A beautiful woman through the ages

"In the woods, by the dirt road, the grass stretches to the sky; at the ends of the earth, at the corners of the sea, watch me wield my whip..." A lewd melody rang in Feng Jue's ears as he looked at the girl kneeling before him. He gently pulled her up, saying, "Come with me," and walked straight into the depths of the dense forest.
After a while, the two arrived at a small lake, about ten feet in diameter. The clear moonlight scattered across the water, creating a warm glow. The lakebed was dotted with colorful pebbles, adding to the wild charm.
"Huan'er, go wash up," Feng Jue said with a smile, looking at the girl whose alluring body was encased in black night clothes.
Hearing this, the girl blushed slightly but nodded obediently, shyly turning her back and gently beginning to untie her belt. With a rustling sound, a silk robe slipped gently to the ground, revealing the girl's noble body. She was completely naked underneath, and the moonlight flowed across her smooth, jade-like back, making her body seem to glow. As Feng Jue stared blankly at the alluring figure, the girl gently stepped into the water, turning back to call out, "Huan'er is ready. Please bathe with me, Master."
Seeing the girl's slightly shy and sorrowful gaze, so different from her usual stubbornness, Feng Jue felt a pang of heartache. He quickly removed his clothes and entered the pool. Stimulated by the cool water, he reached out and embraced the girl's soft body, looking at her flushed face, and said earnestly, "I admire your courage, Huan'er. I considered many possibilities, but I never imagined you would make this choice."
Hearing the young man's words, Mu Huanhua tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I don't know why either. I just feel that Master can be trusted. No matter how Master treats me, it's better than marrying into the Qin Marquis's mansion." She smiled playfully, "From now on, Huan'er belongs to Master. Master must protect Huan'er well." The slightly sorrowful girl turned back and smiled, like a water lily blooming, breathtakingly beautiful.
He kissed the girl's lips fiercely, his hands caressing her slightly immature yet smooth and silky breasts. Feng Jue cast aside all his worries about the future, wanting only to enjoy this stunningly beautiful girl who was shy only for him.
Feeling the shivers as his fingers traced her back, savoring the fullness of her buttocks as he gripped them, Feng Jue pressed the girl against the bank, his body covering her vibrant form, savoring her playful pink tongue. The girl's hands tightly clung to Feng Jue's neck, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Lubricated by the cool pool water, they enjoyed the pleasure and ecstasy their bodies shared
. Although he had already ravaged Mu Huanhua several times, Feng Jue had never experienced such exquisite sensations. With the girl's open and cooperative nature, every friction, every kiss, brought him unparalleled satisfaction. Finally possessing his first woman, Feng Jue was incredibly excited. Feeling the lubrication of her lower body, he thrust his penis deep into her.
A mournful cry, the dividing line between girlhood and womanhood, echoed in the night. Feng Jue stopped moving, gently teasing the girl's nipples and licking her earlobe to soothe her recent pain. Feeling her tenderness, the girl wrapped her arms around his neck and cried out in a deep, resonant voice, "Master..."
Sensing that the girl was ready, Feng Jue increased his speed, slowly accelerating his thrusts. With Feng Jue's movements, the girl instinctively swayed her hips, matching the man's entry and exit. "Ah ah!" The girl's cries were soft and suppressed, as shy as the blush on her face. Seeing her shy appearance, Feng Jue smiled wickedly and thrust forcefully. Each time Feng Jue's penis entered and hit the girl's pubic bone, she would cry out. The point where their genitals met made a "splashing" sound, and specks of blood mixed with her vaginal fluids mingled with the water on her smooth buttocks, creating a faint crimson ripple.
Feng Jue lowered his head, thrusting in and out while passionately kissing her. Hearing the girl's increasingly loud cries, Feng Jue asked, "Huan'er, is it good?" The girl, enjoying the man's penetration, replied, "Master...it feels so...strange...I...I feel so strange." Feng Jue, seeing the girl's increasingly dazed expression, continued to thrust into her vigorously, "I'll make you fly to heaven soon."
The sounds of slapping continued, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes melodious, sometimes alluring. Seeing the girl beneath him about to climax, Feng Jue seemed to lose control, increasing the speed of his thrusts. In a flurry of slapping sounds, both of them simultaneously offered their essence.
The essence of the young man and woman mingled and collided within their bodies, their spirits and flesh uniting and sublimating, both reaching a state of complete absorption. At this moment, a surge of Yuan energy suddenly appeared within Feng Jue's primordial spirit, rushing into the girl's body. Carrying the power of Yuan essence, it circulated through both of their bodies, releasing wisps of Yuan energy that merged with their physical forms before finally returning to Feng Jue's primordial spirit. Feng Jue felt a sudden surge of information within his primordial spirit, his head feeling as if it were about to split open. He only managed to see the two large characters "Xuanyuan" before collapsing onto the girl.
