Ning Wan had also heard the conversation just now.
As she greedily enjoyed her precious disciple’s rod, her beautiful eyes, interwoven with charm and glistening moisture, also rippled with an extremely gentle light.
The Profound Cold Curse Seal planted on her was even more domineering and insidious than the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark.
Moreover, having been cast by the previous generation’s Dao Chief, who had seized Dong Jun’s body, it couldn’t be removed without the Extreme Yang Creation Pill.
It was precisely because of this that her precious disciple was so anxious.
At this moment, Deng Tianyu spoke again. “Aunt Rong can first dispatch people to continue investigating. See if the Dragon Spirit Earth Fungus hasn’t been used yet, and also find its specific location.”
Qu Qirong nodded, her smile like a blooming flower. “Once I have news, I will notify you and Sect Master Ning at the first opportunity!”
“Huff… huff…”
Just then, the sound of spiritual energy howling came again, and it was even more sharp and piercing than before.
It was because Ning Wan, having just now felt the depth of Deng Tianyu’s heartfelt intentions, was suddenly overcome by springtime passion. Her buttocks suddenly accelerated their twisting and lifting.
A pair of beautiful breasts jiggled like rabbits under the impact. Her chrysanthemum hole was stretched and swollen from the pounding. The bright red tender flesh churned inside and out with each of the rod’s thrusts, a scene of white slurry overflowing and strings pulling, utterly obscene.
Qu Qirong suppressed the inexplicable irritability in her heart and asked with a trace of surprise, “Tianyu, why hasn’t the spiritual energy vortex dispersed yet?”
As soon as the words fell, a “pa” sound rang out. Ning Wan’s full, plump rear fell heavily, swallowing Deng Tianyu’s rod to the root.
In an instant, the rod was tightly wrapped and sucked by layers of warm, slippery, and continuously squirming tender flesh.
The tight chrysanthemum cavity writhed ceaselessly, crazily clamping and sucking, carrying a swollen, numbing, nibbling sensation…
Deng Tianyu’s body trembled almost imperceptibly several times. For a moment, he almost didn’t dare to thrust, fearing he would ejaculate immediately.
It was no use. As Ning Wan lifted her snowy rear and began another round of thrusting, Deng Tianyu gritted his teeth and endured, but his essence gate still burst open.
Pleasure poured over him like an avalanche. His two legs lightly twitched. The rod jumped and swelled violently. His sperm sacs were drawn taut, contracting with all their might.
As if trying to squeeze out the very last drop of semen, everything sprayed surgingly into Shizun’s warm, tender little rear hole…
“Phew…” He let out a long breath of turbid air, revealing a slightly stiff smile, and softly said, “The spiritual energy vortex has already dispersed.”
“It might be because there are Spirit Gathering Arrays inscribed around here, so the spiritual energy is a bit denser, making it linger for a longer time.”
Deng Tianyu felt completely helpless!
What on earth was this?
Last time, by the hot spring, it was like this. This time, it was the same again.
Thankfully, the Purple Vein Jade Slip’s projection was facing him… otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
As if remembering something, Qu Qirong picked up the stone album in her hand and waved it. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness and doting affection. “Oh, right, Tianyu. The Cloud Carved Stone Album you gave me, I’ve already carved up to the events at the Cosmos Sect.”
“If Tianyu has some free time, could you help me finish carving the parts that belong to me?”
Within the stone album, what she had carved was Deng Tianyu’s figure.
And the carving of her own figure, naturally, had to be done by her own Tianyu. Only then would it be considered complete.
Deng Tianyu nodded instinctively. “If Aunt Rong would like that!”
Regarding a request from an elder, the filial him naturally wouldn’t refuse.
“Then I’ll be troubling Tianyu!”
Hearing this, Qu Qirong felt her heart wrapped in a sweet sensation, revealing an incredibly bright and moving smile.
