Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 185 Wushan Clouds and Rain
The sky was clear and the air was bright, with no clouds in sight. The mountain gate of Hunyuan Sect and the Guzi Peak were already dotted with flowers and willows. Beautiful red flowers could be seen everywhere, creating a festive scene.

Zhong Wenyuan had sent people to guard the road early on. When he learned that Song Xian and his party were about to arrive, he immediately took his men down the mountain to wait.

The welcoming ceremony was naturally very lively, with loud gongs and drums, firecrackers, and fireworks and music that brought auspicious images of dragons and phoenixes.

Zhong Wenyuan was in charge of entertaining the Luoyun Sect's guests and arranging the birthday banquet, so Song Xian didn't need to worry about it. In response to the disciples' congratulations, he just smiled and greeted them for a while, then led Su Zhirou into the mansion.

As soon as the two entered the house, Song Xian locked the door, then hugged her in his arms and kissed her.

Su Zhirou only let out a soft cry of surprise before he blocked her lips.

After a long time, Song Xian's lips slightly separated from the beauty in his arms.

Su Zhirou exhaled heavily, her eyes filled with indescribable charm. Unable to bear Song Xian's ardent gaze, she avoided his gaze slightly, fearing that he would flirt with her again. She lowered her head and whispered, "There are people outside. Don't do this."

"I missed you so much. I thought I could bring you here as soon as I proposed marriage that day, but I didn't expect your aunt to choose an auspicious day."

"It's only been a dozen days." Su Zhirou's voice was soft and full of sweetness.

"Only a dozen days?" Song Xian raised his voice: "Are you trying to torture me to death?"

"Keep your voice down, don't let others hear and laugh at you." Su Zhirou quickly whispered coquettishly.

"So what if I heard it? We're married now, who can still laugh at me? You don't even know how I've been going through these past ten days. I've been missing you so much that I can't sleep."

"I don't believe your sweet talk. You've been in such good spirits these past two days."

"I finally took you in. How can I not be nice? What have you been doing these days? Have you ever thought about me?"

"No." Su Zhirou refused to admit it.

"How can you be so heartless? I miss you so much that I can't sleep, but you don't miss me at all."

The two of them were hugging each other and flirting. Just as Song Xian finished speaking, footsteps were heard outside. Su Zhirou struggled like a frightened rabbit and whispered, "Let go! Someone is coming."

Song Xian whispered in her ear: "If you say you miss me, I will let you go."

"I miss you." Su Zhi's eyes were as clear as autumn water, and her voice was as gentle as fine lines.

Song Xian then let go of the beauty in his arms and opened the door. It was Lu Yuan outside.

"Brother Lu, what's the matter?"

"Senior Brother Zhong has prepared several festive activities and invited the headmaster and his wife to attend."

Song Xian felt a little annoyed. He hadn't had a chance to talk to his sweetheart for a while along the way. Now he was desperate to be alone with her, but she had to prepare some rubbish. He nodded calmly, "Okay, I understand. I'll be there right away."

……

Festive activities are nothing more than singing and dancing to liven up the atmosphere, disciples showing off their talents, and interactive entertainment such as riddles.

After the two arrived, many disciples secretly looked at Su Zhirou. In addition to curiosity, there was also the true nature of men, which made Song Xian a little jealous.

Su Zhirou seemed to be sensitive to his little thoughts. After they sat down, she secretly opened the five fingers of the hand he was holding and clasped her fingers tightly with his.

Song Xian glanced at her and saw that she was still with her head down, as if nothing had happened.

But he was so aroused by this that his heart was burning with heat, and he felt as if ants were crawling all over his body. What a deadly demon, he thought to himself.

As time passed, various performances ended. At night, the two held a wedding ceremony. After worshiping heaven and earth, Su Zhirou was sent to the new house in the mansion by Xiao Ling and others, leaving Song Xian and a group of disciples to drink and celebrate.

Today is a big day for the sect, and all the disciples attended the banquet, including Lin Zixiang, who usually ignored affairs and only practiced in the Water Curtain Cave, and also came back from afar.

Song Xian was eager for the celebration to end soon, but as the host, he could not leave without permission and could only join in the celebration.

The banquet ended late at night. He was a little drunk and was carried back to the mansion by someone.

Inside the new house, there were red curtains and happy messages and paintings of mandarin ducks on all sides.

Behind the bright red transparent curtain, Su Zhirou sat on the edge of the bed, waiting like a young wife.