At dawn, Feng Jue opened his eyes and saw Mu Huanhua staring intently at his face, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"Huan'er, how long have I been unconscious?" "Master... last night, I collapsed onto Huan'er, and I've been unconscious ever since."
Mu Huanhua stammered, as if Feng Jue's collapse was because of her. Composing himself, Feng Jue began to process the information transmitted from his primordial spirit.
Haotian is dead, the Azure Heaven shall rise, the Human Emperor has withdrawn from the world, the fate of the clan will be forever sealed. In the ancient times, when our ancestors lived, the swamps and mountains were vast and magnificent. Demons and mythical beasts roamed freely, and the human race, led by the Yellow Emperor, rose from humble beginnings, vanquishing demons and monsters, slaying beasts and suppressing dragons, weakening the demon and beast races. However, heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and isolated yang cannot last. The human race, dominating the world's fortune, waged a great war for many years, shattering the void and causing the dissipation of vital energy. As the environment changed, the great masters of various races went into seclusion, the war of emperors ended forever, the way of the king declined, and the way of the tyrant rose. The lineage of the Yellow Emperor was unwilling to perish, leaving behind a legacy, hoping to rise again when the fortune of heaven and earth changed. However, over thousands of years, this legacy gradually dissipated, eventually evolving into the Medicine King Sect. The Yellow Emperor's legacy originated from the ancient times, emphasizing the balance of yin and yang, the dual cultivation of body and mind, and the integration of essence, energy, and spirit. However, due to the dissipation of vital energy, it gradually degenerated into the evil art of replenishing yang by absorbing yin, which was despised by the world and gradually declined. The lineage of the Yellow Emperor also fell into decline.
Feng Jue opened his eyes, feeling his body brimming with Yuan energy. The hidden injuries to his primordial spirit were gradually healing, and a powerful feeling he had never experienced before surged into his heart, as if there were no opponents in the world. The Xuanyuan inheritance was profound and extensive, and he could not fully comprehend it at the moment. However, judging from the part he had comprehended, the cultivation methods on this continent were indeed incredibly rudimentary. Although he had only just begun to grasp the basics of the Xuanyuan inheritance, with the support of such abundant heaven and earth Yuan energy, he could be considered unparalleled in the world. Thinking of this, he was filled with pride, and his previous anxieties and fears vanished into thin air. Seeing Mu Huanhua's worried expression, Feng Jue smiled gently and said, "Huan'er, we should go out for a stroll!"
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"Wearing a green bamboo hat and a green raincoat, I need not return in the slanting wind and fine rain." The carefree singing voice drifted with the raindrops in the dim world, complementing the pattering sound of the raindrops hitting the willow leaves. A driverless carriage leisurely sped along the main road. The dim light, the drizzling rain, and the embroidered carriage created a scene reminiscent of a delicate ink painting. Contrasting with the cool breeze and the impressionistic ink painting outside, the interior was a scene of passionate eroticism. A man in blue robes, naked from the waist down, sat with his legs spread, leaning against a pillow. A beautiful woman in fine clothes knelt obediently before him, her pink, tender tongue gently licking his glans. The girl's clothes were half-undone, her hair disheveled, revealing her budding breasts and soft, pink buttocks, which the man gently caressed. "The area around and in the middle of the glans is a man's sensitive area; pay special attention to it," the man whispered, pointing. "Mmm...
mmm," the girl responded softly, her lips and tongue working even more diligently according to the man's demands.
The two were Feng Jue and Mu Huanhua. More than half a month had passed since Mu Huanhua lost her virginity. Within that half month, Feng Jue had mastered the Xuanyuan inherited techniques and secret arts, while Mu Huanhua, nurtured by Feng Jue's dual cultivation techniques, had made rapid progress, reaching the fifth rank of martial artist. After confirming his safety, Feng Jue wanted to travel the continent and experience the exotic customs, so he asked Mu Huanhua to ask her parents to let her study at the Imperial Hua Academy in the capital, while Feng Jue accompanied a servant boy. Mu Ziqiu was both surprised and delighted to see his youngest daughter break through to the fifth rank. Although he was not entirely satisfied with his youngest daughter traveling with a man, he readily agreed at Mu Huanhua's request, and so the two embarked on their journey to study.
The power structure of the Eastern Continent is not as complex as that of the Western Continent. It is divided into ten ranks based solely on the strength of internal energy. Ranks one to three are considered low-level martial artists, ranks four to six are mid-level, ranks seven to nine are high-level, and ranks nine and above are not further divided; they are collectively referred to as titled martial artists. Of course, this division only considers the strength of internal energy, not combat skills. Therefore, there are often differences in strength within the same rank, and even battles between ranks are common, though many martial arts techniques are not strong enough to be practiced. Mu Huanhua, at the age of 16, entered the fifth rank of martial artist; while not the absolute best, she is certainly one in a million.
