The Carefree Little Immortal (Complete) - 24

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In the seventh chapter,

Li Mengtang glanced at Cui Caiting, who had her eyes closed, knowing she was healing herself. He asked, "Which little brat?"

"That cunning brat who uses a whip as a weapon!" said the Skeleton Ancestor. Although only a few strands of rotting flesh remained on his face, all the women could feel his anger.

"Oh, why are you specifically looking for him?" Li Mengtang quickly interjected.

"The Demon Clan wants to retrieve something from him, then skin him alive, eat his bones, and refine him into an eternal slave!" the Skeleton Ancestor said through gritted teeth.

Shui Ruo was horrified and cried out in a trembling voice, "You're dreaming!"

"What do you want to retrieve from him?" Li Mengtang kept asking, trying to buy time for her master.

Unexpectedly, the Skeleton Ancestor had already become alert and suddenly turned to stare at Cui Caiting, who was silently healing herself.

Li Mengtang felt a sense of foreboding. Sure enough, she heard the Skeleton Ancestor say menacingly, "Heh, Chongyuan's disciples are indeed quite capable. Last time, they survived the Soul-Devouring Curse, and this time, after taking a hit from the Demon Clan's Underworld Emperor's Claw, they were able to heal themselves. Well then... the Demon Clan will let you taste another claw."

The faces of the beauties changed drastically, but they were all helpless.

The Skeleton Ancestor made a hand seal with his bone fingers, about to unleash his evil magic, when suddenly a soul-shaking roar came from the sky, like the sound of a dragon. Looking up, they were immediately stunned.

The beauties of Xiaoyao Peak also looked up, peering through the treetops, and saw a blood-red bone dragon with a sharp snout, protruding forehead, no scales, no thorns, and over thirty feet long, winding its way towards them. Their hearts turned cold, and they felt increasingly desperate.

The Skeleton Ancestor, initially stunned, was now astonished. He thought to himself, "What's going on? Wasn't this dragon's Rebirth Pearl destroyed? It should be recuperating in the abyss right now. How could it suddenly appear here?"

Filled with doubt and uncertainty, he immediately used his evil magic to ascend into the air, flying towards the bone dragon.

Xiao Xuan, riding the bone dragon, sped around searching for his master and senior sisters. In a short while, he had traversed most of Zeyang City, reaching the sky above the northern mountain peak. He immediately saw the mountainside covered in skeleton blood spiders and planned to descend and wreak havoc. Suddenly, he saw his master and senior sisters trapped in the sea of spiders. Overjoyed, he quickly descended on his dragon, only to encounter the approaching Skeleton Ancestor. Startled, he abruptly stopped his bone dragon.

The Skeleton Ancestor flew closer and saw that all six combat skeletons on the skeleton chariot were activated. The protective mechanism magic, Asura Flame, which required a large accumulation of spiritual energy to activate, was also being wasted and continuously released. He was filled with shock, pain, and anger, and shouted fiercely, "Who is on this chariot? How dare you ride my chariot!"

Xiao Xuan was currently clad in skeleton armor, wearing a skeleton helmet, and his face covered by the Demon Lord's Mask, enveloped in Asura Flame. Six more mechanical skeletons were frantically dancing on the sides and rear of the chariot, making him difficult to see clearly.

For some reason, facing such a powerful enemy, Xiao Xuan felt no fear at this moment. He glanced down and saw that his master and senior sisters were in dire danger, spat out, "You old bastard!" and charged forward on his bone dragon.

Seeing the skeletal dragon charging towards him with its claws outstretched, the Skeleton Ancestor hurriedly channeled his demonic power and chanted a dragon-controlling incantation. However, the dragon, which had previously been so submissive, seemed to let out a painful groan and then raised its massive head, spewing a huge breath at him. Even with his superior cultivation, he couldn't easily withstand the attack and hastily dodged to the side. His robes were brushed by the edge of the breath, instantly corroding large patches and revealing his blood-red, bare bones—a truly wretched sight.

Xiao Xuan, greatly encouraged, brandished his shield and chain, giving chase. The Skeleton

Ancestor, unable to contain his anger and shock, unleashed his demonic power to meet the attack in mid-air.

The beauties below stared in disbelief. Zhai Xia exclaimed, "Am I seeing things? Why is the old monster fighting his own mount?"

Li Mengtang, with her sharp eyes, said, "There's someone in that carriage! Could it be that the old monster's demonic dragon has been controlled by someone else?"

"But the old monster must have a restriction on his own mount, right?" Xiao Wan asked in surprise.

"I don't know, maybe something went wrong or something unexpected happened?" Li Mengtang stared intently at the sky.

"That's for the best, let them fight like dogs, fight until they're both badly injured!" Zhaixia lay on the ground and said bitterly.

Xiao Xuan felt that his true energy and spiritual power had never been so abundant, flowing endlessly and surging. When he poured it into the Soul-Binding Technique, lightning flashed and crisscrossed, with astonishing power. With the addition of the skeleton bone dragon and the six combat mechanical skeletons and the Asura Flame, they actually made the Skeleton Ancestor very busy.

All of this made him vaguely feel that it was related to the Seven Evils Mask he wore on his face. In the surging pleasure and confusion, he seemed to have developed a slight fascination and addiction to this extremely evil and ferocious mask.

The Skeleton Ancestor grew increasingly astonished as the battle raged on. Looking through the flames of Asura during the fierce fight, he saw that the mask worn by his enemy resembled that of the Demon Lord, further shocking him. He couldn't fathom who this person who had stolen his chariot was. After several attacks with the Netherworld Claw were blocked by the Bone Dragon and the Asura Flame, he suddenly took a risky gamble. He vanished into thin air and teleported behind the chariot, drastically increasing his protective aura before forcefully charging into the Asura Flame.

Fei Luo and Xue Han in the back seat cried out in alarm. Xiao Xuan, realizing the danger, hurriedly turned to retaliate, but the elusive and evil Netherworld Claw technique had already appeared inside the chariot, its massive bone claw, imbued with terrifying demonic power, gripping him tightly.

