[Fantasy] Cultivation and Desire for a Slave Wife (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 488 [Springtime in the Bathhouse]

Yang Fan laid Shen Ruoxi on her side on the sofa, pressing down slightly on her soft, voluptuous body. His other hand, which was free, began to wander, lingering on her pert buttocks before finally moving towards her waistband, preparing to untie her restraints.

"No... Yang Fan!"

Shen Ruoxi grabbed Yang Fan's restless hand, stopping him, and said, "Ruolan, Ruolan is still at home! And I haven't showered today, I'm very dirty!"

After a long period of passionate kissing, Shen Ruoxi's breathing was noticeably labored, and she spoke with constant panting, her chest heaving, providing Yang Fan's large hand that was guarding her breasts with immense softness.

Stopping his hands from undressing her, Yang Fan embraced her, pressed his cheek against her ear, and breathed into her ear before continuing, "I know, but my dear wife, I really want it now!"

As he spoke, he even nudged her thigh with his erection.

Shen Ruoxi curled up slightly, her face flushed, and she breathed heavily, her breath sweet and fragrant. She said haltingly, "Me too, but I haven't showered yet, I'm not clean!"

After saying this, Shen Ruoxi covered her cheeks with her hands in embarrassment. Such shameful words would normally make her blush just thinking about them, yet now they had come out of her mouth.

Hearing Shen Ruoxi's words, Yang Fan followed her gaze towards the bathroom. Using the reflection in the bathroom, he could clearly see Shen Ruolan standing and washing herself with hot water. Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but say, "Good wife, why don't we wait until Ruolan falls asleep and then shower together, and while we're at it..."

Influenced by Yang Fan's words, Shen Ruoxi involuntarily imagined the scene of doing *that* in the bathroom. Imagining herself crawling on the edge of the bathtub in that extremely shameful position, a strange stimulation rose involuntarily from the bottom of her heart, and her whole body suddenly became hot.

Sensing Shen Ruoxi's reaction, Yang Fan knew she was beginning to feel aroused. He had only ever experienced that with Lin Jiaxin in the bathroom. Thinking of the usually dignified and elegant Shen Ruoxi's shy demeanor in the bathroom, his excitement intensified, and his hands continued their roaming. For a moment, the sofa was filled with a scene of passionate intimacy…

After a while, Yang Fan whispered in Shen Ruoxi's ear, "Good wife, you go first, don't lock the door, I'll be right back, okay?"

Busy tidying her clothes, Shen Ruoxi paid no attention to what Yang Fan was saying. Besides, she was already lost in thought, completely unaware of where she was, and almost instinctively let out a soft "Mmm" from her pretty nose.

Glancing at the restless Shen Ruoxi, Yang Fan teased, "My dear wife, what are you daydreaming about? I'll go back to the room to get my clothes, remember not to lock the door!"

With a broad smile, he went back to his room.

Actually, Yang Fan didn't really want to go back to his room to get a bathrobe. He knew Shen Ruoxi was shy, and if she were in front of him, she would never agree to shower together. On the contrary, if he left, she might agree to his suggestion, caught in her internal struggle. Therefore, Yang Fan could only run back to his room to avoid her for a while!

He rummaged through the closet and found a bathrobe. Shen Ruoxi had taken care of all his clothes, so the closet was neatly arranged and not a mess. He listened through the door first, and when he found that the living room was quiet, Yang Fan opened the door and came out.

Sure enough, the living room was empty, and even the lights were off, except for the bathroom light, which was still on. A faint smile appeared on his lips. Yang Fan slung the bathrobe over his shoulder and quietly walked towards the bathroom. Listening to the increasingly clear sound of running water, he couldn't help but swallow hard a few times.

Reaching the bathroom door, Yang Fan first touched the lock, finding it securely locked. A broad smile spread across his face as he gently pushed the door open.

Inside, Shen Ruoxi, completely naked, was immersed in the bathtub, the water foam obscuring her perfect figure, leaving only Yang Fan with his angelic face.

Quickly closing the door, Yang Fan casually slung the bathroom towel over his shoulder and began to remove all his restraints. The entire process took less than a second, as if rehearsed countless times beforehand. In the instant Shen Ruoxi was stunned, Yang Fan stood naked before her…

Shen Ruoxi had noticed Yang Fan the moment he opened the door, but she hadn't looked up. Not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't dare! Even she herself didn't understand why she had so readily agreed to leave the door open for him. But this was clearly not the time to ponder that question. Watching Yang Fan relentlessly advance towards her, Shen Ruoxi tried to remain calm, but her trembling body and flushed cheeks betrayed her.

Reaching the bathtub, Yang Fan made no move, simply looking down at her. From her breathing alone, he knew how nervous she was, but tonight, he needed precisely that kind of nervousness from Shen Ruoxi, and he needed her to be even more nervous. That would make the game even more exciting!

Lying in the bathtub, only half of Shen Ruoxi's skin was exposed, except for her snow-white shoulders and long, beautiful legs. Perhaps due to excessive tension, or perhaps due to the stimulation of the hot water, her white skin had turned a captivating pink, which, combined with the already dim lighting of the bathroom, made her indescribably alluring!

At this moment, Shen Ruoxi's heart was in complete turmoil. Under Yang Fan's burning gaze, her body felt indescribably uncomfortable, as if his gaze was hotter than boiling water, almost melting her. Suppressing her embarrassment, she slightly raised her head, and the first thing she saw was Yang Fan's extremely engorged penis!

"Ah..."

She quickly averted her gaze, her mind a complete mess. Although she was familiar with it, seeing it from below was incredibly awkward. Seeing her like a startled deer, Yang Fan couldn't help but smile slightly. As she flinched, he stepped one foot into the bathtub…

"No! Good husband, let me shower first, then you can shower later. Ruolan might not be asleep yet. What if he finds out…"

Her body stiffened slightly as she saw Yang Fan's foot already in the bathtub, and Shen Ruoxi pleaded.

What kind of talk was this? At a time like this, would he really grant her request? Not to mention Yang Fan, even Shen Ruoxi herself found this argument unconvincing! Ignoring her suggestion, Yang Fan slid into the bathtub, wet himself, and embraced her from behind.

Shen Ruoxi stiffened. This wasn't her first time making love with Yang Fan, and she shouldn't be so shy. But tonight was different. Shen Ruolan had just returned to her room and was likely still awake. What if she heard the noise in the bathroom? The consequences… Shen Ruoxi could hardly imagine.

And indeed, Shen Ruolan hadn't slept at all. She and Yang Fan had gotten into that mess earlier that day, and even she didn't know what had happened.

The momentary impulse was nothing, but afterwards, the thought of having stolen her sister's man filled her with an indescribable feeling. She kept telling herself it was just a dream, not real. When she woke up, it would all be gone, and she couldn't disturb her sister's happiness.

However, despite these thoughts, she couldn't suppress her curiosity. She was extremely curious about what the two people outside were doing. Judging from the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom, could it be...? Thinking this, Shen Ruolan suddenly took off her shoes, quietly opened the door, and sneaked out...

Inside the bathroom, passion was raging. At first, Shen Ruoxi was somewhat hesitant, but under Yang Fan's practiced and skillful teasing, she quickly surrendered! Neither of them noticed that a figure had quietly appeared outside the bathroom...

This person was Shen Ruolan, who had secretly slipped out of the bedroom. She knew perfectly well what Yang Fan and Shen Ruoxi were doing in the bathroom, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity. Shen Ruoxi's small apartment wasn't very soundproof; just standing in the living room, one could clearly hear the sound of running water from the bathroom. Therefore, as soon as she stepped out, Shen Ruolan heard the sounds coming from the bathroom.

"Splash! Splash!"

That was the sound of running water!

"Hmm...ah..."

But what was that sound? It sounded like soft moans, mixed with heavy breathing! The two sounds blended together quickly assaulted Shen Ruolan's ears. She had heard these sounds before, and had even made similar sounds herself, but for a moment she couldn't quite grasp them. Moreover, given her naive nature, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, it would have been difficult to imagine how those sounds were produced!

Her mind still hazy, Ruolan walked to the bathroom door and pressed her small ear against it, trying to hear the sounds inside clearly. As soon as she pressed her ear close, she heard bursts of wanton laughter emanating from within, interspersed with what sounded like flirtatious moans.

The voice with its teasing undertone was clearly Yang Fan, whom she knew all too well, while the weak moan was undoubtedly her older sister's.

Understanding the sounds, Shen Ruolan finally understood what was happening inside. Those moans, a blend of rough and soft sounds, emanating from the depths of their souls, were passion nurtured by hard work and sweat—humanity's most beautiful hymn!

Reason told Shen Ruolan she couldn't continue eavesdropping, nor should she linger. One of them was her unloved lover, and the other was her beloved sister. Faced with this situation, she should leave immediately, but she couldn't move her feet! Initially, curiosity made her want to listen more, but after listening for a while, she wanted to listen again, and after listening for a little while longer, she couldn't help but listen a little longer…

Her fingers involuntarily touched the door, but Shen Ruolan suddenly realized that the bathroom door wasn't locked. It turned out that Yang Fan had been too hasty and hadn't locked it properly, and Shen Ruolan's touch had slightly opened it!

Through that crack, Shen Ruolan could finally see the situation inside clearly. The first thing she saw was Yang Fan's strong and powerful body. He was sitting on the bathtub with his back to her, and in his arms, he was holding her sister, his hands supporting her, moving her back and forth…

“Ah! My dear husband, I can't take it anymore! I'm going to die again! Ah…”

Just then, Shen Ruolan suddenly heard Shen Ruoxi let out a long sigh, and her whole body seemed to go limp.

For a moment, Shen Ruolan was somewhat stunned. Was the one making those shameful moans really her sister? Was that the dignified, virtuous, and stunningly beautiful sister she usually knew? But why was she sitting in Yang Fan's arms, saying such strange things? Why was she saying she was going to die? Was Yang Fan abusing her?

A flood of thoughts rushed into Shen Ruolan's mind. If she hadn't firmly believed Yang Fan wouldn't hurt her sister, she might have rushed in!

Inside the bathroom, hearing her pleas for mercy, Yang Fan slowed his movements slightly. He stopped moving his hands, letting her slump in his arms. Then he leaned close to her ear, licked her earlobe, and said, "Good wife, weren't you so intense just now? How come you're done so quickly! But my dear wife, I'm still in the middle!"

As he spoke, Yang Fan moved slightly again.

After the climax, Shen Ruoxi was already weak and unable to continue. She knew her own strength; she knew Yang Fan's power. Once he really got serious, even five or six beauties wouldn't be a match for him. Although Yang Fan never made her bedridden the next day, it was because he cherished her.

That's why she allowed Yang Fan to have women outside; she couldn't satisfy him alone, so she let him seek satisfaction elsewhere! However, hearing Yang Fan's words, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, saying, "You big dummy! You don't know how to cherish her at all! You have no idea how crazy you were just now. If you do it again, how am I supposed to go to work tomorrow!" Yang Fan

understood that he couldn't go too far. The incident with Lin Jiaxin's fainting spell taught him that excessive indulgence would harm his lover's body. But in the current situation, he hadn't even reached his peak yet; if he stopped now, wouldn't he suffocate?

Encircling her breasts with both hands, Yang Fan's eyes darted around, and he suddenly said to Shen Ruoxi, "Good wife, since you're tired, I won't force you. How about you help me here?"

Of all Yang Fan's women, Lin Jiaxin's breasts were undoubtedly the fullest, and the part he was most obsessed with, but Shen Ruoxi's were not far behind. He'd tried it with his mouth on Dongfang Lan, with his feet on Lin Wan'er, and even a little bit on the icy beauty Tang Ningshuang. The only place he hadn't tried was this.

Just thinking about Shen Ruoxi's infinitely soft breasts, her two large mounds pressing against him, made Yang Fan incredibly excited, even his erection becoming even firmer…

Chapter 489 [Making a Fortune in Quiet]

This reaction was immediately felt by Shen Ruoxi, who was connected to him. Yang Fan's suggestion alone was enough to make her blush, and this next suggestion almost brought her to her peak!

Although she was shy about Yang Fan's suggestion, she was also somewhat tempted. She had heard that if a man suppressed himself too much, it would be bad for his health. Since she couldn't satisfy her lover now, if he forced himself to suppress her, it might leave some hidden dangers.

Thinking of this, Shen Ruoxi's delicate body, nestled in Yang Fan's arms, shifted slightly. She spoke to Yang Fan in a barely audible voice, "But...but I've never tried this before, I don't know what to do?"

Hearing this, Yang Fan was overjoyed and immediately pressed his advantage, saying, "It's very simple, I'll teach you how. You first..."

Hearing the unrestrained laughter of the two inside the bathroom, Shen Ruolan, hiding outside the door, blushed and her heart pounded. However, their voices were very low, and she couldn't hear what they were saying. Just as she was about to strain her ears to hear more, she saw Shen Ruoxi pull away from Yang Fan's arms, turn around, and squat down in front of him!

Due to her position, Shen Ruolan could only see Yang Fan's muscular back and couldn't see Shen Ruoxi's face at all. Therefore, she didn't know what the two were doing, but under the influence of what she saw and heard, she couldn't help but feel something. She felt strange, as if ants were crawling inside her, an indescribable discomfort, especially in that area, where she desperately wanted to scratch away the itch!

The actions of the two in the bathroom made it perfectly clear to Shen Ruolan how to relieve the itch. She wasn't entirely unaware of this either. Therefore, once her fingertips slipped inside her bathrobe, she couldn't pull them back! The strange, tingling, slightly sore sensation was irresistible; she had never known that a tiny finger could have such a powerful effect!

She felt herself almost collapsing, and the more she explored, the more her body aroused. Her panties were quickly soaked through, and she felt her legs, which usually could stand firmly even after being pushed around, become incredibly weak and limp, as if they wanted to bend over.

She knew perfectly well that what she was doing was wrong, and that it was wrong to spy on Yang Fan and her sister's secret from outside the room, especially since she was doing something so shameful. But in this situation, she simply couldn't stop what she was doing…

Shen Ruolan didn't know how she got back to her room. She only vaguely remembered that when she reached the peak with her fingers, she heard Yang Fan let out a long sigh from the bathroom. Without time to see why he made that sound, fearing being discovered, she grabbed her disheveled clothes and fled back to her room, then drifted off to sleep!

When she woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky. Rubbing her slightly sore eyes, Shen Ruolan opened the door and walked towards the bathroom. Entering the bathroom, she felt something was off; there seemed to be a strange lingering smell in the air. Yang Fan's clothes hung haphazardly on the clothes rack.

Seeing that Shen Ruoxi and Yang Fan hadn't gotten up yet, Shen Ruolan suddenly ran to the bathtub and, mimicking Yang Fan's actions from the previous night, sat on it. She wanted to see why her mother had been lying face down last night, and what the point of lying like that was.

First, she sat on the bathtub, then, mimicking Shen Ruoxi's actions, she crawled barefoot into the tub and squatted in the spot where she had just been sitting… After several attempts, she finally came to a conclusion: given the height of the bathtub and their positions from the previous night, at most, their chests would be touching the edge of the tub! If they weren't squatting, but sitting, at most, only their lips would be touching the edge!

"So, that means Yang Fan and my sister were..."

Thinking this, Shen Ruolan blushed and hurriedly climbed out of the bathtub to wash and get ready!

One after another, Yang Fan and Shen Ruoxi also came out of the room. The moment they met in the living room, Shen Ruoxi's pretty face flushed, while Yang Fan looked on with a lingering expression, his eyes clearly holding something different.

"By the way, Yang Fan, there's a nice hot spring nearby. We're free later, why don't we go soak together!"

Seemingly sensing Yang Fan's gaze, Shen Ruoxi changed the subject.

"A hot spring? Don't you have to work?"

Yang Fan asked doubtfully.

“It’s a day off today. Besides, you finally have some time, so let’s relax together. My sister’s here too, so let’s go together! It’s so boring staying home in this weather!”

“Since you’re both going, let’s go together!”

He was joking, accompanying two beautiful women swimming—no man would refuse, especially since things weren’t going well between him and Shen Ruolan. He needed a change of scenery to relax. Thinking this, Yang Fan agreed to Shen Ruoxi while glancing at Shen Ruolan.

Sensing Yang Fan’s malicious gaze, Shen Ruolan was secretly annoyed, but her eyes lit up with a sudden idea: “Swimming, huh? You dare take advantage of me? I’ll show you what I’m made of later. Don’t forget, most of the people living in this neighborhood are single female white-collar workers. That swimming pool… huh, let’s see how long you can be so smug!”

And so, the three of them, each with their own agenda, got up and headed towards the swimming pool.

The swimming pool wasn't far from Shen Ruoxi's residence, so the three of them didn't drive. Just as they left the apartment, Shen Ruolan pulled Shen Ruoxi towards a nearby shopping mall. Yang Fan initially wanted to follow, but when he saw the store's sign, he wisely stopped!

No way! That store clearly specialized in women's products. What would a grown man like him do inside? To attract strange looks? Or become a laughingstock? So, Yang Fan could only obediently stand by the roadside and watch the scenery!

A short while later, Shen Ruoxi and Shen Ruolan emerged from the mall, but they were carrying several bags. Yang Fan wasn't too surprised; it would be strange to enter a mall without buying anything. But after Shen Ruoxi walked to his side, she took a bag from a stack of tote bags she was carrying and handed it to Yang Fan, saying, "Here, this is a swimsuit that Ruolan specially picked out for you. You definitely didn't bring one!"