"Huan'er, sit on it yourself," Feng Jue said, stroking the girl's head and ordering her around. Mu Huanhua rolled her eyes at him and said, "You bad master, so lazy, always making me do it myself." Feng Jue laughed, "If you move, I'm afraid you can't handle it. How about I do it?" Mu Huanhua said urgently, "No, no, Huan'er will do it herself." Saying that, she stood up, lifted her skirt, and slowly sat down on her snow-white, pink bottom.
Watching his penis slowly penetrate the girl's vagina, feeling the warm, smooth sensation of her tight vagina gripping his penis, Feng Jue reached out and grasped her peach-shaped breasts, gently kneading them. The girl supported herself on Feng Jue's chest with both hands, her buttocks rising and falling, moaning softly.
"Huan'er, what about the eight kings and thirty-six marquises of the Eastern Continent that you mentioned last time?" Enjoying the girl's gentle service, Feng Jue asked with interest about the situation on the continent.
"Master, we...we, the Eastern Continent...are divided into nine provinces." The girl, under Feng Jue's manipulation, explained haltingly.
The Li family of the Hua Dynasty was originally a martial arts family. During the chaos of the world, they joined forces with eight other powerful families to stabilize the situation. After becoming emperor, the Li family established their capital in Tianzhou, commanding the world and enfeoffing the other eight families as kings, each governing a province, with hereditary titles. The Thirty-Six Marquises were titles contested by powerful tribes within the nine provinces, fought every ten years. Those who obtained the titles received royal fiefdoms, abundant rewards, and control over a city. The Mu family's previous request for aid from Marquis Qin was due to their perilous situation in the struggle for the marquises' titles, leaving them with no other choice.
Hearing the woman's intermittent yet clear and melodious voice on top of him, Feng Jue straightened up, flipped the girl over, and slapped her buttocks hard, teasingly saying, "Little Huan'er, you're not speaking clearly, Master will punish you." He then began to thrust forcefully, his firm abdominal muscles slapping against the girl's full buttocks, the touch incredibly soft. Feng Jue gripped the girl's slender waist with both hands, pounding into her like a pile driver.
"Ah!...Master, Master...man, so hard...so good!" the girl cried out ecstatically, her voice drifting out of the carriage, mingling with the rain, adding a touch of liveliness to the gloomy sky. While thrusting, Feng Jue lowered his head to lick the girl's smooth back, his hand playing with her clitoris, stimulating her to tremble. Suddenly, a deafening thunderclap shook the heavens and earth. With the thunder, Feng Jue unleashed his final, devastating strike. He watched as the girl's back tightened, she let out a long whimper, and collapsed to the ground. Feng Jue released her and walked to the carriage.
The tall, swift horse, under Feng Jue's divine control, galloped peacefully and leisurely along the road, unfazed by the thunder. Feng Jue looked up at the dark clouds, letting the raindrops pelt his face and body. He let out a long, resonant roar that echoed through the heavens and earth, as if expressing the joy of his rebirth. According to the records of the Xuanyuan inheritance, the initial formation of the primordial spirit was already considered entering the inner sanctum, stepping into the innate realm. Next, one must reach the state of oneness with heaven and man, and only then can one shatter the void. Perhaps only when he reached the state of shattering the void would he discover the secret of his transmigration.
Suddenly, lightning flashed again on the horizon. Feng Jue's heart stirred; he reached out and, guided by his primordial spirit, drew the falling lightning into his hand. Watching the lightning ball gradually form in his hand, streaks of lightning danced like dragons, seemingly about to burst forth. Following the ancient art of weapon forging, Feng Jue separated his hands, his ten fingers moving in a circular motion, dividing the ball into twelve smaller ones. He then channeled his inner fire into each ball, refining them one by one, slowly forming twelve smooth, warm, and shimmering lightning beads. With a gentle pull of his hands, the twelve lightning beads formed an elegantly shaped bracelet, lying quietly in Feng Jue's hand.
He entered the carriage and gently placed the bracelet on the wrist of the unconscious Mu Huanhua. These lightning beads contained the power of heavenly lightning and the power of the Great Dao infused by Feng Jue. Once detonated, it was likely that no one below the rank of titled martial artist would be able to escape unscathed. Even titled martial artists would be caught off guard and thrown into disarray. Leaving them for Mu Huanhua to use as a self-defense weapon was indeed a valuable asset.
