Zi Xiao handed him the book, “Look.”
Cheng Mo hesitated a little, took it and flipped through two pages. On it were pictures of men and women having sex. There was a row of small characters beside it, but it was not Chinese. Cheng Mo couldn’t understand it.
Zixiao said, “This is a secret martial art book that originated from the southwest Yuxi ethnic tribe, called the Desire Sutra.” [tl: original was 欲摩经 (yù mó jīng). I thought Desire Sutra would be an adequate translation]
“Secret martial art book?”
Zi Xiao nodded, “It speaks of merging the bodies and dual cultivation. The mingling urges each other’s internal forces to blend together, so as to enhance the skills of the two sides.”
Cheng Mo flipped through two more pages, still feeling that the picture was unsightly, but he heard Zi Xiao say, “Old Alliance Leader Cheng is so knowledgeable, he even has this kind of secret book.” [tl: He’s referring to Cheng Mo’s father.]
Cheng Mo didn’t know whether his words were praise or derogation. For a while, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and asked: “Then what is special about that martial arts that draws your attention?”
Zi Xiao took the secret book back, and said: “I’ve searched in this library for a long time and this is the only book that combines a martial artist’s own lust and desires with martial arts practice.”
Cheng Mo hesitated: “You mean…”
Zi Xiao said: “Speaking of which, the internal strength of the Jieyang Arts is also related to the combination of lust and desire, and maybe we can find a way to solve it.”
Cheng Mo was a little startled, he didn’t expect Zi Xiao to linger around the library in the past few days to help him find a way to crack the flaws in the Jieyang Arts.
At this time, he heard Zi Xiao continue to say: “Let me ask you, when your blood contract activated that day, was your blood flow blocked and your internal strength impeded?”
At that time, Cheng Mo was weak and couldn’t urge his internal force to move at all. Naturally, it was because of the blockage of his blood flow.
Zi Xiao turned to a page and handed it to Cheng Mo, “It is recorded in the Desire Sutra, during intercourse, one person’s internal energy is injected into the other person’s body and travels upwards along the blood vessels from where the bodies meet. This is a method for people with profound inner strength to help those who don’t know martial arts to open their meridians. I feel like you can try it.”
Cheng Mo looked at the two people on the page carefully, only to realize that they were not actually a male and a female, but two people with no gender characteristics. One of them was kneeling on the ground, with his buttocks raised high up, while the other was standing behind him with his lower body connected to it.
Zi Xiao said: “The so-called essence and blood originate from the same source, I’ll try to use my internal energy to stimulate the blood in your body, eliminate its blockage, and see if it can actually help your internal energy flow and restore the smooth flow of the your essence.”
Cheng Mo asked: “But I don’t feel that my internal strength is blocked at this time, what should I do…”
Zi Xiao responded with only one word: “Wait.”
Cheng Mo couldn’t help but blush suddenly. He knew that Zi Xiao meant to wait until the next blood contract broke out, but the agreement was obviously to have sex the next time. How could Cheng Mo have the gall to respond “Okay”.
After another awkward look at the secret book in his hand, Cheng Mo hurriedly handed it back to Zi Xiao, “I still have things to do, so I’ll go out first.”
Zi Xiao nodded, put the book back on the shelf, and took out another book at random.
When Cheng Mo left, he couldn’t help but look back at the side of Zi Xiao’s face. He was full of mixed feelings. He didn’t know whether to be ashamed, annoyed or grateful. Just thinking about how they had been friends for half his life, and that this innocent friendship had been ruined by himself, he suddenly felt a little sad and quietly turned his head to leave.
After a short period of time, the time for the Wulin Conference officially arrived. Early that morning, the main gate of the Wulin Alliance was opened wide to welcome martial artists from all sects of Jianghu.
Those who came were all prominent and reputable heads of martial arts sects as well as respected elders, and the most prestigious of them was naturally the Shaolin Abbot, Zen Master Nian Bei. [tl: Nian Bei is the name. Zen Master (禅师 chánshī) is a title in Chinese Buddhism. 禅 can mean zen, Buddhist, or meditation, while 师 typically means master or teacher.]
Ling Xiaolu’s Senior Martial Brother Yu Xiaoshan was the chief disciple of the Qing Cheng Zhang Sect’s Master, and because his master was closed-door cultivation these days, his Martial Uncle stayed behind to keep watch of the sect and sent Yu Xiaoshan down to participate in the Wulin Conference. As for Ling Xiaolu, naturally, he was so reckless that she insisted on following Yu Xiaoshan to see the world. [tl: In case you didn’t know, closed door cultivation is when a cultivator basically goes into isolation and trains in private for a very long period of time. Martial Uncle is either your Master’s actual blood siblings or a fellow disciple of the same generation as your Master]
The Wulin Alliance was on the northern outskirts of Lin Yuan City, a few miles out of the city.
