Massage (1)

Ning Xia would occasionally take a sip of her tea. she who was known for her purity and who never let any man touch her skin, today did not resist when feng wei casually exposed her shoulders.

As Feng Wei's hands began their gentle dance, they glided gracefully over her aunt's bare shoulders, neck and arms, applying just the right amount of pressure to release any built-up tension. Each stroke was deliberate, based on his knowledge of ancient massage techniques and the innate energy he possessed as a dual cultivator, but with extreme caution since if he overstepped the mark she could cripple him with an unconscious slap.

As Feng Wei continued the massage with a gentle and innocent smile on his face, his inner thoughts were far from what his outward expression suggested. Behind that façade of innocence, a mischievous and cunning smile emerged, hidden from his aunt's perception.

Inwardly, he contemplated the potential power this new intimacy could grant him. He knew that the bond they were forging at that moment could be exploited to his advantage, manipulating her emotions and actions to suit his own ambitions.

(Little did he know that in the near future, a blood sacrifice would change his thinking about her somewhat.)

Ning Xia, known for her coldness and indifference, was delighted by the feel of his touch. The warmth and skill of his hands awakened a long dormant sense of intimacy that she had fiercely guarded, allowing him access to a part of her that she had never shared with anyone before.

As the gentle strokes continued, the atmosphere in the room seemed to change, transcending the mundane realm and embracing something deep and spiritual. The tea she drank occasionally acted as a conduit, connecting her inner and outer worlds, deepening her state of relaxation and allowing her to surrender fully to the experience.

The massage became a metaphor for the interplay of yin and yang, the balance of opposing forces in the universe. Feng Wei's gentle approach represented the receptive and stimulating aspect of yin, while his cultivation energy added a touch of yang's assertiveness and transformative power. Together, they merged harmoniously, creating a flow of energy that harmonized their souls.

In this moment of physical and spiritual connection, the barriers that Ning Xia had meticulously built around her heart began to dissolve. The fragility of human existence and the transient nature of life echoed in her mind, reminding her that even cultivators were subject to the vast cosmic cycle of birth, life, and eventual departure.

Understanding and mastering Feng Wei in both the world of cultivation and the world of the heart revealed the wisdom of a true cultivator. Through the simple act of massage, he demonstrated the profound interconnectedness of body, mind and spirit, inviting his aunt to explore the depths of his being.

Their silent communication during the massage conveyed emotions beyond words, as if physical touch had become a conduit for the silent exchange of feelings and thoughts. Every touch spoke of gratitude, admiration, and an unspoken promise to protect and cherish each other in their individual paths of cultivation.

As the massage continued, the boundaries between them blurred, and they were no longer just nephew and aunt, but soulmates embarking on a shared journey of self-discovery and growth. In that fleeting moment, they transcended the constraints of their roles and responsibilities, merging into a harmonious unit that transcended time and space.

The room was filled with an ethereal aura, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, witnessing this extraordinary meeting of souls. It was a moment of profound vulnerability, but also one of immense strength, as they both opened up to the vulnerability of being seen and known to their core.

In this intimate exchange of energy and emotions, they touched the essence of life itself, where the cultivation of body and spirit merged in one continuous dance. Massage was no longer just a physical act, but a journey into the realms of the heart, where the boundaries of the self expanded to encompass the vastness of existence.

And so, in the silent sanctuary of the room, while massaging her, Feng Wei unconsciously channels a subtle flow of Dao energy, his words, the Dao energy and the massage itself have a harmonious effect on Ning Xia's cultivation.

Ning Xia's eyes widen in astonishment as she senses a breakthrough in her cultivation. It's as if the barriers that impeded her progress were lifted and she rose to the next level. The combination of Dao essence in Feng Wei's words and gentle massage seems to have catalyzed the transformation.

Nine Xia: (amazed) "Little Feng, I... I just broke through a bottleneck and moved to the next level of cultivation."