[The Legend of the Immortal Cultivator] Chapter Two

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Chapter Two: The God-Slaying Sword
Wang Lan casually tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and simply bandaged her chest. As he did so
, Murong Nianshuang suddenly let out a soft groan. He thought she had woken up and immediately became alert
, fearing she would use her magic again to frighten him. However, Murong Nianshuang's beautiful eyes remained tightly closed, showing no signs of consciousness.
Her face, however, was not as pale as before; instead, it was as rosy as a peach blossom, looking delicate and alluring,
and her breath was warm and fragrant.
Wang Lan was greatly surprised. Could this girl have caught a cold and fever? Thinking this, he touched her forehead and
immediately felt a burning sensation. Murong Nianshuang's groans gradually became more frequent, rising and falling, melodious and
charming, like tickling one's heart, or like breaths constantly near the ear, making one's soul melt
and the whole body feel weak.
Her body temperature seemed to be rising steadily, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her snow-white skin
was flushed red, as if she had been punched several times. "I'm so hot!" she groaned, her long, beautiful legs
kicking and thrashing unconsciously, her hands tearing at her clothes.
Seeing this, Wang Lan felt a surge of desire ignite within him; not only was his mouth parched, but
his palms were also sweating. He couldn't help but feel annoyed: Did this little vixen have a contagious disease, making me feverish too?
Just as he was at his wit's end, Murong Nianshuang had already ripped off her bodice, revealing two white mounds of flesh on her chest
, trembling with her movements, growing increasingly firm, as if silently inviting Wang Lan. Not only
that, but she had also unintentionally torn several holes in her skirt, revealing her long, slender legs.
Wang Lan was startled and immediately pressed her down, saying, "I told you not to move around, okay? If you move again, I'll eat you up
." He wasn't lying; he was like a wild beast tied to a campfire and roasting, his
intense desire pushing him to his limit. If Murong Nianshuang continued to move around like this, he might
really eat her up.
Murong Nianshuang, however, grabbed his hand and pressed it against her chest, as if she were itching terribly and
desperately wanted someone to scratch her.
"It's hot, I need to take off my clothes." Her hair was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to
her forehead.
When Wang Lan's hands touched her chest, it felt like touching spring dew on flower petals, or stroking
a newborn lamb on a sun-drenched grassland. This strange and wonderful feeling instantly relieved him
, like a gentle spring rain in a parched desert.
"Ah, so good!" he couldn't help but groan, afraid that this wonderful feeling would disappear. His hands immediately became like busy
bees, constantly gathering nectar from the newly sprouted lotus leaves.
Murong Nianshuang, on the other hand, was like a vine scorched by the summer sun. As soon as she touched Wang Lan's slightly cool hands, she
followed the vine and wrapped herself around him, as if only in this way could she quench her thirst.
Wang Lan felt as if he had fallen into a passionate flame, even breathing felt like a waste of time. He
hugged Murong Nianshuang back and rolled around on the straw mat.
The two of them rolled around like this, embracing each other, completely unaware that they had rolled onto the ground. But both of them were new to
the world, only knowing how to touch and grab each other, and not knowing what to do next.
Finally, driven by instinct, Wang Lan took off his own clothes, and then went to take off Murong Nianshuang's clothes.
However, he encountered another problem: although Murong Nianshuang's top was off, the belt of her skirt was tightly
tied around her waist, tied in a butterfly shape. He tried for a long time but couldn't untie it or break it. He was very unwilling, so he
simply buried his head in her skirt and moved around inside. Since birth, he had never seen what a girl's
private parts looked like and was very curious.
Murong Nianshuang, on the other hand, grabbed his head and pressed it hard against her crotch, as if she wanted to squeeze his whole body inside.
Wang Lan nuzzled inside for a while, and a strange scent wafted into his nose, instantly arousing him
to a frenzy. He pressed his nose close to the source of the scent, sniffing incessantly like a dog.
Suddenly, his body trembled violently, a powerful wave of pleasure washing over him, startling him. The feeling was like
releasing a deep-seated desire, or like being struck by lightning. He stood there stunned for a long time, his restless
passion slowly receding like the tide.
Once the passion subsided, he immediately regained his senses, unable to understand why he had felt that strange sensation.
Now, however, he just wanted to catch his breath, but Murong Nianshuang was still tightly gripping his head. He could only smile wryly and laboriously pry her legs apart to emerge from under her skirt. He had barely caught his breath when Murong Nianshuang 　　clung to him
like a piece of chewing gum . 　　 Seeing her so alluring, Wang Lan couldn't help but recall the ghost stories the village elders had told him. Most of these stories involved fox spirits transforming 　　into beautiful women to lure men with ill intentions, only to be eaten in the end. 　　 He broke out in a cold sweat, thinking, "Could this Murong Nianshuang really be a fox spirit in disguise? Otherwise 　　, why would she be so enthusiastic towards me for no reason? Could my charm have reached the 　　point where a beautiful woman falls for me at first sight?" 　　 Thinking this, Wang Lan shook his head. Judging from the situation earlier, this girl had so many fellow disciples 　　; she couldn't possibly be a demon. However, if she continued like this, he might succumb to temptation again 　　. He needed to find a way to sober her up. So he shouted in her ear a few times, but seeing that she was still dazed, 　　it clearly didn't work. He had no choice but to find a wooden bucket in the cave, fetch water from the stream where she had fallen, and 　　pour it over her head. 　　 Murong Nianshuang was drenched in a cold spray, shivering violently. She immediately wilted like a frostbitten eggplant, falling silent 　　. The flush on her face gradually faded, but she still showed no signs of regaining consciousness. 　　 Seeing her like this, Wang Lan became even more certain that she wasn't a demon. He suddenly remembered a storyteller mentioning a kind of 　　mind-altering poison that could make someone lose their reason and do strange things. Could it be that Murong Nianshuang had also been 　　poisoned by an enemy? 　　 This thought immediately struck him as highly likely, even though Murong Nianshuang was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