Sitting quietly on the carriage shaft, Feng Jue felt a pang of melancholy. Since arriving in this world, he had lived in constant fear
, as if walking on thin ice. After awakening the Xuanyuan inheritance, although his strength had greatly increased and he had gained the secrets of shattering the void, he didn't know what to do next. To dominate the world? He had no such ambition. To strive to return to his original world? That might not be so easy. Even if he could shatter the void, how could he know if the past world was truly his original one? Now, although he possessed unparalleled skills, he felt a profound sense of illusion. Perhaps one day he would suddenly discover that he was merely a butterfly in a dream, or perhaps a puppet of the Creator! Looking back at the stunningly beautiful woman sleeping soundly in the carriage, he finally felt a little relieved. Thankfully, there was Huan'er, who brought him some peace of mind. No matter what the future held, at least he was happy now, and that was enough.
Lost in thought, Feng Jue let his horse run wild until the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed. Only then did he come to his senses, gently parking the carriage by the roadside and heading towards a dense forest ten miles away, as he had perceived in his divine sense. It was time for a meal!
When Feng Jue returned to the carriage carrying four rabbits and three pheasants, Mu Huanhua had already woken up and was anxiously looking around from the carriage shaft. Seeing Feng Jue return, she quickly jumped down to greet him, taking his arm with both hands and saying affectionately, "Master, where did you go?" "
I was looking for food for Huan'er! How could I bear to let my darling go hungry?" Feng Jue said with a smile.
Women in love are all fools. Seeing the girl's excited face, Feng Jue gently put down the prey and asked Mu Huanhua to go find some firewood. Watching the girl leave excitedly, Feng Jue skillfully skinned and cleaned the prey with his water magic, waiting for the girl to return with the firewood.
"Magic is such a wonderful thing. Not only is it safe and comfortable, but it's also environmentally friendly," Feng Jue thought to himself happily. "If this thing existed in the previous world, there would definitely be no need for things like A-Parker Blue." Thinking back to the 829th A-Parker event, it was truly unbearable to recall. The
crackling firewood roasted the rabbit and pheasant. Feng Jue took out some seasonings he had found in the forest some time ago, similar to cumin and pepper, and gently sprinkled them on. Looking at the girl sitting by the fire with her knees drawn up, her big, watery eyes fixed on the golden-brown food, Feng Jue smiled smugly. The food in this world was as crude as the martial arts; perhaps people's excessive worship of power had led them to neglect many details of daily life.
Watching Mu Huanhua tear off a piece of rabbit meat and gently put it in her mouth, Feng Jue felt a surge of joy and laughed, "Poor little Huan'er, be careful not to swallow your tongue!"
The girl's big eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she said adorably, "Master is a bad guy, Huan'er won't swallow her tongue! Look how politely Huan'er eats." She then tore off another piece of meat and put it in her mouth.
Since following Feng Jue, the girl seemed to have emerged from the shadows of the Qin Marquis's mansion, becoming increasingly lively, brimming with youth and vitality, filling Feng Jue's heart with sunshine.
"Huan'er, next time you pass through a town, remember to buy some wine to take in the carriage. Without wine to celebrate, the fun is a bit less enjoyable."
"Okay," the girl nodded obediently, still bowing her head politely but quickly devouring the rabbit meat.
"Greedy little devil," Feng Jue scolded with a laugh.
Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice rang out, "Good wine, isn't it? I have another sip here; I wonder if the little one would like it!" With that, an elderly man in black robes appeared before the two. The old man looked to be over seventy, tall and slender, with shoulder-length white hair and a flowing white beard. Standing there, he seemed otherworldly.
Seeing the suddenly appearing old man, Mu Huanhua exclaimed in surprise, "Grandpa, you're amazing! You appeared in a flash! I didn't even notice how you got here!"
The old man looked at the girl and exclaimed in surprise, "Little girl, you're quite impressive! Reaching the fifth rank at only fifteen or sixteen, whose child are you?"
Feng Jue was also amazed by the old man's agility. Although he hadn't consciously monitored him with his primordial spirit, the fact that the old man could appear silently around him was a testament to his exceptional skill. Seeing the old man ask about Mu Huanhua's family background, he smiled and replied, "Old man, meeting is fate, why ask so many questions? Please sit down."
The old man looked at Feng Jue, sat cross-legged, and laughed, "You little brat, you don't possess a trace of martial arts, yet your demeanor is quite composed. Meeting two interesting little brats in one day, how amusing! Come, try this old man's fine wine."
He then took out a gourd from his person and handed it to Feng Jue.
Feng Jue pulled out the stopper, and a rich aroma wafted out, mixed with a hint of medicinal fragrance. He couldn't help but laugh, "Old man, you're quite generous with this fine wine, thank you." He then took out a cup, poured a small cup for Mu Huanhua, poured a large bowl for himself, and handed the gourd to the old man. He turned back to the girl and instructed, "Huan'er, don't drink too fast, this wine is very intoxicating."
The old man smiled at Feng Jue and said, "Young brother, you have discerning eyes. Do you recognize this old man's wine?"
