Nangong Yuan stirred, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears.
"Where's my husband?" she gasped, instinctively bristling like a cornered cat. Ten gleaming golden needles materialized in her delicate hands, poised to strike.
"Uyển Dung, easy!" a familiar voice soothed.
Her heart settled, her stunning face lighting up as she turned. There, cross-legged, sat Lan An, enveloped in Nirvana Spirit Water. His mangled arms were slowly regenerating—new blood forming, cells knitting together.
Though the recovery was gradual, his complexion had regained some color.
"Husband, are you alright?" Nangong Yuan rushed to his side, inspecting him anxiously, as if fearing he'd lose another piece of himself.
Warmth flooded Lan An's heart. He smiled gently, shaking his head, then glanced aside.
The grand hall, spanning dozens of zhang, was vast. At its center, a mature beauty sat cross-legged, her platinum hair flowing, skin radiant, a peach blossom mark gracing her noble brow. Her arched brows framed closed eyes, her nose elegant, her lips naturally red. Cold and regal, she exuded an ethereal grace.
Clad in thin silk that hugged her curvaceous form, she focused on cultivation. Around her, frigid ice energy roared, threatening to freeze the air itself.
"Sister Qing Zhu?" Nangong Yuan exclaimed, then smiled joyfully. "She brought us here?"
Lan An nodded, grinning. "This is Qing Zhu's secluded cultivation ground, the safest place in White Emperor City right now."
The Tribulation Lust Mark allowed communication across ten thousand li. Lan An had planned to call Hua Qing Zhu if danger arose, but she'd acted first, whisking them here.
This aloof woman had been quietly watching over him.
Relieved, Nangong Yuan gazed at his healing arms, her cheeks flushing as she whispered, "Husband, why not enter the Spirit Realm Pearl and use Dragon Fairy Sacred Scripture to heal faster?"
Lan An's heart stirred, but he hesitated. Hua Qing Zhu had interrupted her cultivation to save them, and she was now at a critical juncture, transforming her ice energy into Extreme Ice. He couldn't leave her alone.
Hua Qing Zhu's ice talent was prodigious. In a short time, her Extreme Ice Heavenly Art had reached this pivotal stage. Success would elevate her strength significantly.
Having experienced Extreme Ice's terror, Lan An wished for his woman to wield it.
"Will Sister Qing Zhu notice us here?" Nangong Yuan asked, biting her ruby lips seductively.
"No. At Body Unity, she's in a selfless state, undisturbed unless directly affected," Lan An replied absently.
Nangong Yuan's smile turned alluring. She pinned her raven hair up, revealing her swan-like neck.
Before Lan An's stunned eyes, her Golden Mysterious Armor slipped off, exposing creamy, flushed skin. Only a white camisole and undergarments veiled her sacred places.
The camisole hugged her full breasts, their peaks faintly visible. Below her slender waist, her undergarments barely concealed her curves—round hips, a pert backside, and a hint of wild growth.
Lan An's breathing quickened. How could he not grasp her intent?
His refined wife's boldness thrilled him.
"You've fought hard to claim the championship. Let Uyển Dung reward you," she purred, her voice a spring breeze as she approached.
Having tasted marital bliss recently, Nangong Yuan craved the ecstasy again. Healing him through dual cultivation was a perfect excuse.
Her delicate hands deftly removed his robes, revealing his chiseled muscles.
"Kiss me," she urged, seeking his lips.
Lan An didn't disappoint, capturing her lush lips, savoring their softness.
Nangong Yuan's eyes grew dreamy, her tongue entwining with his, letting him drink her sweetness.
Her skilled hands roamed his skin, finally grasping his fierce member, stroking gently.
Its aggressive response, as if ready to devour her, amused her.
Lan An relished her warm, silken touch, words failing to capture the bliss.
He kissed her deeper, making her gasp.
Their lips locked in endless passion. Nangong Yuan straddled his lap, her hand still tending to him.
Her undergarments were soaked, clinging uncomfortably, her body itching with desire.
With his arms unhealed, he couldn't caress her. Unable to endure, she broke the kiss, swallowing his saliva with a sultry gulp.
"I want to eat peaches," Lan An teased, grinning wickedly.
"Hmph, you'll eat them whether you want to or not," she huffed, panting as she pulled down her camisole.
Her snowy breasts spilled free, their rosy tips erect, fatally enticing.
Lan An leaned onto the bed, and Nangong Yuan lay beside him, positioning her chest before his mouth.
Faced with such fragrant treasures, how could he resist?