Slightly taken aback, Yang Fan hadn't expected the two of them to go shopping for swimsuits. But it was also his fault for being careless; what would he wear swimming if not a swimsuit? Did he intend to swim naked? However, when he heard that Shen Ruolan had personally chosen the swimsuit for him, Yang Fan was somewhat surprised, feeling a little strange. But he didn't dwell on it, thanked Shen Ruoxi, and took the bags from her, incidentally taking the bags from her hands as well.

Seeing all this, Shen Ruoxi felt a surge of sweetness in her heart. Couples in the throes of love often find even a casual gesture incredibly touching, and Shen Ruoxi was just like that now. Seeing Yang Fan carrying her bags made her feel as sweet as if she had drunk honey.

"Ruolan, let me carry the bag for you!"

Taking the bag, Yang Fan's gaze shifted to Shen Ruolan's hands.

"No need, I have hands and feet, why should I let you carry it?"

Hearing Yang Fan's voice, Shen Ruolan tightened her grip on the bag, clearly afraid he would reach out and grab it...

"Seriously! I'm not a robber! Why are you so wary of me?"

Taking in Shen Ruolan's reaction, the more she acted this way, the more it suggested there was something fishy in her bag, and Yang Fan's curiosity grew stronger.

"Are you any different from a robber?"

Giving Yang Fan a cold look, Shen Ruolan's meaning was clear: what difference was there between her actions yesterday and those of a robber?

Awkwardly smiling, Yang Fan had wanted to find out what was in her bag, but after meeting Shen Ruolan's gaze, he felt inexplicably guilty and didn't dare to argue about it anymore.

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't ask any more questions, Shen Ruolan felt a little relieved. If Yang Fan discovered what was in her bag, how could she face anyone? Although it would have to be taken out sooner or later, the situation was completely different now.

After this little incident, although they failed to find what was in Shen Ruolan's bag, the relationship between the three of them had obviously improved a lot. Although they weren't exactly laughing and joking, the atmosphere was still quite good. Before long, the three of them arrived at their destination.

It was an indoor swimming pool with professional lanes, quite famous in the area, but because of its high price, it wasn't usually very crowded. However, today was Saturday, so it was relatively more crowded. But what puzzled Yang Fan was that after being in the swimming pool for half a day, he hadn't seen a single woman. All he saw were groups of beautiful women in brightly colored clothes. Although their looks couldn't compare to Shen Ruoxi and her niece, they were all very well-maintained and looked like either wealthy housewives or white-collar workers.

Looking at the beauties in front of him, who were barely covered by a few pieces of cloth, Yang Fan remained unfazed. He had experienced this kind of scene many times before. He had been in Yanjing for so long, and although he hadn't learned much else, he was quite adept at dealing with women.

Therefore, despite the countless strange looks he received, he remained unfazed, even throwing flirtatious glances at several attractive women.

It must be said that Yang Fan, tall and imposing, possessed an alluring aura after merging with the physical body of a powerful cultivator. Even beauties like Shen Ruolan couldn't help but feel attracted to him, let alone these long-suffering, resentful women. So, when they received Yang Fan's flirtatious glances, they flirted back and struck poses, practically whistling as if to greet him!

Shen Ruoxi, already "worldly-wise," naturally felt no jealousy. Besides, she knew Yang Fan's character well; although he was always lecherous, he wasn't the type to act recklessly, so she wasn't worried at all. Shen Ruolan, on the other hand, felt inexplicably displeased seeing Yang Fan flirting with other women right in front of her.

Logically, she should despise Yang Fan, given his lewd behavior towards her on the plane. But for some reason, despite countless times telling herself it was an unforgivable mistake, she couldn't help but recall that experience from yesterday until now.

It was her first time being so intimately connected with a man. Although she had never experienced anything like that before, for some reason, after what happened, she seemed to have a particular longing for it, and she would often think back to that blissful moment!

Thinking about it, she was long past her prime, more like a ripe peach, well past the age of picking, but because her standards were too high, she had never met the right one. This had suppressed her true nature. If she hadn't experienced what it was like with Yang Fan, if she hadn't known what that feeling was like, perhaps she could have restrained herself and maintained her unwavering composure.

But knowing just a little bit, however small, was enough to reveal the whole picture. It was that glimpse that made her even more eager for what was to come, so much so that Yang Fan had been appearing in her dreams from time to time lately!

If Yang Fan knew that she had become the object of a beautiful woman's fantasy, what would his reaction be? Knowing his character, he might even wish the fantasy would come true, replacing the dream with a real person…

But undeniably, regardless of the reason, Yang Fan's image was deeply imprinted in Shen Ruolan's heart, which was why she was so distraught today. And it was for this reason that seeing Yang Fan flirting with another woman right in front of her made her so unhappy!

"Hmph!"

Shen Ruolan snorted coldly, venting her displeasure. After successfully attracting Yang Fan's attention, she continued, "The bathhouse here is divided into small, medium, and large baths. The small and medium baths are like private rooms, while the large bath is a public pool. Judging from this, the small baths are out of the question. As for the large baths, it's like a swimming pool; you soak first, then swim. What do you think you'll do?"

"Of course, we'll book the medium bath..."

Halfway through her sentence, Shen Ruoxi realized the problem. Usually, when she and her sister came, they would book the medium bath, but now, with Yang Fan, wouldn't that mean Yang Fan would have to bathe with her? That wouldn't be a problem in itself, but with an extra sister, the result would be...

"Alright, I'll get it done now. Come on, sister, let's go change!"

A sly glint flashed in Shen Ruolan's eyes. She shook the small bag she had been carrying and then pulled Shen Ruoxi to get a room.

Yang Fan, standing to the side, could only pretend to be deaf and dumb, quietly making his fortune. He naturally couldn't get involved in this matter; if he agreed, it might backfire, and if he objected, he'd be misunderstood as playing hard to get. It was best to keep quiet like this; the decision wasn't his concern, and it allowed him to get what he wanted.

Chapter 490 [Can't Swim]

Soon, the room was ready. The three entered the room, and the first thing they saw was a large, steaming hot spring pool in the center. Unlike the usual clear water for bathing, the water was blue-green and warm to the touch, making them want to jump in immediately for a soak. Further inside were three rooms: one with four reclining chairs, clearly a resting room; another with several wardrobes and clothes racks, obviously a changing room; and the last one was a bathroom.

Upon seeing the water, the Shen sisters cheered as if they were seeing family, eager to jump in and soak to their hearts' content. However, they only thought about it, remembering Yang Fan was right beside them, and managed to maintain their ladylike demeanor.

"Yang Fan, why don't you go change first?"

Shen Ruoxi, clearly not a first-timer, knew there was only one changing room, and it was unlikely they could both change. But she felt awkward if they changed first, so she let Yang Fan change first.

Obediently entering the changing room, Yang Fan's mind was filled with the thought of facing two beautiful, fragrant women at the same time, and his blood boiled. He quickly removed his clothes, but when he picked up the swim trunks, his expression became somewhat unnatural!

These swim trunks were white, and not only white, but also a rare semi-transparent color! Now, Yang Fan finally understood the true meaning of Shen Ruoxi's words, "My little sister chose this herself!" It turned out that the girl had deliberately wanted to embarrass him, so she had deliberately given him a pair of semi-transparent swim trunks. With underwear like that, anyone with good eyesight could easily see through them once they were wet, and they also looked very tight.

It seemed Shen Ruolan was intentionally trying to expose Yang Fan! He hadn't originally intended to change, but after a moment's thought, Yang Fan put them on. "Since you want to see, then I'll take the loss and let you see as much as you want. But if I scare you, little girl, don't blame me!"

After putting on the swim trunks, Yang Fan noticed that area seemed rather conspicuous, with a faint black patch that could be clearly seen at a glance!

He lightly patted it off, and without blushing or skipping a beat, Yang Fan walked out of the changing room. Sure enough, upon seeing him, the eyes of the Shen Ruoxi sisters involuntarily shifted to him. Shen Ruoxi was alright; seeing Yang Fan's muscular physique, her gaze was only slightly dazed, but Shen Ruolan's gaze immediately went to that place she shouldn't have looked at.

Yang Fan's attention had been focused on Shen Ruolan, so the moment her gaze shifted to him, he reacted instantly. Intending to retaliate, a mischievous thought suddenly arose in his mind. His internal energy suddenly circulated, and the instant Shen Ruolan saw that area, Yang Fan exerted a sudden burst of strength, directly controlling his penis with his internal energy, causing it to suddenly rise like a dragon. Instantly, the "raging dragon" revived, and a huge tent stood erect…

"Ah…"

Seeing this, Shen Ruolan almost gasped. The reason she had looked at Yang Fan's penis was simply to check if the swim trunks she bought had met her expectations. She never imagined that in that instant, the "raging dragon" would suddenly rise!

With Yang Fan's current cultivation level, controlling any muscle in his body was effortless; naturally, controlling that area was no difficult task either. Moreover, given the slight tremor in his heart, controlling it was even easier. Therefore, his timing was perfect. The moment Shen Ruolan looked over, the series of actions was completed, and the two met unexpectedly!

Although she didn't see anything, in a daze, it seemed that the angry dragon had been deeply imprinted in her heart. In her mind, there was only the scene of the dragon suddenly raising its head and the shock of that moment!

Finally, she came to her senses and raised her head, only to meet Yang Fan's eyes with a mysterious smile. The meaning was clear: "Did you see clearly? Have you seen enough...?"

"Sister, let's go change!"

Quickly withdrawing her gaze, Shen Ruolan, like a child who had done something wrong, blushed, lowered her head, and pulled Shen Ruoxi away!

"Hmph! Little girl, you actually dared to scheme against me. If it weren't for your sister, I would have stripped you naked and spanked you!"

He said fiercely to himself. He went to the edge of the bathtub, sat down on the edge of the tub, put his legs in the water, and looked around.

A moment later, Shen Ruoxi emerged from the changing room wearing a bright yellow one-piece swimsuit. Seeing Yang Fan sitting by the pool, she went over and greeted him, "Yang Fan, you haven't gone in yet?"

Yang Fan turned around, saw it was Shen Ruoxi, nodded, and smiled, "Not yet, no rush!" He

then curiously began to scrutinize her. Shen Ruoxi's bust wasn't large, but her figure was well-proportioned. The one-piece swimsuit perfectly accentuated her beautiful curves, and the bright yellow color suited her age, making her appear even more youthful and vibrant.

Looking at Shen Ruolan behind her, she was short and petite, but possessed a pair of magnificent breasts. What surprised Yang Fan even

more was that she, who always dressed in black, was wearing a red bikini! Her ivory skin, paired with her large breasts, made her even more attractive than a celebrity. Seemingly sensing Yang Fan's attention, Shen Ruolan even thrust her chest towards him—a gesture that, while initially provocative, became flirtatious due to her attire! Shen Ruolan, after making that gesture, immediately realized what was happening.

Like many single women, she had a hobby of collecting sexy lingerie, but that didn't mean she could remain unmoved while wearing a sexy bikini when facing a man. Especially since this man held a significant place in her heart!

Even she herself was surprised by her own boldness. Such an action was something she, usually so dignified and elegant, would never have done. But for some reason, whenever she faced Yang Fan, she could do things far beyond her wildest imagination.

That moment of overwhelming passion made Yang Fan swallow hard. Deep down, he couldn't help but curse. If Shen Ruoxi weren't around, that one moment of temptation would have been enough to turn him into a wolf.

Unable to bear Yang Fan's burning gaze, Shen Ruolan turned and jumped into the bath. Although it was just a small bathhouse, it was a luxurious place, so it wasn't much different from a small swimming pool, except the water was warm!

Jumping into the water and being stimulated by the hot spring, Shen Ruolan's pounding heart didn't calm down; instead, it pounded even harder, and even her skin suddenly felt hot! Originally, Yang Fan was her sister's boyfriend, and she should have done something she shouldn't have. But for some reason, after what happened yesterday, she felt uneasy. She also had a particular fondness for seducing Yang Fan; her usually reserved and unsmiling nature always found its fullest expression with him!

She knew she was playing with fire, and if she wasn't careful, it wouldn't just be a simple case of lust. But she couldn't control her emotions. In just a few hours, she and Yang Fan had already had several intimate encounters. She couldn't believe that nothing would have happened if no one else was around.

Thinking back to their first meeting, which was even more unbearable than this, perhaps it was the disastrous consequences of that first encounter that led to their reunion in the same way!

Swimming in the hot spring, Shen Ruolan's mind was in turmoil. The image that dominated her thoughts was the scene of the dragon's fury just moments before. Her heart, which had never fluttered in over twenty years, was now in turmoil after that outburst of anger…

"Yang Fan, let's go for a soak too!"

Shen Ruoxi had long wanted to go in the water, but had hesitated because of Yang Fan. Now, seeing Shen Ruolan swimming freely, she also felt the urge to join in.

"Alright!"

Yang Fan nodded slightly. Similarly, he was also pondering his relationship with Shen Ruolan. Undeniably, this mature and alluring woman, Shen Ruoxi's sister, held a great attraction for him. However, he was currently hesitant, primarily because of Shen Ruoxi.

Shen Ruolan was Shen Ruoxi's sister. Although they were at most five years apart in age, they were still sisters. If he accepted Shen Ruoxi while also having an affair with Shen Ruolan, not only would he be branded as an incestuous woman, but what would become of Shen Ruoxi?

What Yang Fan wanted wasn't just a beautiful woman. With his current power, status, and strength, he could easily have countless beauties throwing themselves at him, but he wouldn't do that. Although he now had over ten beautiful women around him, he had deep emotional connections with each of them. Yang Fan couldn't abandon any of them, nor could he possibly hurt them. Now, although he hadn't actually had a relationship with Shen Ruoxi, he had already decided on her, and he couldn't possibly do anything to harm her.

After Shen Ruoxi went into the water, Yang Fan had no interest in soaking in the warm water. Leaning against the shore, he was immersed in his own inner world. Shen Ruoxi, once in the water, lost her characteristic policewoman's shrewdness and became somewhat carefree. Therefore, she didn't notice Yang Fan's unusual behavior, instead cheering and joining the chase with her sister… In the

small pool, only a few dozen meters long, the three of them were preoccupied with their own thoughts. What should have been a simple bath turned into an emotional entanglement. And so, Yang Fan's initial expectation of countless sensual encounters turned into a rather dull experience.

"What? What are you thinking about?"

After what seemed like an eternity, a voice interrupted Yang Fan's reverie. Looking towards the source of the voice, he saw Shen Ruolan standing before him, looking at him with curiosity.

At this moment, because she was in the hot spring, her originally snow-white skin was adorned with a delicate blush, like a peach, tempting one to take a bite. Her jet-black hair was slightly damp from the water droplets, with strands clinging to her cheeks, adding to her soft beauty. Especially captivating was her alluring figure, partially concealed beneath the water, a sight that made countless men's eyes light up.

The beautiful woman before him was breathtakingly beautiful, so alluring and charming. Seeing such a sight, all of Yang Fan's previous reservations vanished instantly. Reluctantly withdrawing his gaze, he asked, "Where's your sister? Why isn't she here?"

"Look, isn't she over there? My sister has a habit of taking a nice long nap after soaking in the hot spring, even if the sky were to fall. She just soaked for a while and then went to sleep."

Hearing Yang Fan's question, Shen Ruolan gestured towards the chairs on the shore. Following her gaze, Yang Fan indeed saw Shen Ruoxi fast asleep on the chair, oblivious even to the fact that the towel covering her had fallen to the ground.

"This little girl!"

Looking at Shen Ruoxi's sleeping face, Yang Fan couldn't help but chuckle. She actually had such a habit; in the short time he was distracted, she had fallen asleep!

"By the way, why aren't you soaking? Why are you

just standing here like an idiot?" Shen Ruolan changed the subject and asked Yang Fan. Actually, she had been observing Yang Fan for quite a while, but she hadn't had a reason to approach him. Besides, she was also very curious about Yang Fan, but she was too embarrassed to ask many questions in front of her sister. But now that Shen Ruoxi was asleep, wasn't this an opportunity for her? So, she boldly came over.

"Me? I'm soaking right now, aren't I?"

He looked at Shen Ruolan with a slight smile. How could he, with his smooth tongue, pass up such an opportunity? He paused for a moment before continuing, "It's just... it's just that I'm not very good at swimming, so... so..."

At this point, Yang Fan became intermittent. He had been born in the desert since childhood, so it was understandable that he couldn't swim. But with his current cultivation level, he could stay underwater for hours without breathing, let alone swim. It would be a lie to say that he couldn't swim.

Unfortunately, Shen Ruolan wasn't very familiar with Yang Fan and didn't know the strength of his cultivation. So when she heard Yang Fan's words, she immediately understood that this kid didn't not want to swim, but simply couldn't! "Then let's see how I deal with you..."

Thinking this, Shen Ruolan couldn't help but smile inwardly, but on her face, she tried her best to appear normal, saying, "What's the big deal? So what if you can't swim? It's not a big deal, it's not shameful. Actually, swimming is very simple, you'll learn quickly! Ah, what can I do? You're my brother-in-law! Come on, let me teach you!"

Without waiting for Yang Fan's agreement, she reached out to pull him into the water, clearly intending to drag him down with her.

Chapter 491 [Chastity Values]

"Little girl, trying to play me? Hmph, let's see how I play you!"

Although Shen Ruolan tried her best to hide it, how could she escape Yang Fan's notice? Yang Fan clearly saw the cunning in her eyes. But at this moment, he wouldn't deliberately expose him; otherwise, wouldn't pretending he couldn't swim become less fun?

