The Hua Sect | XianWang

Chapter 20. 戴尔花

The soft rays of the early morning sun gingerly slipped through the window, casting a warm, golden glow upon the bedroom. In the stillness, two figures lay intertwined beneath the soft blankets, their bodies entangled in a tender embrace.

As the world outside began to wake, Wei Ying slowly blinked his eyes open, his gaze falling upon the peaceful face of his beloved, Lan Zhan. He couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with affection. Careful not to disturb his slumbering lover, Wei Ying let his fingertips dance along the gentle curve of Lan Zhan's cheek, savoring the warmth of his touch.

Lan Zhan stirred, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he slowly opened his eyes, met instantly by the adoring gaze of Wei Ying. Their eyes locked, a silent language of love and understanding passing between them.

"Good morning, Lan Zhan." Wei Ying whispered, his voice a low breath that brushed against Lan Zhan's ear. The words carried a myriad of unspoken promises and affectionate gestures.

With a soft sigh, Wei Ying sought Lan Zhan's lips, their mouths fitting together perfectly like pieces of a puzzle. Their kiss spoke of familiarity and desire, a language of passion that flowed effortlessly between them. They melted into one another, their bodies molding together in a dance of yearning and connection.

"Ah—" Lan Zhan moaned as Wei Ying's fingers entered him. "Ha— Lan Zhan, your hole is dripping wet." Wei Ying shamelessly whispered in his ear. "Hm..... ah—" Lan Zhan milky voice moaned out. 

"Ha—ah.... a'ying w-wait!" Lan Zhan moaned as he tried to supress the upcoming moan. he was quickly silenced by Wei Ying's skillful mouth. 

They tangle together in the sheets until Lan Zhan's waist became sore.

"Ah...mh" Lan Zhan softly sights as he is picked up and brought to the bathroom by Wei Ying. 

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The morning sun filtered through the windows of the meeting room as Wei Ying, the sect leader, sat at the head of the table, waiting for his disciples to gather. Feng Lu, Han Feng, Feng Xiao, Shu Yang, Shun Yin, and Fu Yi entered one by one, taking their seats.

Wei Ying cleared his throat and began, "Good morning, everyone. I trust you all had a restful night. Today, we have important matters to discuss, so let's get started."

Feng Lu began, "Master Wei Ying, I am pleased to report that our trade negotiations with the neighboring sect has been successful. We have secured a profitable deal for our sect's goods."

The Moon Sect, though relatively small in size and influence, is a sect that prides itself on its deep connection to the mystical energy of the moon. Nestled in a tranquil valley surrounded by rolling hills, their sect's headquarters is a serene haven bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight.

Founded many generations ago by a revered master known as Xu Liang Wei, the Moon Sect was born out of a belief in the transcendent power of the moon and its ability to enhance cultivation and spiritual enlightenment. Moonrise was renowned for his wisdom and unwavering devotion to the sect's principles.

As a minor sect, the Moon Sect often maintains a low profile and avoids entanglements in political matters. They prefer to dedicate themselves to personal growth, seeking harmony within and cherishing their secluded existence. Their sect's teachings emphasize the importance of balance, tranquility, and the constant pursuit of enlightenment.

Shu Yang spoke next, "Master Wei Ying, I have been working on improving our sect's defenses. Our walls and gates have been reinforced to better withstand any attacks."

Feng Xiao spoke up next, "Master Wei Ying, I have been observing some communication issues among our disciples. Misunderstandings and conflicts arise due to a lack of effective communication skills. I suggest arranging regular workshops to enhance their interpersonal abilities."

Wei Ying agreed, "Excellent point, Feng Xiao. Effective communication is key to maintaining harmony within our sect. Please proceed with organizing those workshops. It will greatly benefit our disciples."

Shu Yang raised a concern, "Master Wei Ying, there have been rumors of a rogue cultivator causing trouble in the nearby town. Innocent lives are at risk. I request permission to lead a team to confront and apprehend this individual."

Wei Ying nodded in approval, "Shu Yang, your dedication to protecting the innocent is admirable. You have my permission to assemble a team and take appropriate action. Keep me updated on the situation."

Shun Yin chimed in, "Master Wei Ying, I have been conducting research on ancient artifacts. I have stumbled upon a sealed ancient scroll that holds immense power. I propose studying it further under strict supervision to ensure that it won't fall into the wrong hands."

Wei Ying contemplated the proposal, "Your dedication to preserving our sect's knowledge is commendable, Shun Yin. Proceed with caution and ensure the scroll's security. I trust your judgement."

Finally, Fu Yi addressed the group, "Master Wei Ying, I have discovered a hidden cultivation ground in the mountains, untouched for centuries. With your permission, I would like to explore its potential and gather any resources that may aid our sect's growth."

Wei Ying smiled, "Fu Yi, your enthusiasm for the prosperity of our sect is remarkable. You have my full support. Keep me informed of your findings and proceed with your exploration."

As the meeting drew to a close, Wei Ying expressed his gratitude to his disciples for their dedication and valuable contributions. They left the room full of determination, knowing that their sect was in good hands under their leader's guidance.

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As dawn delicately brushed the horizon, casting a gentle golden hue over the rolling hills surrounding the Ling Yu Sect formally named Hua sect, the disciples of the sect stirred from their slumber. The tranquility of the valley was disrupted by the soft rustling of leaves and the sound of feet lightly treading upon the dew-kissed grass.

In the central courtyard, the disciples gathered, their faces reflecting the serene glow of the early morning light. They wore robes woven from silver threads, mirroring the lustrous gleam of moonlight. Under the guidance of their senior disciple, Mei Lin, they began their daily cultivation routine.

Bowing their heads in reverence, the disciples took a moment to connect with the profound energy of the moon that showered upon the valley. With closed eyes and focused minds, they breathed in the crisp morning air, letting the essence of the moon infuse their beings.

Mei Lin, a graceful and seasoned cultivator, stood at the center of the courtyard. Her voice resonated with harmony as she led the disciples through a series of qigong exercises, designed to align their energies and attune their bodies to the natural rhythms of the world.

As the exercises drew to a close, Mei Lin opened her eyes and surveyed her fellow disciples. She spoke softly, her voice carrying wisdom and a sense of inner peace. "May the radiant sun bless our endeavors today. Let its gentle illumination guide our steps as we seek to unlock the hidden depths of our cultivation."

Her words hung in the air, mingling with the morning mist, as the disciples began dispersing to their respective training areas. Some headed to the elegant meditation hall, seeking solitude and stillness to refine their mental clarity. Others made their way to the training grounds, ready to practice their combat skills or refine their control over their cultivation.

Throughout the sect, the soft murmur of morning prayers blended with the sound of rustling leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Each disciple, in their own way, embraced the morning with reverence and commitment, renewing their devotion to the path of cultivation that the Ling Yu Sect had woven into the fabric of their lives.

And so, enveloped in the serenity and the timeless rhythm of the sect, the disciples embarked upon yet another day of self-discovery, seeking to embody the tranquility of the moon and harness its divine energy in their ongoing pursuit of enlightenment.

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Edited 05.01.2024

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