She could clearly feel that her own Tianyu’s filial piety towards her, along with that consideration, was always on his mind, remembered at every moment.
Therefore, Qu Qirong very much enjoyed her time with Deng Tianyu, and the intimacy she shared with him.
Even just communicating face-to-face through the Purple Vein Jade Slip like this could make her feel warmth and contentment.
“Pop~”
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out inappropriately.
The slowly softening rod was squeezed out bit by bit by the squirming of the tight chrysanthemum cavity.
Ning Wan’s buttocks were still swaying gently. After losing its filling, the pink, tender chrysanthemum hole still contracted several times, as if feeling a sense of melancholy loss…
Qu Qirong snapped back to her senses. Her brow furrowed as she looked at the image within the jade slip.
She saw Deng Tianyu had, at some point, opened a bottle of Spirit Fruit Juice and taken a sip.
Deng Tianyu suppressed the panic in his heart and spoke. “What’s wrong, Aunt Rong?”
Qu Qirong shook her head and said softly, “It’s nothing!”
And at this moment, Ning Wan had already recovered from that dazed, empty feeling. Her alluring, beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a bit of sourness in her heart!
A Cloud Carved Stone Album, and it was a gift from her own precious disciple!
Of course, Ning Wan also knew that it was most likely a gift Deng Tianyu had given to an elder.
But Qu Qirong was actually asking her own Tianyu to carve her figure, an elder’s figure?
This was clearly somewhat inappropriate.
At this moment, Ning Wan was lost in thought!
Qu Qirong’s feelings for her own Tianyu were somewhat unusual. Perhaps one could say it was no longer limited to the affection an elder felt for a junior.
Ning Wan gazed at the familiar face before her, the corner of her lips curving into an extremely bewitching smile.
Then, she took Deng Tianyu’s left hand and placed it over her full, ample chest, transmitting her voice:
“Tianyu~ although your Body Tempering Technique has been cultivated well, you’ve been somewhat negligent with your divine abilities!”
“Your teacher needs to continue the test!”
Ning Wan’s expression was dazed and utterly soul-stealing. Her beautiful eyes were filled with glistening moisture. Her long, narrow eyelashes trembled. Her sandalwood mouth exhaled strands of warm, orchid-scented breath.
Her words carried endless charms and allure.
His nose was filled with an arousing body fragrance, along with the scent of peach blossoms permeating the air. Deng Tianyu’s originally calmed breathing had, at some unknown point, become ragged again.
He watched as his fingers quickly pumped up and down his rod. A small stream of transparent, sticky fluid, squeezed out like this, dripped from the horse’s eye, mixing with the love fluids on the shaft.
And seeing this scene, Ning Wan merely extended her fragrant tongue and slowly licked, taking all the liquid into her abdomen. Yet, as if still not satisfied, she continued playing with the rod, eventually swallowing it into her mouth.
Plop! Plop!
The bewitching beauty, the rod in her mouth, skillfully sucked and swallowed, completely disregarding Qu Qirong above. An intense feeling of envelopment, coupled with suction, washed over him. For the part she couldn’t completely eat, she lifted her own chest forward, gently using that pair of magnificent breasts to clamp the entire rod.
“Hiss…”
“Tianyu? What’s wrong?” Qu Qirong felt somewhat worried.
“It’s nothing. A small mishap during training. It’s already resolved.” A thick, muffled grunt came from Deng Tianyu’s throat, which made Ning Wan show a happy smile.
Towards his Shizun, he was truly starting to panic.
It was like an ordinary person without cultivation, walking a tightrope a hundred meters high in the air—the slightest mistake could lead to disaster.
Yet, precisely at this moment, Qu Qirong spoke again. “Tianyu, a substitute material has been found for this Purple Vein Jade Slip!”
“Do you think we should sell it to gain profit from Spirit Stones, or limit its use to only the Purple Cloud Sect and the Spirit Treasure Pavilion?”