Xiao Xuan groaned in pain, blood gushing from his mouth.

The Skeleton Ancestor hovered on the edge of the carriage, momentarily stunned, then sneered viciously, "You didn't even get crushed by my Underworld Emperor's Claw! Very well! Good cultivation indeed! Let's see how long you can hold out!" He immediately disregarded the immense cost, using hand seals to urge his spiritual power, continuing to maintain the destructive claw that had emerged from the void.

The giant claw tightened its grip, and the small Xuan Shield desperately blocked, supporting him. He felt powerful demonic energy invading his body from all directions, pressing down on his internal organs as if they were about to shatter and shift, causing him excruciating pain and spitting out blood.

In truth, the Skeleton Ancestor was also suffering greatly. His forceful intrusion had damaged his internal organs with the incredibly powerful Asura Flames, depleting his true essence. But seeing success imminent, he could only grit his teeth and forcefully maintain the attack.

Although Fei Luo didn't know that the person trapped by the Claw of the Underworld Emperor was Xiao Xuan, she weighed the pros and cons and knew that if the Skeleton Ancestor succeeded, all her disciples would surely perish. So, she secretly gathered the little bit of true energy she had been secretly accumulating and made a lightning-fast hand seal, aiming it at the Skeleton Ancestor's dantian.

However, the Skeleton Ancestor was extremely alert; he raised his right leg and stomped her hand on the edge of the chariot.

Fei Luo screamed in agony, her face turning pale.

The Skeleton Ancestor sneered, "So it's you, you little bitch! Trying to ambush the Demon Clan again? Wait till I see how I deal with you."

Although this attack failed, it had already disrupted the Skeleton Ancestor's spiritual energy. Xiao Xuan suddenly shouted, shattering the Claw of the Underworld Emperor that was trapping him. The skeleton chariot jolted violently as if struck by explosives, and Xue Han was thrown out of the chariot, fortunately managing to hook onto the side wheel.

At the same time, Xiao Xuan leaped out like lightning, his Soul-Slaying Shield slamming heavily into the Skeleton Ancestor.

A series of cracking sounds rang out as the Skeleton Ancestor, whose bones were broken in countless places, was thrown into the air. Xiao Xuan, still relentless, pursued him with bloodshot eyes, raising the Soul-Slaying Shield and smashing it down on the Skeleton Ancestor's head.

This strike was truly thunderous; even with the Skeleton Ancestor's cultivation level, cracks immediately appeared on his skull. Enraged, he lashed out, knocking Xiao Xuan back into the carriage with a claw.

At this moment, the heavily injured Xue Han could no longer hold on; her fingers loosened, and she plummeted from the sky.

Below, Shui Ruo suddenly cried out in alarm, "It sounds like Senior Sister!" The other beauties also recognized the falling person as Xue Han, and were all greatly alarmed. However, everyone was injured and surrounded by the Skeleton Blood Spiders, and no one could offer any help.

In the nick of time, a shadow flashed, and someone caught Xuehan in mid-air—using a mere, fluttering sleeve.

The girls on the ground were overjoyed. Xiao Wanhuan exclaimed, "It's Sixth Uncle! He finally made a move!"

Yi Xunyan had no time to put Xue Han down. With a light step in the air, she appeared before the Skeleton Ancestor, a hundred feet above them. With a casual flick of her other sleeve, she somehow bypassed the tight defenses and struck the Skeleton Ancestor's chest. The Skeleton Ancestor

immediately felt a strange energy penetrate his body. His protective demonic arts were almost useless, and the true essence he had cultivated for millions of years within his bone cavity was shattered. He knew he had encountered a top-tier master who specifically countered his techniques, and his heart trembled with fear. He retreated hastily.

"How dare you injure a member of my sect!" Yi Xunyan sneered, pursuing him relentlessly.

The Skeleton Ancestor, his anger barely concealed, roared, "Who are you?" Confident in his profound cultivation, he retreated while secretly circulating his energy, only to have cracks spread from the top of his head, reaching his eye sockets, and his true energy leaking out uncontrollably.

"Yi Xunyan, the hermit of Lonely Smoke Island," Yi Xunyan said calmly.

Although the Skeleton Ancestor had been secretly cultivating in the depths of Hell, he had a large number of spies and informants outside, and was well aware of the relevant developments over the years. Upon hearing that the person before him was the Xuanjiao Protector who had subdued the Forty-Nine Cave Demon Kings, he became increasingly panicked. Coupled with his serious injuries, his fighting spirit suddenly vanished. Seeing the person wearing the Demon Lord's cloak riding the bone dragon that had betrayed him, he sighed inwardly, "So be it! As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood!" He secretly used his bone fingers to form hand seals within his sleeves, unleashing one of his three unique evil techniques, Annihilation.

Yi Xunyan had caught up very close and was about to attack when suddenly the Skeleton Ancestor scattered like dust, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Surprised, but with no time to use magic to detect or track him, he descended from the sky to rescue the women trapped by the Skeleton Blood Spiders.

Seeing the Skeleton Ancestor suddenly disappear, Xiao Xuan was furious but helpless. He also rode his dragon down swiftly, heading straight for the swarm of skeleton spiders on the ground.

Although the skeleton blood spiders were numerous and ferocious, how could they withstand the arrival of these two powerful reinforcements? The beauties of Xiaoyao Peak immediately broke the encirclement.

Seeing his master flee, General Bloodblade knew things were going badly and also took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Xiao Xuan rode his dragon back and forth, killing each blood spider as if an electric current surged into his body, then mysteriously accumulated and surged, like raging flames burning and raging waves crashing, making him feel like a madman, his muscles taut to the limit almost spasming.

At this moment, the spiritual energy stored in the six combat mechanism skeletons on the edge of the skeleton chariot had been exhausted one after another. They put away their weapons and crouched down, leaving only six heads exposed on the edge of the chariot.

