slow. He could only answer. However, even if he knew the reason, it wouldn't be something he could solve. If there really was a solution, the system would be leading him to the orthodox path of soul cultivation.

"That's what I wanted to say. Also, don't tell Yunhan about your demonic fetus, otherwise she might want to try your methods, since she doesn't have the Abyss Wound to protect her."

As Shen Xuejun gave her instructions, a chill emanated from her, and the disheveled state of her jade-like feet condensed into ice crystals, which rustled as they fell to the ground.

She took out another pair of white stockings and slipped them onto her jade-like legs. Watching a beautiful woman wear stockings was truly a delightful experience, surpassing countless other charms.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do to help, Chu Mingkong stood in the room for a while longer before leaving.

Perhaps he had gotten used to staying at Xiaoxiang Qin Academy these past few days, Chu Mingkong subconsciously wanted to go out and return to the next room, but when he sensed the gazes around him, he instantly came to his senses.

I'm only pretending to leave the East China Sea now; I can't act rashly any longer.

"Women's feet are really amazing..." Chu Mingkong sighed, quickly gathering his thoughts. He activated his Nirvana Domain, ensuring his concealment was in place, and then took a walk and meditated near the base.

If I go back to my room and sit alone now, I feel like my mind will keep wandering and I can't stop thinking. I need to go to a crowded place to distract myself.

"It seems my master's wife just helped me suppress the demonic fetus's aura?"

His cultivation level was not yet high enough to allow him to easily control himself. Even his master, who did not cultivate his soul, could sense that there were certain differences in him. This was the aura of a demonic fetus. However, his master's wife had suppressed it for him, so that even a person with a slightly higher cultivation level would not find something strange about him and attract attention.

"Is there any way to help Yunhan solve her cultivation problem? I guess her master is stuck here too, but she's too indifferent to think about it. I wonder if we could share the demonic thoughts we retrieved from the girls with them?"

After all, this is dual cultivation, which is mutually beneficial rather than a one-sided practice of absorbing essence. It should still bring benefits to the girls' cultivation, right?

"But wouldn't that mean Yunhan would be..." This problem was so thorny that Chu Mingkong's steps unconsciously came to a halt.

Chu Mingkong hadn't even figured out how to explain things to Xiao Zhi's mother yet.

So, if we handle things on both sides, would that be a solution? Not necessarily. Yongzhen and Madam Zhen did the same thing, but they're still keeping it a secret!

"Hey."

Chu Mingkong strolled through this coastal town, the sounds of the tides rising and falling and the waves crashing against the shore mingling with the conversations of the locals.

"Why did it get dark so quickly today? Something's not right. Look at this fog, my goodness, we can't see almost the entire coastline." A local man, with a hookah in his mouth, sighed and discussed the situation.

Upon hearing this, Chu Mingkong realized that it was indeed getting dark quite early. Normally, it should not even be evening yet, but the sky was already completely dark, and it was not the clear and tranquil darkness of nightfall, but a heavy and oppressive black.

Actually, when Chu Mingkong was discussing cultivation matters with his master's wife in the room, he noticed that it was getting dark, but he didn't think much of it at the time.

The tides on the sea surface surged ceaselessly, as if black sea fog was advancing back and forth with the waves, vaguely giving the feeling of encircling the East China Sea and isolating it from the world.

Chu Mingkong arrived at the seaside again. There were many people standing on the beach watching the sea, including the same fishermen from before.

"Hey, what's going on? The waves were just over and now it's like this again. The fog is so thick, you can't even see how far you can pee. How are we supposed to sail?"

"Grandpa, is the Dragon King of the Sea angry and causing trouble again?" asked the child who was playing with throwing pebbles.

"That doesn't seem like it. That's not how someone gets angry. It must be a typhoon. The wind is so strong. Do you see that guy over there?" The old man pointed to a young man standing on a high place, taking out his sniper rifle and firing.

He urinated into the wind, and the sea breeze blew it back onto his face, the parabolic stream of water flying wildly after it came out of his mouth.

Several companions were standing next to him, seemingly having come together. After mocking their friend, they all pulled out their guns to test the water pressure, but without exception, they all ended up urinating in their own faces or on other people's faces.