All Seeing Eye*

Han Ling woke up to the soft light passing through the translucent paper shoji doors hitting his eyes. His body ached against the thin cotton mattress, and as he sat up, he heard the creak of bamboo floorboards under his weight. In front of him, the woven straw meditation mat stood out on the clean floor. The air carried the scent of bamboo and damp earth, but no memory formed in his mind, only flashes of what had happened with Han Xinrou.

Han Xinrou remembered that the two had become intimate. It was a pleasant surprise for him to discover that Han Xinrou was still a virgin. But even though she was a virgin, her cultivation was high, so Han Ling was eventually overwhelmed by Han Xinrou's ferocity and boundless energy.

Upon carefully feeling his body, it seemed that a wave of energy had flooded his dantian, consolidating into something greater.

The cultivation realms of this world could be divided into Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, among others.

After being betrayed by Lin Mei, Lin Yan's Nascent Soul cultivation had been crippled, turning him into a mere mortal. However, after the night of dual cultivation he had with Han Xinrou, Han Ling felt that his cultivation had recovered to the peak of the Golden Core realm, which was very surprising, since with Lin Yan's memories, Han Ling knew how hard it was to reach the Golden Core, let alone jump straight to the peak of the realm.

Han Ling quickly concluded that the reason was because he had already once had a Nascent Soul cultivation, and Han Xinrou had a very high cultivation level.

Han Ling swallowed hard at the thought of this possibility. How high must her cultivation level be for that to happen?

Suddenly, as if waiting for the moment, the Shoji door opened abruptly. The silhouette framed by the sunlight was unmistakable. Her ink-black hair spilled down to her waist, crystalline eyes with hidden darkness, and a sweet and gentle smile. She was Han Xinrou.

"Sweetie…" Han Xinrou's voice was soft and sweet, but there was a subtle madness hidden in every syllable. "You're awake. Finally."

Han Ling kept a neutral expression, but his eyes carefully analyzed her. The slight blush on her cheeks, the qi still pulsing around her body like a suffocating heat field. It was evident she hadn't calmed down yet.

"Xinrou," Han Ling said, his tone low and hoarse, as if his throat were dry. "How long was I unconscious?"

"Three whole days," Han Xinrou replied, slowly sitting beside him, her pale fingers lightly brushing his face. "When you passed out… I thought I had lost you again, Sweetie. If you hadn't woken up… I would've destroyed this whole world."

Han Ling did not doubt it. He knew the madness burning behind that passionate gaze. And that was exactly what fascinated him.

"You… haven't changed at all," he murmured. "Still obsessed with me."

Han Xinrou laughed, a crystalline, broken laugh, like glass shattering underfoot.

"Of course I haven't changed. I killed myself just to find you again, Sweetie. And now I'm never letting you go again," Han Xinrou leaned in, her lips nearly brushing Han Ling's.

Han Ling felt a spark of something, his heart racing and swelling—it was something only Han Xinrou could evoke.

This didn't show on his face; Han Ling held Han Xinrou's chin and murmured, "Sweetie? That's the nickname you gave me?"

Han Xinrou smiled, her eyes gleaming as if the question carried a delicious, intimate weight.

"Yes," Han Xinrou answered with poisonous sweetness, her voice tinged with delight and madness.

"Because you're sweet… makes me want to lick, bite… kiss you until you melt completely in my mouth." Han Xinrou let out a trembling sigh, her pupils dilated, her face flushed with a desire that seemed more fever than affection.

"Every little piece of you makes me feel like this… hungry." She rubbed her thighs, as if trying to relieve an itch down there, which didn't escape Han Ling's eyes.

Han Ling raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp and impassive like a sheathed blade: "Then why do I have to call you 'master,' huh?"

Han Ling raised his chin arrogantly and said in a cold voice: "When it's clear that I'm the one in control here."

A soft metallic click echoed in the room.

Han Xinrou slowly pulled the chain attached to the collar around Han Ling's neck. A lascivious and possessive smile curved her lips as she tugged the collar hard enough to tilt Han Ling's face toward her.

"Are you really, Sweetie?" Han Xinrou whispered, her gaze burning with intensity.

"Because this right here…" Han Xinrou gave another gentle tug, the sound of rings clashing against each other: "Says otherwise."

Han Xinrou raised one eyebrow, her trembling fingertips still holding the collar. Her eyes gleamed with equal parts challenge and desire.

"This only happens because I let it," Han Ling murmured, his voice as soft as the glide of a blade. "But make no mistake: even with this little chain, I'm the one who sets the pace here."

In a feline motion, Han Ling pushed her down onto the futon, her clothes bunching around her waist. Han Xinrou's body heaved, the sweet scent of her skin filling the air. She let out a soft laugh, almost a hoarse whisper:

"You talk like I'm weak, Sweetie. But I'm the one who controls you." Han Xinrou stretched her neck, leaning close to Han Ling's ear. "I could dominate you with a single thought."

Han Ling smiled indifferently, as if watching an insect struggling to free itself from a web. With a firm tug, he grabbed Han Xinrou's chin, forcing her to look at him.

"You're very sensitive down there," Han Ling said, sliding his fingertips along the inner curve of her thigh, slowly moving down until he found her damp vulnerability. "After yesterday, after being mine... you've become like this, so easily stimulated."