"Ah! No, Auntie!"

As soon as Shen Ruolan pulled him into the water, Yang Fan let out a scream, and like an octopus, he clung to Shen Ruolan...

"Sure enough... so big!"

The instant they made contact, Yang Fan involuntarily sketched the shapes of the two objects in his mind. The softness of her chest told him that it was probably no less than Dongfang Lan's, and perhaps even rivaled Lin Jiaxin's...

Shen Ruolan never expected this outcome. Everything changed too quickly, so quickly that she couldn't react at all. Thinking about it, it made sense. With Yang Fan's current strength, if he really got fast, not even a Void Returning Realm expert could see his unpredictable movements. Given his deliberate strategy, it would be strange if she reacted quickly.

Feeling the warmth of Yang Fan's body, Shen Ruolan's body immediately softened. Almost instinctively, she tightly hugged Yang Fan's neck, afraid that she would slip down. Her area was extremely sensitive; just a little more touch had aroused her! The man beneath her was the man her sister liked! How could she... It was so... shameful...

Shen Ruolan secretly swore: This is just inertia! It's definitely just inertia! No, you can't hook up... No, you can't... No matter how much she screamed in her heart, her legs still uncontrollably hooked around Yang Fan's waist, her whole body like an octopus, tightly coiled around Yang Fan's body.

The saliva that welled up in Yang Fan's throat was swallowed back down. His chest was pressed, pushed, and pressed against by two soft yet slightly firm mounds... His waist was hooked, clamped, and wrapped around by two fair and tender thighs... Under such severe testing, even Liu Xiahui would be aroused, let alone a man like Yang Fan who was sexually unsatisfied?

Yang Fan's briefs were obviously not a good fit. Perhaps they had been a good fit before, but now they were like shackles restricting the movement of a prisoner, tightly binding him. That feeling made Yang Fan feel uncomfortable all over.

"Oh my god... what's that... could it be..."

Shen Ruolan felt her thigh touch something strange, something similar to a vibrator. "Won't he react? How embarrassing..."

Thinking of the ambiguous part, Shen Ruolan simply buried her face in Yang Fan's shoulder, no longer daring to raise her head, and even forgetting that Yang Fan had taken the initiative to enter her arms!

If this weren't a public place, if Shen Ruoxi weren't nearby... Yang Fan could almost predict what would happen next, but unfortunately... all of this could only exist in his imagination!

Shen Ruolan's face felt like it was on a hot coal, burning into a big fireball. The friction between Yang Fan's two points and hers generated heat, stimulating her body to tremble. What's worse, his very disobedient big thing actually pressed against her as well. Wasn't he deliberately taking advantage of her?

But strangely enough, she felt an indescribable urge. This contact was far more stimulating than the last. The worst part was that they were practically naked, especially with Shen Ruolan's deliberate manipulation. She was wearing a revealing outfit barely held together by a string, and Yang Fan's... needless to say, was completely exposed!

In this way, they were in complete intimate contact, at least that's what Shen Ruolan thought. Undoubtedly, this was a very dangerous game. Shen Ruolan, the one temporarily in control, gradually realized something was wrong. His hot breath was increasing, so much so that no matter which way she moved, her ears could feel it. Even worse, her breasts were becoming increasingly sensitive; those two hateful little things seemed to be connected to an uninterrupted power source, channeling wave after wave of intense current into her body!

Just then, Yang Fan suddenly stepped back a little and then sank down. This sudden movement made Shen Ruolan think that the two of them were about to sink. She involuntarily pressed herself against Yang Fan, tightly hugging him with both arms and legs, completely forgetting that she had been teaching him to swim.

This back-and-forth movement didn't change their posture much, only a certain position changed. What had been near Shen Ruolan's lower abdomen had now slid below her lower abdomen, between her legs. The change was small, but the chain reaction it triggered was extremely huge!

After hugging Yang Fan tightly, Shen Ruolan realized something was wrong in just a tenth of a second. She immediately judged that the situation had escalated from very dangerous to extremely dangerous, and immediately tried to pull away, but where could she go? Yang Fan unceremoniously restrained Shen Ruolan with both hands, whispering in her ear, "I didn't *you*, you came to me yourself! I knew you liked this feeling!"

"No! Let me go, I don't like it at all!"

Shen Ruolan shook her head desperately, struggling to break free from Yang Fan's grasp. If Shen Ruolan hadn't moved, Yang Fan might have let her go, after all, she was Shen Ruoxi's sister, and there were still some things he hadn't clarified. But her movement gave Yang Fan an immense sensation, making him unwilling to let her go!

"Is that so? If you really don't like it, why are you moving even more actively? You know, friction doesn't generate heat, but it can bring feeling, yes… that's it… oh…"

Yang Fan uttered wicked words that even he himself couldn't believe. It seems that unfulfilled desire is indeed the best catalyst for demonic evolution!

Shen Ruolan felt extremely ashamed. Yang Fan's words were like a sharp knife, deeply piercing her heart. She knew he was deliberately misinterpreting her words, but for some reason, her body began to feel faintly hot. This prelude to the feeling terrified her.

"You're talking nonsense... I... I wasn't feeling anything, I just wanted to leave!"

To prove she wasn't feeling anything, Shen Ruolan simply closed her eyes and stopped moving.

"Huh? Why did it stop moving?"

Yang Fan glanced at Shen Ruolan, secretly amused. He continued his movements, grinding upwards little by little, faintly sensing a weak suction. Yang Fan chuckled, "No wonder it stopped moving. Turns out someone's 'down there' can suck on its own. How about it, almost at its peak?" Shen

Ruolan's face turned as red as a tomato. She suddenly opened her eyes, glaring at Yang Fan through gritted teeth, "How come I never noticed before? You're so awful! I knew you were a pervert, yet I still supported my sister liking you!"

Yang Fan blushed slightly at Shen Ruolan's words, a hint of guilt rising in his heart. But things had already come to this point; continuing or not continuing would likely have the same result. Yang Fan hesitated ... Undeterred by her mistake, Yang Fan continued his unreasonable argument, saying, "Since you can support your sister liking me, why can't you like me? Just consider me your boyfriend! Besides, we've already slept together, haven't we?"

Shen Ruolan laughed out loud in anger, looking at Yang Fan with utter contempt, "Look at yourself! Why would I like you? You have no money, no looks, and your character is so filthy. If I were to fall for you, I'd be blind! As for yesterday's incident, in my opinion, it's no different than me going out and hiring a male prostitute to solve my physical needs. Don't think that means I like you. I've done things like that countless times!"

How could Yang Fan not be furious at Shen Ruolan's despicable words? Without retaliating, she used her waist strength to begin rhythmic writhing from top to bottom, silently vowing, "I'll teach you to talk nonsense! I'll teach you to talk nonsense again!"

Shen Ruolan felt three electric currents emanating from three points of contact between her body and Yang Fan. Her two sensitive areas on her chest were one thing, but the spot where Yang Fan's penis was pressed against her lower body was also sending waves of sensation. This filled Shen Ruolan with unprecedented shame: her body had betrayed her heart!

Yang Fan noticed the flush of lust on Shen Ruolan's face, and her body began to tremble involuntarily with his movements. Suddenly, as if in revenge, he said, "I've heard that women only feel feelings for those they like. You clearly don't like me, so how can you feel anything?"

Shen Ruolan froze, immediately stopping her movements. If Yang Fan released her now, she would probably choose to sink into him rather than face him and suffer such humiliation. Unfortunately, Yang Fan didn't release her, and with her strength, she couldn't break free from him and leave on her own.

"What do you want from me?"

Shen Ruolan suppressed the urge to moan, barely managing to say that she couldn't moan out loud; she had to hold it in. If she made that shameful sound, her self-esteem would shatter like glass on the ground, never to be pieced back together.

Yang Fan, who was continuing to create friction, chuckled softly upon hearing this. He leaned close to Shen Ruolan's ear, lightly touching her earlobe with his tongue, and said, "I'm just helping you find yourself again. Don't you... feel your lower body desperately sucking me in? My tip has already slipped in a little!"

Although Yang Fan's statement was true, Shen Ruolan couldn't accept it. She discovered a fact that frightened even herself: her body wasn't just sensitive in her breasts; her lower body was the same! Reason desperately urged Shen Ruolan to leave immediately, while pleasure relentlessly persuaded her, gently telling her that compromise would bring happiness.

"Why...why do I still feel this even though I don't like him...I feel so ashamed? And the feeling is...so strong! I can't help but cooperate with him!"

At this moment, Shen Ruolan was incredibly weak. The intense struggle in her mind caused her to tremble uncontrollably while she was lost in thought.

Just as Shen Ruolan's thoughts almost stopped, Yang Fan suddenly blurted out, "Ruolan, I've entered your body. Don't you belong to me now?"

Her chastity was lost in this place, at this time, to this person...the person her sister liked. Shen Ruolan's pupils contracted repeatedly, and a look of pain appeared on her face. She couldn't help but cry out and bite Yang Fan's shoulder hard!

"Ah..."

Shortly after Shen Ruolan cried out, Yang Fan also cried out in pain. The difference was that Shen Ruolan's pain was psychological, while his was physical. The intense pain from his shoulder intertwined with the surging pleasure from below, which suddenly brought him to the peak of pleasure in that instant. Then, his manhood began to twitch rhythmically.

The countless offspring, accumulated over time, cheered and leaped towards Yang Fan's body. Only after running away did they realize a harsh truth: though they resembled tadpoles, they could never become frogs. They could only scatter in the water, bidding each other a tearful farewell.

A sudden surge of heat sprayed onto a certain part of her body, and two clear tears involuntarily streamed down Shen Ruolan's face. Stimulated, she also experienced a pleasure she had never known before!

This was a fact that filled Shen Ruolan with unbearable shame and indignation. After this incident, she felt unable to face Shen Ruoxi, and equally unable to face herself. Her virginity, which she had always been reluctant to relinquish, had been so easily taken by Yang Fan in public! Fate could not be more cruel!

This was Shen Ruolan. Yesterday, in her view, she had been in control; her virginity had not been lost. But today, in a passive position, she hadn't been truly possessed by Yang Fan, yet she felt she had lost her chastity… This was a woman, this was Shen Ruolan!

The bestiality and evil within him seemed to leave his body with that surge of heat, forcing Yang Fan to awkwardly face reality: he had unintentionally taken possession of Shen Ruoxi's sister!

Strictly speaking, Yang Fan had only partially penetrated her; he hadn't completely possessed Shen Ruolan, hadn't truly entered her. But after this incident, coupled with what had happened before, both Yang Fan and Shen Ruolan were convinced of one fact: they had engaged in a relationship beyond friendship! Whether Shen Ruolan was a virgin or not was no longer important; what mattered was how they should face each other, and how they should face Shen Ruoxi!

The girl's innocence vanished the moment she accepted something that didn't belong to her. Regardless of how much she accepted, Shen Ruolan had already bid farewell to her girlhood. After the tears had flowed, she decided to face reality.

"Ah! Ruolan, Yang Fan, what are you doing?"

This scream not only woke the two women up at the same time, but also startled Shen Ruoxi, who was fast asleep. Seeing her sister and Yang Fan embracing in such an ambiguous position, she immediately imagined some unpleasant scenes, and even her voice trembled slightly...

Chapter 492 [Twisted Ankle!]

Although she didn't object to Yang Fan having other women, it didn't mean she didn't care. Moreover, the person in front of her was her own sister. How could she face this? If they really did that shameful thing in front of her, what choice would she make? Should she choose to leave silently? Or should she choose to accept it silently?

She had never expected or imagined such an outcome. What if something really happened between her and Yang Fan? In just an instant, Shen Ruoxi's mind was in complete chaos. She even regretted bringing Yang Fan to her sister's presence!

"N-nothing... Sister, I got a leg cramp. I need Yang Fan to come and take a look!"

Seeing Shen Ruoxi's face turn deathly pale, Shen Ruolan quickly came up with a plan. If it were her, seeing her sister acting so intimately with the man she liked, she probably wouldn't feel any better. Therefore, at this moment, she couldn't worry about anything else; calming her sister down was the most important thing.

"Really?"

Perhaps out of consideration for Shen Ruolan, Shen Ruoxi's expression softened considerably upon hearing her aunt's explanation, but she still had many doubts. Even if it wasn't a real leg cramp, there was no need to hug so tightly!

"Of course! What else do you think it could be? Come help me, I can't hold on much longer! And you know what, your sister is really heavy!"

Seeing Shen Ruoxi's doubts, Yang Fan echoed Shen Ruolan's words. In any case, whatever the reason, they had to gloss over it.

"Hiss!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp, throbbing pain in his waist. He gasped in shock. Good heavens, this little girl really went all out!

This was naturally Shen Ruolan's handiwork. That bastard Yang Fan dared to say he was heavy; how could she not teach him a lesson? But when she saw Yang Fan's pained expression, she couldn't bear it. The hand that had been pinching his soft flesh turned into a gentle caress...

Slightly taken aback, Yang Fan hadn't expected Shen Ruolan to suddenly become so gentle. But now was not the time to enjoy a beautiful woman's kindness. If Shen Ruoxi weren't around, that would be perfect, but now... one word: endure!

Seeing Yang Fan's pained expression, Shen Ruoxi assumed he couldn't take it anymore and jumped off the chair into the water. At this moment, the last trace of doubt in her heart had vanished. Thinking about it, it makes sense. One is her own sister, and the other is her lover. If something were to happen between them, wouldn't it be chaotic...?

Because of love, she felt far more for her sister than ordinary feelings. If one day she saw her aunt marry someone else, she really didn't know how she would face it. In her eyes, her sister was perfect, and no man in the world was worthy of her.

But if it were Yang Fan, it would be different. Not only would she not have to separate from her sister, but she could also... Ugh, what nonsense! Even Shen Ruoxi herself was startled by her own bold idea, but for some reason, at that moment, she even had an impulse to bring the two together!

"Ruolan, where are you hurt? Is it serious?"

Coming to their side, Shen Ruoxi asked with concern. Although the two had separated, they couldn't completely separate to keep the lie convincing, so Yang Fan's hand was still around Shen Ruolan's armpit.

"Much better, but my foot still hurts a bit. Sis, help me upstairs, I'll be fine after a rest!"

The situation was rather awkward, making Shen Ruolan seem somewhat unnatural even when she wanted to be cheerful. Shen Ruoxi, however, assumed this was due to pain, making her think the other woman's injury was serious. Her worry deepened: "Yang Fan, what are you standing there for? Quickly help Ruolan upstairs!"

Despite being unexpectedly scolded, Yang Fan wasn't annoyed at all. He scurried over to Shen Ruolan's side, and together with Shen Ruoxi, they helped her up and headed towards the shore.

Once ashore, Shen Ruoxi helped her sister change clothes. Things had progressed to this point, so soaking in the hot spring was out of the question. To cover up the earlier embarrassment, Shen Ruolan, after changing, still limped, requiring Shen Ruoxi's assistance to get out.

"Ruolan, are you alright? You look so uncomfortable. If it gets really bad, maybe we should go to the hospital?"

Seeing Shen Ruolan's pained expression, Shen Ruoxi asked with concern.

"No need, it's nothing. I'll be fine after resting for a while. Why don't we go home first?"

Given the situation, continuing the charade would only worsen, so Shen Ruolan had no choice but to trick Shen Ruoxi into going home.

"Ruolan, you always try to be strong! You're clearly in so much pain you're about to collapse. You're still acting like you're invincible! Do you think I don't know you? Alright, let's go back first. Yang Fan, come here and carry Ruolan, I need to get my things."

At this moment, Shen Ruoxi spoke like an elder, with a hint of command. But it must be said, years of military service had given her a certain air of authority

when she was serious, even Shen Ruolan was silenced. He chuckled. As the saying goes, not taking advantage of a good opportunity is foolish. If Yang Fan didn't seize such a good opportunity, he'd be asking for trouble! Especially now, with Shen Ruoxi speaking up, even if he did gain an advantage later, Shen Ruolan would only be left with a bitter pill to swallow.

Reaching Shen Ruolan's side, he spread his arms, one hand around her legs, the other around her shoulder, and with a swift movement, lifted her to his chest.

"Ah!"

Shen Ruolan exclaimed, feeling as if she were suspended in mid-air. She hurriedly wrapped her arms around Yang Fan's neck. At this moment, even if she was unwilling, she could only let this guy have her way! Thinking of this, her heart, which had been in turmoil, finally found a calm. She couldn't help but feel at ease and leaned against Yang Fan's chest.

Feeling his strong and powerful heartbeat, Shen Ruolan suddenly realized that no matter how strong a woman is, she still needs a strong chest, a place to shelter her from the wind and rain, and a man!

Only then could she feel like a real woman. Otherwise, she would always feel uneasy, especially in the dead of night. This fear would become even stronger, as if it could burn everything, leaving her with no sense of security!

Women are like flowers, women are like water. In Shen Ruolan's eyes, this was just an excuse for men to play with women. It was worthless. She could live well and happily without a man. But now, she realized she was wrong, terribly wrong. She understood that a woman truly needs a man's love and care; only then can a woman realize her true self-worth. In fact, realizing one's self-worth doesn't necessarily require being strong or better than others in every way. It turns out, even a petite woman has her own happiness!

