Chapter 109: 109 - A dream The black-haired beauty was feeling strange, her mind foggy while her body was overwhelmed by unfamiliar sensations. Had she died? No... It was more like a dream. She saw a young man, more beautiful than anything she had ever seen in her life, in his hands a sword, powerful and imposing. She recognized that weapon, she had seen countless paintings of it and dreamt of it many nights... The heaven-defying thunder sword? No... It couldn’t be. It was a dream, she was sure of it. Her consciousness faded again, reawakening as she felt a strong touch wrapping around her defined waist, her large, heavy breasts pressing against a powerful, masculine chest. It was strange, she felt her body burn, a sensation she had never experienced in her entire life taking hold of her. What was that feeling? That heat wasn’t bad, not in an uncomfortable way, it wasn’t something she wanted to push away, it was just strange. Her mind wandered over many things, the memories of a smiling little blue-haired girl and another smiling little purple-haired girl popping into her mind, along with their many sisters. She still remembered what brought them together, that old fortune-teller who read the skies and made her dedicate her whole life to seeking out and gathering the greatest talents she could find. The fortune-teller had said that these talents would lead her to be happier than she had ever been in this world. She followed this reading from the heavens and then it happened. She was happier than she had ever been, she trained them until she couldn’t, and with each advance, she felt her heart bubble over with happiness. And so she lived peacefully, at least until she met the fortune-teller again, who gave her another reading of the skies. The fortune-teller told her that the heaven-defying thunder sword would soon return to the temple, that she would be the last priestess of the temple to have to defy the inheritance of the lightning spirit and that a young hero would take the sword and the temple would return to its full glory. The dream of every Lightning Priestess, the one they had already given up hope for, how could she not be excited? She acted on impulse, she was foolish, she ignored her dear Yueli’s cry and promised that she would be back in a few weeks. It had been twenty years and there wasn’t a single day when that thought didn’t disturb her, when she didn’t torture herself for what she had done, when she didn’t think about ending it all... Even if she went back, would she get forgiveness from her girls? No... did she deserve that forgiveness? The black-haired beauty’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted, her consciousness returning for a brief moment. The handsome young man stood above her, his powerful hands on her delicate shoulders as their lips met. She felt her face burn and her body shudder, feeling his breath against her skin and a sip of wine go down her throat. Her lips parted, and she tried to say something, but again, her consciousness blacked out. "Ah..." Qingyi sighed, looking at the woman in front of him. It was getting cold, colder than he had imagined. Looking outside, he saw the light change from golden to a faint blue, barely able to illuminate the area, but which exuded a deep cold Qi, even for a cultivator of his level. In the distance, he heard bestial roars and frightening auras, as the beasts of the scorching sun disappeared, those of the cold appeared. ’I have to go lower...’ he muttered, focusing his eyes on the voluptuous, sensual beauty, her sweat-soaked dress sticking to her body and revealing the pale skin and pink nipples that peaked out against the translucent fabric. Looking away, he observed her status. [Name: Xia Yunfei Age: 103 Corruption: 12/100 Chastity: Intact Lust: 15% Talent: genius Reward: extremely high Cultivation: Ninth stage of the golden core realm. Spiritual roots: Low-level lightning spirit root. Lineage: None Constitution: None Traits: Faithful, loving Master, foolish dreamer, fanatic, the most faithful follower of the lightning spirit]. Qingyi’s eyes immediately lit up, she was even more talented than the other girls in the templo! He could hardly imagine how many lust points she would give, but he controlled himself. Qingyi took her in his arms and, with a little difficulty, placed her on his back. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, her breasts pressed firmly against his back, their softness sending a shiver down his spine as his hands descended in search of support, sinking into the plump, juicy buttocks that overflowed between his fingers. ’Not a good time for that kind of thought...’ Qingyi cleared his mind before starting to descend. This place seemed to have been a hideout she had made, the dimly lit tunnel leading to a room that seemed to have been carefully decorated despite the clumsy furniture. Qingyi sighed deeply before walking over to a bed made up with rolled-up sheets, laying the black-haired beauty on it before going over to the unlit fire in the center. Using some lightning Qi, he lit it, its warmth soon beginning to illuminate the room. Even so, it wasn’t enough, the freezing Qi soon reaching where they were. "Ghn~~ mmm..." A muffled groan escaped Xia Yunfei’s lips, her body shivering as her sweat-soaked clothes intensified the cold even more. Qingyi hesitated for a moment. He needed to take off those damp clothes and dry her body if he didn’t want her to freeze. He bought a dress from the system store before approaching her, grabbing the wet dress and undressing her, fully revealing her perfect, curvaceous body. He controlled his gaze and, grabbing some dry tissues, began drying her body, his hands flowing over every sinuous curve. Her cherry-filled lips opened in suppressed moans with every touch, her face becoming more and more flushed as her chest rose and fell with panting breaths. "Ugh... did you really have to do that?" Ruxue appeared beside him. Despite her words, she couldn’t stop her eyes from twitching slightly. That was one of his priestesses, she was sure of it. "Yes, I have to do it, do you want her to freeze to death? Do it yourself if you’re bothered!" "I will!" Ruxue growled before taking the dress and the dry cloths from Qingyi’s hands. But she herself couldn’t help blushing as she dried Yunfei, seeing the red blush that took over her priestess’s cheeks and feeling her gasp for breath. Qingyi wouldn’t try to take her as his woman, would he?