The raging flames of Asura all around gradually weakened due to the depletion of spiritual energy, soon becoming low, scattered, pale ink-colored flames that leaped and struggled as if unwilling to be extinguished, but ultimately disappeared completely.

However, Xiao Xuan felt himself growing stronger and stronger, his shield like thunder and his chains like lightning, tearing apart the enormous skeletal blood spiders as if they were made of dough or paper.

At this moment, he seemed to be addicted to killing.

Seeing that the skeletal spider swarm no longer posed a threat, Xue Han hurriedly shouted to Yi Xunyan, "Sixth Uncle, quickly go and beg Thirty-Third Uncle, she's in that masked guy's chariot."

Yi Xunyan was taken aback, but with a slight step, he instantly appeared above the skeletal chariot and shouted in a deep voice, "What kind of monster are you?"

Xiao Xuan swung his chains angrily, and the Soul Binding Sword in his hand shot out like a thick, pillar-like bolt of lightning.

Yi Xunyan's heart skipped a beat. She waved her sleeve to meet the attack, unleashing a deafening roar. The powerful force of the attack sent several skeletal blood spiders flying.

Xiao Xuan felt a tingling numbness in her limbs from the shock, but she also felt an outlet for the pent-up power within her. Without thinking, she wielded her chain and whip wildly, exchanging blows with the enemy more than ten times in the blink of an eye.

Explosions rang out in rapid succession, their power terrifying, until finally the two separated.

Yi Xunyan retreated gracefully from her rapid turn, while Xiao Xuan, along with his chariot, was sent flying. The chain connecting the skeletal chariot and the skeletal dragon taut and rattled.

Although the difference in skill was obvious, it greatly astonished all the beauties of Xiaoyao Peak.

Yi Xunyan was secretly astonished. His cultivation was exceptional, and he rarely encountered a worthy opponent. He wasn't too concerned about the opponent's formidable strength, but the opponent clearly appeared to be a demon, yet his techniques were unusually strange, their composition seemingly both righteous and evil, complex and difficult to decipher. He wondered, "Is this person a celestial being suppressing a demon? From what realm or region does he originate?" He neutralized the force and pressed forward again.

Xiao Xuan's blood surged, and he felt something trickling down his nose. He wiped it away, his hand stained with blood, but he didn't care. Seeing the enemy approaching again, he immediately spurred his chariot and charged forward.

His fighting spirit burned like a raging fire, making his eyes bloodshot and painful.

The two clashed again, even faster and more intense than before.

Yi Xunyan finally displayed the terrifying strength commensurate with his reputation. Streams of powerful, incomparable evil-repelling energy flowed from his sleeves, shattering trees, uprooting soil, and turning leaves to dust—a truly horrifying sight.

Xiao Xuan was merely relying on two extraordinary weapons from the Asura Realm and the various powers absorbed by the Seven Evils. After a few initial attacks, he gradually couldn't withstand Yi Xunyan's relentless onslaught. The defense formed by the Soul-Binding Chains was repeatedly breached. Fortunately, he still had the wide Soul-Slaying Shield to parry from both sides, preventing an immediate collapse. In his anxiety, a thought flashed through his mind, and the Skeleton Bone Dragon suddenly roared and descended, opening its ferocious jaws to devour Yi Xunyan. Yi Xunyan remained calm and composed. With

a nimble movement, he had already swept past the dragon's head and into his embrace. With a flick of his sleeve, a series of sharp cracking sounds rang out, severing several of the Bone Dragon's massive, diamond-like bones.

It turned out that the True Qi he cultivated was a supreme technique specifically designed to ward off evil spirits. Although the Skeleton Bone Dragon was originally a celestial dragon, it had been refined by the Skeleton Ancestor using evil methods, and its attributes had almost entirely transformed into demonic ones, making it instantly countered by him.

Seeing the injured bone dragon, Xiao Xuan felt both pain and anxiety. His mind cleared slightly, and he realized who his enemy was. Cold sweat immediately broke out: "How did I end up fighting with my sixth senior uncle…?" Remembering the consequences of being captured, he was filled with even greater terror. Seeing that his master and senior sisters were out of danger, he suddenly mounted the dragon and flew into the sky, hoping to escape as far away as possible.

"Stop!" Yi Xunyan shouted, chasing after him with great strides. He had already reached the Flying Immortal realm, covering a hundred zhang in a single stride.

Xiao Xuan frantically rode the bone dragon, fleeing for his life. Although the bone dragon was injured, its speed was still astonishing; when it soared, it truly covered a thousand miles in an instant.

Yi Xunyan gradually fell behind, then suddenly stopped and silently chanted. With a flick of his sleeve, white light emanated from it, revealing the Winged Jade Cauldron, engraved with auspicious clouds—his secret-forged magic weapon, the Cloud Winged Cauldron. He mounted it and sped forward in pursuit.

Unfortunately, it was too late; the demonic dragon ahead had vanished.

Yi Xunyan searched the air for a long time but still found nothing. She had no choice but to fix her Cloud Wing Cauldron and use magic to divine and calculate, tracking the enemy with the Xuan Sect's secret technique.

The spider swarm was finally annihilated. The forest was littered with the remains and bones of the skeleton blood spiders. After the girls calmed down, Xia Xiaowan asked, "I wonder if the person in that carriage was a god or a demon, and why he helped us?"

"That person may not necessarily be helping us; it can only be said that he is fighting against the demon army," Li Mengtang said.

"Yes, otherwise why would that person kidnap the Thirty-Third Uncle?" Zhaixia said.

Xuehan hesitated.

"That person is so powerful; he actually took away the Skeleton Old Demon's demonic dragon. I wonder how he broke the restriction?"

Xia Xiaowan asked in a daze.

"Also... the mask that person wore had seven sharp horns on top, which seems to be the legendary Seven Evils Covering..." Shui Ruo added.

