Li Feng was just a regular pervy guy from Earth who somehow landed in a world where cultivators cared way more about the Dao than their own bodies.

On his first day, by some crazy luck, he found 35,000 spirit stones on a dead cultivator.
He blew 30,000 of those stones just to buy his way into one of the top sects as an outer disciple. 
After years of grinding and nearly burning through the rest of his stones trying to break through, he’s still stuck at the lowest cultivation level. 

Now, with only a hundred stones left and his patience running thin, he decides to spend those last stones on a night of mortal pleasure with a cold, distant senior sister who usually doesn’t give a damn about things like that.
She agrees ,not because she’s interested, but because the price is hard to say no to. 

What Li Feng doesn’t realize is that this reckless move give him the chance to finally break free from his bottleneck and change everything.
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A lot of Smut, No NTR, No Yuri.

Fen Ziyan's hot and seductive moans echoed through the room while mixed with the sound of flesh colliding as her plump hips slammed against the man beneath her.


She was currently straddling Li Feng with her robe long since loosened and leaving her large white breasts spilling freely into view.


Her soft and firm waist rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, while her small delicate hands pressed against his firm abdomen as she leaned forward for balance.


Fen Ziyan's eyes grew misty as her gaze fixed on the man below, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.


His head was now resting comfortably on the soft thigh of an extremely beautiful yet expressionless woman.


Yue Lan gently caressed Li Feng's face, with her expression still calm and tender.


As if noticing something, she glanced at Fen Ziyan.


Seeing Fen Ziyan large breasts rising and falling wildly, she gave a subtle, encouraging nod.


Chapter 167 - Chapter 167: Departure.