Immortal Only Accepts Female Disciples

Chen Wentian left Wu Qianyu tied up and suspended. He would occasionally whip her again when he sensed that she wasn’t experiencing enough pain. The aim was to keep her mind completely occupied by pain so that she could not think of anything else.

He wasn’t doing it simply to cause her pain, however. It was all part of her cultivation, to make her take the first formal step down her chosen Dao. This was arguably the most important step even though it was the first one. It had to be absolutely correct. It had to be perfect.

What did it mean to become an immortal? It was an unshackling of the mortal way of thinking. Instead of death, there was life beyond. Instead of walking and crawling on the ground, there was flight, soaring through the clouds and towards the heavens. It required a whole new mindset, a whole new state of being.

And to reach the lesser realm of Spiritual Growth, she needed to begin to cast aside her mortality. It depended on her. He could only guide her but he could not make her that step. She had to do it herself. She had to do it according to the unknown Dao of pain.

Chen Wentian whipped her pussy again, letting the thin leather strip leave a stinging red line between her thighs.

“Ahhh!” Wu Qianyu cried out.

Her head jerked up as her scream echoed around the chamber. Her eyes remained closed but tears streamed down. They weren’t because of his actions but whatever she was thinking about.

It was probably what she had dreamed about for a month. He didn’t know exactly but he could guess with some certainty. Immortal Gentle Lotus Gong Liyun’s psychological Dao wasn’t subtle. It took advantage of a person’s innermost desires, what they yearned for the most. His had been a virginal desire for female companionship. For Long Yifei, it had been memories from her childhood that had been locked away due to trauma. For Wu Qianyu, it probably had something to do with how her sect was destroyed and how she lost her parents.

Eventually, he heard her quietly sobbing and he stopped. He walked in front of her and lifted her head.

“I can’t… I can’t…” She mumbled.

“You can!” He said firmly, “I have faith in you!”

“I…”

He jerked her hair back roughly, causing her to gasp. “Just let go. Embrace the pain, in all its forms. Let go.”

“I don't know!” She gasped.

He grunted and let go. Her head dropped down and her long hair covered her face but not her sobbing. He knew more was needed. She needed more.

Chen Wentian waved his hand a bottle appeared, labeled with a crimson character for fire. It was a bottle of oil refined from a seven-clove Red Reaper, a Spirit Lord Realm hot garlic. It was the same Red Reaper that Li Yuechan and Xu Lanyi had to hunt for during the Golden Feather Hunt, only it was an extremely potent version. At this level, the Red Reaper was hardly used for spiritual cuisine. It was instead popular for causing a lot of pain and an ingredient in flame-attribute pills.

He let a drop of the oil fall onto the tip of his fingers and felt a dull burning throb. He smiled slightly. If this tiny amount was able to cause this much on his body that was used to blue dragon flames, it was sure to cause some fresh discomfort on his beautiful disciple in front of him.

He let a dollop of oil onto his hand and spread it evenly on both palms. He then removed the nipple clamps and cupped her breasts in his hands.

Wu Qianyu let out a shrill scream. She stared at her master in disbelief as a completely new form of pain wracked her breasts. It wasn’t sharp like a whip. It wasn’t burning like hot candle wax. It wasn’t even the steady, persistent pressure of nipple clamps. It was everything at once.

His hot hands palmed her breasts, rubbing them all over, covering her in the unbearable heat of the immortal Red Reaper. It felt like every pore was being stabbed. It felt like the inside of her skin was being scalded. It was powerful and it didn’t stop.

“Ahh… master… stop…”

Chen Wentian ignored her heavy panting and pleading. She hadn’t uttered the safe word so he continued.

His hands left her breasts and traveled across the rest of her body. He gently caressed her slightly pudgy stomach which drew more loud complaints. He covered her legs and down to her feet, paying special attention to her toes. She squirmed in ropes but it was futile. She whined and pleaded but he kept going.

As he was caressing her upper chest and neck, he suddenly had an idea. He dabbed the spicy oil on his lips as well as his tongue. He winced; it was like he had eaten a mouthful of flames. Undeterred, he lifted her head and kissed her hard.

“Mmmmmm!!” Wu Qianyu screamed into his mouth as she felt the inferno touch her lips and enter her.

She was helpless as his hot tongue caressed every corner of her mouth and her tongue, leaving a painful trail of destruction. She lost track of time. She was helpless before him. She didn’t know when his lips left her but the overwhelming pain remained.

“Wuuu…” She cried. “It hurts… Ahhh…”

But Chen Wentian wasn’t done. She needed one last push!

He spun her around. Her spread-eagle rear end met him. This was the last place he had yet to touch. He lubricated his hands with the Red Reaper oil once again and then palmed her mound. He began to rub, making sure every surface of her womanhood was covered.

Wu Qianyu really screamed this time. This was her most sensitive area. It felt like her pussy was being submerged into a pit of lava. It felt like a thousand blades were cutting her flesh apart. Her clit was quivering furiously, her insides were churning uncontrollably. She cried and moaned and struggled against her bindings. It was almost unbearable… almost.

Chen Wentian frowned as closely observed her condition. She was still resisting. She was still not legging go. She was still not surrendering to her Dao of pain.

“Let go!” He urged again, forcibly pinching her clit, “Conquer your past! You can do it!”

“Noo! Nooooo!!” Something in her subconscious was refusing to give in.

He slapped her pussy lips with his hands, “Fly, Qianyu! Fly into the sky. Leave the past behind! I believe in you!”

There was no change. She seemed stuck. It wasn’t enough.

His spiritual energy surged out. He commanded the ropes attached to the ceiling to come down until her body was level with his hips. His clothes disappeared in a blink and his little dragon sprang to life.

He then emptied the bottle of Red Reaper oil onto his dick, focusing on the head. It burned, a dull throbbing pain that cut through his immortal physique. He threw away the bottle and grabbed her hips. Impatient, he lined up his dick and thrust into her pussy in one smooth motion.

Wu Qianyu wanted to scream but nothing came out. Her breath caught in her throat and died, just like her pussy. She didn’t know what was happening, just that it felt like she had died.

Pain, unbelievable pain, overwhelmed her every sense. There was only pain and nothing else!

Chen Wentian pulled out slowly halfway and stabbed back into her. He formed a steady rhythm, a slow retreat and a dominating advance. Each push dragged against her wet folds, rubbing and grinding, sending more of the Red Reaper’s overwhelming essence into the deepest crevices of her most precious, most sensitive place.

This was the most painful torture imaginable without causing physical harm. It was his bottom line. He silently apologized over and over again as he fucked her steadily. He didn’t know any other way. He hoped that it was enough.

Wu Qianyu was no longer screaming; she no longer made a sound. Her body was consumed entirely by pain; she was no longer aware of the mortal world. Her mind had once again returned to the most devastating memory of her entire being. There, she was ready to wage one final, savage battle. 

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