"Wasn't the Seven Evils Cover destroyed by Xuan... more than ten years ago? How come it's here today? And in that person's hands?" Li Mengtang glanced at her master and asked.

Cui Caiting didn't answer, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed as if she was deep in thought.

"Sigh, how come such a mysterious guy suddenly appeared?" Xia Xiaowan murmured.

"Fortunately, Sixth Martial Uncle arrived in time, otherwise today we...we..." Zhaixia stopped mid-sentence, seeing the grim expressions on everyone's faces, and quickly swallowed the rest of her words.

This journey down the mountain, before even reaching the capital, had already encountered repeated dangers and misfortunes. Feiluo's fate was uncertain, Xiaoxuan had been expelled from the sect, and the rest had all suffered injuries of varying degrees. Thinking of this, all the beauties were filled with sorrow.

Cui Caiting looked at Xuehan, who hadn't spoken, and asked, "What happened up ahead?"

Xuehan replied hesitantly, "We were on the verge of death, but then this person and dragon suddenly appeared, defeating several skeletal giants and many demon soldiers and generals, greatly improving the situation. Before we arrived here, it could even be said that the demon army was already in defeat."

Everyone was greatly surprised. Xiaowan said, "I really don't understand if this person is a good guy or a bad guy!"

"How did you two end up in that person's hands?" Cui Caiting asked again.

"I was wounded by the demon soldiers and fell off the troll. That person saved me in time..." Xue Han hesitated, "When I regained consciousness, I was already in his carriage, and my martial uncle was lying next to me, seemingly also seriously injured."

The girls looked at each other, increasingly puzzled.

"In any case, that person helped us a lot." Xue Han gazed at the horizon and said. Cui

Caiting pondered for a moment and said, "Let's not worry about that for now. Your martial uncle has Sixth Uncle to save him, so there shouldn't be any problems. Right now, we should hurry back to the front to help Shao Lin defend the city." ********** ... Although the true energy contained in this single finger strike was extremely limited, Fei Luo skillfully transformed it into the electric attribute of the Four Symbols. If it struck a vital point, it could still paralyze and incapacitate the target. However, this seemingly sure-fire attack failed. Xiao Xuan, wearing the Seven Evils Cover, merely shuddered, turned angrily, and roared, "What are you doing!" Fei Luo was shocked. In a flash, her fingertip slid down, striking his Xuan Shu acupoint on his back. Xiao Xuan felt dizzy, but didn't fall, continuing to ride the skeletal dragon forward. Fei Luo, her face pale, gritted her teeth and used her last remaining true energy to pierce Xiao Xuan's Mingmen acupoint. This was truly fatal. Xiao Xuan cried out, his face contorted in pain behind the mask. He suddenly turned and viciously twisted Fei Luo's wrist. "Ouch!" Fei Luo groaned, her injuries aggravated, and now it was her turn to feel excruciating pain. Though her voice was soft, it was sweet and seductive, sending a shiver down Xiao Xuan's spine. He jerked her away, slamming her heavily onto the back seat. In that moment, he was dizzy and agitated, completely devoid of any tenderness. Fei Luo, thrown about, paled, clutching her chest and abdomen in pain as she curled up. Her already shapely figure was now contorted in a shocking way, and a section of her shapely, milky leg peeked out from under her lifted skirt. Xiao Xuan stared blankly, his chest heaving, his crimson eyes, visible through the Seven Evils Cover, growing increasingly cloudy and confused. Hearing her increasingly rapid breathing, Fei Luo looked up and met his terrifying gaze. Suddenly realizing some danger, she hurriedly forced herself to sit up, pulled down her skirt, and frantically covered her chest with her arms. Little did she know that this action was even more alluring. Her slender jade wrists could not conceal her pert, large breasts, and her fearful expression and panicked gaze were always the moisture and fertilizer for the seeds of evil to take root and sprout. Moreover, there was also the Seven Evil Cover that could induce seven kinds of evil power. Xiao Xuan's throat made a "hoho" sound, his voice almost like that of a wild beast. A mysterious evil power from somewhere made his whole body burn and his mind go blank. He suddenly pounced and pressed down on the beauty. Fei Luo was shocked and hurriedly struggled, but she was now powerless and could not stop him. Xiao Xuan exerted force with his hands, and with a tearing sound, he ripped open the beauty's bodice. Without saying a word, he pulled off her bodice, and a pair of huge, beautiful breasts, whiter than snow, immediately sprang out, swollen and trembling before his eyes, as if endless passion was about to burst out from within. Fei Luo gasped and tried to cover herself, but Xiao Xuan grabbed her wrists and plunged her head into the deep valley between her two towering, snow-capped peaks. His nose and mouth, exposed from beneath Qi Xie's covering, roughly rubbed against her curdled, milky skin. Fei Luo kicked and punched, struggling desperately, but soon her arms and legs gave way. She cried out, "You came to save Ze Yang and you saved me, so you're not a bad person. Why do you do such a beastly thing!" Xiao Xuan ignored her, panting heavily as he thrust in and out of the valley, his lips and tongue greedily licking and caressing her. A faint fragrance, neither quite butter nor quite honey, rose with the friction, combined with the warm, soft, and creamy touch, making him even more infatuated, his blood boiling, and his marrow tingling. Suddenly, he released her wrists and roughly cupped her plump breasts, kneading and shaping them into countless forms. Fei Luo let out a soft moan, and the two rosy nipples on her ample breasts, obscured by the cold, hard mask, stood erect, their surrounding delicate areolas seemingly expanding slightly, releasing a strangely rich milky fragrance. Xiao Xuan paused, sniffing deeply. Fei Luo frantically covered herself with her hands, only to feel a burning hot hand slip under her skirt, quickly moving upwards along her leg. "No!" she cried out, her hands frantically reaching down to stop it, but in one fell swoop, her upper body immediately succumbing, the right nipple suddenly covered by a scalding mouth, tightly sucking. Just then, her lower body was a step too late, her extremely sensitive and tender spot falling into another's hands. "Bastard!" Fei Luo cursed in a trembling voice, goosebumps rising on her skin, her hands desperately trying to grab the evil hand under her skirt, but the lecherous man on top of her was incredibly strong, relentlessly continuing his assault. Xiao Xuan, his body radiating heat, reached deep into her skirt, his hands kneading and squeezing wantonly. Everything he touched was plump and soft as cream, making his fingers and palms tingle. Suddenly, he felt a slippery, sticky sensation; he had aroused the beauty to the point of producing several drops of honey-like fluid. "Ugh...I...I'll kill you!" Fei Luo gritted her teeth and moaned shyly. Suddenly, her body trembled; her incredibly alluring nipples had been bitten hard by the lecherous man on top of her. At this moment, Xiao Xuan was like a demon, vigorously kneading her plump breasts while his lips and teeth unknowingly sucked and gnawed at them, completely disregarding the beauty's pain. Little did he know that Fei Luo's breasts held a hidden, highly sensitive spot. His rough and unrestrained ravaging caused her excruciating pain, and her delicate body went limp on one side. She moaned pitifully, her cloud-like hair falling loosely, obscuring half her face, while the remaining half revealed a luscious, rosy blush. Xiao Xuan froze, his mouth dry as he stared at the beauty's hazy eyes and full, red lips. Suddenly, he sprang to his feet, frantically tearing at his body. His skull armor shattered like paper, and his inner clothes were torn open, revealing bulging, fiery red muscles. Fei Luo gasped, desperately backing away, shrinking into a ball in the carriage seat in panic, all her usual composure and confidence gone. The skeletal dragon, having lost its mysterious external control, could only fly aimlessly through the air. Hundreds of feet below, the vast, rolling waves stretched as far as the eye could see—a boundless swamp. In the eighth chapter, the enchanting Xiao Xuan pounced again, his hideous and terrifying Seven Evils revealing half of his blood-red face beneath their covering. Fei Luo struggled desperately, but it was all in vain. Completely devoid of true energy and spiritual power, she was utterly powerless to stop the beast-like thug, and was quickly subdued.