At this moment, Shen Ruolan appeared very serene. Like a docile kitten, she silently endured her suffering, lying quietly in Yang Fan's arms, even her hands involuntarily wrapping around his waist…

Upon leaving the private room, Yang Fan and his group naturally attracted countless stares. The three went in straight, but one came out sideways, still with a tender expression, inevitably arousing speculation. The gossipy women immediately began chattering amongst themselves.

"I knew it! That guy's tall and muscular, with that protruding nose, he must be amazing in bed. See? Three guys went in, and one came out lying down. Tsk tsk, three rounds! He's so virile. If my man had his abilities, I'd be living the dream!"

A fairly attractive woman, Bai Ling, pointed and gestured from a distance.

"Pshaw, your man's got that kind of prowess? His beer belly's practically touching the ground. He'd be lucky to last thirty seconds. By the way, how was that guy you picked up last week? He was pretty good-looking, wasn't he?"

one of her companions said.

"What do you mean 'not bad'? That guy's all talk and no action. He couldn't even last two or three moves. If he weren't so young, and if I weren't just looking for a taste, I would have kicked him away long ago. You know what? That kid actually told me he loved me and wanted to marry me? Love is

nothing! If I didn't have a few million, would he even love me?" "Yeah, in this day and age, what real love is there anymore? It's all just a few moves, tsk tsk. But this guy looks pretty good. Those two young girls are too young to handle him. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to take her down without a three-hundred-round battle..."

These women, though attractive, were clearly opportunistic. Their ability to speak so freely suggested they had some status. Therefore, although many people cast disdainful glances, no one said anything.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Shen Ruoxi had never suffered such an insult before. Already in a bad mood because of her sister's injury, she immediately became furious upon hearing the women's teasing. Her face turned bright red with anger, but because of her stunningly beautiful features, she looked as if she had suffered a great injustice despite her anger, evoking pity.

"Oh dear, little sister, still embarrassed? You've already done it, what are you afraid of what others will say? Don't worry, if you're not coming, just call me. I'm a director of Huang Cheng Company. Just give me a call, don't worry, I guarantee I'll be there whenever you call!"

Although the woman was speaking to Shen Ruoxi, her eyes were fixed on Yang Fan. As she spoke, she even gave Yang Fan a flirtatious wink, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer.

Although she introduced herself, anyone who wasn't stupid could tell that she was showing off, telling Shen Ruoxi that she couldn't afford to mess with her, and demonstrating her power to Yang Fan. In short, she just wanted to seduce Yang Fan!

"Hmph!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but let out a cold snort. Being treated like a sucker would make any man with a shred of pride indignant, especially since, let alone that company he'd never even heard of, her looks weren't

even worthy of carrying his shoes! With that cold snort, the temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop. The woman felt it most intensely, as Yang Fan was targeting her.

She stumbled back several steps, finally collapsing to the ground. This middle-aged woman, usually quite worldly, felt as if the sky had fallen when Yang Fan merely snorted. She knew perfectly well that if she dared to utter another word, utter destruction would await her. Therefore, despite her resentment, she wisely chose to remain silent.

The women beside her were also clearly worldly women, knowing who they could offend and who they couldn't. This seemingly young man was definitely not someone they could afford to mess with. Little did they know, Yang Fan was merely giving them a slight lesson. With his strength, if he wanted to deal with these people, a single glance would be enough to turn them into idiots, leaving them completely unaware of their own deaths.

Especially after fusing with the three Holy Buddha Relics, he possessed an unassailable majesty. This unique domineering aura could make even the most powerful things submit, let alone a few weak women before him.

Fortunately, at this moment, the bathhouse's lobby manager arrived. This lobby manager was a woman in her early thirties, fair-skinned and clean-cut. Although not particularly beautiful, she gave off an approachable feeling; one could tell at a glance that she had been in the business world for many years.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm the lobby manager here. Is this young lady injured? Should I call an ambulance?"

Approaching Yang Fan, the lobby manager introduced herself. She deliberately ignored the earlier incident, clearly knowing that both sides were people she couldn't afford to offend, and that taking sides would only lead to trouble. However, it must be said that her ability to read people was enough to show that the person before her was no ordinary individual.

"No need, just call me a taxi!"

Yang Fan glanced at her meaningfully, not wanting to bother with those idle women; doing so would only lower his status.

"Okay, I'll take care of it right away!"

Hearing that Yang Fan didn't want to pursue the matter, the lobby manager secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know Yang Fan's true identity, but she knew Shen Ruolan's bottom line very well. Not only was Shen Ruolan's background enough to crush her, but just the fact that she was a platinum VIP here meant she was someone she couldn't afford to offend.

Presumably, anyone who could be with her couldn't be an ordinary person, especially that man. The fact that he could hold her so intimately indicated his extraordinary status. Not to mention, a single glance from him could send chills down her spine. That aura alone wasn't something an ordinary person could cultivate; such an atmosphere could only be formed by someone who had long held a high position and could easily control the lives of others.

Chapter 493 [Beauty in My Arms]

And this feeling was strongest not from the lobby manager, nor from the woman, but from Shen Ruolan in Yang Fan's arms! Because she was lying in Yang Fan's arms, closest to him, the shock from that aura was the most intense for her.

Having grown up in a prestigious family, she was surprisingly independent, yet her experience far surpassed that of ordinary people. Yang Fan's fleeting glance just now carried an incredibly strong killing intent—an intent she had only ever felt from one person: her own father!

Her father spent his life in the military, commanding millions of troops. In those war-torn years, he slaughtered his way across the land, achieving great feats for China and ultimately attaining unparalleled fame. But as the saying goes, "one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand," and countless lives, directly or indirectly, were lost at his hands during his years of warfare. Because of this, whenever her father was angry, he exuded a terrifying killing intent, and she dared not utter a sound from him.

Not to mention herself, who in the entire family dared to raise their voice when her father was angry? She clearly remembered eighteen years ago, when she was only seven years old, her father, for some unknown reason, flew into a rage. That was the most profound memory she had ever had, and she would never forget his god-like figure until her death!

But now, she sensed the same aura emanating from Yang Fan as her father. Moreover, this aura emanating from Yang Fan was even stronger and more intense than her father's, to the point that it was beyond description. Regardless of the reason, the feeling for Shen Ruolan was both familiar and strange. She seemed to have returned to the age of seven, to that unforgettable day!

Thinking about it, it had been almost two or three years since she had gone back. Although there was some distance between her and her father, blood was thicker than water, and even the most unbreakable debts couldn't compare to kinship. Lying in Yang Fan's arms, Shen Ruolan actually resolved a matter that had weighed on her heart for over ten years…

Lying in Yang Fan's arms was certainly comfortable, but gradually, Shen Ruolan noticed something was amiss! For men, the knees are nothing special, but for women, it's a very important dividing line. Below the knees, the area is often exposed and seen, so there are basically no erogenous zones. But above the knees, it's different. The closer to the groin, the more concentrated the erogenous zones become, especially on the inner thighs, where they are extremely densely distributed. Some women can even reach their peak simply by having their inner thighs touched!

Although Shen Ruolan's condition wasn't quite as severe, the inner thighs were still a significant erogenous zone for her. Yang Fan's left hand, coincidentally, was positioned near her inner thigh, supporting half her weight. Normally, Yang Fan's hand should have been near the back of her knee!

Unfortunately, Shen Ruolan didn't pay attention to this, because the intermittent itching there made her want to scratch, but given her current situation, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Feeling uncomfortable all over, Shen Ruolan could only wriggle her body, trying to escape Yang Fan's almost harassing embrace by moving little by little.

Yang Fan quickly noticed Shen Ruolan's discomfort; the idea that Shen Ruolan had interrupted at the hospital now had a chance to be implemented. At the time, Yang Fan had considered jokingly exposing Shen Ruolan's intentions, but Shen Ruolan's reaction interrupted his thoughts...

Sensing Shen Ruolan's movement, Yang Fan quickly guessed the specific reason, and because of this, he changed his strategy and decided to continue testing Shen Ruolan's true thoughts.

Yang Fan's left hand was almost below Shen Ruolan's legs, close to his chest, a relatively effortless position that he could maintain for a long time. Because of this convenient position, Yang Fan's fingers had a wide range of movement.

For the purpose of testing, Yang Fan subtly slid his middle finger, making a contraction motion. This ordinary action, used normally, had a different meaning at this moment.

With just a slid of his middle finger, Yang Fan felt the elasticity beneath Shen Ruolan's thin athletic pants. Thighs that are regularly exercised are different from those of someone who sits in an office all day. Although Shen Ruolan's legs were well-shaped, they were rather pale and soft, lacking in elasticity. Shen Ruolan was different; her legs were incredibly elastic, the kind that bounce back immediately when pressed.

If it were just a slight slide, it wouldn't be a problem; Shen Ruolan could endure it. But Yang Fan's finger slid along Shen Ruolan's right leg, then curled up, and with a "pop," it landed precisely between her legs, wedged firmly into the extremely sensitive area of her inner thigh.

The middle finger, usually the longest of the five fingers, is typically seven or eight centimeters long when upright, sometimes even eleven or twelve centimeters. Hard and hot, aside from being a little thin and short, a middle finger is practically no different from a man's penis! Under such circumstances, how could Shen Ruolan not become even more tense? She trembled all over, almost letting out a cry!

Yang Fan clearly felt that when his middle finger slid between Shen Ruolan's legs, she shuddered, her gluteal muscles immediately tightened, and her thighs pressed even more tightly together, almost immobilizing his middle finger. If Yang Fan had placed a hand between Shen Ruolan's legs, perhaps Shen Ruolan could have successfully stopped him. Unfortunately, Yang Fan only placed his middle finger! A middle finger that might be considered too thin at times, but in this case, it was just right!

What can a middle finger do? Lift things, scratch an itch, write with water… it seems it can do quite a lot. But sometimes, its only function is… to relieve an itch!

Clearly, Yang Fan had already noticed Shen Ruolan's unspeakable discomfort, and he kindly prepared to help her. However, judging from Shen Ruolan's reaction, she didn't intend to cooperate.

One was willing to help relieve an itch, but the other didn't appreciate it. This increased the potential for unpredictable changes for both parties. Yang Fan slightly moved his middle finger, and before he could decide what to do next, he felt Shen Ruolan, whom he was holding, arch her back forcefully as if she had been electrocuted.

At this moment, Shen Ruolan's feelings were extremely complicated. She couldn't tell whether it was regret or something else. She clearly felt Yang Fan's evil finger wriggling in her very sensitive area. Then, it felt like she had been tickled and then stimulated with an electric current, both itchy and numb.

When touching a woman's erogenous zones, the worst thing you can do is glide over them quickly and rush down. The best approach is to proceed slowly, stopping and starting. Yang Fan understood this perfectly, his middle finger moving between Shen Ruolan's legs in various ways. One moment, his middle finger would curl slightly, grasping at the left and stroking the right. The next moment, it would straighten again, creeping forward along the back of Shen Ruolan's legs.

As Yang Fan's movements deepened, Shen Ruolan's heart felt as if it had been lifted high into the air, hanging precariously. Trying to clench her fists was futile. That middle finger, like a screw, could penetrate even deeper with the slightest twist.

Seeing that Yang Fan was about to touch her most intimate place, Shen Ruolan felt a chill run through her body, as if a liquid was about to burst forth. In a moment of impulsiveness, she immediately released the hand that was wrapped around Yang Fan's neck and grabbed his left arm instead. Then she looked at Yang Fan with a mournful expression. She shook her head frantically.

Perhaps due to her military family background and rigorous military training from a young age, Shen Ruolan's small, sculpted face always exuded fortitude and heroic spirit. A melancholic, delicate expression was simply not her thing. And it was precisely because of this that Shen Ruolan's gaze gave Yang Fan the illusion of an ancient Greek statue coming to life; that moment of shock was deeply etched into his heart.

Yang Fan stopped, not daring to go any further. He smiled at Shen Ruolan, then leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're injured, don't move around. Do you want your sister to know what just happened?"

Shen Ruolan shuddered again, her eyes involuntarily turning to look at Shen Ruoxi beside her. That beautiful figure now wore a worried expression! At that moment, a deep sense of guilt welled up in Shen Ruolan's heart. She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Right now, her sister's boyfriend was doing something beyond friendship with her, and her sister was right there. This made her feel both guilty and a little excited…

She had to navigate among the women, carefully maintaining their relationships, not letting… Jealousy between the two, even escalating to physical violence, is a highly demanding and exhausting task, requiring both physical and mental effort. Undeniably, the more time Yang Fan spent with Shen Ruolan, the more he grew to like her. Otherwise, he would never have picked her up or made any actions that would harass her.

Intimate contact between lovers, no matter how indecent, is seen as overflowing with passion by others. If a man were to secretly watch a strange woman, even unintentionally, he would be labeled "perverted," let alone engage in excessive harassment.

Because he liked her, Yang Fan believed he could do these things, and he knew Shen Ruolan wouldn't object. At most, she would be constrained by a woman's modesty. "Holding it, feigning acceptance, is all it takes." Yang Fan swiftly placed his middle finger against Shen Ruolan's private parts, effectively silencing her.

Shen Ruolan was filled with a mix of shyness, anger, indignation for Shen Ruoxi, and secret joy. All these emotions surged within her at once… No matter how sensitive the inner thighs were, they couldn't compare to that most mysterious place. Like a man's genitals, a woman's genitals were where nerve endings were most concentrated. Even a slight touch could produce intense sensations. Taking advantage of Shen Ruolan's momentary lapse in attention, Yang Fan launched a surprise attack, instantly plunging her into an irresistible state.

It was a feeling she had never experienced before. If she had to describe it, Shen Ruolan felt it was only the utter weakness she felt after drinking alcohol… There was a strange sense of pleasure, a feeling that could barely be compared to this. Unfortunately, it was only a weak comparison; no matter how intoxicating the alcohol was, it couldn't compare to even a fraction of this feeling!

Shen Ruolan felt as if, in just a moment, her entire body had become lighter. A voice beckoned to her, urging her to shift her body, gently rubbing herself, to intensify the pleasure!

The caresses, the teasing, the stimulation—the various movements of her fingers brought Yang Fan primarily psychological pleasure. Watching Shen Ruolan's strikingly beautiful face, like a Greek sculpture, change expressions with his movements, watching this charming policewoman experience the most pleasurable pleasure a woman could feel under his touch, Yang Fan's mood was equally ecstatic.

"If she could wear a cheongsam now, that would be even more perfect!" Yang

Fan twitched his middle finger, letting out a soft sigh. He'd always had a soft spot for cheongsams, which flattered a woman's figure, especially for someone like Shen Ruolan, who was known for her promiscuity. A cheongsam perfectly accentuated her beauty!

Feeling he'd had enough stimulation, Yang Fan gradually slowed his movements, leaning close to Shen Ruolan's ear and whispering, "Remember, no yelling, or I'll show your sister the wet stains on my hands!"

Shen Ruolan felt a tickle in her ear and immediately became more alert. Hearing Yang Fan's threat, she became even more sober. Turning to look at the seemingly frail face so close to hers, Shen Ruolan couldn't help but mutter, "Beast!" Yang Fan looked up

, shrugged indifferently, and grinned at Shen Ruolan, saying, "Being a beast is better than being worse than a beast! Your statement reminds me of a psychological test question. "

Shen Ruolan gave a soft snort, clearly not wanting to acknowledge Yang Fan, but unable to resist her curiosity, she asked, "What kind of psychological test?" Yang

Fan smiled again, paused for a moment, and then said, "Imagine a man stranded on a deserted island. A beautiful woman passes by in a boat, but the boat can only hold one person. If you were that man, what would you do? There are four options: First, steal the boat and leave. Second, kill the woman, steal the boat, and leave, because the woman will die alone on the island anyway. Third, keep the woman and spend every day making love with her. Fourth, let the woman leave." Reason

told Shen Ruolan not to engage with Yang Fan's topic, but she couldn't resist her curiosity. It's said that women are extremely curious creatures, and Shen Ruolan's curiosity was on full display. Although she didn't ask, her curious eyes told Yang Fan.

Chapter 494 [More Beastly Than a Beast]

Yang Fan was just talking to himself and hadn't expected Shen Ruolan to initiate the conversation. He couldn't help but laugh, "A man who steals a boat and runs away is a beast, just like your assessment of me. A man who steals a boat, runs away, and then kills a beautiful woman is worse than a beast. Like I just said, a beast is better than a beast!"

"And the last one?"

Shen Ruolan asked, looking at Yang Fan with obvious curiosity. Her expression was unmistakably curious, but Yang Fan didn't notice the mockery hidden beneath her curiosity!

Yang Fan laughed out loud and shook his head, "Okay! Okay! Okay! I just felt that the topic wasn't appropriate for us to discuss, so I didn't say anything, and you ended up making fun of me." A man who keeps a beautiful woman around and does *that* every day is worse than a beast. A man who lets a beautiful woman leave is not only worse than a beast, but also more stupid! Understand?"

Shen Ruolan lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then nodded as if suddenly enlightened, saying, "I don't understand!"

Yang Fan choked on his words, unable to speak for a long time, staring at Shen Ruolan speechlessly. Seeing Yang Fan being teased by her, Shen Ruolan couldn't help but giggle, and after a while, she whispered, "Actually, I shouldn't have called you a beast, because... you're even more of a beast than a beast!" "

..."

Although she spoke softly, Yang Fan heard her clearly. Now he realized that she had tricked him. But since she said he was even more beastly than a beast, wouldn't it be a shame not to do something? Immediately, Yang Fan's middle finger unconsciously increased its pressure.

"Mmm..."

