The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 822 The Beauty Trap

Jing Yan was right, the pain of a thousand cuts pales in comparison to the agony of cultivating this technique.

Li Qing had only begun to scratch the surface of the cultivation, barely getting his spiritual power to complete a small circulation, yet he was already in so much pain that he began to question his life choices.

The pain he was experiencing was like having his heart dug out, concentrated intensely in that one area.

It was as though someone was experimenting on his chest with a small knife, slowly drilling into his heart before suddenly plunging the blade deep and then calmly slicing downwards.

Li Qing was in so much pain that veins bulged across his body, and sweat drenched even his hair, but he still forced his will to persist in running the cultivation technique.

Damn it, he refused to believe this evil.

Pain, it is said to have levels, but Li Qing wasn’t clear on the specifics.

However, he felt that what he was currently enduring must be the highest level of pain possible, and it couldn’t get any worse than this.

And that was the limit.

Although the pain was so intense that he almost crushed his teeth, Li Qing could bear it a little longer!

At least the situation hadn’t reached the point of killing him yet; he could hold on a bit longer.

Hold on, just keep it running a little longer...

This was the psychological therapy Li Qing gave himself amid the excruciating pain; every additional moment he managed to keep the technique running brought him one step closer to success.

Too lofty a goal under such torment would certainly result in giving up easily.

He didn’t even dare to set his target on completing several circulations, his only thought was to advance a bit further, to achieve a little more success.

Finally, a small circulation was complete.

But Li Qing’s life almost ended too, as he could no longer hold back and let out a blood-curdling scream.

This had to be the most painful thing in the world.

...

In the courtyard, Qin Wenjun stretched her neck, curiously listening to the noises coming from Li Qing’s room.

"Sister Yan, wasn’t he just practicing his cultivation? Why does it sound like he’s being tortured?"

Jing Yan’s expression held a touch of pity as she spoke softly, "The cultivation technique my husband is practicing is indeed comparable to torture."

"There’s actually such a cultivation technique in the world? Then why practice it? Just find one that doesn’t hurt," Qin Wenjun said in surprise.

Jing Yan replied, "This is a very powerful and rare cultivation technique. The reason he endures the pain is that, once mastered, it’s incredibly strong; it could even be considered the most formidable technique in the world. If my husband can endure it, one day he will certainly reach the Peak."

"If he cannot endure it, then there’s nothing to be done; he can only opt for a weaker cultivation technique."

Qin Wenjun nodded thoughtfully, murmuring, "It seems that everything in this world has its price. To achieve the Peak, one must endure inhuman suffering. Qingzi has only started practicing, and just the sound of it makes me feel pain."

"I feel the pain just listening to it, and it makes me uncomfortable," said Jing Yan. "Actually, I don’t wish for my husband to practice this technique; seeing him like this makes me feel terrible..."

After a moment of thought, Qin Wenjun asked, "Isn’t there any way to alleviate that kind of pain?"

"Pain is subjective and varies from person to person. I don’t know how to alleviate my husband’s pain," Jing Yan said, shaking her head.

"Distracting the mind could work," Qin Wenjun said. "Sister Yan, is it possible to be distracted while practicing martial arts?"

"Of course, it’s not ideal. But if one can maintain a sliver of concentration and stabilize the flow of the cultivation technique, it’s possible to divert attention. However, this has some risks and can easily lead to deviant cultivation," Jing Yan responded. "But it’s worth a try. Wen Jun, do you have a plan in mind?"

"Sister Yan, what does Qingzi like the most?" Qin Wenjun asked with a mischievous smile.

Jing Yan’s face flushed slightly as she caught on. "Doing this, I’m worried it might lead her to deviant cultivation."

"Do you have a way to cure deviant cultivation, Sister Yan?" Qin Wenjun asked.

"That, I can do. Besides, Qingzi has only just begun her cultivation, making it easier to treat her," Jing Yan nodded.

"In that case, I think we could give it a try," Qin Wenjun said. "If Qingzi really can maintain her concentration, keep the cultivation technique stable, and at the same time distract herself to lessen the pain, I think it’s worth the attempt."

Jing Yan nodded thoughtfully. "How do you propose we do it?"

Qin Wenjun was somewhat embarrassed to say it but leaned in and whispered into Jing Yan’s ear, causing her to blush. "Can we do that?"

"Isn’t that what Qingzi enjoys? Since we want to distract his attention, we’ve got to focus on what he likes best," Qin Wenjun explained. "For anything else, I’m afraid it might not distract him enough to reduce the pain."

"Okay... alright, let’s give it a try," Jing Yan said, bashfully.

The suggestion from Qin Wenjun caught her off guard, making her feel out of her element. In an instant, she went from a lofty queen to a shy girl, her cheeks tinted with a faint blush.

The two women tiptoed into Li Qing’s room, one after the other.

Li Qing, who was seated cross-legged on the bed, was contending with his willpower amidst severe pain that caused his veins to bulge and his face to contort, flushed as if he had just been pulled out of water, his clothes completely soaked.

As Jing Yan and Qin Wenjun entered, his barely open eyes didn’t notice them at all.

It wasn’t until a pair of curvaceous backsides suddenly appeared in his line of sight that Li Qing realized two more people had joined him on his bed.

He quickly steadied his mind and looked over at them, "What is this..."

"Husband, stabilize your mind, maintain the flow of your cultivation technique," Jing Yan’s voice instructed. "Try letting us... do something, and see whether it can lessen the pain you’re enduring."

Li Qing nodded, continuing the slow flow of his cultivation technique while diverting a fraction of his attention to Jing Yan and Qin Wenjun.

His ability to multitask was actually quite good, so he did not feel too uncomfortable with this task at hand.

After whispering something to each other, Jing Yan got up with a hint of embarrassment. She gently touched Qin Wenjun’s perky rear, then fumbled to unfasten the buttons of Qin Wenjun’s trousers.

Her movements were unhurried, like a drawn-out slow-motion scene, as her fair hand gently tugged down Qin Wenjun’s black pants, revealing a tender whiteness akin to snow before Li Qing.

When that beautiful sight appeared before him, Li Qing’s breathing quickened involuntarily, and his mind reeled for a moment.

He hastily stabilized his mind again, refocusing the bulk of his attention on the execution of his cultivation technique.

"Husband, is it working? Do you feel the pain has lessened even slightly?" Jing Yan inquired.

Li Qing nodded; indeed, it had a certain effect.