[The Progenitor of the Albizia] Chapter Twenty-Six: The Bald Donkey with Odd Roots and the Miraculous Rejuvenation of Roots

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Sulas lay quietly in the carriage, like a withered black rose, blooming in its final moments with
the beauty of a fleeting fall. Xiang Yin gently lifted her veil, revealing her face. She possessed
a wild beauty, her eyebrows slightly parted and twisted, as if in a dream, or
perhaps having encountered some unpleasant event on the Bridge of Helplessness. She lay there quietly, covered in blood, a
perfect blend of wildness and fragility, irresistibly endearing and captivating.
The carriage was slowly moving, driven by the dazed Shi Fen. Inside, Lady Bi stared blankly
at the lying Sulas with curiosity. The carriage was lined with the most precious white fox pelts from the deep forest, their snow-
white fur stained with water and white spots, and stained with traces of blood. Beside them was a row of cabinets filled
with daily necessities, and a dim magic lamp cast a white light in the small space.
Seeing Sulas's increasingly weak heartbeat, Xiang Yin knew this couldn't go on; there was no way he could survive until he found a medical
or alchemical cultivator. Being a Naked King of the Golden Core realm who knew nothing of medical techniques, Xiang
Yin asked Shi Fen, who was driving outside the carriage, "Shi Fen, think of something!"
Although Shi Fen's heart was filled with complex emotions, she dared not ignore Xiang Yin's question and could only say fiercely, "
She's doomed!" Normally, only the Nine Revolutions Ascension Pill could save her in this situation, but that sacred medicine had already
vanished along with Ancestor Bi.
Xiang Yin knew he couldn't delay any longer; once her heart stopped beating and her soul left her body, even a god couldn't save her. Xiang Yin
pounded his head hard, and with his exceptionally intelligent mind, a bright idea flashed through his mind. Xiang Yin
had no choice but to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless!
Xiang Yin ripped off Sula's clothes, revealing a curvaceous body.
Her skin was a wild, tanned wheat color, with faint traces of muscle definition. Xiang Yin particularly loved her
waist, which was completely free of any excess fat. He adjusted his penis to its smallest size, about the size of a finger, his fingers like a magician's wand,
gently caressing Sula's body until it warmed slightly. Then, like a monkey holding a peach,
he gripped her breasts, pressing and lifting them gently. His penis, like a worm burrowing into a hole,
teased Sula's vulva.
Xiang Yin sensed something different. Looking down, he saw eight silver rings hanging from Sula's labia
. Her vulva was also peculiar, winding inwards, not straight at all. Penetration there provided a unique pleasure; the walls
were uneven, like a rugged mountain path.
Sulas's body began to react, but it was still some distance from what Xiang Yin needed. Xiang Yin
gently lifted Sulas, placing one foot under her body, his penis pointing straight up. He embraced her
, exhaling a breath into her nostrils. Because Xiang Yin diligently practiced the Heavenly Ascent Technique, his internal energy was unusually potent
, giving his scent a faint aphrodisiac effect.
Xiang Yin knelt on the ground, Sulas straddling his leg like a horse. Xiang Yin slightly increased the size of his penis,
thrusting upwards in rhythm with the flow of blood in his body. Sulas's body trembled, like
drops of water falling onto a calm lake, or like someone knocking on the door of an empty house.
It was like a final burst of energy before death, the person on the horse instinctively wanting to see who was knocking.
Sulas, who had thought she was going to die, vaguely awoke, feeling as if she were riding a happy carousel.
Was she going to heaven or hell? Even if it was hell, it was still happiness. Xiang Yin maintained the rhythm of his movements,
softly saying, "If you don't want to die, use the heat in your body to circulate your inner energy with me..." Xiang Yin slightly opened his penis
, and a weak stream of true energy entered Sulas's body. The true energy flowed along her meridians (only a living person can have flowing
meridians and thus receive true energy).
"All things are divided into Yin and Yang, Yang is the sun, Yin is the moon, they generate and restrain each other, and can all be transformed. Emotions move with will, follow me towards
the heavens..."
Xiang Yin guided the true energy in her body to move continuously according to the Heavenly Mantra. The small streams accumulated and grew larger, constantly nourishing the
injured meridians and internal organs in her body. Sula's face began to turn rosy, and her consciousness began to clear up a little.
Suddenly, because the flow was too large, the broken meridians in her body began to collapse again. Xiang Yin absorbed all the true
energy in her body and transferred it into Xiang Yin's body. Instantly, infinite loss surged into her heart. Xiang Yin then pulled out a wisp of true energy to tease
the true energy in her body. After a while, it accumulated and grew larger and larger. When it reached the edge of collapse, Xiang Yin withdrew it into her body again.