Actually, she had already considered this point before.
Undoubtedly, if the Purple Vein Jade Slip were launched, it could generate considerable Spirit Stone revenue.
But considering the current situation, she was more inclined towards the latter option, limiting it to the two sects.
“As for Spirit Stones, after the Purple Cloud Sect and the Spirit Treasure Pavilion established their own brand, they really haven’t lacked them.”
“In my opinion, let’s limit this Purple Vein Jade Slip to our two sects,” Deng Tianyu said after thinking it over, voicing his thoughts.
Now that the sect was growing day by day, it was necessary to provide some different benefits to make the sect’s disciples feel a sense of belonging.
This Purple Vein Jade Slip could be one such item.
The ordinary jade slips used by outsiders could only transmit text.
But within the Purple Cloud Sect, they used the Purple Vein Jade Slip, which allowed for face-to-face communication. The disparity was immediately apparent by comparison.
Qu Qirong nodded. “Since that’s the case, then let’s decide it so!”
“Huff… huff…”
Very abruptly, the sound of spiritual energy howling came again.
Ning Wan shook her chest up and down continuously with both hands, letting the snow-white breast flesh swallow the shaft up and down relentlessly.
The slippery, warm jade peaks tightly pressed against Deng Tianyu’s rod. The sensation of pressurized friction washed over the shaft again and again. Occasionally, Ning Wan would spit the glans out from her red lips, letting the sensitive tip sink into the breast valley.
Sweat seeped from her breast cleavage, mixing with saliva and love fluids to lubricate Ning Wan’s creamy breasts, making the pumping motion smoother and easier.
But then, she would suddenly take the rod back into her mouth and suck fiercely, as if playing with Deng Tianyu.
As if rewarding the young man’s rod, Ning Wan’s tongue deftly licked his horse’s eye. The sour, numbing stimulation immediately made the rod in her mouth tremble even more violently.
Qu Qirong looked at her own Tianyu and chided him gently, “Tianyu, you really don’t need to cultivate so relentlessly all the time. You should relax a bit when appropriate.”
From the last time seeing Deng Tianyu cultivating in the bathroom, she could tell that her own Tianyu was an extremely diligent and hardworking junior.
Whenever he had spare time, he would devote it to cultivation.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he could reach the Divine Ability Realm Perfection at such a young age, and possess such formidable combat strength, capable of crushing King-Sealing Realm experts.
“I understand!”
“It’s just that sometimes, it’s a habit. Hard to change.”
On Deng Tianyu’s side, he circulated his True Essence, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to form a vortex.
While speaking, he met the gaze of his Shizun, whose beautiful eyes rippled with charm. He wanted to transmit his voice, but didn’t know what to say.
Should he say: Shizun! I don’t want to temper my divine abilities anymore. Could you let me talk to Aunt Rong for a while?
Saying that certainly wouldn’t do!
Disobeying Shizun for no reason would be a violation of the Path of Filial Piety.
Qu Qirong chuckled softly and didn’t say anything more. “Alright, Aunt Rong won’t disturb you any longer.”
“But you must remember, balance work and rest!”
Deng Tianyu smiled and nodded, lamenting how truly difficult his situation was.
Now that the conversation with Aunt Rong had finally ended, Deng Tianyu, who had remained silent the entire time, also let out rapid, ragged breaths, as if he could no longer restrain his desires. The rod, strained to its absolute limit, finally erupted along with the young man’s suppressed cry.
Warm semen, accompanied by the rod continuously pulsing within her breast valley, splashed out. Ning Wan licked her lips. Under his gaze, she bit by bit gathered up the semen on her own body, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it. Such a simple action made Deng Tianyu instantly harder than he had been before.
Ning Wan smiled, a bewitching smile.
She drew closer bit by bit, then sat down on it… For the sake of fulfilling his filial duty, he truly had sacrificed much of his precious time, and even more precious life essence.