Xiao Xuan grabbed her two pink wrists with his left hand, pinning them firmly above her head. With his right hand, he lifted her skirt, then forcefully spread her legs, forcing them open like creamy white breasts.

Her clothes were disheveled, revealing a glimpse of her pubic hair, thick and dark as ink, and her mounds, high and smooth as cream—a sight to behold, intoxicating and mesmerizing.

But Xiao Xuan had no time for appreciation. He moved closer, panting heavily, eager only to thrust his spear into her flower-like bud and pound her frost.

Fei Luo was unable to move, cursing incessantly. Suddenly, despair overwhelmed her, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Xiao Xuan, now shirtless, grabbed his trousers, ripped off his belt, and pulled them down. In an instant, a massive, erect penis sprang forth, standing menacingly before the beauty.

Fei Luo, still crying and cursing, suddenly shuddered, her beautiful eyes widening as she stared ahead.

This wasn't because she was terrified by the imposing figure of the Great Southern Kingdom, but rather because she was stunned by the faint light emanating from the thug's abdomen.

It turned out that the binding spell cast by Cui Caiting had been broken by Qi Ji. Xiao Xuan's movements were fierce; in tearing off his belt, he had also ripped off the Flame-Washing Robe binding his waist.

Through the faint light, she could see a smooth, white, jade-like object inside his navel, engraved with delicate patterns, like inscriptions or talismans, incredibly strange.

This was clearly the same thing she had seen that morning. Fei Luo suddenly looked up, her voice trembling, "Innate Tai Xuan… Little… Little Xuan? You are Little Xuan?"

Little Xuan seemed not to hear her, only restraining the beauty and moving her around. After several attempts, his engorged member finally pressed against her plump jade clam.

"You… are you Little Xuan?" Fei Luo cried out anxiously, staring at the eyes peeking out from the hole in the hideous mask, her certainty growing stronger.

Although his eyes were bloodshot, they held a subtle, almost sinister allure.

It was this very gaze that was consistent with his former self.

"Xiao Xuan? Xiao Xuan! What's wrong with you? How did you become like this?" Fei Luo cried out in alarm.

Xiao Xuan's waist slumped, and his massive, rounded member suddenly parted her vulva, sinking into the hot, sticky mound of red fat.

Fei Luo let out a soft moan, her body recoiling as if struck by an arrow, her two snow-white legs springing back, tightly clamping around the man's waist.

Xiao Xuan grinned, his hands gripping the beauty's waist, relentlessly thrusting forward, his burning-hot member cleaving through layers of soft flesh and tender fat, rapidly penetrating deeper.

Fei Luo's jade-like neck arched back, her stiff waist arching violently.

Xiao Xuan suddenly felt his tip pressing against an incredibly soft and wonderful object, so beautiful that his entire member went numb.

Fei Luo gasped, her heart pounding, and cried out in a panic, "Take off the... take off the mask!"

Xiao Xuan, however, began thrusting relentlessly,

his movements aggressive and forceful from the start. Fei Luo was overwhelmed, like a drifting catkin in the wind or a floating object on water. Her large, plump breasts swayed with her body, creating waves of alluring white flesh. She still cried out, "Is it really you? Take off the mask!"

But Xiao Xuan relentlessly thrust, feeling the indescribable richness and plumpness within her. Besides this, he felt many strange, tender things clinging to his shaft, softly brushing against it, sticking and tangling endlessly. Those in shallower areas were constantly being pulled out by the bulging glans, turning into delicate, translucent fleshy flowers, blooming gracefully around his engorged penis.

Fei Luo's face was flushed with a deep blush, a surge of desire washing over her, a tingling sensation spreading through her. Yet, her heart was filled with unease, a torment she felt. She cried out again, trembling, "Is this mask the culprit? Take it off!" But the person on top of her ignored her. She raised her arm to remove it, but after several attempts, she was exhausted and could only give up halfway.

