Just as she finished sketching this page of the stone album, Qu Qirong’s elegant brows furrowed slightly. She looked towards the bathroom with some confusion.
Creak~ Creak!
That was the sound of the bamboo door shaking.
A man and a woman, lost in mad, intoxicated passion, clung to each other in wild lovemaking. Their bodies steamed with sweat as they indulged.
Ning Wan’s perfectly shaped jade body, white as congealed fat, was already hooked around Deng Tianyu’s waist. Her pink, tender flower lips pressed tightly against his rod.
Her jade toes were on tiptoe, revealing soles that were white with a hint of pink, soft, lustrous, and tender. Her snow-white, perfectly round buttocks were cupped and lifted by large hands.
As Deng Tianyu’s hips and loins pounded like a pile driver, a crimson-tinged rod, encircled by veins, was thrusting in and out of a honey hole turned soft and muddy as rotten mud.
…
“What’s going on?”
“Could the Divine Ability Tianyu is cultivating be so powerful that it’s causing the spiritual energy to go out of control?”
Qu Qirong secretly guessed.
Her thoughts pausing there, she placed the soundly sleeping little fox Yingying into her soft little bed and walked towards the bathroom door.
Thump~ Thump!
Qu Qirong knocked on the bamboo door. With a hint of concern, she asked: “Tianyu, are you still cultivating your Divine Ability?”
She waited for a moment, but no sound came from within.
Inside the bathroom, before the purple bamboo door.
Deng Tianyu’s body suddenly stiffened completely. He no longer dared to make any movement. His rod was inserted in the moist honey hole, absolutely motionless.
His neck was tightly wrapped by a pair of glowing jade arms. His mouth was blocked by that luscious, full red lip, utterly incapable of making any sound.
Of course, he didn’t dare make any sound either.
Because, he and Shizun were separated from Aunt Rong by only a single bamboo door. Any sound would trigger Aunt Rong’s suspicions.
Deng Tianyu felt that the wind tonight was exceptionally noisy. The cold was mixed with a trace of scorching heat, leaving him at a complete loss.
In contrast, Ning Wan’s jade face was as gorgeous as peach and plum blossoms. Her extremely voluptuous body leaned back against the bamboo door, her entire being nestled in her precious disciple’s embrace. Her long, narrow eyelashes fluttered gently.
Her firm, smooth, tender, creamy breasts pressed against Deng Tianyu’s chest, rubbing and squeezing flat against each other. Their red lips, moaning unceasingly, were also pressed tightly together, muffled in a deep kiss…
At this moment, her expression was dazed, tinged with a hint of mischievous delight. The hazy, charming air in her beautiful eyes rippled as she simply greedily enjoyed Deng Tianyu’s intimacy.
She diligently wriggled the flower path of her tender hole, wrapping around the rod inside her that dared not move.
Her willow waist twisted, her snow-white breasts heaved and trembled. Her snow-like, crystal-clear, flawless naked body rose and fell with the lightness of a wildcat. Beneath her completely hairless, white, tender pink hole, two snow-soft flower lips were stretched into a flared, pink jade clam.
Ning Wan tightened her anal cleft, sometimes relaxing, sometimes clenching tightly. The rod was gradually placed deep into the tender hole. Inside was slick and scorching hot, like melted cheese. Folds of flesh wormed and squeezed inward layer by layer.
Slowly, the rod pushed open the tender flower heart. It was almost not like active insertion, but like being sucked into the constricting, tender cavity.
Deng Tianyu’s expression twisted somewhat savagely. Suddenly, he felt his crotch tighten. The tender hole wrapping the rod seemed to spasm.
The tender flower heart tightly clamped his glans. The tender, fatty pink folds vied to writhe, clamp, and suck, causing waves of numbing, aching pleasure. His ejaculation control loosened; he almost couldn’t hold back.
Thump~ Thump!
“Tianyu has been in there for nearly an hour.”
“There was activity just now, but now it’s so silent you could hear a pin drop. Could something have gone wrong while cultivating the Divine Ability?”
Qu Qirong frowned deeply, suspicion arising in her heart. She called out again: “Tianyu?”
Thinking of this, she pushed the bamboo door but found it wouldn’t budge.
“Shizun, is this enough?”
“If this continues, Aunt Rong will definitely think something went wrong with my Divine Ability cultivation. She’ll break down the bamboo door for sure.”
Deng Tianyu’s expression was rigid. His glans ached and numbed from being clamped by Shizun’s tight, warm flower heart, feeling somewhat lightheaded. He quickly sent a sound transmission.
Although Aunt Rong was only at the ordinary Qi Drawing Stage, breaking down a small bamboo door wouldn’t take much effort at all.
He could already imagine the explosive scene of Aunt Rong entering and seeing him embracing Shizun Ning Wan.
“Tianyu~ don’t panic!”
“Your master has already placed a Yin-Yang Dao Art on the bamboo door.”
“Let alone the Qi Drawing Stage, even the Imperial Sovereign Realm couldn’t force it open.”