Seeing him push the door open and come in, she looked at him with charming eyes, her expression was both shy and happy, she was more beautiful than a flower.

Song Xian entered the room and locked the door. He saw his plump and beautiful sweetheart sitting there upright, her long legs straight and closed, her full breasts holding up her red wedding dress, her slender waist seemed too thin to be grasped, her neck as white as a swan, her eyes bright and her teeth white, her eyebrows full of affection.

His throat rolled unconsciously, his blood surged, and he rushed in in one step, like a tiger pouncing on a sheep.

"Wait." Su Zhirou saw him rushing towards her and cried out, then was thrown onto the bed and pressed under him.

Song Xian kissed her snow-white neck.

"I have something to say." Su Zhirou breathed like orchid and kept panting, trying to stop his brutal behavior.

Song Xian couldn't listen anymore. He kissed her snow-white neck greedily while unbuttoning her clothes, mumbling incoherently, "We'll talk later."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Su Zhirou kept crying out, but Song Xian ignored her. As his clothes were taken off one by one, he was soon stripped like a lamb.

Song Xian looked at her body, which was as white as snow, as smooth as jade, and plump and attractive. He panted and pounced on her like a wild beast.

...............

In the room, the man's rough breathing and roaring became more and more wild, like a beast, and the woman's moans became higher and higher, gradually turning into sobs.

After a long time, the lovemaking finally stopped, and the only sounds left in the room were the man and woman's heavy breathing and their silent whispers.

After a while, with a shy exclamation, the beautiful melody of mixed male and female voices sounded again.

.........

In the brightly lit hall of Luoyun Sect, the new leader of Qingyuan Sect, Wang Qian, was waiting anxiously. After an unknown amount of time, footsteps were heard outside and a figure walked in. He immediately stood up to greet him.

Seeing that the person coming was Luo Jin, he felt a little disappointed, but he still wore a flattering smile on his face and bowed deeply: "Junior greets Senior Luo. I hope you will not mind if I disturb your quiet cultivation."

Luo Jin went straight to the main seat and sat down. "I heard you have something important to discuss with our sect leader? What is it?"

"Thanks to your great blessing, our sect has escaped the siege by the loose cultivators and is now able to serve you. However, the loose cultivator alliance is still determined to destroy us. Now that this incident has passed, they may regroup and besiege our sect again. I dare to ask your sect to mediate. No matter what your request is, I will agree to it. If your sect is willing to help our sect out of this crisis, our sect will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Luo Jin said expressionlessly, "I know you all made great efforts in this battle. The entire sect came out to help you. That's why I came to see you."

"However, this matter is not convenient for our sect to intervene. You have contributed, and the independent cultivators in Bianxia Town have also contributed. If we help you, they might have objections."

"Bianxia Town is not our sect's territory, and there is also a Tianshan Sect there. You must know something about the relationship between the Tianshan Sect and Fellow Daoist Yang Jinzhang of the Beast Taming Sect."

"You've been here a few times now, so I'll tell you the truth! If our sect interferes in the affairs of Bianxia Town, Fellow Daoist Yang Jinzhang might have some thoughts. He might wonder if our sect should foster a force there to replace the Tianshan Sect, so that we can take over the jurisdiction of trade between the two sides in the future."

"This matter is very sensitive and difficult to explain, but our sect must take it into consideration." "You know, the relationship between Fellow Daoist Yang and our sect is very important, even the most important one to maintain."

"Therefore, our sect's principle is not to interfere in the affairs of Bianxia Town, so as to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

"I've spoken to you today, and you don't have to come here again. I'll show you the way forward, so you don't have to beg for help like a headless chicken."

"If you want to resolve it, go directly to Fellow Daoist Yang. The matter of Bianxia Town will only be resolved with his approval. Only he can intervene."

"If you come to our sect, or go to the Kong family or other forces, it will be in vain."

.........

The wind was clear and the sky was bright outside. The dazzling sunlight shone through the window into the house, casting spots of light.

It was already noon. In the room with red tents decorated with wedding characters, under the red quilt with mandarin ducks, Song Xian hugged the person in his arms tightly and kissed her lips lightly.

Their clothes were scattered messily on both sides of the bed.

They made a lot of noise last night without any rest. Song Xian didn't know why, but he seemed to have unlimited energy and couldn't stop. He kept making noises until dawn. He stopped only when the beauty in his arms kept begging him. But he exhausted the beauty in his arms, so he was still fast asleep until almost noon.

