Ch 51: Kiss | Divine Qi Sea Realm

The last of her nervousness melted under that gaze. Her body relaxed into his embrace, surrendering to the moment.

Xia Ning Chang murmured under her breath, "It feels... so good…", her voice barely more than a whisper. Even with her pressed against him, Wang Feng could only sense the vibrations of her words rather than hear them clearly. Before he could dwell on it, his thoughts scattered.

She leaned in.

Her soft, cherry lips brushed delicately against his.

That single touch ignited the tension that had been simmering between them, unleashing it into a surge of raw, consuming passion. As though instinctively synchronized, they responded to each other's longing with deep, aching urgency.

Wang Feng's left hand remained firm on her waist, anchoring her to him. His right hand slowly slid up her spine, his fingers tracing her back with sensual precision. Xia Ning Chang trembled in his arms, a delicate shiver dancing down her body as his hand buried itself into her silken hair.

Her hands, once cupping his cheeks, slid around to the nape of his neck. Her slender arms circled his head, drawing him even closer as their kiss deepened with unspoken hunger.

Wang Feng parted his lips, his tongue slipping out to press gently against her closed mouth. He met only the slightest resistance—just the natural pause of hesitation—before her lips parted for him.

Their tongues met and entwined, soft and wet, exploring each other in a rhythm neither had practiced, but both seemed to know. They became lost in the moment—lost in one another—so completely that they forgot the true reason for their closeness.

Until it happened.

Xia Ning Chang's senses stirred when she felt something foreign—cool, potent, and brimming with energy—touch her tongue. The Nine Yin Foundation Dew, nestled within Wang Feng's mouth, had finally made contact.

Though reluctant, she did what she must.

With a swift, soft bite, her teeth nipped at his tongue—not enough to hurt, but enough to draw a drop of blood rich in Yang Qi, along with a trace of the Yin Dew. The sharp jolt pulled Wang Feng from his haze, snapping his awareness back into focus.

Xia Ning Chang began to retreat, her lips leaving his as she tried to pull away.

But she couldn't.

Wang Feng's arm remained around her waist, his hold unyielding. She stared up at him, flustered, her cheeks flushed to the tips of her ears. Her breath was quick and uneven, her expression torn between embarrassment and wonder.

A teasing smirk tugged at Wang Feng's lips as he finally allowed the Golden Skeleton within him to act. The entity stirred and devoured the remaining Dew, pulling it effortlessly into itself. The Yin energy disappeared within seconds, fully absorbed.

"Hmm~ Pulling away after stealing a kiss?" Wang Feng drawled, his tone playful as he tightened his hold slightly, their bodies now pressed together. "You're not trying to run away after taking advantage of me, are you... Senior Sister~?"

Xia Ning Chang's face burned an even deeper shade of red—nearly glowing from sheer mortification—but she no longer resisted. On the contrary, her hands rested gently on his chest, her eyes shimmering with affection as she looked up at him. A bashful, luminous smile tugged at her lips.

Wang Feng swallowed hard, desire stirring once more at the sight of her expression—innocent, yet inviting.

He leaned forward, drawn by the heat between them, ready to reclaim her lips with another kiss.

But just as he closed in, a slender finger touched his lips, stopping him mid-motion. Pressed vertically against his mouth, the gesture was soft yet firm. Xia Ning Chang giggled, her voice light and lilting, like spring breeze over petals.

"I'm not running, Junior Brother Feng~" she teased. "But... I still need to absorb the Dew."

Wang Feng froze, his expression twitching ever so slightly.

'Fcking Dew…!'* he cursed inwardly, biting back a groan.

....

Wang Feng cast a glance toward the cross-legged Xia Ning Chang, still silently grumbling to himself about the abrupt interruption to their long-awaited moment. Even so, he hadn't argued—he understood the importance of what was to come.

As he watched her, he could feel her aura rising steadily, growing stronger and more refined with every passing breath. Her spiritual energy was stabilizing, transforming, evolving. Wang Feng narrowed his eyes, analyzing the fluctuations in her Qi before reaching a conclusion.

'She's on the verge of breaking through to the Fourth Stage of the Foundation Realm....'

He exhaled a soft sigh, shifting his gaze from her to his own cultivation base. "No more idling around…" he muttered under his breath.

With a flick of his wrist, ten formation flags materialized in the air. They fluttered briefly before shooting out, embedding themselves into the ground in a perfect circle around the pair. At the same time, another wave of his hand summoned several Spirit Stones, one beside each flag.

As the Spirit Stones fed energy into the flags, each one pulsed rhythmically. A thick, ethereal mist began to swirl outwards, spreading over the area until the surroundings were cloaked in a haze. The air shimmered slightly, the mist exuding an invisible pressure that warped perception and dulled awareness.

This was the Shrouding Mist Array—a Heaven-grade Array, one of the pre-ingraved Formations of the Flags, that confused directional sense and cloaked the region from prying senses, causing others to subconsciously avoid or ignore the area entirely.

Satisfied with the flawless activation, Wang Feng cast one final look at Xia Ning Chang. Then, without another word, he sank into a cross-legged position and closed his eyes. His consciousness dove inward, fragmenting across his internal landscape—his Dantian, Pulses, Meridians, and the Golden Skeleton nestled deep within.