Xiao Xuan, seemingly aware of everything, stared intently at Fei Luo's delicate face with bloodshot eyes, thrusting and pumping relentlessly, sweat pouring down his face. Suddenly, he felt a surge of heat within her, an overwhelming pleasure. He gripped her soft thighs tightly, and with a rapid, fiery thrust, each stroke seemed aimed at piercing her completely.

Fei Luo suddenly felt the enormous rod inside her swell violently, as if it were about to tear her flower path apart. It was also burning hot, as if the flesh walls were being scorched. Looking down in horror, she saw that the exposed veins of the man were like bulging, reddish-brown dragons, several sizes larger than before. She was stunned.

Xiao Xuan suddenly thrust out with all his might, lifting the beauty from her original position and pressing her against the corner of the carriage seat, leaving a trail of sticky wetness in his wake.

Fei Luo's body curled up, her two beautiful, firm legs with nowhere to go, forced high up, shamefully draped over the other man's shoulders. She felt an unbearable ache from the penetration, almost causing her to ejaculate, but this man had appeared out of nowhere, and she was unwilling to give him up!

She was biting her lip, desperately trying to endure it, when suddenly her breasts twitched, and tiny white beads of fluid oozed from her nipples. Upon closer inspection, these were thick, sticky secretions that quickly blurred her two crimson nipples.

In an instant, a fragrant aroma wafted up, even stronger than before, filling the carriage.

This strange and unexpected sight immediately caught Xiao Xuan's attention. He stared in astonishment at the beauty's ample, snowy breasts, then suddenly leaned down and took one of the nipples into his mouth, suckling like a baby nursing.

Fei Luo's delicate body stiffened abruptly, and she hurriedly tried to back away, but there was nowhere to retreat. Her snowy back slammed heavily against a skull on the edge of the carriage, causing her to gasp in pain.

Xiao Xuan felt a warmth in his mouth, his lips and tongue going numb. The liquid that entered his mouth was incredibly fragrant, like nectar. After swallowing, he felt a tingling sensation in his chest and abdomen, his soul floating and drifting, momentarily losing all sense of heaven and earth, experiencing a blissful intoxication.

It turned out that Fei Luo's milk had a remarkable origin. She was not pregnant, so it was not born from pregnancy. Rather, it was a divinely bestowed treasure containing extraordinary qualities. Her milk could produce a mysterious elixir that nourished her spiritual essence, called "Milk Splendor" in ancient texts, also known as "Milk Truth" or "Milk Treasure." Taoists called it "Dew," a rare and precious treasure. Therefore, from a young age, she was chosen by the Supreme Holy Mother of the Xuan Sect to go to Phoenix Cliff. Later, she stood out and was taken in as the closed-door disciple by the sect leader, Chong Yuanzi, who taught her the secret techniques of the Three Peaks, nurturing the essence of a hundred treasures, in preparation for refining the Great Elixir.

Unexpectedly, she was now completely devoid of true energy and had lost control of herself. Furthermore, she was provoked by Xiao Xuan's Xuan Yang Panlong Pestle, causing this supreme elixir to leak out.

"You...you...you...you'll die!" Fei Luo trembled, her face filled with panic and fear.

Xiao Xuan, drinking her milk, suddenly felt his massive penis swell again, so hard it was painful, yet the depths of her flower chamber felt incredibly tender. He felt an overwhelming pleasure, and pressed against her, ejaculating rapidly, drops of his precious essence flowing directly into her tender core.

Fei Luo's beautiful eyes widened suddenly, as if she wanted to say something, but her shoulders hunched, her alabaster-like abdomen spasmed and convulsed, and she trembled as she lost control.

Xiao Xuan felt a surge of heat, then felt something thick and slippery wash over him, instantly enveloping his entire penis in warmth. He thrust forward relentlessly, as if trying to knead his enormous, egg-shaped head into the beauty's tender heart.

Fei Luo, still struggling desperately, was filled with shame and anger at her own weakness. Suddenly, she gritted her teeth, struggled with all her might, and finally tore off the mask from Xiao Xuan's face.

A handsome face suddenly appeared, though it was now bloodshot and slightly ferocious, its appearance and expression were unique in the world.

Seeing this face, Fei Luo's heart immediately relaxed, her delicate body went limp, and her inner nectar flowed freely, letting herself fall into the surging sea of desire.

The two of them climaxed together, and after a while, Fei Luo finally relaxed a little. But before she could even catch her breath, the man on top of her began to convulse again. Perhaps because of the Seven Evils Cover she had worn earlier, his lower body was also incredibly vigorous. After the intense ejaculation, the Dragon Pestle did not soften in the slightest.

"Xuan... Xuan Lang... you... you've... you've come to steal... steal and bully me again..." Fei Luo moaned in a dreamlike voice, her starry eyes hazy, her limbs numb and weak. Her two pink arms wrapped around the man's neck, and below, her fleshy and wet vulva, which was originally plump and tender, was now soft and mushy like mud.

Xiao Xuan, indescribably beautiful, grew even more ferocious and ruthless, his thrusts causing the woman's flower to glisten with nectar. Her enormous breasts, tossed and turned, swayed wildly and violently, their arcs dazzling and mesmerizing. Sweaty and glistening with a white sheen, they appeared even more plump and luscious. Xiao Xuan couldn't resist reaching out again, squeezing and kneading them forcefully.

Strangely, no matter how fiercely and wantonly he manipulated her breasts into bizarre shapes, they would return to their original state—full, swollen, and perky—as soon as he released them.

Fei Luo gasped for breath, drowsy and resentful, watching the man on top of her and his mischievous hand. Still tingled from the Xuan Yang essence, her flower chamber was further weakened by the attack on this most sensitive area, and she quickly succumbed, her flower overflowing with nectar and becoming a mess under the man's relentless thrusts.