A voice that was both coquettish and alluring came. Although Shen Ruolan tried her best to restrain herself, her body was sincere. Her flushed cheeks said it all!

Fortunately, at this time, the lobby manager had already prepared a car for the three of them. This section of the road was not a dedicated lane, and at this time of day, it would be difficult to flag down a car. Fortunately, the lobby manager had a bright idea and drove out his private car to drive them.

Once in the taxi, Yang Fan and Shen Ruolan avoided any further close contact, remaining silent the entire way until they arrived at Shen Ruolan's apartment complex.

Shen Ruolan's apartment was a typical small studio apartment in Kyoto. It consisted of one bedroom, one kitchen, and one bathroom. Another bedroom and a balcony—that was all there was to Shen Ruolan's home.

Fortunately, although the apartment wasn't very large, the living room was quite spacious. A long sofa didn't take up too much space. Between the sofa and the TV cabinet was a round plush rug embroidered with cute cartoon patterns. It was on this sofa that the two of them conducted their secret act of peeping and counter-peeping!

The bathroom and bedroom doors faced each other; to exit the bathroom, one had to pass through the living room. The balcony connected to the living room, separated by a glass door and a dark brown curtain. Stepping out, one could feel the fresh air on the balcony, a subtle earthy scent that instantly invigorated the senses.

It was now the transition between day and night; the sun had cast its last rays, and the sky was already dark enough to require lamps. Yang Fan stood on the balcony and could see the lights already twinkling in the buildings across the street. Silver-gray streetlights illuminated the lawn below. Night had fallen unnoticed.

After visiting Shen Ruolan's house, Yang Fan returned to the living room, only to find Shen Ruoxi and Shen Ruolan nowhere to be seen. Looking around, he noticed something amiss: the door to Shen Ruolan's bedroom, which had been open, was now tightly shut. A moment's thought revealed that the two sisters had gone to their room to discuss some private matters!

With nothing else to do, Yang Fan decided to cook something. Shen Ruoxi took care of everything at home, so Yang Fan didn't need to worry about it. He hadn't cooked in a long time since returning, and for some reason, he decided to cook for himself today and show off his culinary skills!

Yang Fan entered the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found it filled with vegetables, not a single leftover. Upon closer inspection, he noticed some leaves were slightly yellowing, indicating Shen Ruolan didn't cook often. He sighed and shook his head, taking out the ingredients he needed and placing them on the stove before getting to work. His

excellent knife skills allowed him to cut the vegetables into uniform pieces of thickness, length, and size. When stir-frying, these uniformly sized ingredients would heat evenly, resulting in a delicious dish. Yang Fan was clearly skilled with his knife; with swift, deft movements, he transformed the pile of vegetables into neatly arranged plates. By the time Shen Ruolan came out, he had already started cooking.

"Huh? What smells so good?"

Shen Ruolan gently sniffed the air, taking a deep breath.

The bedroom door wasn't fully closed, and Shen Ruolan, who was lying on Shen Ruoxi's bed, was fortunate enough to smell a bit of it. She chimed in, "Yes, it smells so good! Sis, is your neighbor cooking? I remember your braised beef is the best, sis, could you make some for me?"

Shen Ruolan turned around and playfully scolded Shen Ruoxi, "You little rascal, you're so greedy! Okay! Okay! I'll make... Oh! I remember! Last time you said you wanted to cook for yourself and learn how to make beef. I bought everything, but you didn't come over, and then..." "That tender beef went bad sitting in the fridge!"

Shen Ruoxi waved her hand dismissively. "It's just stir-fried tender beef! I'll make it for you whenever I have time! Let me tell you, I've actually studied this recipe! Hmph, once I've cooked it, it'll smell amazing!" "Hmm...hmm? I think I smell stir-fried beef? Am I hallucinating?"

Shen Ruoxi sniffed again and shook her head. "It's not a hallucination. Someone nearby should be stir-frying beef. Let me check first, I'll tell you later."

With that, she walked towards the balcony.

Passing the kitchen, Shen Ruoxi glimpsed someone inside. Looking closer, she saw Yang Fan stirring something in a wok.

"Yang Fan, you can cook?"

Shen Ruoxi rushed into the kitchen in disbelief, her eyes wide.

Yang Fan effortlessly tossed the wok, not even moving the spatula, and turned to Shen Ruoxi with a smile, saying, "Cooking isn't some advanced skill. What's this talk of 'can't cook'? If someone can't cook and can't find a wife, won't they just starve to death?"

Shen Ruoxi blushed, stammering, "I...I can't cook. I...I used to eat takeout..."

Yang Fan gave Shen Ruoxi a deep look, smiling knowingly, "So, meeting me is your blessing. You should cherish it!"

Shen Ruoxi wrinkled her nose, gave Yang Fan a light glare, walked behind him, and hugged him tightly, saying, "Yes! Yes! I will definitely cherish it very, very much!"

Yang Fan patted Shen Ruoxi's head with his free hand, a happy smile on his face.

Home, wife, kitchen, and if there were some children too...perhaps life would be perfect! Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh. He wanted a peaceful life, but life always seemed to prevent him from finding peace, especially now. The troubles of the various holy lands weighed heavily on his shoulders like a heavy burden!

Feeling Shen Ruoxi's affection behind him, Yang Fan felt a surge of warmth in his heart. To be honest, they hadn't spent much time together. Although she had lived with him for a while recently, compared to that, Dongfang Lan had spent more time with him.

Thinking of the past, Yang Fan turned off the stove, turned to face Shen Ruoxi, and with a quick movement, pulled her into his arms. Silence spoke volumes; he just wanted to hold her tight and enjoy this rare moment of warmth.

Hearing Yang Fan's embrace, Shen Ruoxi's body went limp, leaning against his shoulder, too lazy to move. On their first meeting, Yang Fan had taken advantage of her so much. Thinking about it, this guy hadn't exactly been well-behaved. Shen Ruoxi thought for a moment, then snorted, "Hmph! How come I never noticed before how improper you were? Turns out you're a complete scoundrel! I thought you were a decent person!"

"Decent?"

Yang Fan chuckled. If he had tried to control his feelings and avoid trouble before, that could be considered being decent, then in a way, he really was somewhat decent. Unfortunately, he wasn't good at hiding his true feelings; otherwise, he wouldn't have revealed his true colors to Shen Ruoxi. Later, he simply couldn't control himself, accumulating more and more romantic entanglements.

Shen Ruoxi gave a soft "hmm" and continued, "Yes! Before, if I accidentally took advantage of someone, I would try my best to control myself. But now..."

But what was "now"? Shen Ruoxi didn't finish her sentence, nor could she continue. Because her lips had been sealed by Yang Fan. With a forceful kiss, Yang Fan showed Shen Ruoxi that he was anything but a decent person!

"Mmm...mmm..."

The passionate, sweet kiss made her reluctant to let go of this lingering feeling, but she still had to pull away slightly, panting, "Yang Fan...Ruolan...Ruolan is still in the room! She'll find out!"

Yang Fan lightly pecked Shen Ruoxi's lips, saying nonchalantly, "So what if Ruolan finds out? We're a couple, nothing we do is wrong. Besides, if Ruolan really finds out, then our relationship will be officially settled, won't it? Moreover, we just kissed!" "

Saying that, he kissed her again.

In Yang Fan's heart, he didn't necessarily want Shen Ruolan to discover something. If the situation could escalate to something even more unbearable, that would be even better! Then, he could kill two birds with one stone, wouldn't that be wonderful?

The last time he kissed Shen Ruoxi, due to the time and place, it was at most a brief kiss. But now, he didn't intend to let her go so quickly. He transformed the simple wet kiss into many variations. He even used his tongue to swirl around in her mouth, enveloping her little tongue, stimulating her sensitive areas little by little!"

Just a kiss? That's for children. Yang Fan had no intention of ending it with just one kiss. Otherwise, wouldn't he be unworthy of the "beast" nickname Shen Ruolan had given him?

While passionately kissing Shen Ruoxi, Yang Fan's hands roamed all over Shen Ruoxi's suit. Her breasts were soft and pleasant to touch. Once Yang Fan touched them, he couldn't bear to let go. Through her clothes, he gently kneaded those soft mounds, searching for the hickeys.

Only Yang Fan's left hand explored Shen Ruoxi's breasts; his right hand rested on Shen Ruoxi's waist. Pressing against her clothes, he slowly moved downwards. When he reached Shen Ruoxi's buttocks, Yang Fan paused briefly, caressing them for a while, carefully feeling their firmness. Unfortunately, that wasn't Yang Fan's focus. He only touched there for a short while before continuing downwards. He continued until he reached Shen Ruoxi's beautiful legs clad in stockings.

The stockings were incredibly smooth, almost completely blocking out the skin's natural feel, leaving only a slight elasticity. Even so, Yang Fan found a unique pleasure in them. Slowly moving upwards along the stockings, the barely perceptible barrier remained. Yang Fan touched Shen Ruoxi's hip bone before Shen Ruoxi pressed down on him with her hand. She gasped for breath, struggling to break free from Yang Fan's passionate kiss, her eyes glazed: "Yang Fan, no…don't…"

At this moment, Shen Ruoxi retained only a sliver of consciousness. Yang Fan was certain that with just a little more force, he could take her right now.

"Tonight…let's do it again tonight, okay?"

Yang Fan's left hand was still roaming over Shen Ruoxi's breasts, making it difficult for her to speak coherently.

"Tonight?"

Yang Fan frowned slightly, glancing at his lower body. "But I'm so uncomfortable!"

Shen Ruoxi followed his gaze and saw the prominent tent in Yang Fan's pants. Her senses cleared instantly, and she blushed, spitting out a curse. "Pah! You're such a scoundrel! Let me go! What will Ruolan do if she sees?"

Just then, Shen Ruolan's voice came from the living room: "What? What will she do if she sees?"

Shen Ruoxi only had time to break free from Yang Fan, turn around, and shield him behind her. There was no time for anything else. Fortunately, her clothes weren't undressed; they were only slightly concealed, and Shen Ruolan wouldn't notice such details.

Shen Ruolan didn't rush into the kitchen. She peeked inside for a while, then asked suspiciously, "What are you two doing? Why are your faces so red?"

Yang Fan picked up the wok and waved it, saying, "We were just cooking. We probably got steamed. We were just about to plate it. Do you want to try some?"

Shen Ruoxi was trying to figure out how to trick Shen Ruolan into leaving, but Yang Fan was already asking her to try the food. Wasn't that clearly trying to stop her from doing so? For a moment, Shen Ruoxi wanted to devour Yang Fan, but in front of her sister, she was helpless and couldn't possibly object.

She glared at Yang Fan and could only try to breathe, trying to calm herself down so that Shen Ruolan wouldn't notice her embarrassment.

Chapter 495 [Picking Corn]

"What? You can actually cook? Did you cook that beef just now?"

Sure enough, Shen Ruolan rushed into the kitchen with a look of surprise. Before even seeing the food, she bombarded Yang Fan with questions. Then, without waiting for Yang Fan's reply, Shen Ruolan looked around the stove, exclaiming with delight, "Wow!... Did you really make all this? These are all my favorite dishes!"

Yang Fan shrugged, plated the stir-fried beef from the pot, and stepped back a little, saying, "Make some soup, and it'll be almost done. Ruoxi, could you wash the dishes?"

Just as he spoke, before Shen Ruoxi could even move, Shen Ruolan stopped her, walking inside herself, saying, "I'll do it! I'll do it! I accidentally got injured today, causing you so much trouble. I'll do these small things as a way of thanking you." After taking

a few steps, Shen Ruolan got stuck, unable to move...

Because it was a small apartment, Shen Ruolan's kitchen wasn't very big; it was long and deep, but not wide enough. It could fit three people standing sideways, but if they were stacked on top of each other, it would be a problem in terms of width. The water heater and faucets in the kitchen are located further inside, while the stove is further out. Therefore, to wash dishes, one has to squeeze into the back.

This is why Yang Fan asked Shen Ruoxi to wash the dishes; he hadn't expected Shen Ruolan to be so proactive, and neither had Shen Ruoxi. Given Shen Ruolan's personality, she acted on her impulses without giving any time to react. Therefore, neither Yang Fan nor Shen Ruoxi had time to stop her.

As Shen Ruolan brushed past Yang Fan, she managed to squeeze one leg through, only to be stuck by a stick that had hardened after being partially limp, leaving her unable to move forward or backward. The situation was beyond "awkward."

Yang Fan, with his back against the kitchen cabinet, had nowhere to retreat; any attempt to tuck in his rear end was futile. Shen Ruolan was facing the stove, with no way forward either. Going left or right yielded the same result. Because her buttocks were so soft and her movements so fast, Yang Fan, whose penis was already half-erect, immediately became erect again after being rubbed by her, and coincidentally, it got stuck between her legs.

Unless Shen Ruolan could fly, she could only wait for Yang Fan to calm down and for "Little Yang Fan" to return to normal as soon as possible. Shen Ruoxi was dumbfounded and also found it a little funny when she saw the situation become so bad. In her opinion, the position between her aunt and Yang Fan was both ambiguous and strange.

Yang Fan looked at Shen Ruoxi helplessly, trying his best to show his innocence. He also raised his hands hanging at his sides to indicate that he had not done anything improper.

After Shen Ruolan was pinned down by Yang Fan, she did try to find a way out, but no matter which direction she exerted force, she could not get rid of it. If she moved even slightly, she would feel something was wrong. The thing behind her was not only hard enough, but also constantly radiating heat, making her mind messy, as if there was a tangled rope inside her.

"If they weren't dressed, they really would look like a pair of adulterous lovers!"

Shen Ruoxi secretly mocked her sister and lover. Unable to think of a good way to rescue them, she simply exclaimed "Ah!" and turned to walk towards the living room, saying as she left, "I still need to tidy the table. Ruolan, hurry up and wash the dishes, don't be lazy!"

No one wanted this situation to happen. Clever as Shen Ruoxi was, she naturally wouldn't be unreasonable and actually berate her lover and sister as adulterers. Staying there wouldn't help; it would only make things more awkward for them. Therefore, the best course of action was to leave!

After Shen Ruoxi left the kitchen, only Yang Fan and Shen Ruolan remained. Pinned immobile by Yang Fan's erection, if anyone knew, they'd probably laugh themselves to death. Shen Ruolan didn't dare think about it now; just the thought filled her mind with more than just shame and anger.

"What to do? How to get out of this predicament?"

Shen Ruolan was almost frantic, but couldn't think of any good solutions. Looking back, it seemed that every time she had an awkward encounter with him, it started with him pointing a weapon at her; it seemed she and that nemesis had an inseparable connection!

She had tried moving left and right, everything, but besides increasing friction, making them stick together more tightly, and letting that damned thing penetrate deeper, it didn't help at all.

Yang Fan himself was somewhat enjoying the current situation. His and Shen Ruolan's clothes weren't thick, and in this unusually intimate position, it was easy to feel something. But since Shen Ruoxi had already seen this, he didn't want anything to happen under these circumstances.

Chest out, stomach in! He tried to shrink back, but couldn't. Yang Fan's back was already pressed against the storage cabinet; any further and he'd have to break through the wooden board and end up inside! He desperately tried to suppress his desire. He didn't want his erection, he didn't want his manhood to touch Shen Ruolan, but the situation seemed beyond his control…

Shen Ruolan's waist pressed inward unguardedly, not wanting to leave even the slightest gap between them. Having finally received this long-awaited embrace, she wanted to linger a little longer, even though she knew perfectly well that the person holding her was Yang Fan, her niece's boyfriend. But she couldn't resist, even if it was just a brief indulgence, a good… good moment of leaning against him. She was just… so tired!

He touched it… Yang Fan clearly felt it in his lower body, feeling his little thing touch something soft—it was Shen Ruolan's buttocks, those full and perky buttocks, the buttocks he had longed for for so long… A gentle rub brought intense pleasure, and Yang Fan's hands involuntarily clenched tightly; he couldn't control himself…

Shen Ruolan's body trembled slightly. Having experienced the ways of the world, she was naturally familiar with what was behind her. To that strange yet familiar thing, her body felt a slight desire, unrelated to love, simply because of physical needs. She unconsciously trembled slightly, her body lowering further. She felt that shameful thing, that erect and hard erection, and her hand unconsciously reached back to touch it…

“In my opinion, we should wait for it to slowly return to its original state. The more you move, the more active it becomes.”

While enjoying the beauty of the friction, Yang Fan paid attention to Shen Ruolan's movements. It wasn't that he had no ideas, but he found Shen Ruolan's helpless appearance amusing, and more importantly, he could enjoy the sensation of Shen Ruolan's beautiful buttocks rubbing against him. Therefore, he was only offering a seemingly kind suggestion.

It was only a novice like Shen Ruolan who panicked in this situation. If it were a seasoned veteran, a few quick movements of her hips would have allowed Yang Fan to arouse first, resolving the problem. A more ruthless person might simply break Yang Fan's member in half, like a bear breaking off corn, solving the problem instantly.

At worst, someone with a quick mind could ask Yang Fan for help, using him and the stove for leverage to leap away and escape their predicament.

Unfortunately, Shen Ruolan was neither a veteran nor quick-witted, and she couldn't bring herself to break Yang Fan's member. Therefore, she was helplessly pinned to the stove by Yang Fan, not daring to move even slightly.

"How can this be? My sister is still outside! Who knows how long it will take you to recover!"

Shen Ruolan was very anxious. If Shen Ruoxi weren't there, she could wait patiently, or even just give up... but she was right outside! Bai Ji and her niece's boyfriend were maintaining this ambiguous position together—what was going on?