He focused first on the six attributed Qi swirling calmly in his Dantian, then shifted his attention to the condensed Pure Yin Qi and the recently acquired Nine Yin Foundation Dew resting within the Golden Skeleton.

With a focused breath, he mentally tugged at the Yin Qi.

The response was immediate. The Yin energy stirred and began to leak from the Golden Skeleton, like a cold mist awakening from a deep slumber.

Wang Feng wasted no time. He activated the Second Stage of his cultivation technique—a refined method allowing the seamless integration of both Yin and Yang Qi into the Dantian.

He hadn't needed this step before. His Pure Yang Physique (Embryo) had allowed his body to naturally harmonize with Yang Qi without assistance. Yang Qi was now an inherent part of his being, an extension of his very core.

But Yin Qi was different.

The Golden Skeleton, for all its power, was not yet truly his. It remained a foreign entity—cooperative, but distant. As a result, Wang Feng could only draw on its energy with the most basic functionality, lacking the full benefits of ownership.

Still, the Yin Qi obeyed. It flowed from the skeleton, winding through his Meridians, seeping into his Pulses, and finally trickling into his Dantian. Each droplet sent a chilly ripple through his body, cold and biting, yet also invigorating.

Wang Feng held his breath.

Would the Skeleton resist?

Seconds passed.

Nothing.

He sighed in relief. 'Good… it's not retaliating.'

Encouraged, he willed a greater flow of Yin Qi to funnel outward. The energy surged, thickening as it spiraled through his body, coiling tighter and tighter into his Dantian. With each passing moment, he could feel the limits of his current stage being tested.

His Dantian expanded ever so slightly under the pressure, the borders of its capacity stretching, loosening. The tension built steadily, a mounting tide of force and anticipation. Time became meaningless. He had no idea how long he'd been refining—only that he was approaching something pivotal.

And then, it happened.

A sharp pull in his core. A sudden, powerful suction within his Dantian. His heartbeat quickened. His mind tingled with clarity.

A Breakthrough was upon him!

A flicker of excitement sparked in Wang Feng's eyes as his attention honed in on the Nine Yin Foundation Dew nestled within the Golden Skeleton. With careful intent, he directed a portion of it outward, sheathing it in a protective layer of Yang Qi as it left its crystalline confinement.

The moment the Dew entered his meridians, it ruptured into a torrent of pure, unadulterated Yin Qi—cold, potent, and fierce. The Yin energy surged like a flood, barreling through his channels, penetrating his pulses, and crashing into his Dantian with overwhelming force.

The abrupt influx disrupted the delicate harmony of the seven attributed Qis within his core. The once steady flow became a whirlwind of instability, the various energies colliding and spiraling chaotically.

Wang Feng, however, remained composed. His expression was calm, his gaze steady. With practiced precision, he retrieved a pill from his spatial ring and swallowed it in one smooth motion.

The pill slid down his throat and dissolved almost instantly. From within, a stream of refined Yin and Yang energy emerged, tightly compressed and laced with a mysterious, stabilizing essence. As it reached the raging tempest inside his Dantian, the energy didn't falter. It burst forward like a spear through chaos, weaving itself into the unruly currents.

This was the Yin-Yang Balancing Pill, a rare dual-element concoction he had Xia Ning Chang refine, long ago, for this very purpose.

Maintaining the flow of his cultivation technique, Wang Feng observed as the pill's potent energies began to permeate the storm within. At first, there was no visible shift. The chaos continued unabated, the Qi within clashing violently.

But slowly—almost imperceptibly—the turbulent flows began to waver. The violent surges dulled. The spirals softened. Under the influence of the pill and Wang Feng's precise circulation, the rogue energies started to harmonize. What had been a maelstrom gradually became a serene, synchronized current.

Yet peace in flow did not equal comfort.

His Dantian, bloated beyond capacity, trembled as if ready to rupture. The pressure within surged with each heartbeat, threatening to tear him apart from the inside. Wang Feng's jaw clenched. He held steady.

He waited—timing the critical moment. Then, as the pressure reached its absolute peak, he surged into motion.

Qi blazed through his meridians as he accelerated his technique's circulation to its limit. The Pill's remaining essence was fully refined in mere seconds. His body steamed with internal heat, energy compacted to its absolute limit, trembling on the edge of detonation.

And then—

BOOM!

A thunderous blast rang out within his core.

Wang Feng released the entire ocean of Qi he had been restraining. Like a dam breaking, the compressed energy erupted, slamming into the boundaries of his Dantian with cataclysmic force.

The results were immediate.

His Dantian expanded—no, transcended its former state—ballooning to more than eight times its previous capacity. The Qi in his meridians and pulses surged inward, flooding the new space with unimaginable volume and power.

The surrounding air stirred violently. The ambient Qi, stirred by his breakthrough, was drawn toward him in dense streams. But Wang Feng didn't lose control. Not even for a moment.

Refusing to affect Xia Ning Chang's advancement, he hurled out hundreds of Spirit Stones around them. The stones shattered, saturating the air with raw energy that the formation absorbed and redirected toward them.

The effect was immediate. A spiraling Qi vortex formed around the two cultivators, pulling spiritual energy from every direction like water rushing through a broken dam.

While Wang Feng's reserves ballooned, becoming deeper and more formidable than ever before, the effect on Xia Ning Chang was no less profound. Bathed in the nourishing current of pure Qi, her own breakthrough accelerated dramatically.

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