Xiao Xuan, indulging in unrestrained pleasure and desire, quickly reached the peak again. Suddenly, he felt a warm, slightly numb sensation in his hands. He saw that the beauty's plump breasts, squeezed by him, were flowing with thick, white milk. He was utterly captivated and, with a tremor, ejaculated again.

Fei Luo felt a surge of heat, the fluids pounding against her tender core. Her flower chamber was instantly numbed, and in a moment of ecstasy, her large breasts twitched. Incredibly, her two erect, swollen nipples produced two thin streams of white fluid, which spurted onto the man's chest, drenching them both.

Xiao Xuan was dumbfounded. Although he had already reached the second orgasm, he felt no fatigue and continued to manipulate the beauty in every way. Not long after, suddenly, fluid gushed out, and he ejaculated for the third time.

"Ugh...no...no more...you...you...I...can't...ah...it's...

it's going to break again..." Fei Luo was overwhelmed, tormented to the point of near death, and began to cry out and beg for mercy.

She possessed a supreme technique for locking in vital energy, but now that her true energy was depleted, she couldn't use it. How could she withstand the exquisite essence of Xiao Xuan, this extremely beautiful woman? She could only endure his relentless ejaculation, her breasts overflowing with precious fluids, splattering the man's body with a fragrant, white sheen—a truly spectacular sight.

But Xiao Xuan grew stronger with each thrust, his erection ever more powerful. At the last moment, he leaped up, thrusting with all his might into her flower chamber, sending her snow-white legs flying high into the air.

Fei Luo was speechless, unable to bear the renewed bloom of her flower heart, and lost control once more. Finally, unable to withstand it any longer, she slumped to the side and fainted.

The bone dragon, still dragging its skeletal chariot, flew aimlessly through the air, its destination unknown, surrounded by misty clouds, making one wonder if they were in a dream.

After a series of unrestrained releases, Xiao Xuan finally relaxed. His complexion gradually returned to normal, and the burning madness in his eyes subsided. He dazedly gazed at the woman beneath him, lost in thought for a long while.

Fei Luo slowly opened her eyes, biting her lip and glaring at him with a mixture of reproach and resentment. A trace of fear still lingered in her beautiful, watery eyes.

A large cloud of mist drifted by, and Xiao Xuan jolted awake, stammering, "Master...Master...Master-Uncle?"

"You recognize me!" Fei Luo snorted softly.

"This...this...I...how...how you..." Xiao Xuan was filled with panic, quickly straightening up and leaving the woman's soft, curvaceous body that had been pressed tightly against him.

"What do you mean, 'how'? I should be asking you that!" Fei Luo said.

"I...I..." Xiao Xuan recalled the madness and confusion of the past, his heart filled with even more panic.

"You...you...you! What exactly are you doing?" Fei Luo asked coquettishly.

"I...I..." Xiao Xuan stammered for a long time, but still couldn't come up with anything. "

Where did your courage go?" Fei Luo persisted, her face flushed with anger, making her even more stunning.

Xiao Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and he stared blankly.

Fei Luo saw his gaze, and suddenly her cheeks flushed. She picked up something from the side and said, "What is this? How did it end up on your face?"

"This...is the Seven Evils Cover." Xiao Xuan replied.

Fei Luo's body trembled, and she gasped, "Where did you find it? How did it end up in your hands?"

"Mi Dingzi gave it to me." Xiao Xuan said out of the blue.

"Mi Dingzi?" Fei Luo couldn't remember who he was for a moment.

"That's right, he tricked me into learning a forbidden spell and forced this thing on me." Xiao Xuan continued.

Fei Luo finally remembered and asked in surprise, "Mi Dingzi, could it be that weapon-refining master from Tianji Island?"

Xiao Xuan then recounted how he had accidentally encountered Mi Dingzi in the Abyss of Hell.

Upon hearing this, Fei Luo murmured, "So the fragments of this mask ended up in the hands of the Skeleton Ancestor, and were repaired by Mi Dingzi..." She glanced at Xiao Xuan and said, "So that's how it is. No wonder the Skeleton Ancestor chased us so relentlessly that day, saying that the Seven Evils were in our hands, leaving us completely confused. Who knew it was you who concealed the truth and hoarded the stolen goods!"

Xiao Xuan's face flushed red, and he said, "The situation was urgent then, there wasn't time to say anything."

"Didn't have time? Then why didn't you say anything after all that free time?" Fei Luo stared at him and said.

Xiao Xuan was speechless.

"I think you were deliberately trying to keep it for yourself!" Fei Luo snorted, glancing at the skeleton dragon speeding ahead, and continued, "What about this dragon?"

Xiao Xuan honestly recounted his recent encounter.

"So it was you who saved me..." Fei Luo looked at him and said.

Xiao Xuan was smug, then said, somewhat bewildered, "That's how it is. No matter what I say... no, no matter what I want it to do, it obediently does as I say. To this day, I still don't understand how it works."

Fei Luo frowned in thought, pondering for a long time before suddenly asking, "Last time you said you found a bead that looked a lot like the Li Pearl in that crocodile's mouth, and then you swallowed it?"

"Yes, the bead's patterns rippled and its light flowed, very similar to the legendary Li Pearl, but what does it have to do with this bone dragon?" Xiao Xuan replied.

"The Li Pearl... the Great Swamp... the Skeleton Demon..." Fei Luo murmured again.

Xiao Xuan looked at her, his gaze unconsciously slipping down a little, catching a glimpse of her towering, alluring breasts. Suddenly, he forgot the unrestrained pleasure he had just experienced. He vaguely remembered teasing them in various ways, but why could he forget it so quickly?

"Ah!" Fei Luo's watery eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "Could it be like this?"

Xiao Xuan was startled and quickly looked away, asking, "What do you mean, how?" His mind was still preoccupied with the earlier experience, and his hands were slightly numb.