Feeling the connection of their heartbeats, Ning Wan still hadn’t let go of Deng Tianyu. She only explained via transmission.
The voice entering his ears was bone-meltingly seductive, tinged with a trembling tone, profoundly suggestive.
But at this critical, nail-biting moment, how could Deng Tianyu be in the mood to care about that?
“Shizun, how come I don’t sense any Yin-Yang Dao Art covering the bamboo door?”
He widened his eyes, staring at the mature, seductive beauty before him with utmost suspicion.
Deng Tianyu suspected Ning Wan was deceiving him.
He had also cultivated the “Yin-Yang Grand Void Dao, First Volume.” If a Yin-Yang Dao Art covered the bamboo door, how could he not sense it?
“Your master’s realm is so much higher than yours. My attainment in Yin-Yang Dao Arts is even more so.”
“If you, as the disciple, could even glimpse a fraction of it, then I should be calling you Shizun.”
As if knowing what Deng Tianyu was thinking, Ning Wan gave him a coquettish, infinitely charming glare. However, the mischievous delight in her eyes grew increasingly dense.
“Is that really so?”
Deng Tianyu was still half-believing, half-doubting, wanting to transmit something more.
The next instant, his expression changed drastically. A sentence popped into his mind: Shizun is deceiving me!
Why did he say this?
Because a blast of True Essence violently struck the purple bamboo door. Cracks appeared, as dense as a spiderweb.
“Crack~ Crack~”
Deng Tianyu’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately wanted to use the [Shrinking Earth into Inches] Divine Ability to take Shizun away, but found he couldn’t move his entire body.
He looked at Shizun in his arms with utter disbelief.
Without a doubt, he had been restrained.
And who else could do this besides the mature, seductive, beautiful Shizun before his eyes?
Deng Tianyu would never have imagined that Shizun would stab him in the back like this?!
“Boom!”
Just then, the purple bamboo door was broken open. The figure of a mature noblewoman, dressed in an ink-colored palace skirt and draped in a snow-white marten fur cape, appeared.
…
On the other side, in a brightly lit pavilion.
A dignified-looking middle-aged man, dressed in luxurious, ornate robes, was looking down, handling the merchant guild’s affairs.
He was none other than Qu Qirong’s father, Qu Tianheng—also the Clan Leader of the Tongbao Merchant Guild, Qu Tianheng.
“Buzz!”
Suddenly, the space warped. A gloomy man clad in a red robe stepped out from within.
A hoarse yet immensely oppressive voice spread out: “How goes the matter this Seat entrusted to Clan Leader Qu?”
Qu Tianheng raised his head, his expression somewhat grave. “Not only has [Blood Soul Crystal], such a rare heavenly treasure, appeared in the Bloodfall Mountain Range, but the cave dwelling of a mysterious expert from an ancient era has also emerged.”
“Many Immortal Dao forces also wish to claim a share. Even one of the Twelve Sword Immortals of the Cihang Sword Sect, Sword Immortal Yin, has been drawn here.”
“Though the cave dwelling of this mysterious expert is ancient, the rules governing it have not eroded away. Cultivators above the King-Sealing Realm simply cannot enter.”
When he heard the three words “Cihang Sword Sect,” the initially indifferent and gloomy man in the red robe couldn’t help but frown.
“You will have the Heaven’s Prides of the Spirit Treasure Sect enter the Bloodfall Mountain Range. At all costs, you must obtain the [Blood Soul Crystal].”
He had originally intended to use the appearance of the [Blood Soul Crystal] to lure out the traitor from the Yin-Yang Law Heaven, then strike to kill.
But the emergence of this mysterious cave dwelling had disrupted his plan.
What could be done now was to gain control of the [Blood Soul Crystal] in hand. Only then could he seize the initiative and lure out that traitor.
After pondering for a moment, Qu Tianheng spoke up: “Leave this matter to me. Palace Master, rest assured!”
“Very good.”
Hearing this, the gloomy man said nothing more. His figure gradually disappeared from the room like a phantom.
Watching where he vanished, Qu Tianheng narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.
Thump~ Thump!
The silence in the room didn’t last long before it was broken by a knock.
Qu Tianheng said indifferently, “Enter!”
Creak!
The door was opened. A smiling Qu Yun walked in.
“The trade route struggle has ended. Our Tongbao Merchant Guild won the first match.”
“Yun’er has also gained control of Qu Qirong. As long as we successfully siphon her Primal Yin Spirit Nimbus, victory in the upcoming martial competition will be assured.”
“Good.” Qu Tianheng looked up, revealing a satisfied smile.
Everything was under his control. As long as both matches were won, the position of Sect Leader of the Spirit Treasure Sect would belong to him.
Qu Yun came behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck. An eerie red light flickered in her pupils. “Tianheng, if you become the Sect Leader, you won’t forget about me, will you?”
“How could I?” Qu Tianheng shook his head, holding her hand. Yet the expression contained in his eyes remained cold and pitch-black, as if never carrying any warmth at all…
