【Ancestor of Hehuan】(04)

Chapter Four: The Spirit World
Zhang Fan dared not be careless. These five people stood there unchallenged,
indicating they were all highly skilled cultivators. Even with Zhang Fan's fifth-level Meridian Opening cultivation, he couldn't discern their cultivation levels, meaning they were at least at the sixth level or
higher. Only a cultivation level more than one level higher could make it impossible to discern someone's level.
With a thought, a small, emerald-green umbrella appeared in his hand, spinning rapidly in his palm. As
true essence flowed into the umbrella, it suddenly expanded, protecting Zhang Fan inside.
Dozens of crisp clanging sounds rang out as the small arrows collided with the umbrella, creating intense sparks.
Although Zhang Fan retreated continuously, the umbrella remained unbroken.
"Eh!"
The sinister man frowned in surprise, clearly taken aback. He gave Zhang Fan a meaningful look and
said, "You are qualified to stand here." With that, he closed his fan, sending dozens of golden arrows flying back. He took
two steps back and ceased his attack.
Zhang Fan's face was slightly pale. He had already lost a third of his true essence when he arrived here, and the small
umbrella he used for defense had consumed the remaining half. Therefore, his current true essence was only one-sixth of its peak,
a very dangerous critical state.
Only when a cultivator reaches the state of complete mastery can their true essence be transformed into magical power, endlessly replenished.
Zhang Fan silently circulated his family's cultivation method, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to secretly recover his true essence.
After the evil-looking man made his move, the others seemed to tacitly acknowledge Zhang Fan's presence. The six remained silent, none
knowing what the others were thinking.
About an incense stick's time later, another ordinary-looking male cultivator stumbled in. He
was covered in blood, his Taoist robes torn in many places, and his face was pale, clearly having endured a fierce battle.
However, before he could even catch his breath, the evil-looking man stepped forward again. Zhang Fan felt a chill, thinking:
"This guy won't be like the last one, will he?"
He had guessed correctly. The man lightly waved his folding fan and laughed loudly, "Boy, let me see if you're qualified
to stand here!"
He then used the same tactic again, sending dozens of small golden arrows flying towards the man. Anger flashed across the man's face
, but it quickly turned to terror, as the arrows easily pierced his shield. Dozens of arrows
passed through his body one after another, and his eyes gradually lost their light as he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"Hmph! Shameless!"
It was the pink-clad woman who called herself the daughter of the Cangzhou swordsman. She looked at the wicked man with disdain,
furious at his behavior.
The sinister-looking man sneered, "If I don't kill him, won't everyone rush here? Then
a chaotic battle will break out, and even though our cultivation is much higher than others, we'll easily suffer casualties. I'm destined
to become a Grandmaster; I can't waste my life here."
"You!" the woman in pink scoffed. "If you can become a Grandmaster, then every cultivator in the world can become
a Grandmaster!"
A Grandmaster refers to a highly skilled individual who can move freely across the land, generally a peerless figure at the Tongxuan realm
or a few at the peak of the Tongling realm. However, figures at the Tongxuan level are extremely rare, and even among
Tongling experts who can be called Grandmasters, there are probably no more than ten in this world.
And there are countless cultivators; only one in millions can achieve such a feat. Therefore, the woman in pink laughed at his arrogance
.
"How can a sparrow know the ambitions of a swan!" The sinister-looking man shifted his gaze from the woman in pink's face, looking straight ahead,
infuriating her.
During the argument, two more men stumbled over. Before the sinister-looking
man could speak, one of the cultivators looked up and exclaimed, "It's Yan Jingfeng!" Without a word, he turned
and ran, several times faster than he had come.
Yan Jingfeng thought, "This guy's got some sense; saves me from wasting my true energy." He then
looked at the other man who hadn't retreated and casually said, "Boy, are you going to kill yourself, or should I do it?"
The man, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, and a burly build, glared at him and retorted, "Yan Jingfeng, others fear you like a tiger,
but I see you as a pig or a dog. You want me to kill myself? I'll kill you first!"
The man roared to the sky, pounding his chest, his skin throbbing with blood, like a roasted lobster
.
Still not satisfied, he pulled out a green pill from somewhere and popped it into his mouth. A strange change occurred
.
Boom!
Thick smoke billowed from where the man had stood, obscuring his figure. But in the blink
of an eye, a gigantic figure emerged from the smoke.
Before everyone's eyes, a monster with a green body, exposed veins, and terrifying muscles appeared.
"
The Hulk?" Zhang Fan stared in disbelief. This monster was clearly much smaller than the Hulk
, but its power was uncertain.