Feng Jue smiled without answering, reached out and picked a pheasant, handing it to the old man, saying, "Old man, try this chicken, it tastes quite good." He then took a big gulp.
The old man watched Feng Jue drinking as if nothing had happened and laughed heartily, "Interesting, interesting, this little boy is getting more and more interesting!"
Mu Huanhua looked at the old man laughing and asked curiously, "What's so interesting about drinking?" She also took a small sip, only to feel a surge of heat rising from her dantian and rushing to the top of her head. She blushed, stuck out her tongue, and exclaimed, "Brother Feng, this wine is so strange." In front of the old man, she no longer addressed Feng Jue as "master."
Feng Jue laughed, "This is medicinal wine. It can aid in cultivation and increase one's power, so it's normal for it to be a bit strong."
Mu Huanhua stared wide-eyed in surprise, "There's such a wine? I've never heard of it before."
The old man was also surprised, "Little one, you're quite knowledgeable. Have you also studied alchemy?"
Feng Jue replied, "I only know a little bit."
The old man laughed, "It seems we're truly destined to meet. Where are you two little ones headed? Tell this old man, and perhaps I can lend you a hand."
Feng Jue said, "I'm accompanying Huan'er to study at the Imperial Academy, and we're passing through this place."
The old man asked curiously, "The little girl is going to study, but you, little one, don't you need to study?" Feng
Jue said, "Young man, I don't know any martial arts. I'm afraid the Imperial Academy won't accept me."
The old man said, "Who says the Imperial Academy only has martial arts? You little brat, you're really ignorant. Don't you know that this place is also a holy land for alchemy and weapon forging? Perfect, I have a plaque here. I'll give it to you and see if they dare to refuse you."
Saying this, he took out a wooden plaque from his waist and threw it to Feng Jue, laughing, "Little brat, don't lose it. I only have this one."
Saying this, he stood up and laughed, "Today I not only ate a delicious meal but also met two interesting little brats. I'm really happy. You two continue eating. This old man is leaving." Saying this, he picked up the pheasant and disappeared in a flash.
Mu Huanhua asked curiously, "Master, guess who this old man is? His lightness skill is really amazing!"
Feng Jue laughed, "No matter who he is, he is still a top master. Huan'er, drink this cup of wine, and Master will accompany you to practice!" Saying this, a lewd smile appeared on his face.
Mu Huanhua blushed and said angrily, "You wicked master, all you ever think about is this!" But she still obediently drank the wine and accompanied Feng Jue to the carriage.
On the wide road, the crisp sound of galloping hooves, the man's wicked chuckles, and the girl's soft moans drifted over again.
The long road stretched on, her heart filled with joy; a light carriage and swift horses carried her in red bridal attire.
Like duckweed, she had no true friends; Peach Blossom Spring was her home.
Chapter Four: The Imperial
Capital, located in the center of Tianzhou, a prosperous land of the Nine Provinces.
Feng Jue and Mu Huanhua chatted leisurely by the window in the largest restaurant in the capital, "Lou Wai Lou," with four small dishes and a pot of fine wine on the table. Thinking of the massive crowds at the entrance exam and the amusing scene of Mu Huanhua's astonishment at being a fifth-grade martial artist, Feng Jue laughed, "Little Huan'er is now a little genius admired by the entire capital! Congratulations!"
Mu Huanhua's pretty face flushed with shyness, and she protested, "It's all because Brother Feng always makes me...cultivate."
She lowered her head again when she mentioned cultivation, her face almost hidden under the table.
Feng Jue laughed heartily, "What's wrong with cultivation? Just enjoy it, and you'll improve your cultivation. Besides, Huan'er was so happy back then, haha!"
Mu Huanhua's face turned bright red, and she playfully slapped Feng Jue a few times, pouting, "Master, don't say that!"
Despite her shyness, she called him "Master" again.
Looking at Mu Huanhua's shy and beautiful appearance, Feng Jue chuckled, "Little Huan'er, Master suddenly wants to cultivate here. What do you think?"
Mu Huanhua said in surprise in a low voice, "Master, there are so many people here. Let's not do it here. How about we go to the inn? At worst, I... I... I'll let you do that."
While admiring the little woman's demeanor, Feng Jue said seriously, "But Master just wants to do it here. Do you agree?" Seeing the girl's tears welling up, he continued, "Huan'er can cover her eyes and face with a handkerchief so no one can see her. How about that?"
"You bad master!" The girl couldn't resist Feng Jue's request. She glared at him shyly and angrily.
Feng Jue said, "Come on, go under the table first. Master will give you a lollipop. Oh, and you have to show your skirt so everyone can see your little bottom." Although she had asked several times and still didn't understand what a lollipop was, the girl still shyly lifted her skirt, sticking out her beautiful and plump little bottom, crawled under the table, and took Feng Jue's penis into her mouth.