Yang Fan leaned closer to Shen Ruolan, whispering in her ear, "Actually, there is a solution."

Shen Ruolan was very uncomfortable with Yang Fan's intimate manner. Her mind was in a whirl, and even her body felt weak. She shifted slightly forward and glanced at Yang Fan. She said anxiously, "Just tell me what the solution is! Stop stammering, it's not like a man at all!"

Yang Fan was somewhat displeased. He thrust his lower abdomen forward, nudging Shen Ruolan, and said, "What do you mean by 'not like a man'? If I weren't like a man, would you be pinned down like this?"

Shen Ruolan was speechless for a long time after Yang Fan's words. She knew that questioning anything was fine, but questioning a man's sexual prowess was undoubtedly very unpleasant, even though she wasn't referring to that aspect!

Rolling her eyes at Yang Fan for a long time, she finally softened her tone and said with a hum, "Fine! Fine! Fine! You're a man! You're a man! Okay? Tell me your solution quickly, so my sister won't be waiting anxiously outside!"

Yang Fan felt the softness of Shen Ruolan's beautiful buttocks and rubbed them slightly, saying, "My method is: you move around more, help me cool down, and we can get out of this predicament!"

Shen Ruolan already knew that this beast Yang Fan couldn't come up with any good solutions, but when she actually heard this filthy suggestion from him, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and glare at Yang Fan fiercely, cursing, "You're such a beast!"

Yang Fan shrugged and said indifferently, "Do it or don't, it's not me who's stuck. Besides, I don't think 'beast' is a derogatory term."

Shen Ruolan was so angry that she simply turned her head away again and ignored Yang Fan. Seeing that Shen Ruolan truly ignored him and didn't initiate conversation, Yang Fan slightly parted his legs, slowly twisting his hips in a gentle grinding motion.

It was because Yang Fan's member was positioned so perfectly; this action not only aroused him but also aroused Shen Ruolan. If Yang Fan hadn't moved, Shen Ruolan could have distracted herself by thinking about things that gave her a headache, avoiding the heat pressing between her legs. But with Yang Fan moving, she could no longer distract herself; all her senses were involuntarily drawn to that spot, to imagine and feel what shape that hot thing was.

"No…don't…"

Shen Ruolan's voice was very low, almost inaudible to herself. She knew her protest was weak and powerless.

"What did you say?"

Feeling it wasn't appropriate to continue, Yang Fan simply wrapped his arms around Shen Ruolan's slender waist, pressed his ear against her ear, and asked while twisting his lower body.

Shen Ruolan's body involuntarily went limp in Yang Fan's arms, her voice finally rising slightly: "I said no! Yang Fan, you...you can stop? Don't do that shameful thing anymore?"

This usually incredibly confident and strong woman, when faced with such embarrassment, reacted no differently than any other woman. Perhaps it was simply because the man holding her was Yang Fan. Exposing her primal side to the man behind her time and time again, even the most shy girl would lose all sense of embarrassment. Especially after developing some affection for the man behind her, Shen Ruolan had no reason to treat Yang Fan with the same cold indifference and neglect she showed other men.

If it were anyone else, daring to impale her like that, Shen Ruolan would unhesitatingly act like a bear, snapping that wretched corn cob in half, then beating him so badly he couldn't get out of bed for a year. Or perhaps, she might even make him disappear from this world completely. But the man behind her was Yang Fan, her sister's boyfriend, the first man she had ever been so intimate with, the man who had appeared most frequently in her dreams over the past twenty years, and the man she had fallen for… So, she really didn't know what to do!

Refuse? Resist? No, a voice within her was calling to her, making it impossible for her to make any move to resist! Go along with it? Submit? Similarly, another voice, a figure, was stopping her, and that figure was none other than her sister, Shen Ruoxi!

Lowering his voice, Yang Fan whispered into Shen Ruolan's ear, his breath hot against her skin, "If I'm not mistaken, you have a lot of feelings for me... don't you?"

Shen Ruolan blushed and retorted without thinking, "Who has feelings for you? You're a beast! How could I have feelings for a beast? Besides, you're my sister's boyfriend, my brother-in-law, how could I possibly have feelings for you?"

By the end, Shen Ruolan had unconsciously lowered her voice a few decibels, making it sound less like a retort and more like a coquettish, resentful tantrum!

Yang Fan chuckled softly, stuck out his tongue, and gently bit Shen Ruolan's earlobe, whispering, "Your reaction tells me you're lying!"

Feeling the heat on her ear, the smooth touch sending a rush of heat through Shen Ruolan's body. Her heart was filled with conflicting emotions, a tangled mess of feelings that was harder to unravel than a knotted tangle of yarn.

"Stop...stop! Don't touch there!"

Shen Ruolan tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and exhaled rapid, hot breaths.

Yang Fan heard the weakness in Shen Ruolan's voice. He smiled slightly, but instead of stopping, he intensified his actions, extending his soft tongue and slowly inching it along Shen Ruolan's earlobe.

Chapter 496 [Wrong Timing]

Shen Ruolan felt that Yang Fan's tongue seemed poised to enter her ear at any moment, but it always just missed, slipping past the auricle and ending up on the other side. This torment of almost entering but not quite going in was driving Shen Ruolan almost insane. Her whole body was burning hot, as if she were being roasted by fire, unbearably uncomfortable.

Yang Fan's large hand couldn't help but climb up to her breasts, clenching tightly, then relaxing, clenching again, then relaxing again… The feeling of her sensitive areas being enveloped and touched drove him mad.

"Mmm..."

Shen Ruolan couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her sacred peaks were being violated, her forbidden zone was being pressed tightly against by something shameful. While she found long-lost pleasure, she also felt a deep sense of guilt... It was truly shameful to be like this with her niece's man... She could feel the person beneath her moving, again and again... rubbing against her cleft. She wanted to dodge, to avoid this shameful friction, but her body was going weak... burning hot, and she couldn't muster any strength at all!

Shen Ruolan even felt a strong sensation from Yang Fan's movements. A wetness spread between her legs, and something slid out of her body.

"Ugh..."

Shen Ruolan let out a series of low moans from her nose. Even when she woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't resist using her hand, she had never uttered such an alluring sound. The sound was melodious and wanton... She felt very happy, very joyful, even having a kind of euphoric illusion. Uncontrollably, she couldn't help but cooperate with his movements, gently grinding against him.

Yang Fan felt like he was about to collapse. The beautiful woman in his arms was so cooperative. She was so soft, so light, so hot. Her breasts, which were resting in his palm, were even beginning to harden. Her hips were moving so rhythmically, perfectly in sync with his movements... His desire was burning, burning... His blood was boiling, boiling...

Yang Fan couldn't help but search for Shen Ruolan's fragrant lips. His heavy breaths sprayed onto her neck, receiving a passionate response from her. She turned her head and made the same search.

Lips met lips, pressed tightly together. He felt her breath, and extended his tongue, parting her teeth to seek her fragrance. His tongue swirled around her smooth, soft flesh, entwining with her sweet scent. Their tongues intertwined tightly, like two snakes mating, coiling, twisting, each within the other, never to be separated again…

Yang Fan's movements quickened, the surging sensation finding an outlet, flowing relentlessly downwards. He knew that if he moved faster… faster… he would surely reach his dreamlike paradise…

Intentionally or unintentionally, Shen Ruolan began to cooperate with Yang Fan's movements, rotating her small, pert buttocks, rubbing against his manhood. Her small hands, having nowhere else to go, simply reached behind her, supporting Yang Fan's lower abdomen.

Yang Fan's hands were not idle either. One hand climbed up her breasts, while the other grasped Shen Ruolan's small hands on his lower abdomen, guiding them down his belt, deeper and deeper. Her small hand, guided by Yang Fan, reached for his raging dragon...

"How is it? Are you two done?"

Shen Ruoxi, having set the table and sat in the living room, suppressed her urge to spy, and only asked after about ten minutes.

Yang Fan, rather regretfully, released Shen Ruolan's mouth and replied, "Alright! Almost done!"

The timing and location were wrong. No matter how rare this encounter was, Yang Fan had to give up the delicious treat before him. He withdrew his hands, lifted Shen Ruolan by the waist, and then easily untied the knot between them.

Shen Ruolan had just touched Yang Fan's weapon when he lifted it up like that, and instinctively grabbed it. Only when Yang Fan put her down did she realize what he was doing. Biting her lip, Shen Ruolan gripped Yang Fan's manhood tightly again, snarling, "You beast! Be careful, one day I might break it off! Humph!"

She then released her grip, took the dishes from the cupboard, and washed them in the sink.

Shen Ruolan's earlier grab wasn't much, but the forceful squeeze in her panic had quite a bit of strength. Fortunately, Yang Fan's manhood was reinforced, so it wasn't too much for him. If it were an ordinary person, they would have screamed for a long time. Having gotten the better deal and confirmed the beauty's intentions, letting her say a few harsh words was perfectly acceptable. Yang Fan chuckled, offering no rebuttal. He picked up the soup pot, added some oil, and began preparing the soup.

The soup was a tomato and egg soup, simple and nutritious. He fried the eggs directly in the pot, then added the tomatoes, stir-fried them briefly, added salt, and then water. Once the soup boiled, he added MSG and it was ready to serve. While Yang Fan was busy washing the dishes, Shen Ruolan finished and walked up to him, glaring at him and saying, "Get out of the way, I need to pass!"

Yang Fan's penis was still swollen, and seeing the situation, Shen Ruolan knew she still couldn't get through, so she could only angrily yell at him to move aside.

Yang Fan chuckled and moved aside. Shen Ruolan then realized that if Yang Fan had half-turned to the side, and she had done the same, they could have easily

passed each other. But just now… the thought that Yang Fan might have done that on purpose made Shen Ruolan furious. Although she was holding a bowl, her ferocity remained undiminished. She kicked Yang Fan, saying, "You beast! You deliberately took advantage of me!"

Knowing he was in the wrong, Yang Fan didn't dare to respond. He easily dodged the kick, then pointed to the soup pot and the dishes on the stove, saying, "If you don't want to eat my cooking, and aren't afraid I'll poison it, you can do whatever you want to me!" Her

momentum didn't wane; Shen Ruolan's kick, though seemingly powerful, had lost much of its strength by the time it reached Yang Fan. After kicking him, she glared at him hatefully, then... Her gaze involuntarily fell back to the stir-fried beef, and the harsh words she was about to utter were swallowed back, turning into, "Hey! Is your cooking reliable? Don't make it inedible!"

Yang Fan curled his lip and chuckled, "Inedible? That's a joke! Here, I'll pick up a piece, you try it first."

Saying this, Yang Fan took a pair of chopsticks from the stack of bowls Shen Ruolan was holding, picked up a piece of beef from the plate, and handed it to Shen Ruolan, saying, "Good girl, open your mouth, brother will feed you something delicious!"

Shen Ruolan blushed and glared at Yang Fan again. She wanted to refuse this "handout," but the enticing aroma was simply too tempting. Already starving, Shen Ruolan finally couldn't resist the craving and swallowed the piece of beef from Yang Fan's chopsticks. The moment the beef entered her mouth, Shen Ruolan's eyes widened in surprise.

"How did you... cook the beef... so tender?"

Shen Ruolan asked Yang Fan, her words muffled as she quickly chewed the beef. She considered herself a decent cook, and even used this dish to firmly control Shen Ruoxi, but compared to Yang Fan's, it was utterly incomparable!

Yang Fan smiled smugly, arms crossed, and said, "There are many ways to make beef more tender. For example, baking soda can tenderize beef, starch and beer can also tenderize beef, and vigorous pounding can also tenderize beef. All of these techniques need to be done before putting it in the pot. You don't have a rolling pin here, so you can only make do with baking soda. Otherwise, you could have even more tender beef!"

As he spoke, the soup in the pot boiled. Yang Fan took the soup bowl, poured in the tomato and egg soup, clapped his hands, and smiled at Shen Ruolan, saying, "Done! Dinner's ready!"

Shen Ruolan walked ahead carrying bowls and chopsticks, while Yang Fan followed behind carrying two plates of food. Just as they stepped out of the kitchen, Shen Ruolan exclaimed, "Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready! Sis, hurry up and bring the food up! You don't know, Yang Fan's stir-fried beef is absolutely delicious! I'm ashamed to admit I can't cook it!"

Hearing Shen Ruolan's excited outburst, Shen Ruoxi breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about finding a boyfriend with her sister was one thing, but actually doing it was another. Shen Ruoxi felt somewhat uncomfortable. Now, seeing the two of them come out looking perfectly normal, having only been inside for a short time, Shen Ruoxi naturally felt much more relaxed.

"Alright! Alright! Bring it over right away! I've never tried Yang Fan's cooking before; I'm really lucky to have you here today, Ruolan!"

Standing up, Shen Ruoxi said, observing their facial expressions, clearly trying to glean something from them. Unfortunately, Yang Fan and Yang Fan were both skilled actors, and she couldn't detect anything amiss. However, it was precisely because of this that she felt slightly more at ease.

She had a premonition that Yang Fan and her sister would bring many endless changes to her life. As for what those changes would be, although she didn't know, based on her poor understanding of Yang Fan, she had already guessed a bit...

When all the dishes were placed on the table, Shen Ruolan had already served rice to Yang Fan and Shen Ruoxi. She held a rice bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, frantically picking up food, and of course, she didn't forget to call out to Yang Fan and Shen Ruoxi, "Come! Come! Come! Try Yang Fan's cooking, try it! Try it!"

After saying that, she didn't say anything more. All of Shen Ruolan's attention was focused on battling with the food, and she had no mind to talk to the two of them.

Yang Fan and Shen Ruoxi smiled at each other and picked up their bowls and chopsticks to start eating. Yang Fan had only heard that Yang Ruolan had a unique love for food, but seeing it with his own eyes still surprised him greatly.

Four dishes and a soup—a typical standard for a Chinese state banquet. For three people, this shouldn't be insufficient, and there should even be plenty left over. However, the reality was quite different. After more than twenty minutes, the table was completely empty, not a single vegetable scrap left. Shen Ruolan leaned back in her chair, clutching her stomach, and exclaimed, "Oh dear, I can't take it anymore! I'm so full!"

Shen Ruoxi gave Shen Ruolan a chuckled look and said, "Who told you to be so greedy, Ruolan! You'd been eating enough, but you even soaked the soup in your rice and ate another bowl! Of course you'd feel bloated!"

Shen Ruolan waved her hand lazily, complaining weakly to Yang Fan, "How can you blame me? You know I never eat with restraint at home." "If you have to blame someone, it's Yang Fan who cooked the food too deliciously! No way, sis, you can't let Yang Fan come to my house anymore, or I'll definitely turn into a little fat pig!"

Shen Ruoxi glanced happily at Yang Fan, then turned back and huffed, saying to her sister, "You're already a little fat pig! What do you mean you'll turn into one! I'm going to bring Yang Fan here anyway, so he can cook for me every day! I'll make you drool!"

Thinking about it, Shen Ruoxi really couldn't blame Shen Ruolan for her lack of self-control when eating; it was an old habit. Eating out was a little better; to maintain her image, Shen Ruolan could barely restrain herself in front of food. But once she got home, she would eat to her heart's content, and no one could persuade

her otherwise. Yang Fan had witnessed Shen Ruolan's eating habits once and vaguely understood why Shen Ruoxi admired her so much. It was probably not what Shen Ruolan admired most about her that wasn't her achievements in other areas, but her special ability to eat as much as she wanted without gaining weight or getting bloated!

To be fair, Yang Fan's guess, even if not entirely correct, was pretty close. Shen Ruoxi sighed, "Alas! Why don't I have my aunt's wonderful talent? She can eat so much delicious food without feeling bloated, and eat so much high-calorie food without gaining weight! I'm so jealous..."

Shen Ruolan glared at Shen Ruoxi, saying, "Alright! Alright! Stop nagging! Every time after a meal, you have to whine like that. It's like you'll get indigestion if you don't!" Shen Ruoxi

coughed awkwardly twice, secretly glancing at Yang Fan. Seeing no particular expression on his face, she cleared her throat and said, "It's a habit... just a habit!"

Shen Ruolan waved her hand, too lazy to listen to Shen Ruoxi's explanation. She pointed to the dishes on the table and said, "Same as always, you wash the dishes today!"

Shen Ruoxi pouted, unhappy, "Ruolan, you always make me wash the dishes. Everyone else is the younger generation taking care of the older generation, but you're doing the opposite. It's outrageous!"

"Hmph, what elder or not, you're only two years older than me, acting like you're seventy or eighty. Now that I can't move, of course I need your help. Fine! I usually cook and you wash the dishes, but today Yang Fan is here, and you're slacking off. Humph, alright! I'll wash them, I'll wash them!"

"You wash them? Can you even stand up now?!"

With a pout, Shen Ruoxi stood up helplessly and started tidying the table.