"This dragon was originally a protective barrier and a spirit of evil left behind in the Great Swamp by the Burning Void Hermit. Later, the Skeleton Old Demon used some unknown method to break it and demonized it into his mount..." Fei Luo said slowly.

"That's right, so what?" Xiao Xuan asked absentmindedly.

"That day we saw a giant blood-red pearl under its chin, which I destroyed with my Purple Rhinoceros Hairpin during the battle."

"Yes."

"The Pearl is the essence of the Li Dragon's spirit, like a human soul. Logically speaking, without the Pearl, it would lose its spiritual power, and even if it didn't die, it would be useless. But now, it's still perfectly fine, not only can it fly, but its power is even greater than before. Think about it, why is that?"

"Why?" Xiao Xuan's attention finally turned to Fei Luo's question, and he asked curiously, "That's right! Without the Pearl, it shouldn't be so lively!"

"Because it now has another Pearl."

"Another Pearl? Where?" Xiao Xuan asked, puzzled.

"It's on you, maybe even in your stomach." Fei Luo stared at him.

"What? In my stomach!" Xiao Xuan's eyes widened.

"Yes, the pearl you swallowed is the Li Pearl, and it's most likely the original Li Pearl of this dragon," Fei Luo said calmly.

"What... what do you mean?" Xiao Xuan was increasingly confused.

"Legend has it that the Li Pearl is the source of the Li Dragon's spirit, possessing its own intelligence. When it cultivates to a certain level, it can even detach itself from its body. I suspect that when this dragon encountered a great calamity, its original Li Pearl escaped in time and resided in the mouth of a crocodile in the waters near the small island in the lake, the one you encountered. This caused a mutation, which is why the crocodile grew to the size you described. Later, you swallowed the pearl, and it ended up residing on your body."

"Wh... what!" Xiao Xuan clutched his stomach, finding it utterly unbelievable.

Fei Luo continued, "And this dragon's body was captured by the Skeleton Demon, who used evil magic to refine it into a demonic dragon, and then used something else... or some other method to create a new elixir pearl to replace the one that escaped."

Xiao Xuan was stunned for a moment, then said, "Is that the giant blood-red pearl we saw last time?" Fei

Luo nodded, "That's right. In the end, we destroyed the replacement. By chance, this injured dragon encountered the original elixir pearl residing in your belly, and it came back to life. As a result, it understands you and obeys your every command."

Xiao Xuan was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to say, "Through my belly, this dragon can communicate with its elixir pearl?"

"Yes, if you don't believe me, you can try it and stay far away from this dragon. I believe it will lose its vitality or even its life," Fei Luo said.

Xiao Xuan's mouth gaped open. He suddenly remembered the strange hallucinations he'd experienced after swallowing the bead, and a flicker of belief crossed his mind. He exclaimed in shock, "Ah! What if this bead one day pierces my belly and escapes back to that dragon?"

"I don't know, maybe!" Fei Luo said with a mocking smile.

Xiao Xuan immediately felt uneasy and hurriedly asked, "Good Martial Aunt, do you have any way to get the bead out?"

"Yes, we can cut it open with a knife. First, open my belly, then cut my intestines, and then search around with your hands. Maybe we can find the bead that's hidden somewhere," Fei Luo said in a melodious voice.

Xiao Xuan's face turned ashen; he looked incredibly ugly.

Fei Luo stared at him, finally unable to suppress a giggle: "Fool! Haven't you heard of people searching everywhere for the Li Pearl? It's a supreme treasure! The Li Pearl has the power to ward off evil, cleanse, and repel poison, and it also nourishes spiritual power. People desperately want it, yet you don't want it?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuan immediately remembered that his power had inexplicably increased recently, and he had recovered quickly from several injuries. His brow gradually relaxed.

Fei Luo continued, "Furthermore, without this Li Pearl, how could you control this incredibly powerful dragon! Such a fortuitous encounter is a blessing that takes countless lifetimes to attain, and you still want it?"

Xiao Xuan thought about it and realized it made sense. Without this dragon, how could he have defeated the Skeleton Demon Army today and even contended with the Skeleton Ancestor? Thinking of this, she finally cheered up and smiled broadly, "That's true. Then I'll let the dragon's pearl stay in my belly for now. As long as it doesn't cause trouble, I won't chase it away."

Fei Luo said, "Your cultivation is so poor, and you have this..." At this point, she suddenly frowned and clutched her chest.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Xuan was startled, then thought of her injuries and asked anxiously, "How are you? Are you alright?"

"Alright... no way! I'm injured and you still let him torture me like this..." Fei Luo spat, glaring at him with a mixture of shame and resentment. She pulled at her clothes, but they had been torn by him, leaving no room to cover her towering breasts.

Xiao Xuan's heart skipped a beat. Remembering something, he quickly pulled out a small black bottle from his sachet and said, "It's said to be the best healing medicine in the Demon-Slaying Fortress. Take it quickly."

"It's useless. I'll find a place and heal myself," Fei Luo gasped, her cheeks now pale as paper, the blush gone.

Xiao Xuan felt a pang of pain in his heart. He quickly looked around and saw that the surrounding clouds and mist were so dense that he didn't know where he was. He immediately rode his dragon down and, in a short while, emerged from the clouds. Below, he

saw a landscape of land and water, with a vast expanse of green reeds along the shore. Flying towards the shore, he finally spotted a narrow strip of land extending into the water. Fei Luo's breathing became increasingly rapid, and she felt she could barely hold on. She said, "Let's stay here. I need to catch my breath first."

Xiao Xuan hurriedly rode his dragon down, and a loud splash followed as a skeletal dragon, over thirty feet long, landed horizontally in the lake in front of the land.

There were still more than ten feet to the shore. Xiao Xuan looked at Fei Luo, hesitated for a moment, then mustered his courage, put his arm around her waist, and leaped off the skeletal chariot.

Fei Luo remained silent, her arms quietly wrapping around his waist as well. She closed her eyes and buried her slightly dizzy face in the man's embrace.

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