"Mmm, yes… I love it," she moaned as he claimed a nipple, sucking and licking fervently, occasionally nibbling to make her shiver with delight.
Smack, smack.
Savoring her sweet skin, the fullness in his mouth, Lan An devoured her like a starving child.
Nangong Yuan bit her lip, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, pressing his head closer, wishing to merge with him.
"Husband, it's itching below," she whimpered, sending a jolt through him.
"Turn around," he commanded, releasing her nipple.
"It's not clean," she protested shyly.
"Dirty, huh?" He bit her nipple playfully, grazing it with his teeth.
"Ah, that hurts! I was wrong!" she squealed, obediently turning, her hips raised.
The sacred sixty-nine unfolded.
Her undergarments remained. Lan An inhaled deeply—her scent, no longer pure but richly seductive post-virginity.
He tore the fabric with his teeth, revealing her glistening folds.
Slurp.
Without hesitation, his tongue invaded, parting her lips, seeking the hidden entrance.
"Ah, slow down… let me adjust," Nangong Yuan gasped, her body trembling, fluids flowing.
Lan An ignored her, determined to prove he cherished every part of her.
Her sensitive flesh quivered under his tongue, especially when he grazed her pearl with his teeth.
Not to be outdone, she parted her warm lips, taking his raging member, her tongue lavishing it with care.
Their lovemaking was a testament to their devotion, each striving to please the other.
Time blurred. His member stood proud, veins pulsing. Her valley, wide open, streamed with anticipation.
"Lie back, husband," Nangong Yuan panted, rising.
He complied, occasionally glancing at the aloof beauty cultivating nearby.
For reasons unknown, the setting thrilled him, and Nangong Yuan felt it too, her sensitivity heightened.
Holding his member steady, she spread her long legs, aligning her entrance.
Plop.
"Hnngh…"
As he filled her, both groaned in satisfaction.
Nangong Yuan savored his fullness, her nerves taut. She rocked her hips, riding him.
Lan An lay still, relishing each thrust, her folds enveloping him tightly, indescribably exquisite.
Her breasts bounced with her rhythm. She locked eyes with him, licking her lips sensually, kneading her own chest.
"Mmm, husband… it feels so good…"
"Your iron rod's killing me…"
"So many men craved me, but I gave them nothing. Now, Uyển Dung's yours to play with… ah, it's too much!"
"I love you more than life itself!"
Lost in ecstasy, she babbled sweet nothings, holding nothing back.
"I love you too, my treasure," Lan An roared, flipping to sit up.
Nangong Yuan shifted, kneeling, her hips raised high.
Despite his missing arms, his body cultivator strength let him thrust deeply from behind.
Slap, slap, slap.
His member pierced her depths, their bodies colliding with resounding claps.
"Harder, kill me… pierce me through!" she cried, smiling in bliss, eyes closed.
Slap, slap, slap.
The sounds quickened, echoing as Hua Qing Zhu cultivated nearby, sweat beading on her focused form.
Time passed. Nangong Yuan felt her body unravel, her core tightening like a vortex around him.
Her pores opened, and she screamed, "Ahhh, I'm coming… husband, release!"
Thrust, thrust.
Lan An sprinted to the finish, reveling in her grip, watching her hips meet his thrusts, wishing he could spank them.
"Let's come together," he growled.
With his low roar and her high-pitched moan, they climaxed together.
A sticky flood formed where they joined.
Nangong Yuan's radiant smile shone, breathtakingly beautiful.
The Dragon Fairy Sacred Scripture activated.
Lan An collapsed onto her soft body, still hard after the first round.
Prioritizing healing, he focused, channeling the scripture.
Heavenly energy surged, accelerating his recovery.
In the hall, a naked couple clung together in dual cultivation.
Nearby, a stunning woman immersed herself in cultivation, Extreme Ice roaring, sweat drenching her.
This bizarre scene met Bai Lian Hua's wide, teary eyes, leaving her frozen.
Joy flooded her—Brother Lan An was safe, likely saved by her mother.
But confusion followed. Why were he and his wife making love in her mother's hall? Even if dual cultivating, shouldn't they respect her mother's space?
This was Hua Qing Palace, Hua Qing Zhu's sanctum in the empire, guarded by Hua Clan eunuchs. Only Bai Lian Hua had unrestricted access.
Even the Emperor needed permission to enter.
This made the scene all the more perplexing, leaving her torn.
Curiosity stirred her maiden heart. Her cheeks flushed, her pulse raced as she crept closer, watching.