But he couldn't take advantage of her vulnerability; otherwise, if she found out the truth later, she might fight him to the death, which would be terrible.
Seeing that night was approaching and Murong Nianshuang's complexion was worsening, he worried that her condition would be delayed. So
he immediately carried her to the neighboring village for treatment, even though he would face his parents' stern questioning. He accepted it; carrying a
stunningly beautiful woman around in broad daylight was no joke. The villagers might not be good at much, but they were masters of spreading rumors. This was understandable; they were
a group of people who spent their days in the fields, with very little entertainment, and when they were idle, they could only
gossip about this person and that person.
However, just as he was carrying Murong Nianshuang out of the cave, he suddenly noticed a group of people in white standing outside. Looking closely
, he recognized them as the group of women he had just encountered. Startled, he turned and ran.
"You demonic cult fiend! Quickly put down your junior sister and surrender, or you'll be torn to pieces!"
A chorus of curses rang out behind him.
It turned out that the Qingxue Sect members had discovered bloodstains along the path while searching, leading them to Wang Lan's
hiding place. Fearing a sudden trick from the Demonic Sect, they dared not enter the cave rashly. "
When did I become a member of the Demonic Sect?" Wang Lan increasingly felt this matter was incredibly complicated, involving life
and death. He dared not be misunderstood by these powerful figures, so he decided to go out and explain. Just as he was about to step out of the cave, a
white light flashed and slammed into the cave wall with a loud thud, making his ears ring. Terrified,
he immediately prostrated himself on the ground, too afraid to move.
It turned out that the women outside, seeing his sudden return, thought he was about to retaliate. In their excessive tension,
they hurled various magical weapons at him. Fortunately, the cave entrance was small, and in the darkness, it was difficult to spot the target, thus preventing him from being killed.
Wang Lan was terrified and dared not offer any further explanation, immediately retreating back into the cave.
The women smashed the rocks haphazardly for a long time, then, fearing they might accidentally injure Murong Nian Shuang, they stopped. Just as they were about to investigate further
, a loud rumble suddenly erupted, and many rocks tumbled down the mountain. It turned out that the mountain was composed of boulders
and couldn't withstand the barrage of magical weapons. The mountain trembled, seemingly on the verge of collapse. The falling
rocks were incredibly powerful. Although the group were cultivators, they were still mortals; if hit by these rocks, they would die
instantly. Some flew up on their swords, while others retreated hastily. The rocks rolled for nearly half an hour before gradually stopping.
When the group tried to find the cave entrance again, they discovered it was blocked by a small mountain of rocks. It seemed that Murong Nian Shuang and
the "demonic cult prodigy" had been sealed inside the cave.
The women, eager to rescue her, rushed to move the stones. A middle-aged woman, the leader, said, "
Stop! Even if hundreds more people worked day and night, it would take months to
move all the stones. Miss Murong has no chance of survival. Our immediate priority is to return to our sect and explain the situation
, and then be on high alert against any further attacks from the demonic sect." Hearing this, the women remembered Murong Nianshuang's past kindness and
wept bitterly, their cries echoing throughout the
surrounding area. Meanwhile, inside, Wang Lan, seeing the mountain tremble, assumed the cave was about to collapse.
Injured by the lingering power of the magical artifact, she coughed up blood in terror, her vision blurred, and she fainted.
When he awoke, he suddenly felt something soft pressing down on him. Opening his eyes,
he saw only darkness around him. Reaching out, he felt something soft—a woman's body. He guessed it was Murong Nian
Shuang again, but felt no lust. He struggled to his feet.
It turned out the cave was too small to collapse. Overjoyed, Wang Lan quickly went to find a tinderbox
and lit the oil lamp in the cave. However, the entrance was blocked by rocks, and he couldn't push it open. He called out several times, but there was no
response. He was both happy and afraid—happy that the wicked woman outside couldn't kill him, but afraid that he would be trapped and die in the cave.
Just as he was lost in thought, he heard Murong Nian Shuang groan from the ground, "Water! I want water!
"

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