Yan Jingfeng's eyes showed a hint of caution, but he sneered, "No matter how many transformations you possess,
I will still cut you down!"
The
"Hulk," its eyes filled with intense killing intent, stared at Yan Jingfeng with fist-sized eyes and strode towards him
.
Yan Jingfeng remained calm, opening his folding fan and unleashing dozens of small golden arrows at the Hulk. The Hulk neither dodged nor evaded
; only the clanging of metal against metal could be heard. A few white spots appeared on the Hulk's body, his steps slightly slowed
, but he continued walking towards Yan Jingfeng.
Yan Jingfeng's face immediately darkened. The folding fan-shaped weapon was a precious mid-grade magic artifact; he had used
it to slay countless enemies, yet now he couldn't even harm his opponent. Could the opponent be
a cultivator at the Body Refinement level?
And indeed, his guess was almost correct. This male cultivator was a core disciple of the Qi Kingdom's Body Refinement Sect, known for his
volatile temper. He had come to Yan Kingdom to visit relatives but was unfortunately captured by the Old Demon. Already harboring resentment,
he was further provoked by Yan Jingfeng, leading him to recklessly consume the sect's Blood-Increasing Pills. His cultivation, originally at the sixth level of the Meridian Opening stage,
suddenly reached the peak of the Meridian Opening stage, approaching the Body Refinement level. However, the price is loss of mental clarity, and after use...
Completely weak and with significant aftereffects, it's not something most people would dare use lightly, though it might not be so
effective against someone with a strange temper. Yan Jingfeng dared not let the Hulk approach 　　.
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and a
small, crystal-clear bow radiating spiritual energy appeared in his hand. He drew back the bowstring, and as it slowly pulled back, a dangerous red light gradually formed. 　　The Hulk became agitated, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Yan Jingfeng. Yan Jingfeng roared, the bowstring slipped from 　　his grasp, and everyone saw a flash of red light before the Hulk stood motionless. With a soft "poof," 　　spurts of blood erupted from his back, and he collapsed to the ground, never to rise again. 　　Yan Jingfeng caressed his powerful weapon as if it were a lover, completely ignoring the 　　wary gazes of the crowd. After recovering briefly, he leisurely searched the Hulk's body, 　　taking everything useful. 　　Zhang Fan thought to himself, "This weapon is incredibly powerful. If it can be used continuously, 　　it could probably kill even a cultivator at the Transformation Realm. But judging from his expression, he seems to be expending a lot of energy; otherwise, it would be difficult to handle." 　　There's a saying in the cultivation world: "Low-level cultivators rely on magical artifacts, high-level cultivators rely on their cultivation level. 　　" When cultivation is low, the quality of the weapon is a decisive factor, which explains why everyone is so wary. 　　As everyone's thoughts raced, a point of light suddenly appeared in the sky. Within a few breaths, the entire area became 　　exceptionally bright, and the playful crowd stopped. 　　They knew the decisive moment had arrived. 　　The figure of the Soul-Hooking Ancestor slowly condensed in the air. The Soul-Hooking Ancestor indifferently swept his gaze downwards, and everyone 　　lowered their heads, not daring to provoke the old demon's brow. 　　The Soul-Hooking Ancestor nodded in satisfaction and said, "You are all extremely fortunate to have entered my Spirit 　　World. Hehe, the five who survive in the Spirit World will become my disciples." 　　With that, he stretched out his hand and sucked away the corpses of the few dead cultivators in the room. They 　　were quickly drained. The Soul-Hooking Ancestor frowned, clearly dissatisfied. 　　Zhang Fan was very interested in the Spirit World the old demon spoke of. He noticed that when the old demon mentioned the Spirit World, most 　　people in the room looked blank. Only Ouyang Xu and the pink-clad woman who claimed to be the daughter of the Cangzhou Swordsman showed 　　expressions of horror. Before he could think further, everything went black, and his body seemed to float away. 　　When Zhang Fan regained consciousness, he found himself in a forest. 　　A forest? Zhang Fan immediately became cautious. This wasn't Earth, and the jungle wasn't infested with tigers or monkeys 　　, but with demonic beasts that could terrify cultivators. He gripped three silver throwing knives in his left hand and pinched several 　　low-level defensive talismans in his right, feeling somewhat safer. He then mustered his courage and ventured deeper into the jungle. 　　The journey was indeed fraught with danger. Zhang Fan encountered several attacks from demonic beasts, but fortunately, most 　　were only at the third or fourth level of the Meridian Opening stage, with the occasional one at the fifth or sixth level. Relying on his mid-grade magic 　　weapon, the silver dagger, Zhang Fan managed to escape unscathed. 　　