Yang Fan glanced at Shen Ruolan, who was lying on the chair, unable to move, and looking completely bewildered, and couldn't help but chuckle. Following behind Shen Ruoxi, Yang Fan also stood up, carrying some bowls and chopsticks, and said, "I'll help you wash them!" (Chapter 497, May 3rd)

" Wash them together? Wash what? That sounds so ambiguous!" When it was time to do chores, Shen Ruolan was good at playing dumb, but upon hearing these words, her reaction immediately returned to normal. She looked at Shen Ruoxi with a strange expression, winking and making faces. Shen Ruoxi blushed with embarrassment, picked up her chopsticks to throw at Shen Ruolan, and said, "You brat, what nonsense are you spouting!" Shen Ruolan chuckled and quickly dodged, her movements faster than a cat, showing no sign of inconvenience whatsoever. Upon seeing Shen Ruolan's actions, Shen Ruoxi suddenly remembered something. She exclaimed "Oh dear!" with a hint of alarm, looking at Shen Ruolan and then at Yang Fan, saying, "Yang Fan, Ruolan's movements are so vigorous, won't she strain her muscles? Her injuries don't seem to be fully healed yet!" Yang Fan gave Shen Ruolan a deep look, then smiled and shook his head at Shen Ruoxi, saying, "It's alright, it's not a serious injury. After so much rest, it's fine. Even if she rolled around on the floor, she'd be fine!" Shen Ruolan spat at Yang Fan from afar, giving a coquettish snort, "You're the one rolling around on the floor! I don't want to talk to either of you!" With that, she turned and walked into Shen Ruolan's bedroom. It wasn't that Shen Ruolan didn't want to leave them; she was clearly afraid that Shen Ruoxi would guess what happened in the bathroom earlier and feel embarrassed to face them, so she made an excuse to leave. Shen Ruoxi turned on the tap, put the dishes in the sink, put on rubber gloves, and was about to wash the dishes when she heard footsteps behind her. Then, she was pulled into a strong embrace. "Wife, tonight... remember to leave the door open!" Yang Fan rested his chin on Shen Ruoxi's shoulder and said intimately. Shen Ruoxi's heart skipped a beat, and the plate in her hand slipped and fell into the sink, clattering against the stack of dishes. "Isn't... isn't that inappropriate? Ruolan... Ruolan is in the room next door?" Shen Ruoxi said, somewhat shyly and helplessly. Although she secretly hoped for this, what if Yang Fan stayed tonight? One man and two women alone in a room… Yang Fan shifted his chin, finding a more comfortable position, chuckled twice, and teasingly said, “I only told you to leave the door open, I didn’t say I’d sleep with you. Why did you bring up Ruolan? You… you’re such a little pervert!” Shen Ruoxi blushed deeply upon hearing this, and touched Yang Fan’s face with her foam-covered rubber gloves. “I’ll teach you to talk nonsense! I’ll teach you to talk nonsense!”

Yang Fan chuckled, quickly releasing Shen Ruoxi and taking a few steps back, causing Shen Ruoxi's attack to miss. "You can't hit me, you can't hit me!"

Yang Fan chuckled again, like a child, taunting Shen Ruoxi.

Shen Ruoxi tried to pounce a few more times, but she couldn't keep up with Yang Fan's pace. Each time she was just a hair's breadth away, yet she couldn't quite manage it. "I'm not playing anymore, you bad guy, you only know how to bully me!"

With that, Shen Ruoxi turned around angrily and went back to the sink to continue washing the dishes.

Yang Fan moved back closer, hugging Shen Ruoxi again, and said softly, "Okay! Okay! I'll let you hit me! But you can't sleep too soundly tonight, because... I'll sneak into the bedroom!"

Shen Ruoxi indeed raised her gloves, about to lightly hit Yang Fan, but upon hearing his explosive declaration, her mind went blank, and she didn't know how to respond. Her hands unconsciously returned to the sink.

Seeing that Shen Ruoxi didn't answer immediately, Yang Fan wasn't in a hurry. He let go of Shen Ruoxi and stood next to her, saying, "You're too slow washing the floor by yourself, why don't I help you?" He then

started to roll up his sleeves to help.

Shen Ruoxi snapped out of her daze and quickly spread her arms to protect the sink, saying, "No need! No need! You can go watch TV in the living room, I can manage by myself." "Really not?"

"No need! Oh, go watch TV!"

Shen Ruoxi nudged Yang Fan with her head, shooing him out of the kitchen. Shen Ruoxi was left alone in the kitchen, facing the slowly flowing tap. She couldn't help but start to space out: "What should I do? Yang Fan wants tonight… he wants to…"

At this moment, Shen Ruoxi's heart was filled with panic and confusion.

Night fell as scheduled. After the 8 PM soap opera ended, Shen Ruolan and Shen Ruoxi took showers and went back to their rooms. A towel and a bathrobe had already been prepared for Yang Fan on the sofa in the living room. After showering, Yang Fan realized that his pink women's bathrobe looked rather awkward on him.

Shen Ruolan's sofa was large and soft, very comfortable to lie on. But lying alone on it, even the most comfortable sofa could feel somewhat dull. Yang Fan lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in the darkness, idly counting the chandelier's components.

The night deepened, and the streetlights outside began to go out one by one. Tonight, there was no moonlight, and the living room was pitch black. Yang Fan could no longer use the reflected light from outside to count the chandelier's components.

In the bedroom, Shen Ruoxi was very nervous. She hadn't locked the bedroom door, but Shen Ruolan slept next door. She wasn't sure if Yang Fan would really sneak in… or if he was just joking… Just thinking about this made Shen Ruoxi's mind a complete mess.

"Is Ruoxi already asleep like Ruolan? Will Wan'er sleep soundly tonight?"

Lying on the sofa, though bored, Yang Fan felt a touch of warmth because he had someone to care about.

Time passed slowly, but Yang Fan had no desire to sleep. Just a door away were two fragrant, beautiful bodies. With his personality, how could he possibly sleep soundly?

"Creak!"

The bedroom door made a soft sound, very soft, but it didn't escape Yang Fan's keen hearing. He turned his eyes, which were still open, and saw a delicate, indistinct figure tiptoeing towards the sofa.

"This little vixen, she really couldn't resist!"

Yang Fan smiled in the darkness, his white teeth gleaming faintly.

The sofa was between the bedroom and the bathroom. If she wanted to go to the bathroom, she would have to walk close to the sofa. Naturally, she wouldn't have thought that her actions of going to the bathroom would be misinterpreted by Yang Fan as her actively seeking love.

The moment the figure in the darkness touched the sofa, Yang Fan caught a whiff of her intoxicating fragrance. Before she could move forward, Yang Fan swiftly extended his arm, scooped her up, and pulled her onto the sofa with a jerk, causing her to tumble over.

Yang Fan's protective measures were excellent; while pulling her, he placed one hand on her waist, ensuring she felt slightly dizzy but otherwise unharmed.

"Yang Fan...you're still awake?"

Her soft lips were near Yang Fan's cheek, her fragrant breath filling him. Perhaps from Yang Fan's sudden embrace, her cheeks flushed slightly, a sensation Yang Fan could clearly feel.

Her voice seemed different from Shen Ruoxi's, but Yang Fan was confident he hadn't mistaken her for someone else, because her fragrance was so unique that he could distinguish it even without looking; he even closed his eyes to enhance his sense of smell.

Yang Fan gently rubbed his cheek against hers and chuckled, "I knew you little vixen wouldn't be able to resist. I was waiting for you!"

If it weren't for the complete darkness, Yang Fan would have seen her blushing face. Even so, he could sense her shyness through the heat of her cheek.

Yang Fan's question didn't elicit a reply, but he clearly felt her body stiffen slightly—from nervousness. He didn't dwell on her nervousness; the reason was obvious. A warm feeling washed over him, and he tightened his grip on her arm. He moved his cheek, tracing her smooth face to find her cherry-red lips.

Silence spoke volumes. Yang Fan captured her lips in his mouth, the exquisite sensation making every pore on his body open.

"Mmm..."

Yang Fan clearly felt the beauty in his arms initially resist slightly, but soon, she let out a soft moan, lost in that intoxicating state, tightly entwined with him.

By day, the beauty in his arms was like a goddess—noble, beautiful, and captivating, her back always ramrod straight. But now, she was like a beautiful serpent—alluring, captivating, and seemingly boneless, twisting every part of her body, clinging tightly to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan slightly adjusted his position, trying to loosen his erection a little, so as not to be pressed too hard. But her waist pressed tightly against him again, refusing any gap between them; she wanted to merge herself entirely into Yang Fan's body.

The beauty's passion infected Yang Fan. He untied the knot in his bathrobe, freeing his arms from its constraints, and used his burning body to make even more complete contact with her.

Her body trembled slightly. She felt his heat; beneath the bathrobe, there was nothing underneath! His heat aroused her, making her even more shy.

"Is this the end of over twenty years of protection?"

In the darkness, she first asked herself softly, but then her heart no longer hesitated. She responded to Yang Fan's passionate movements with clumsy actions…

Yang Fan's large hands caressed her waist, easily conquering her forbidden territory, including her breasts, her mounds, and even the patch of grass. Being completely taken over, she felt a thrill, a touch of fear, a hint of panic, and waves of pleasure…

Like a clueless schoolchild, under his guidance, she slowly climbed towards the peak of desire. Every move he made brought her immense surprise… and excitement.

Beneath her silk nightgown, she wore matching silk panties, but nothing above. Yang Fan's main focus was on her two mounds—large, soft, and he could feel two large, round, beautiful breasts changing shape in his hands. The pleasure of almost reaching the peak was intoxicating. Yang Fan

's movements didn't stop; through her thin silk panties, his hardness and heat were transmitted to her without reservation.

The woman held by Yang Fan felt an indescribable pleasure; the feeling was comfortable and wonderful. Yang Fan's heavy, deep breaths clearly told her one thing: he wanted it!

The hot tip, after a short while of gentle friction, felt increasingly slippery, like water, like mud. Yang Fan could vaguely feel his tip sinking in, warm…slippery…moist…

A person with love in their heart will not be confused. She knew she was willing to give herself to him, so she was not afraid, she was fearless, responding to Yang Fan's movements. With her soft waist, shyly and reservedly, she cooperated with his actions. Their

love was intense, their passion overflowing. Yang Fan's excitement grew higher and higher. The little girl in his arms was becoming softer and hotter, her breathing becoming heavier and more rapid, just like his. Her movements were no longer as awkward as at the beginning, gradually becoming more skillful, gradually finding the knack.

Their movements became more and more synchronized, more and more uncontrollable. His lips, her tongue, his hands, her feet…all the body parts that originally belonged to one person were tightly intertwined like glued porcelain dolls, impossible for anyone to separate.

In the dark living room, on the long sofa, and in the bedroom, a third party lay half-asleep

, half-awake. A passionate couple, on the verge of a volcanic eruption, were beyond stopping. No one could stop them, not even the two of them could separate. Clothes were no longer a constraint; naked, Yang Fan lifted her silk nightgown, easily pulling it up and taking what was unnaturally present in his hand, tossing it aside.

Their parted lips allowed no respite; his tongue climbed to her nipple, gently licking and teasing it.

Soft breaths and moans escaped uncontrollably from her nostrils. Her suppressed moans were more potent than the strongest aphrodisiac, igniting a man's desire. At this moment, Yang Fan's heart burned with a raging fire, yearning to immediately unleash his desire in the most violent way.

But he knew now was not the time; now was not the time to choose such a brutal method. Aside from a long-dormant virility, few women could withstand his full-force violence. He could only choose gentle, soft, and soothing movements, gradually disarming her, little by little, allowing her private parts to accommodate his unrestrained advances…

Chapter 498 [The Long Night]

Yang Fan gently touched her center, stimulating her to let out a soft moan, almost letting out a high-pitched scream. Fortunately, she noticed in time and covered her mouth.

“Look, you’re already so wet here!”

Yang Fan held up the result of his finger’s touch in front of her, letting her admire it herself. Although he knew she couldn’t see anything, because the light was uncomfortable even for him, let alone her, what he wanted wasn’t a response from her.

The beauty in his arms still didn’t respond, only turning her head away with a soft pant, refusing to face the shallow, strangely scented wet patch.

Yang Fan lifted her slender waist, hooked her silk panties, and with a swift pull, peeled them down to her thighs. Then, with a yank of both hands, he removed the panties.

"No..."

Sensing Yang Fan's actions, she, who had been silent until now, finally felt a hint of fear. She kept her legs tightly closed, refusing to open them.

Yang Fan wasn't in a hurry to get to the point. He shifted his focus, using his tongue and kisses to move slowly upwards along her legs and knees.

Soft, slippery, cool, hot... countless sensations converged from her legs into her heart, making her feel both intoxicated and bewildered, along with an indescribable excitement.

His tongue finally touched her sensitive spot, like triggering an earthquake of magnitude seven or higher. She felt her bladder could no longer control the pressure, and she was about to erupt uncontrollably.

"No!"

she cried out inwardly, desperately, while also feeling deeply ashamed. She felt something cool flowing from her body. Her throat felt blocked; she strained but couldn't utter a sound. It wasn't until Yang Fan touched her again, chuckling, "It's almost overflowing!" that

she realized she hadn't suffered any shameful urinary incontinence; what was leaking was merely lubricant. She breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then tension returned. Her sensitive areas received the same treatment her legs had just endured; her toes involuntarily tensed, curled, and twitched.

Yang Fan slowly pressed down on her, his unsheathed penis gently pressing against her sensitive spot, ready to strike with a single thrust.

He wasn't in a hurry, not at all. He simply held it there, waiting for his moment. His lips and tongue, however, once again occupied her two sanctuaries, stimulating her nerves little by little, giving her a thousand sensations.

Licking, sucking, gently biting, slightly curling, slowly twisting… Yang Fan tried every method that could affect those two mounds on her. A young girl is most susceptible to temptation!

Her actions once again confirmed Yang Fan's experience. The less anxious he was, the more impatient she became. She felt something hot pressing against her body; just the slightest movement, just a slight movement, could banish all loneliness and emptiness.

No woman could resist such temptation, even knowing it might be poison! She gently raised her hips, actively seeking contact, touching, and absorbing Yang Fan's gleaming sword.

The brief contact caused both of them, like lovers having an affair, to sigh comfortably. However, Yang Fan wasn't about to let her succeed so easily. He slightly pulled his hips up, raising them just a tiny bit. That tiny distance made her, who had just tasted the exquisite pleasure, experience emptiness and loneliness once more!

Unbearable, unbearable, irresistible… Having just tasted that fleeting bliss, how could she resist the extreme temptation, more deadly than any drug? She clung tightly to Yang Fan's waist, pulling him downwards with all her might. She used words, actions, and every gesture she could explicitly or implicitly convey to him how much she needed him.

From no to yes, it had only taken a short time. Her transformation was so immense!

Yang Fan slowly lowered himself, satisfying her needs with his actions. His firmness, his heat, his strength instantly banished all her emptiness, loneliness, desolation, and solitude. At that moment, the two of them completely merged into one, becoming one!

"Does it hurt?"

Yang Fan whispered in her ear, clinging to her high place.

She still didn't answer, only slightly furrowing her brow. She slowly opened her eyes and kissed Yang Fan passionately. The entwined passion, the simmering flames, once again made her lose herself in that perfect world. Yang Fan conveyed his deepest love to the other person clearly and unambiguously through his lips, his hands, and every inch of his skin.

As if in response, she gently lifted her hips, drawing closer to him, merging more deeply, letting him fully enter her, making herself completely his. There was no more speech in the living room, only the soft sounds of panting and the gentle creaking of the sofa.

The soul-stirring pleasure made her want to scream again and again, but each time, his lips and tongue silenced her, leaving only soft sounds, like the gentle whistling of Yang Fan's recorder, like a clear bird's call.

After the initial adjustment period, she was no longer afraid of intensity, no longer afraid of strength; she needed more, she needed better. Yang Fan, too, could no longer suppress his needs, no longer had to try so hard to control his desires.

Like a pair of professional athletes aiming for a championship, their movements became more exaggerated, each faster and stronger than the last. They moved and collided with all their might, as if fighting desperately, trying to send their souls soaring higher.

Finally, silence fell. At the last moment, Shen Ruoxi couldn't control her voice and let out a loud scream under the intensely pleasurable stimulation.

The storm subsided, signifying Yang Fan's inability to continue, as she was no longer able to withstand his advances. Yang Fan gently wiped her forehead and asked tenderly, "Tired?"

He then embraced her, and they both drifted off to sleep…

The next day, the sun shone brightly. When Yang Fan awoke from his sweet dream, the beauty who had been lying in his arms was gone. Only the lingering fragrance on the sofa remained. This indicated that last night was not just a fleeting dream! Recalling

the events of the previous night, Yang Fan couldn't help but mutter to himself. Normally, Shen Ruoxi, though shy, wouldn't act like this. She hadn't uttered a single word all night, except for a few soft moans.

Although Yang Fan had some suspicions, he figured she was probably afraid her sister would find out, and coupled with her girlish shyness, that's why she dared not make a sound! Thinking of this, he stopped having any doubts. In any case, their relationship was now completely confirmed.

"Creak!"

Just then, the bedroom door opened, and turning around, he saw Shen Ruolan limping in front of Yang Fan.

Her face showed a hint of fatigue, her complexion a slight flush, and dark circles under her eyes, indicating she hadn't slept well. Yang Fan initially thought she was a little embarrassed because he had been too wild the night before and had woken her up, but seeing her slightly unnatural gait, he couldn't help but tease, "Ruolan, your sister's not here now, why are you still pretending? Are you addicted to this act, or are you planning to let me hug you?"

Unexpectedly, facing Yang Fan's teasing, Shen Ruolan, aside from blushing even more, didn't retaliate. She tried to maintain a normal gait and came to Yang Fan, saying, "Get up quickly, this scarf hasn't been washed for days. The weather's nice today, perfect for washing!"

"Oh, I'll help you! But Ruolan, are you really injured?"