Feng Jue wasn't one to share women; on the contrary, he was extremely possessive of them, never allowing anyone else to take advantage of his women. The reason he was teasing Mu Huanhua like this was because he had already set up a barrier, making it impossible for outsiders to see him. Feng Jue believed every girl was an untapped treasure. Only through careful appreciation, slow training, and gradual familiarization and adjustment could one truly possess and control a girl, like breaking in a new car. This process was slow, but full of pleasure. Imagine a girl slowly shedding her naiveté and revealing her brilliance under his guidance, like a piece of jade gradually developing its patina—the sense of accomplishment was unparalleled.
Feng Jue sipped his wine, enjoying the girl's oral service. His nearly 30-centimeter-long penis swelled in her mouth, and imagining the girl struggling to take in only two-thirds of it, Feng Jue couldn't help but grin wickedly. He called out, "Huan'er, come out! Lie
on the edge of the bed. Master wants to fuck you in front of the people on the street." A rustling sound filled the air as the unwilling girl succumbed to the wicked boy's lewd power, kneeling on the bench, her arms draped over the low railing of the tavern, her head peeking out the window. Seeing the silk handkerchief the girl secretly wrapped around her face under the table, Feng Jue couldn't help but chuckle. This was utterly self-deceptive. He lifted the girl's skirt, revealing her round buttocks, and slapped it hard, sending a ripple through her flesh. The clear sound made the girl shudder.
Feng Jue gently pressed his penis against the girl's vulva, rubbing it up and down. With one hand, he parted the girl's silk robe, revealing her firm, full breasts, which he slowly kneaded. His other hand reached out and pressed against her clitoris. Feeling the girl's trembling, Feng Jue knew she was now extremely shy.
"Huan'er, beg your master to fuck you. If you beg well, your master will go in. If you don't beg well, your master will leave you here to be seen by everyone." Feng Jue said with an evil smile.
The girl hesitated, refusing to speak. Feng Jue pressed hard on her clitoris, causing her to involuntarily let out a long moan. Finally, she gave in: "Master, please come, Master, come and fuck Huan'er, Huan'er wants Master."
Looking at the girl's slightly swaying buttocks, Feng Jue was overjoyed. The girl before him was a natural beauty. Although she was somewhat clumsy in some things, combined with her shy appearance, it was perfectly natural, making one irresistibly seductive. Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Feng Jue stopped teasing the girl and thrust his thick penis fiercely into her flower path.
The thick penis pierced in, causing the girl to let out a muffled groan. She then tried to close her mouth, trying not to make a sound, but the unusually tight grip of the vaginal muscles around the penis showed that the girl was experiencing intense pleasure. Feng Jue wasn't in a hurry, gently thrusting into the girl, laughing, "Little Huan'er, you're the quietest on top, but your little mouth down there's dripping with water. Is it exciting with so many people watching, you slutty little girl?"
The girl endured the stimulation from his penis, stubbornly saying intermittently, "No...no, Huan'er...isn't...a slutty...little girl..."
Seeing the stubborn girl, Feng Jue grabbed her plump buttocks with both hands, slapping them hard with each thrust. His penis, no longer gentle, began to pound into her like a ram, each thrust reaching the very bottom. With each slap and thrust, the girl moaned softly, struggling to endure the overwhelming pleasure, trying not to cry out. She didn't want her master to think she was a "slutty little girl."
After hundreds of thrusts, seeing the girl's suffering under his penis, Feng Jue reached out and pulled down the girl's silk robe, revealing her entire white, jade-like upper body. The girl's gorgeous silk dress was rumpled and bunched around her waist, revealing her alluring curves. She knelt on the bench and bedside, her buttocks raised like a little bitch, utterly lewd. Feeling her upper body exposed, the girl cried out, "Master, no!"
Feng Jue said, "Don't worry, Huan'er has a handkerchief covering her face. No one knows that the little bitch kneeling by the bed being fucked is the future genius girl of Dihua Academy."
The girl was greatly ashamed and protested, "You bad man... Master, Huan'er... Huan'er... isn't... a little... little bitch..."
Feng Jue laughed, grabbing the girl's hands from the railing and pulling her like a horse. Instantly, the girl's upper body leaned back, her beautiful breasts standing even more erect and proud. Her slender waist and pert buttocks formed an alluring curve, allowing Feng Jue's penis to penetrate even deeper. Feng Jue laughed, "If you won't be a little bitch, then be Master's little rocking horse, giddy up!" He then thrust his penis forcefully, pumping rapidly.
The rapid thrusting made the girl tremble all over, only able to utter intermittent moans and groans, unable to utter a single coherent sentence. Seeing the girl's increasingly flushed body and feeling the sharp contractions in her vagina, Feng Jue clasped his hands together, grabbing the girl's arms with one hand and ripping off the handkerchief covering her face with the other, shouting, "Look everyone, the little slut upstairs is Mu Huanhua, the genius girl from Dihua Academy!"