Ling Xiaolu followed Yu Xiaoshan, looking dazzled all the way, and after a while he pulled Yu Xiaoshan to ask, “Is that person the head of Mount Tai?” Then he pointed at a tall bald man, and whispered: “That is the Weihu Gang leader?” [tl: do you like Mount Tai or Tai Shan better? Weihu Gang or Mighty Tiger Gang? Let me know below so I can change it. ]
There were a few seniors that joked that Ling Xiaolu had never seen the world. Ling Xiaolu immediately puffed up his chest and retorted: “I came back with Alliance Leader Cheng, and he also invited me to the Wulin Alliance as a guest! In terms of the world, I’ve seen more of it than you’ve ever seen!”
In order to prevent random people from taking advantage of the opportunity to mix into the Wulin Alliance, the Wulin Alliance distributed invitation letters to each sect for this Wulin Conference, moreover the people accompanying them generally could not exceed five people.
Even so, when Ling Xiaolu stepped through the Martial Alliance’s gates, he could not help but produce a sigh at the sight of the crowd. Together with the fact that they were all somewhat famous figures in Jianghu, there was no shortage of pleasantries to talk about, you come and I laugh loudly. For a while, it was like being in a temple fair, it was noisy and loud, and it seemed difficult to even squeeze through a step.
Fortunately, this Wulin Alliance was much larger than Ling Xiaolu thought. There was a disciple to come to show them around and invited them to an open area for martial arts training. Tables and chairs were set up all around the venue, and there were even small snacks. The disciple invited them to sit down and wait for a little while.
Ling Xiaolu stood up and looked towards the spot right in front of the venue, guessing that it would be Cheng Mo’s seat, but he hadn’t arrived yet, and only a lone chair was placed there. Ling Xiaolu looked left and right again, trying to guess where Zen Master Nian Bei would sit, and whether or not Zi Xiao Daozhang would be there.
I looked over the next chapter briefly and oml a few of the paragraphs are so long 
BUT more smutty stuff will be coming up soon!
Zi Xiao handed him the book, “Look.”
Cheng Mo hesitated a little, took it and flipped through two pages. On it were pictures of men and women having sex. There was a row of small characters beside it, but it was not Chinese. Cheng Mo couldn’t understand it.
Zixiao said, “This is a secret martial art book that originated from the southwest Yuxi ethnic tribe, called the Desire Sutra.” [tl: original was 欲摩经 (yù mó jīng). I thought Desire Sutra would be an adequate translation]
“Secret martial art book?”
Zi Xiao nodded, “It speaks of merging the bodies and dual cultivation. The mingling urges each other’s internal forces to blend together, so as to enhance the skills of the two sides.”
Cheng Mo flipped through two more pages, still feeling that the picture was unsightly, but he heard Zi Xiao say, “Old Alliance Leader Cheng is so knowledgeable, he even has this kind of secret book.” [tl: He’s referring to Cheng Mo’s father.]
Cheng Mo didn’t know whether his words were praise or derogation. For a while, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and asked: “Then what is special about that martial arts that draws your attention?”
Zi Xiao took the secret book back, and said: “I’ve searched in this library for a long time and this is the only book that combines a martial artist’s own lust and desires with martial arts practice.”
Cheng Mo hesitated: “You mean…”
Zi Xiao said: “Speaking of which, the internal strength of the Jieyang Arts is also related to the combination of lust and desire, and maybe we can find a way to solve it.”
Cheng Mo was a little startled, he didn’t expect Zi Xiao to linger around the library in the past few days to help him find a way to crack the flaws in the Jieyang Arts.
At this time, he heard Zi Xiao continue to say: “Let me ask you, when your blood contract activated that day, was your blood flow blocked and your internal strength impeded?”
At that time, Cheng Mo was weak and couldn’t urge his internal force to move at all. Naturally, it was because of the blockage of his blood flow.
Zi Xiao turned to a page and handed it to Cheng Mo, “It is recorded in the Desire Sutra, during intercourse, one person’s internal energy is injected into the other person’s body and travels upwards along the blood vessels from where the bodies meet. This is a method for people with profound inner strength to help those who don’t know martial arts to open their meridians. I feel like you can try it.”