Along the way, Zhang Fan considered many things. Clearly, there were even greater dangers deeper in the jungle. The Old Demon hadn't 　　brought them here for a vacation, and compared to demonic beasts, cultivators were far more dangerous. He hadn't encountered a single cultivator yet, 　　but that didn't mean he wouldn't in the future. 　　Only five cultivators could survive to the end. For his own life, he might have to go on a killing spree. 　　Thinking of this, a sinister glint flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes. 　　The Zhang Fan of this world was a spoiled brat who didn't care about human life, while the Zhang Fan from Earth, although 　　his consciousness was dominant, was also greatly influenced by the other party's memories, and didn't have much aversion to killing. 　　After walking in the jungle for about two hours, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped, straining his ears as if trying to listen to something. 　　He could vaguely hear the screams of a female cultivator and the lewd laughter of a male cultivator ahead. Zhang Fan took a deep breath and slowly 　　walked forward, trying not to make a sound. 　　"Yan Jingfeng, what do you want to do? My father won't let you go!" 　　"Haha, your father? So what if your father is here? Can he rescue you from the hands of the Soul-Hooking Ancestor 　　? Save it! Serve me well, and I might let you go if I'm in a good mood. Then we can all become 　　disciples of the Soul-Hooking Ancestor, wouldn't that be great?" 　　Next came the sound of clothes tearing and a woman's scream. 　　Zhang Fan secretly hid under a bush and saw the scene unfolding through the gaps in the grass and trees. 　　The woman in pink, claiming to be the daughter of the Cangzhou Swordsman, lay limp on the ground, weakly waving her hands to hit the male cultivator who was lying on top of her. 　　The male cultivator, with a wicked look on his face, was none other than Yan Jingfeng, the same man who had tested Zhang Fan earlier. 　　Yan Jingfeng leered, "You're quite an idiot. You didn't even check the food someone gave you before eating it . 　　Heh, even if I let you go today, you'll still fall victim to someone else's cruelty one day 　　. I really don't know how that old dog, the Cangzhou Swordsman, raised such an idiotic daughter." 　　As he spoke, he tore open the woman's top, revealing a pink undergarment. A green glint 　　flashed in Yan Jingfeng's eyes, and he began to knead the woman's undergarment forcefully. The woman's breasts were unusually large, and even through 　　the undergarment, they still changed shape very clearly under the man's hands. 　　The woman in pink, insulted, angrily retorted, "You're not allowed to insult my father! You're the old dog!" 　　Zhang Fan, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but find it amusing. He didn't know whether to call this woman filial or an idiot; 　　even now, she was still concerned about someone insulting her father. 　　Yan Jingfeng, clearly unsatisfied with the previous progress, forcefully tore open the female cultivator's bodice. Instantly, a pair of enormous 　　, snow-white breasts sprang out, swaying gently, each nipple a delicate rosy hue, like a delicious 　　cherry. Yan Jingfeng froze, clearly stunned by the magnificent sight. However, his hands quickly reached for 　　the female cultivator's breasts, kneading them vigorously, and he exclaimed, "I didn't expect you to be so small 　　yet have such big breasts! I've never seen many female cultivators with bigger breasts than you!" 　　Just then, the woman in pink did something that Yan Jingfeng and Zhang Fan never expected. She covered her face with her hands and 　　loudly protested, "I'm not big! I'm not big at all! Waaah, I'm not a big-breasted girl!" 　　As she spoke, she began to sob softly. 　　This completely stunned Zhang Fan. This was too much! She was about to be raped and still cared about her...

"Are your breasts big?" Yan Jingfeng was also taken aback, involuntarily stopping what he was doing. However, he then
revealed a wicked smile, his eyes becoming exceptionally excited.
"Your breasts are so big, how dare you say you're not a big-breasted girl?"
"I, Yan Jingfeng, have slept with dozens, if not hundreds, of female cultivators. Of all those female cultivators, your breasts are the biggest."
"These breasts, this size, are almost as big as a cow's!"
Yan Jingfeng excitedly provoked the pink-clad woman with his words while kneading her breasts. The pink-clad
woman was both ashamed and angry, crying and screaming, but could only weakly pound Yan Jingfeng's chest with her hands.
After kneading for a while, the woman's breasts were already red from being kneaded, and Yan Jingfeng finally stopped, his lewd
eyes sweeping over the woman's body. Seeing Yan Jingfeng stop, a glimmer of
hope rose in the female cultivator's heart. She trembled and said, "If you just let me go, I'll agree to anything..."
"Is that so?" Yan Jingfeng's eyes darted around. "I only have one request."
