Chapter 51: Teacher’s Oral Technique

Watching Murong Wei kneel before him and take him into her mouth, Yang Xun was utterly stunned, frozen in place. The whole scene felt like a dream.

Murong Wei!

His middle school homeroom teacher!

Teacher Murong, the one all the boys in his class had worshipped as a goddess!

And now, here she was, stark naked, kneeling before him. Those same cherry-red lips that had once recited countless lessons were now wrapped around his most sensitive part.

The scene was utterly absurd, yet undeniably real.

The instant her warm, wet mouth enveloped him, a tingling pleasure shot through him like an electric current, exploding from below and racing up his spine to his brain.

"HSSS!"

Yang Xun sucked in a sharp breath, his hands instinctively landing on Murong Wei’s head, his fingers sinking into her silky, jet-black hair.

’This feels too good!’

No!

’It wasn’t just good!’

’It was an unprecedented, ultimate pleasure that transcended all experience!’

His sister-in-law Meng Qiaofei’s technique was unskilled yet gentle. His other sister-in-law, Xu Qian, was creative but slightly rushed.

But Murong Wei... was on a completely different level.

Her tongue was unbelievably nimble, like a soft silk ribbon, constantly changing its angle and pressure against his most sensitive spots.

One moment she would be licking him gently, the next sucking him forcefully. Her rhythm was perfect, the alternation between fast and slow teasing his every nerve to its absolute limit.

The pressure from her lips was masterful—not too light, not too firm. Every squeeze landed precisely on the most vital spot, as if she knew a man’s body like the back of her hand.

’This kind of skill definitely couldn’t be mastered overnight.’

Yang Xun instantly understood why.

Murong Wei’s husband became impotent every time they tried to have sex, unable to perform his husbandly duties.

But as his wife, she had to find a way to satisfy him. Over their long years of marriage, oral technique had become her only weapon.

Year after year of practice, day after day of refinement, had honed her skills to this level of perfection.

"Huuuh..."

Yang Xun threw his head back, panting heavily.

Under Murong Wei’s masterful, almost artistic, technique, his limp member, like a slumbering dragon being rudely awakened, swelled and stood erect at a visible rate.

About three or four minutes later.

Yang Xun looked down. His member had fully recovered, hard as iron and even a bit thicker than before.

’It’s back!’ Yang Xun was overjoyed.

Murong Wei also felt the startling change in her grasp. She slowly released him and looked up, her almond-shaped eyes filled with delighted surprise.

"It really is back..."

"Teacher, let’s try again!"

Yang Xun’s tone was firm as he pulled Murong Wei up from the floor.

Although Murong Wei was apprehensive, she saw the determined look on Yang Xun’s face and gave a firm nod.

"Okay!"

The two returned to the sofa.

Yang Xun pinned Murong Wei beneath him, took a deep breath, gathered all the True Qi in his body, and slowly pushed inside.

However—

The very instant the head squeezed inside, that bone-chillingly cold aura erupted from Murong Wei’s body once more, like a bursting dam!

"HSSS!!"

The True Qi in his Dantian was instantly scattered by the cold energy, and his internal temperature plummeted.

In less than three seconds.

He went limp again.

Completely and utterly limp.

"SIGH!!!"

Yang Xun rolled off Murong Wei and flopped onto the sofa, his face a mask of frustration.

’Failed again!’

Murong Wei slowly sat up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She didn’t seem too disappointed; she was long used to this outcome.

"Xiaoxun... let’s just forget it."

Murong Wei’s voice was low, laced with a deep bitterness. "I suppose... this is just my fate in this life..."

"No!!"

Yang Xun clenched his fists, his eyes closing slightly.

In that last instant, as the cold energy flooded him, he had clearly perceived its nature. It was an extremely unusual type of Yin-cold energy.

This energy was supremely cold. Any Yang-natured energy that touched it was instantly suppressed.

’No wonder any man who sleeps with her becomes impotent!’