Feeling the handkerchief being pulled off her face, the girl felt as if her last shred of modesty had been removed. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Feng Jue's shout and felt the strange gazes from upstairs and downstairs piercing her face, breasts, buttocks, or the area between her legs. She burst into tears, followed by a sharp contraction of her vagina, an unprecedented orgasm washing over her, her cries mingled with pleasure, a bittersweet mix of ecstasy and shame.
Feng Jue felt an unprecedented pressure, making his penis feel incredibly comfortable. As a gush of hot yin essence poured onto the head of his penis, he no longer controlled his genitals and ejaculated pleasurably into the girl's tender womb. The Xuanyuan Dual Cultivation Technique activated on its own, and Feng Jue found that the energy gained from this dual cultivation seemed to be more than twice as high as usual. He was overjoyed. Could the intensity of the orgasm affect the effect of dual cultivation?
However, he couldn't think about that now. He had to comfort the girl who was crying so sadly in front of him first.
He held the almost naked girl in his arms, kneading her nipples with one hand to stimulate her pleasure, and stroking her fragrant back with the other hand to soothe her emotions. He kissed the girl's face and licked away her crystal tears.
Feng Jue laughed, "Little Huan'er, why are you crying? If you cry, you'll look like a little kitten. Were you uncomfortable during your cultivation?"
The girl said sadly, "Master is a bad guy! He let so many people see me. He'll definitely give me away to be played with later. I don't want to live anymore!"
Seeing the girl crying her eyes out, Feng Jue said, "How could that be? Master can't bear to part with my Little Huan'er. How could I give you away to someone else?"
The girl said, "Then you must not like me anymore. So many people have seen me. You definitely don't want me anymore, boohoo..."
Feng Jue comforted her, "No one saw you. Master set up a barrier. They can't see Huan'er. Did you hear someone speak?"
Hearing this, the girl, with a sense of unease as if she had been given a chance at life, quietly raised her head and glanced at the people next to her. Finding that no one was paying attention to her, she couldn't help but feel relieved. She let out a breath, gently patted Feng Jue's chest, and cried out, "Bad master, bad master, you scared Huan'er to death!"
Feng Jue laughed, "Little Huan'er has been naughty. You don't trust your master and you even dare to hit him. Your master will punish you. Go kneel on the ground."
Hearing this, the girl looked at the crowd around her again, felt a little relieved, and obediently knelt on the ground with her back to Feng Jue. She skillfully stuck her little bottom up high and said, "Huan'er knows she was wrong. Please punish me, master."
Feng Jue looked at the girl's slightly red buttocks and slapped them hard. "Slap!" Mu Huanhua trembled all over. The lingering pleasure seemed to rise again. "Slap!" Another slap landed heavily on her round and perky little bottom. The girl let out a soul-stirring moan. "Slap slap slap!" Although she knew that the people outside couldn't see her, the girl still couldn't help but be nervous and tremble. Suddenly, a finger was inserted into the girl's anus, stirring it forcefully. The girl shuddered, twisting her hips in an attempt to break free, but as soon as she moved, she was met with another heavy slap, which made her stiffen. Another finger pierced the girl's vagina, the two fingers touching and stirring each other through a thin membrane, accompanied by a series of slapping sounds. The girl trembled like a frog in warm water.
Suddenly, the girl let out a groan, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out like urine, making Feng Jue's fingers sting. Looking at the girl lying on the ground in a daze, Feng Jue smiled with satisfaction, picked her up, and quietly left.
—The
next day, Feng Jue brought the girl to Dihua Academy for official registration. Dihua Academy was located in the northwest of the capital, backed by mountains and adjacent to a large lake, covering a vast area. Before the school gate, Feng Jue, dressed in a black robe with short black hair, stood tall and handsome. Mu Huanhua, in a pure white warrior's outfit, with her stunning face and curvaceous figure, exuded youthful and vibrant charm. The two held hands, looking like a perfect couple. The gates of Dihua Academy were still crowded, but unlike the sea of people a few days ago, everyone who had passed the test walked proudly to the new student reception area. Dihua
Academy was divided into three branches: Martial Arts, Pharmacy, and Weaponry. Martial Arts was further divided into the Heavenly Academy, Earthly Academy, and Human Academy. New students were all assigned to the Human Academy for a year. In their second year, if their cultivation reached the fifth rank, they could advance to the Earthly Academy for another year. In their third year, if their cultivation reached the seventh rank, they could advance to the Heavenly Academy. After three years of training in the Heavenly Academy, students were free to choose whether to go on adventures, stay at the academy for further study, or simply teach lower-level students. Once their cultivation reached the ninth rank, they would attract the attention of the royal family, who would try to recruit and cultivate them. Those who fail to advance within a year of enrollment will repeat the year to continue their training. However, if they fail to advance after five years, they will be asked to leave the academy, as this indicates that the martial artist has essentially reached a bottleneck. In fact, even if they are asked to leave the Imperial Academy, these martial artists can still obtain a good job in a small or medium-sized city, ensuring a comfortable life. The classifications for pharmacy and weapon crafting are relatively vague, and the requirements are more lenient. Besides public courses that teach basic knowledge, the main teaching method is master-apprentice. After all, pharmacists and weapon crafters rely on extensive practice; without hands-on instruction, one cannot graduate.