Cheng Mo looked at the two people on the page carefully, only to realize that they were not actually a male and a female, but two people with no gender characteristics. One of them was kneeling on the ground, with his buttocks raised high up, while the other was standing behind him with his lower body connected to it.
Zi Xiao said: “The so-called essence and blood originate from the same source, I’ll try to use my internal energy to stimulate the blood in your body, eliminate its blockage, and see if it can actually help your internal energy flow and restore the smooth flow of the your essence.”
Cheng Mo asked: “But I don’t feel that my internal strength is blocked at this time, what should I do…”
Zi Xiao responded with only one word: “Wait.”
Cheng Mo couldn’t help but blush suddenly. He knew that Zi Xiao meant to wait until the next blood contract broke out, but the agreement was obviously to have sex the next time. How could Cheng Mo have the gall to respond “Okay”.
After another awkward look at the secret book in his hand, Cheng Mo hurriedly handed it back to Zi Xiao, “I still have things to do, so I’ll go out first.”
Zi Xiao nodded, put the book back on the shelf, and took out another book at random.
When Cheng Mo left, he couldn’t help but look back at the side of Zi Xiao’s face. He was full of mixed feelings. He didn’t know whether to be ashamed, annoyed or grateful. Just thinking about how they had been friends for half his life, and that this innocent friendship had been ruined by himself, he suddenly felt a little sad and quietly turned his head to leave.
After a short period of time, the time for the Wulin Conference officially arrived. Early that morning, the main gate of the Wulin Alliance was opened wide to welcome martial artists from all sects of Jianghu.
Those who came were all prominent and reputable heads of martial arts sects as well as respected elders, and the most prestigious of them was naturally the Shaolin Abbot, Zen Master Nian Bei. [tl: Nian Bei is the name. Zen Master (禅师 chánshī) is a title in Chinese Buddhism. 禅 can mean zen, Buddhist, or meditation, while 师 typically means master or teacher.]
Ling Xiaolu’s Senior Martial Brother Yu Xiaoshan was the chief disciple of the Qing Cheng Zhang Sect’s Master, and because his master was closed-door cultivation these days, his Martial Uncle stayed behind to keep watch of the sect and sent Yu Xiaoshan down to participate in the Wulin Conference. As for Ling Xiaolu, naturally, he was so reckless that she insisted on following Yu Xiaoshan to see the world. [tl: In case you didn’t know, closed door cultivation is when a cultivator basically goes into isolation and trains in private for a very long period of time. Martial Uncle is either your Master’s actual blood siblings or a fellow disciple of the same generation as your Master]
The Wulin Alliance was on the northern outskirts of Lin Yuan City, a few miles out of the city.
Ling Xiaolu followed Yu Xiaoshan, looking dazzled all the way, and after a while he pulled Yu Xiaoshan to ask, “Is that person the head of Mount Tai?” Then he pointed at a tall bald man, and whispered: “That is the Weihu Gang leader?” [tl: do you like Mount Tai or Tai Shan better? Weihu Gang or Mighty Tiger Gang? Let me know below so I can change it. ]
There were a few seniors that joked that Ling Xiaolu had never seen the world. Ling Xiaolu immediately puffed up his chest and retorted: “I came back with Alliance Leader Cheng, and he also invited me to the Wulin Alliance as a guest! In terms of the world, I’ve seen more of it than you’ve ever seen!”
In order to prevent random people from taking advantage of the opportunity to mix into the Wulin Alliance, the Wulin Alliance distributed invitation letters to each sect for this Wulin Conference, moreover the people accompanying them generally could not exceed five people.
Even so, when Ling Xiaolu stepped through the Martial Alliance’s gates, he could not help but produce a sigh at the sight of the crowd. Together with the fact that they were all somewhat famous figures in Jianghu, there was no shortage of pleasantries to talk about, you come and I laugh loudly. For a while, it was like being in a temple fair, it was noisy and loud, and it seemed difficult to even squeeze through a step.
Fortunately, this Wulin Alliance was much larger than Ling Xiaolu thought. There was a disciple to come to show them around and invited them to an open area for martial arts training. Tables and chairs were set up all around the venue, and there were even small snacks. The disciple invited them to sit down and wait for a little while.
Ling Xiaolu stood up and looked towards the spot right in front of the venue, guessing that it would be Cheng Mo’s seat, but he hadn’t arrived yet, and only a lone chair was placed there. Ling Xiaolu looked left and right again, trying to guess where Zen Master Nian Bei would sit, and whether or not Zi Xiao Daozhang would be there.
I looked over the next chapter briefly and oml a few of the paragraphs are so long BUT more smutty stuff will be coming up soon!