Yang Xun silently began to search through the Rejuvenation Medical Scripture in his mind.

Although the Rejuvenation Medical Scripture didn’t list this specific condition, it had highly detailed sections on "cold energy invading the body" and "Yin-cold suppressing Yang energy."

Soon, he found a key passage.

"For those whose bodies are invaded by Yin-cold, which erodes the Yang meridians, the ’Crimson Sun Pill’ can be used to temporarily suppress the cold energy, preventing the Yang energy from being extinguished..."

The Crimson Sun Pill!

It was a fire-attribute pill. Taking it could temporarily suppress the cold energy, preventing it from being released.

While it couldn’t cure the seal of cold energy within Murong Wei, it could at least prevent any man intimate with her from becoming impotent!

Furthermore, the ingredients needed for the Crimson Sun Pill weren’t particularly rare. He should be able to gather them from Xinglin Hall’s inventory.

"Teacher! I have a solution!!"

Yang Xun’s eyes snapped open, shining with excitement!

"What?"

Murong Wei jolted, staring at Yang Xun in disbelief. "You... what did you say?"

"I said, I have a solution!" Yang Xun enunciated each word clearly. "When we were intimate just now, I felt that cold energy inside you. Your strange illness isn’t a problem with your organs. It’s an extremely potent Yin-cold energy in your body. This energy suppresses all forms of Yang energy, which is why any man who sleeps with you suddenly becomes impotent."

"You... you could feel it?" Murong Wei’s eyes were wide, her lips trembling.

"Yes!" Yang Xun nodded firmly. "The medical scripture my grandfather left me doesn’t describe your exact condition, but it does mention a type of pill that can temporarily suppress cold energy—the Crimson Sun Pill!"

He deliberately said "pill" and not "elixir."

Refining the Crimson Sun Pill required True Qi, making it an elixir in essence. But to avoid exposing his identity as a Cultivator, he could only use the more mundane term "pill" to describe it.

"The Crimson Sun Pill?" Murong Wei’s body trembled violently, and her voice shook. "Are... are you saying that if someone takes this pill... they won’t become impotent when they sleep with me?"

"To be precise, they temporarily won’t," Yang Xun explained earnestly. "The Crimson Sun Pill can form a protective, fire-aspected layer inside the body, temporarily suppressing the cold energy from you. The effect lasts for about two to three hours. During that window, impotence won’t be an issue."

BOOM!

His words struck Murong Wei’s mind like a bolt of lightning!

She shot up from the sofa as if she’d been electrocuted. Stark naked, her voluptuous and enchanting body on full display, she gripped Yang Xun’s arms tightly. Tears welled in her almond-shaped eyes, and her voice trembled violently.

"Xiaoxun! Are you telling the truth? Is it really possible?"

"Of course it’s true!" Yang Xun said with conviction. "This pill isn’t too difficult to make, and the ingredients aren’t particularly precious. I should be able to gather everything I need from Xinglin Hall’s inventory."

"Oh my god... Oh my god!!"

Tears streamed from Murong Wei’s eyes, rolling down her exquisite cheeks.

After all these years!

She could finally see a glimmer of hope!

The strange illness that had plagued her entire married life could finally be solved!

"Xiaoxun! I’m begging you, please help your teacher make this pill, okay? Whatever it costs, whatever ingredients you need, just name your price. I’ll satisfy your every demand!"

"Don’t worry, Teacher. I promise I’ll get it made for you as soon as possible," Yang Xun pledged with a serious expression.

"Thank you... Thank you, Xiaoxun..." Murong Wei was so overcome with emotion she could barely speak, her tears flowing freely.

However!

Just as this moving scene was about to reach its emotional peak—

"HSSS!!"

Yang Xun’s expression suddenly changed. He clutched his lower abdomen, his brow furrowed in pain as a dense layer of cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.

A violent, bloating pain suddenly erupted in his lower abdomen, as if someone had planted a bomb that was about to detonate inside him...