This cycle repeated itself, and miraculously, Sula's injuries began to slowly heal. However,
the true energy within her body was dwindling. By the eleventh cycle, Xiang Yin noticed that the pleasure Sula experienced
was receding like a tide. It seemed that Sula had gradually adapted to this level of stimulation. Xiang
Yin changed positions again, his penis swelling slightly. He held Sula's ribs with one hand, assuming a horse stance, and moved back and forth, making
Sula sway back and forth in his hands, like a monk striking a bell, or like someone swinging on a human swing. He moved
closer along the winding path of her vagina, and the stream began to overflow again. The eight silver rings jingled, and desire
intensified infinitely. Xiang Yin also enjoyed this beautiful body. Cycle after cycle, ten days passed by unnoticed
. Sulas's internal energy was completely depleted. She tried 1259 positions and 432 stimulation techniques with Xiang Yin. Her juices
soaked the entire carriage. Xiang Yin had used up all his moves and invented dozens more on the spot to keep
the situation under control. The most painful thing was that Xiang Yin could not ejaculate. If he did, many unexpected situations would inevitably arise
. First, it would be difficult to control his erection, and the semen would also have a fatal impact on the entire treatment process.
Finally, after ten days, they had snatched Sulas from the clutches of death. All that was left was to wait for her recovery.
Xiang Yin pressed Sulas firmly against a corner of the carriage, one hand twisting her deformed breasts, the other
gripping her neck tightly. Xiang Yin's penis had grown to the maximum size she could bear,
the size of her calf, its frantic trembling and drilling-like rotation, coupled with powerful thrusts, was like a python frantically
trying to burrow into a mudfish's hole, inevitably leaving the delicate mudfish bloodied, or
like a drill meant to penetrate a wall drilling into tender tofu…
If pleasure is likened to water, it begins with a drizzle, a stream, a river… and finally reaches the ocean.
Sulas has drowned countless times in the surging waves, only to awaken again in a daze, like a cycle of reincarnation, or
like endless, endless years. Is the road to heaven so long? How
many times must you torment me before you let go?
Another climax arrives. Sulas waves her hands, trying to stop Xiang Yin's thrusts, but in vain. Her vagina
contracts, her body trembles, which only fuels Xiang Yin's animalistic instincts. He lets out a beastly roar, and his
semen erupts like a spring, filling Sulas's womb completely. Sulas, with strength she doesn't know she possesses
, pushes Xiang Yin away. Xiang Yin loses control, and Sulas is instantly covered in a
sticky, white milk bath. Xiang Yin sighs, spreads his limbs, and falls asleep comfortably.
...
In the center of the sea, at the Demon Clan's stronghold, the teleportation array had been repaired to a massive and complete state. At this moment,
the white light emanating from the array was blinding and lingered for a long time. "They actually sent this old man to this planetary domain! It's all useless stuff
!" an aged voice rang out. Emerging from the teleportation array was a beautiful young woman with alluring, captivating
eyes. "Hahaha!..." The old woman's strange laughter continued to echo, and
thousands of Demon Clan members knelt around the teleportation array. The demons all cried out, "Holy Ancestor!" Suddenly, a
slit appeared on the Holy Ancestor's scalp. A demon in the back row couldn't help but scream in surprise. The Holy Ancestor suddenly grabbed the two pieces of scalp with both hands
and pulled them apart forcefully. The two pieces of scalp snapped off, revealing an old face underneath. "Who's making
such a fuss here? It seems you don't know me well enough. Tonight, you'll be my bedmate." "No!
Holy Ancestor! Spare me! Spare me..." "Haha!..."
...
"Please, Ancestor of Misty Peak, intervene!" "I'm not here!" " Please, Ancestor of Misty Peak, intervene!" "Don't force me, you old bald donkey! 　　Is it meaningful
to say the same thing hundreds or thousands of times ?" 　　 "Please, Ancestor of Misty Peak, intervene!" "I told you, those little insects are meaningless." 　　 "For the sake of all living beings, please, Ancestor of Misty Peak, intervene!" "Survival of the fittest, this is 　　the way of Heaven. The little insect defeated the little insect, this is the way of Heaven." 　　 "With my sword in hand, I can shatter the Heavenly Dao! Please, Ancestor, make your move!" "I have no interest in playing slash-and- 　　kill games with these little bugs." 　　 "Bi Fugui self-destructed his Xuan Tie Giant Sword, killing one; the Daoist sect used all its treasures to trap another; 　　over 40% of our fellow disciples were killed or injured—Golden Core cultivators, over 30%—and several Integration cultivators. If I'm not mistaken, 　　even more powerful experts from the opposing side will surely arrive today. They possess immortality and lightning speed; those below the Hehuan realm cannot 　　withstand a single round. Please, Ancestor, make your move!" 　　 "Little bald head, I knew you weren't a good person when you were a child. Even at such a young age, you have such a stubborn look, 　　and you're always with a donkey. How could this bald donkey not succeed?" 　　 "I want to make a bet with you… If I lose, I'll turn around and leave; otherwise, I won't leave until 　　you agree." "I heard you've never lost a bet in the last hundred years. Interesting. Then I'll bet with you. 　　Guess how many women I've liked? An odd number or an even number?" 　　 “I think it should be…” “Wait! You know so much about me, why are you asking me instead of guessing? 　　” 　　 “Guess how many penises I have down there? Odd or even?”

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