After a long while, Su Zhirou gradually woke up. She opened her sleepy eyes and realized that their naked bodies were pressed tightly together.

She cried out softly, a look of shyness on her face, and tried to struggle to get up.

"Where are you going?" Song Xian held her body with his hands like iron clamps, sticking tightly to her and preventing her from moving.

"Put on some clothes." Su Zhirou said shyly in a low voice. She didn't look like a concubine or a woman who had been married for a long time. Instead, she looked like a young wife who had just married.

"Why are you getting dressed? There's no one else here." Song Xian kissed her, one hand caressing her body.

Su Zhirou's eyes were blurred. She twisted her body and begged, "Don't, don't ask for it."

The more weak and frail he looked like, the more it aroused Song Xian's wild animal nature.

This made his heart even more moved: "I told you last night that I'm not allowed to call you husband anymore. I have to call you husband."

"Ah!" Su Zhirou screamed in pain.

"Call me husband now. Otherwise I'll beat you."

"Husband." Su Zhirou had to compromise under his lewd power and called out softly.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Song Xian felt like his body was about to explode. He wished he could tear her into pieces and rub her into his own body.

"Let's try something else today."

"What?" Su Zhirou was puzzled.

"You don't even know this?" Song Xian whispered the gesture in detail into her ear.

Su Zhirou's face flushed instantly: "Shameless, so embarrassing, I won't do it."

Song Xian was puzzled. Why did she seem to understand nothing? It was the same last night. She was very immature when they were being intimate. When he asked her to change positions, she was confused and didn't understand what he meant. After he told her, she twisted her arms and legs and refused to comply.

Originally Song Xian thought she was shy, but now it seems that she really doesn't understand!

Recalling the first time they kissed, she was stunned and seemed to be stunned.

This shouldn't be the case! I've been with Dong Jianchang for so many years, and I'm not a virgin, so how come I don't understand these basic things?

"Dong Jianchang never mentioned these requirements! That old pervert has so many wives and concubines, it's impossible that he hasn't tried it!" Song Xian was curious.

Su Zhirou's originally slightly flushed face instantly turned red, and even her ears were completely red like apples.

Song Xian also felt her body stiffen. Knowing that this was a secret to her, he coaxed her, "What's the big deal? He's dead. Just tell me! How did you get along with him?"

Su Zhirou just remained silent.

Song Xian used sweet words and coaxed her into a fight. Su Zhirou finally spoke, her head resting on his chest. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's: "He has dozens of women. I only have one more title than the others."

"Dozens?" Song Xian was really shocked. Could dozens of women handle it?

"Why does he have so many women?"

"In order to break through the Golden Core Realm, he practiced a dual cultivation technique called "Gathering Yin to Replenish Yang." Every year, he needed to gather the yin energy of a perfect female cultivator."

"So, you only shared the same room once?"

Su Zhirou nodded softly.

Song Xian's face was full of disbelief. This old guy was really wasting God's gift. He occupied such a big toilet but didn't do anything. He deserved to die!
No wonder the baby in my heart seems to know nothing even though she is not a virgin. It turns out that she is really an innocent "little girl".

It is estimated that the only time the two of them slept together was not very pleasant. Dong Jianchang did it for the purpose of cultivation, so there was no need for any romantic thoughts.

"Hmm." Su Zhirou suddenly let out a charming moan. Song Xian was thinking about something in his mind, but his hands did not stop.

This moan made Song Xian instantly hot, and he whispered in her ear.

"Let's try it."

"Stop it, it hurts." Su Zhirou twisted her body slightly and said in a low voice.

Song Xian kissed her cheek: "Just pretend. Let's try it once, and if it doesn't work, we won't try it again."

"It hurts there." Su Zhirou's voice sounded like a hum coming from her nose.

"No way! Let me take a look." Song Xian pulled off the red quilt covering the two of them and went down to check.

Su Zhirou's face flushed red, and she quickly hugged him, saying softly, "Don't look, don't look, it's so embarrassing."

The more shy she was, the more excited Song Xian became and tried to break free from her hand.

Su Zhirou's face flushed with shame, and she felt so embarrassed that she had to cover her face.

"Don't bully me." Su Zhirou's voice was filled with tears.

Seeing that she was anxious, Song Xian stopped and hugged her in his arms: "Why are you so shy? It's not someone else. If you want to suffer, I will let you see it at worst."

"I don't want to see it." Su Zhirou twisted and struggled in his arms.

(End of this chapter)