The female cultivator's eyes lit up: "What request? Magical artifacts, spiritual weapons, advanced cultivation techniques—my father can satisfy all your needs!"
"None of those." Yan Jingfeng looked with satisfaction at the increasingly desperate look in the female cultivator's eyes: "I just want to kill you! Hahaha
!"
With that, the pink-clad female cultivator's long skirt was completely torn open, revealing a thin pink underpants,
slightly damp. Ignoring the female cultivator's terrified gaze, Yan Jingfeng's right hand slowly but firmly
moved towards the underpants.
Zhang Fan, hiding to the side, shook his head helplessly. This female cultivator was truly naive. Since he knew her father
was the famous Cangzhou Swordsman, how could Yan Jingfeng possibly let her go? Everything before was just to see the female
cultivator's hope turn to despair. This Yan Jingfeng was quite perverted.
A large, burning hand covered the female cultivator's cool underpants. Yan Jingfeng moved his middle finger, slowly
pressing it against the obvious bulge in the center of the underpants. The soft, moist sensation almost made Yan Jingfeng lose control, but he immediately
suppressed his rising lust and gently caressed the center of the underpants with his middle finger.
Xie Ling'er was utterly desperate at this moment. She bit her lip tightly, tears streaming
down her cheeks. From childhood, she had always been her father's darling, and everyone around her had always doted on her. When had she ever suffered
such humiliation? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. However, with the various movements of the other man's finger, her body
slowly relaxed from its initial tension. Then, a strange feeling she had never experienced before came from her lower body, growing stronger and stronger,
making her increasingly panicked.
"Mmm!" Finally, she couldn't help but let out a shy moan. The sound was so charming that
even Zhang Fan, who was some distance away, suddenly felt a surge of lust. Yan Jingfeng's eyes turned bloodshot. He then
pinched Xie Ling'er's underpants with his fingers and ripped them off with a "rip." With the last barrier gone, Xie Ling'er
's mysterious lower body was directly exposed to him.
Below her flat, smooth abdomen was a sparse patch of hair, and beneath that, pink petals
were faintly visible to Yan Jingfeng. The petals were covered in transparent, sticky nectar, some of which even dripped
onto the edge of Xie Ling'er's lovely anus.
Yan Jingfeng smacked his lips in admiration a few times, then suddenly grabbed Xie Ling'er's snow-white thighs, flipped her over
, and made her lie on the ground like a dog, her buttocks raised high. Xie Ling'er almost fainted. The fact that
her lower body was already wet was enough to make her feel utterly ashamed and indignant; now, being put in such a lewd position, if there were
a rope, she would have hanged herself without hesitation.
Little did she know how much influence she believed a lewd appearance had on men. At that moment, what met Yan Jingfeng's
eyes was a snow-white buttock like the moon, its flesh flawless, the sexy cleft in the middle driving him
mad. The pink vulva and adorable anus were clearly prominent, the red and white contrasting beautifully, utterly lascivious
. And with the buttocks directly facing Zhang Fan's gaze, his lower body immediately reacted,
creating a high tent in his clothes… Yan Jingfeng couldn't help but swallow, slowly bending down, his hands
grasping the other's small yet pert buttocks, kneading them left and right, up and down. Amid Xie Ling'er's cries,
something soft and warm pressed against her vulva, sliding skillfully.
Xie Ling'er's cries abruptly ceased. Even the most naive person could guess what it was. "No!"
she cried, frantically twisting her hips with all her might, but Yan Jingfeng's large hands firmly restrained her violent
movements. Then, his lips pressed against hers, desperately sucking at her sweet nectar.
In the silent forest, sunlight filtered sparsely through the leaves. A petite, large-breasted
girl knelt on the ground, her hands supporting her weight, her buttocks raised high. Behind her, a male cultivator's head
moved back and forth on her buttocks, accompanied by continuous 'sucking' sounds, creating an incredibly lewd
scene.
After a while, Yan Jingfeng slowly raised himself, wiping his lips, which were covered in nectar. Then, he unbuttoned
his lower garment, revealing a seven-inch (one inch is three centimeters, a length often exceeding that of ordinary cultivators) erect penis
.
A burning hot penis pressed against the woman's vulva, but it didn't rush in. Instead,
it rubbed back and forth against her vulva, the scarlet glans radiating an astonishing heat. Once the glans was covered in her vaginal fluids, it slowly parted
the woman's small labia and inching its way in.
Exhausted, Xie Ling'er had no strength left to resist. She stared blankly at the ground, her mind
a jumbled mess.
Zhang Fan, too, was engaged in a fierce internal struggle. The other man was about to deflower Xie Ling'er;
should he save her or not
?

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