Guided by the reception desk, the two entered to find their respective academies and dormitories. Although Mu Huanhua was reluctant to leave Feng Jue for a moment, he sent her off to familiarize herself with the environment. Her older sisters, Mu Fengzhu and Mu Qingyue, were also studying here. Mu Huanhua had surprised everyone on the entrance exam yesterday, and a reunion of the three sisters would likely be quite lively. It would be inconvenient for her to remain present, so she decided to go and see her future academy. The
Imperial Academy was laid out in a crisscrossing pattern, with strict rules and regulations, befitting the top academy in the capital. The three academies—Heaven, Earth, and Man—were arranged longitudinally to the north, with the Alchemy and Weapon Forging academies to the east and west respectively. In the center was a huge martial arts arena; after all, martial artists in this world not only needed to learn martial arts but also to understand warfare, otherwise they would only possess reckless courage and be insignificant. The wide, straight bluestone path was dotted with trees. Feng Jue leisurely entered the gate of the Alchemy academy. Classrooms were few, and the dormitories were relatively small; the largest area was actually a medicinal herb field. Scattered around the dormitories were individual courtyards, each herb field suggesting a solitary and proud nature; they seemed to dislike socializing.
According to the information he gathered at the reception desk, facilities at Dihua Academy, excluding dormitories, were rented using contribution points earned by completing academic tasks such as hunting magical beasts, cultivating herbs, and submitting pills or weapons. While the herb fields appeared to belong to the residing alchemists, they were required to hire junior disciples to tend them and pay a monthly contribution point to maintain them, thus preventing them from becoming complacent and wasting the academy's resources.
The system was good, but not suitable for Feng Jue, whose immediate goal was to be a freeloader at the academy. Therefore, after registering at the alchemy department to ensure he wouldn't be kicked out of class, he strolled around the academy.
Finally, he chose the lakeside behind the alchemy department. Dihua Lake, named after the academy, spans a hundred miles in circumference, its vast expanse of water shrouded in mist and billowing vapors. Legend has it that the academy's guardian beast, "Yinglong," resides there. Yinglong is known for its bad temper and has a history of disciplining students, so few academy members venture there. Building a house by the lake was no challenge for Feng Jue. He easily erected a timber frame and secured it with wooden spikes, creating a simple yet elegant structure. He then built a fence around the house, enclosing a large area for medicinal herbs.
Sitting on a wooden stump by the door, Feng Jue clapped his hands in satisfaction. This place, with its vast sky and shady trees, was indeed a perfect place to settle down. When Huan'er came, they could enjoy a life facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming—hehe, what flowers? That was a real question. Hmm, he also needed to get a wooden raft to take Huan'er to the lake to enjoy nature. Then they could relax under the open sky, carefree and unrestrained—ah, that would be the best life! Should I go back and seduce a cute little girl, take her to see the crucian carp, and let her play with the goldfish? Huan'er would probably agree! Thinking of this, Feng Jue couldn't help but chuckle lewdly.
At Feng Jue's level, dual cultivation could rapidly increase his power, making it stronger and more refined, but it couldn't elevate his realm further. He had no good way to break through the innate level and reach the state of oneness with heaven and man. Every master of oneness with heaven and man achieved it through different methods and paths, the only common ground being the cultivation of the heart. Only with a perfect and flawless heart could one withstand the fusion with the Dao of Heaven without being lost. Different personalities have different kinds of perfection; the great perfection of a wine lover lies in the finest wines in the world, while the great perfection of a bloodthirsty person lies in endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood. In his previous life, the Buddhists asked—"How should one abide? How should one subdue one's heart?" Perhaps only by subduing one's own heart can one achieve perfection and flawlessness, infinitely approaching the Dao of Heaven, and attaining great freedom, great ease, and great wisdom. But what about Feng Jue? Before he clearly saw his own true heart, all of this was empty talk.
Shaking his head slightly, Feng Jue thought helplessly, "I'm still too young." But since he couldn't break through his mental barriers for the time being, he should cherish what he had. This dazzling world, these countless beauties, were truly captivating!
Beyond the mountains, green hills rise; beyond the buildings, more buildings stand. When will this tender affection end ?
The hidden dragon dwells in the capital, spending his days with his beloved.

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