A moan escaped Han Xinrou, involuntary, as his fingers dug into the thin silk of her kimono. Han Ling leaned in, his hot breath brushing her skin.

"Yes, you could resist," Han Ling continued, teasing her with precise, circular, insistent touches. "But do you want to resist?"

Han Xinrou tried to look away, fighting that mixture of shame and desire, but her legs gave out. Han Ling intensified his touch, a single finger now exploring her center with torturous delicacy. Han Xinrou's reflex was to gasp, gripping her own thighs, wanting to pull away and, at the same time, begging for more.

"There is no escape, Xinrou," Han Ling murmured, as he pressed his body against Han Xinrou's, the heat of her breasts touching his chest. "I could leave you begging for my touch until the end of time."

Han Xinrou clenched his fists in the sheets, his eyes teary but shining with triumph:

"If you are so... so much the owner of me, then prove it." His voice came out broken, an invitation and a challenge.

Han Ling smiled, satisfied. He gently removed her kimono from one shoulder, exposing her soft skin, speckled with a deep blush. His fingers, now two, slid inside her, unhurriedly, feeling every contraction of that body that only beat for him.

She moaned loudly, madness and passion igniting every nerve. Han Xinrou's nails dug into Han Ling's back, digging deep until they drew blood, but Han Ling didn't care about that, her focus was solely on making Han Xinrou moan. He leaned down to kiss her neck, his whispered voice sounding like a sentence:

"Then resist, Xinrou. Resist… if you dare."

And in that instant, her response was a scream of total surrender.

As the night went on, Han Xinrou's moans grew louder and louder. Her moans were a sweet and wonderful sound, but only Han Ling had the honor of hearing her moan like that.

***

A week later, on Jade Peak, Han Ling rested in a bamboo chair, his serene appearance making him seem completely in harmony with the silent surroundings of Jade Peak.

In the past few days, Han Ling had gathered some information about the Open Sky Sect.

The Open Sky Sect was the dominant sect, establishing a global hegemony. This was because the Open Sky Sect controlled the Ascension Platform, being the only bridge of contact with the Immortal Realm. Many cultivators sought the Open Sky Sect, all in the hope of ascending to the Immortal Realm and becoming immortal.

The Open Sky Sect originally consisted of nine peaks, each peak representing an immortal family from the Immortal Realm, with each elder possessing a physique and bloodline granted by the immortals.

But this situation changed when his sister, Han Xinrou, arrived at the sect. She was in the Transcendence Realm of the crew, below the Mahayana Realm. However, she had humiliated all the elders using supreme strength, even being in a lower realm than them, managing to prove herself and establish a tenth peak, the Jade Peak.

Thus, Jade Peak was established with the reputation of possessing the strongest elder. Although it was considered the tenth Peak of the Open Sky Sect, Han Xinrou never recruited any disciples, and even expelled those who wanted to join.

Suddenly, a woman appeared behind Han Ling, wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering in his ear with a sweet voice: "Sweetie, I felt that you were thinking about me. Could you tell me what you were thinking?"

Han Ling didn't move. His eyes remained half-closed, fixed on the misty horizon of Jade Peak, but a faint smile touched his lips—a cold and controlled smile.

"I was thinking about what brought you here," he finally said, his voice sounding like ice cracking under pressure. "And how the hell you got so strong, Xinrou."

Han Xinrou let out a low giggle, pressing her body against his, her breasts pressing into his back, and her lips brushing the edge of his ear.

"You want to know, Sweetie?" Han Xinrou whispered, dragging her words with sick pleasure. "It's because of my Gift… the All-Seeing Eye."

Han Ling turned his face slightly, curious. Han Xinrou took the hint and walked around to face him, slowly sitting on his lap naturally, as if that place were made for her. Her legs wrapped behind his back, and her eyes gleamed with a Divine light.

"This Gift allows me to see beyond the veil of time and space. I saw you, Sweetie… I saw your reincarnation in this petty sect… and I knew." She leaned forward, her nose touching his. "I knew that, if I didn't act fast, someone would try to steal you from me."

Han Ling watched in silence, without interrupting. His hand rested naturally on her waist, squeezing slightly—not out of desire, but out of dominance.

"And that's how I came here, years before you. While you wandered in the currents of the reincarnation cycle… I was preparing. The All-Seeing Eye guided me to hidden techniques, forgotten relics, herbs even the elders wouldn't dare to touch. I drank from the source of the gods, Sweetie… And all of it was for you."

Han Xinrou smiled, her eyes narrowing with a manic expression.

"Because all I see with my Gift… is you. Always you. In every possible future. You are my destiny, my damnation… my eternal pleasure."

Han Ling clenched his jaw.

"And if I wanted to leave?"

Her smile didn't fade—it only twisted, like a flower grotesquely withering.

"Then I would know," Han Xinrou replied softly. "I would see it. At any moment. Anywhere."

She held his face with both hands, the touch too gentle to hide the madness.

"Even if you try to hide in another dimension, I will see the path. Even if you are reborn a thousand times, I will know where your spirit lands. You are my anchor in this world… and I am your eternal shadow."

Han Ling narrowed his eyes. As insane as she was, he knew she was telling the truth. Those eyes… were far beyond human understanding.

***

End of chapter.

This chapter would be an R-18, but I thought it wouldn't match the style of the novel, maybe in the future there will be an R-18 chapter, I don't know.