Although he said this, Yang Fan didn't get up. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but seeing Shen Ruolan, he had deliberately sat in this position to cover the dried-up area of her face. If he got up, wouldn't he be showing her this evidence of his crime? Therefore, Yang Fan absolutely could not get up.

"I'm not hurt, hurry up and help me pack, my sister, that little lazy cat, might sleep a little longer!"

Passing by, Shen Ruolan didn't forcefully take the scarf from Yang Fan. She went to the other side and began packing.

"Why does the scent smell so similar?"

In the instant they passed each other, Yang Fan clearly smelled a familiar fragrance on Shen Ruolan. This fragrance was very similar to Shen Ruoxi's, even stronger. Upon smelling it, his still-not-fully-lowered little guy immediately let out a series of low growls!

However, Yang Fan didn't have time to think about this now, because he needed to use this time to quickly suppress his urges. Slightly hunched over, he packed his things while thinking about some unrelated topics. There was no way around it; in the early morning, desires were already surging, and with that fragrance, if it weren't for the several battles last night, he probably would have howled like a wolf!

After struggling to pack his things, Yang Fan wanted to help Shen Ruolan shower, but as soon as he entered the bathroom, he was kicked out. The reason was that someone was washing a girl's things, and what was a grown man like you doing getting involved?

Embarrassed, Yang Fan could only obediently retreat. With nothing else to do, he stealthily made his way to Shen Ruoxi's bathroom. Since Shen Ruolan was washing clothes and wouldn't be out for a while, he figured he should take this opportunity to comfort his little wife…

Inside the bathroom, after coldly shooing Yang Fan away, Shen Ruolan's face immediately flushed with embarrassment. She rummaged through the clothes on the floor and quickly found the damp towel. Looking at the specks of water, her expression shifted between joy and sorrow, her face sometimes flushed, sometimes pale, as if she were undergoing a fierce internal struggle.

Finally, a few tears streamed down her face, the glistening tears quickly filling the water. Gently stroking the water droplet, Shen Ruolan's eyes became hazy...

Meanwhile, Yang Fan cautiously entered Shen Ruoxi's boudoir. His eyes fell upon a large double bed, and a wardrobe stood open, its contents—various women's clothing—that caught his eye. However, Yang Fan paid little attention to these; his gaze was instantly drawn to Shen Ruoxi on the bed.

Shen Ruoxi was fast asleep, perhaps dreaming sweet dreams. Her lips were slightly pouting, softly murmuring words only she could understand. Scattered beside the bed were several pieces of underwear. What surprised Yang Fan most was that she was clutching something tightly in her hand. It appeared somewhat rounded, with delicate lace trim.

It took Yang Fan a while to discern what it was—an undergarment. After understanding, Yang Fan couldn't help but chuckle. He hadn't expected Shen Ruoxi to have this hobby!

He shook his head with a wry smile. Seeing her sound asleep, Yang Fan couldn't bear to disturb her. He gently walked to Shen Ruoxi's side, bent down, and was about to kiss her forehead when, unexpectedly, just as his lips were about to touch her forehead, Shen Ruoxi suddenly opened her eyes.

"Ah! Pervert! Come and catch the pervert!"

Slightly startled at first, Shen Ruoxi seemed to remember something, suddenly jumping out of bed and shouting.

"Bang!"

Yang Fan hadn't expected Shen Ruoxi's reaction and wasn't prepared at all. Her sudden movement resulted in a light touch between her forehead and the tip of his nose!

With a muffled thud, even Yang Fan, with his Void Returning level strength and steel-like physique, couldn't withstand the impact. In an instant, he felt a sweet taste in his throat, a sour sensation rushing to his brain. Even the usually energetic Yang Fan suddenly became docile!

"What happened?"

Shen Ruolan's reaction was incredibly fast. The moment Shen Ruoxi cried out, she rushed to the scene. But when she saw the two of them, she immediately understood what had happened.

At this moment, although Yang Fan wasn't bleeding, his nose was bright red and his face was purplish-red, clearly enduring immense pain. Seeing this, Shen Ruolan felt a surge of worry, but because her sister was beside her, she dared not show it at all. Therefore, she could only shift her attention to Shen Ruoxi. But at this moment, Shen Ruoxi seemed not to have recovered from the shock, still clutching her pillow, looking wary!

"Hey sis, are you trying to kill me? What are you yelling about so early in the morning? If you have nothing better to do, get up and help me do the laundry."

Only now did Shen Ruolan realize the dull pain in her lower body. She hadn't noticed it when she was checking on Shen Ruoxi earlier, and the rapid movement had made it difficult for her to even stand.

Chapter 499 [Emerging Power]

"Ah! Yang Fan, it's you! I'm sorry, I didn't see you clearly!"

Hearing Shen Ruolan's voice, Shen Ruoxi finally recognized her. At this moment, her clothes were disheveled, her beautiful chest was faintly visible, and her firm, shapely legs were exposed all the way to her thighs. Unfortunately, Yang Fan was in no mood to appreciate it, otherwise, the nosebleed that hadn't yet flowed would probably have actually started!

"It's not me!"

Yang Fan felt completely powerless, as if he had punched cotton, with no foothold. He could only accept his bad luck. He just couldn't believe that with his strength, after last night's ordeal, she shouldn't even have the strength to get out of bed, yet she was still full of energy and seemed perfectly fine. If only he hadn't been so gentle with her virginity last night, he could have done it a few more times…

Shen Ruoxi was fine, but Shen Ruolan looked exhausted. After secretly scrutinizing them both, Yang Fan noticed their figures were remarkably similar, not only in physique but also in appearance, even their air of heroism was identical!

"Could I have made a mistake last night?"

A ridiculous thought flashed through Yang Fan's mind as he looked them over. It wasn't entirely impossible; they looked so alike, and it was dark, so he hadn't paid close attention due to preconceived notions…

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Yang Fan forcibly suppressed it. The reason was simple: it was impossible. He was confident in his clear understanding of female anatomy; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to tell at a glance that Shen Ruoxi was a virgin.

However, Yang Fan forgot that in ancient books, there was a special constitution called "fox women." These women were born with a natural body fragrance, which they themselves couldn't perceive, yet it possessed a fatal attraction to the opposite sex, often making them irresistible. This is why they were called "fox women." However, the most distinctive feature of fox women wasn't this irresistible natural fragrance, but rather their constitution, which made it impossible to tell whether they had been sexually active. Even highly skilled traditional Chinese medicine practitioners couldn't definitively say.

Furthermore, fox women had another unique characteristic: no matter how many sexual experiences they had, their bodies remained unchanged, maintaining a virginal constitution throughout their lives. The characteristics of ordinary women after sexual activity showed no signs of it in them. It was precisely for this reason that fox women became the ultimate dream for countless men!

"Alright, alright, you're an old man without a wife, why are you making such a fuss!"

Seemingly noticing Yang Fan's gaze, Shen Ruolan seemed a little uncomfortable. After leaving a few words, she turned and left the room…

After breakfast, Shen Ruolan hurriedly said goodbye and left, saying she had a concert to prepare for. Yang Fan felt she was intentionally avoiding him, but considering their current relationship, it was rather complicated. He didn't say anything and could only let her go.

Shen Ruoxi also had to go to work. Alone at home with nothing to do, Yang Fan thought long and hard, and finally went to the hooligans' club. Not only were two beauties waiting for him there, but he also needed to supervise Xiao Dao and the others' training.

His trip to the ancient tomb had yielded a large number of spiritual herbs, which was good, but their effects were too strong. Although Lei Laohu knew the methods of administration, there was still a chance of accidents. Yang Fan needed to be present in person.

Upon arriving at the hoodlum club, Yang Fan didn't see Dongfang Lan or the other woman. The club's current scale owes much to them; now, with clubs spread across the country, they're incredibly busy every day. Right now, they're out inspecting things again. Compared to them, Yang Fan, who seems to be just leaving things to them, is truly incompetent!

After wandering around the club for a while without finding Dongfang Lan and the other woman, Yang Fan headed towards the backyard.

As soon as he entered the backyard, Yang Fan immediately sensed the difference. Compared to his last visit, the spiritual energy here was dozens of times denser. However, this spiritual energy was condensed and didn't dissipate, gathering in the backyard without spilling out in a single drop, as if the entire courtyard was imprisoned by a powerful force.

This was because the spiritual energy was imprisoned by an array, forming something like a boundary. Naturally, all of this came from the Five Elements Array of the Five Elements Sect. Yang Fan had given these secret manuals to Lei Laohu, who used them to set up numerous large arrays, transforming this place into a sacred cultivation ground.

With the addition of the spiritual herbs Yang Fan brought back, this place was even comparable to the cultivation grounds of the major holy lands. Powerful auras emanated from the center of the formation, including those belonging to the Qi Movement Realm, the Fetal Breathing Realm, the Spirit Refining Realm, and even the Returning to Emptiness Realm…

With a flick of his divine sense, Yang Fan was greatly astonished. Among these auras, the Fetal Breathing Realm auras were countless, while there were over a thousand Qi Movement Realm cultivators, hundreds of Spirit Refining Realm cultivators, and nearly ten Returning to Emptiness Realm cultivators! Needless to

say, these dozen or so Returning to Emptiness Realm experts were none other than Lei Laoxu, Aisen, Ghost Shadow, the six brothers Xiaodao, and others. The others were also members of the "Honors Club." The combined strength of these people was actually no weaker than that of a major holy land, of course, this excludes the experts of the Primordial Chaos Realm.

The reason these holy lands are called holy lands is because they have powerful experts at the Primordial Chaos level. Otherwise, they would at most be considered super sects. A Primordial Chaos expert could easily destroy a super power without much effort.

This is the Primordial Chaos level; they seize the fortune of heaven and earth, wield the laws of heaven and earth as their own, and exist above the laws

of the Great Dao—far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people! Yang Fan never imagined that the spiritual herbs he brought back could create such a powerful team. He originally thought that with these herbs, he could at most create a batch of Qi Movement cultivators and a few Refining Spirit experts. As for the Returning Void realm, he hadn't even considered it, because the Returning Void realm cannot be forcibly catalyzed by external forces. Otherwise, the holy lands would be overflowing with Returning Void cultivators.

But he never expected that not only could Lei Laohu and the others raise their cultivation to the Returning Void realm, but even Xiao Dao and the others had also reached it! This was simply unbelievable!

What Yang Fan didn't know was that during his absence, under the tutelage of Aisen and Ghost Shadow, Xiao Dao and the others had been teetering on the brink of death almost daily. They not only honed their skills but also forged their minds into unshakeable, rock-solid resolve.

The greatest obstacle to reaching the Void Returning Realm is one's mental state. An unstable mind can lead to inner demons and demonic possession at the moment of breakthrough.

Xiao Dao and the others had already met the requirements for advancing to the Void Returning Realm; their only deficiency was accumulation. Fortunately, the elixirs Yang Fan brought back solved this problem. Therefore, while their advancement seemed unbelievable, it was, in fact, a natural outcome.

This was precisely why, despite having so many elixirs, only they had reached the Void Returning Realm, while the others only reached the peak of the Spirit Refining Realm.

Standing at the edge of the backyard, Yang Fan didn't venture deep inside, but instead used his divine sense to perceive all the changes within. With his current cultivation level, if he didn't want Lei Laohu and the others to sense his presence, they wouldn't be able to detect his spying at all.

During this process, Yang Fan also diverted a portion of his divine sense to reinforce the entire grand formation. Although he didn't have much research on formations, his mastery of spatial power was far beyond what Lei Laohu and the others could match. With his reinforcement, even ten or a hundred Void Returning Realm experts wouldn't be able to break this formation. Even veteran Void Returning Realm experts like Blood Lotus Ancestor, who could escape from Primordial Chaos Realm experts, couldn't break it in a short time.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan stood there for a whole day, his divine sense completely immersed in reinforcing the formation. Unconsciously, he became completely absorbed, and while reinforcing it, he also gained a completely new understanding and comprehension of formations... Fortunately, this

place was usually a highly confidential location, and no one would suddenly appear here. Therefore, Yang Fan stood there for a whole day without being disturbed.

When he woke up, Yang Fan found that Dongfang Lan and the other two women hadn't returned yet. As for Lei Laohu and the others, they were all in seclusion. Finding himself with nothing to do, he could only leave the hooligans' club again.

Yang Fan originally intended to visit Dongfang Lan and the other woman, but after some thought, he decided to return to Shen Ruoxi's place first. Regardless of their relationship, Shen Ruoxi's magnanimity alone was enough to make Yang Fan consider her first priority. Moreover, the events of last night made it even more impossible for Yang Fan not to think of her first.

In fact, Yang Fan didn't prioritize any particular woman; they all held equal importance in his heart, and he should spend more time with them whenever possible.

They had been busy with work lately and were indeed exhausted, especially Dongfang Lan. Besides her own company affairs, she also had to handle Yang Fan's dealings with the hoodlum club. Her schedule was completely packed, 24 hours a day. Looking at the others, each of them was working tirelessly for Yang Fan every day! What more could a

couple ask for? To have so many beautiful women working so hard for him every day—it would be a lie to say he wasn't moved! Both professionally and personally, Yang Fan should make time for them.

Walking down the familiar corridor, Yang Fan felt an inexplicable tranquility. He rarely had time to come here, and his meetings with Shen Ruoxi were infrequent. Returning now filled him with a strong sense of warmth, and he couldn't wait to see Shen Ruoxi!

Carefully opening the door, Yang Fan entered the room and saw Shen Ruoxi leaning against the sofa, one hand supporting herself on the armrest. Her head was resting on her hand, and she was draped in a coat, clearly exhausted. Her head was bobbing up and down, as if she might collapse at any moment, yet she was still managing to stay upright.

Seeing this familiar scene, Yang Fan felt a pang of guilt. He could imagine that Shen Ruoxi waited for his return every night like this, even though she knew he wouldn't come back. She still waited for him unconditionally. A wife waiting for her husband's return needs no reason, but Shen Ruoxi's actions deeply moved Yang Fan.

"I'm not alone anymore. I have someone to care about. They are my first loved ones, the best and most precious treasures bestowed upon me by heaven. Even if not for myself, for them, I should go home on time!"

Making this decision silently, Yang Fan took off his coat and slowly walked towards Shen Ruoxi.

"Yang Fan, are you back?"

Shen Ruoxi's voice came as soon as Yang Fan moved. She was still sleeping so lightly, always retaining a sliver of consciousness.

Taking off his coat, Yang Fan walked to Shen Ruoxi, grabbed her, and with a slight pull, lifted her onto his lap. One hand encircled her slender waist, while the other gently slipped under the seam of her cheongsam. He caressed her smooth, white skin for a while before saying tenderly, "Ruoxi, it's so late, why aren't you asleep?"

Shen Ruoxi was almost breathless from Yang Fan's embrace, but she didn't want to complain at all. In fact, she felt that this was true happiness. Because she clearly sensed Yang Fan's thoughts and how guilty he felt from his actions!

The reason she was still waiting for him so late was because of what happened today. She knew he would definitely come back tonight. In fact, Shen Ruoxi hadn't even changed her clothes before sitting on the sofa waiting for Yang Fan.

Although she had accepted Yang Fan's other women, it didn't mean she was completely open-minded. Every woman dreams of having a complete man, not sharing him with other women. Therefore, Shen Ruoxi still felt a little unhappy, though she didn't show it.

"Actually, he's already done very well. Besides, those women are all excellent, and they won't lose out by being with him..."

Shen Ruoxi had originally planned to use her hands to torment Yang Fan when he returned, but when she lay in his warm embrace, she suddenly found that she couldn't feel any unhappiness at all. She even started to defend him in her heart.

Chapter 500 [Heart's Desire]

Shen Ruoxi felt a sweet warmth in her heart, but she was somewhat annoyed by the other's harassment. She gave a soft hum and grabbed Yang Fan's mischievous right hand, saying, "Good husband, how could you bear to come back today?"

As she spoke, Shen Ruoxi tilted her head and counted on her fingers, completely behaving like a little girl, a far cry from her usual noble elegance!

She had only spoken halfway when Shen Ruoxi's body trembled, as if someone had struck her pressure point. A tidal wave of electricity instantly overwhelmed her, and her watery eyes immediately softened to the point of dripping water.

Gazing into her watery eyes, Yang Fan's hands did not stop. Judging that he had almost finished climbing the outer peaks, he rushed straight to the summit and forcefully grasped a crimson spot on the Holy Mother Peak.

"Ugh!"

With her vital point grasped by Yang Fan, Xu Ruoxi's body immediately went limp, unable to straighten her back.

Seeing Shen Ruoxi's pouting red lips, furrowed brows, and mixture of annoyance and delight as she pondered, Yang Fan's heart fluttered. Unable to contain his excitement any longer, he pressed his head down and kissed her...

This kiss instantly ignited a powerful spark! Already somewhat impulsive, how could Yang Fan possibly pass up this delicious treat? He enveloped her cherry-like lips with his large mouth, giving her a thorough kiss! The fragrant scent, the smooth juices, the soft, tender tongue—all five senses surged within him, making Yang Fan feel as if he were floating on air.

Shen Ruoxi was in the throes of intense pleasure. Just moments before, when her limbs were weak, she had managed to control her desires with a sliver of clarity. Now that her desires were fulfilled, she could no longer resist Yang Fan's teasing. Her soft arms instantly transformed into two long snakes, sometimes encircling Yang Fan's neck, sometimes entwining around his cheeks.

At the height of passion, she wished she could embed her entire being into Yang Fan's body, squeezing and pushing, yet she could only ever linger on the surface of his skin.

How long it lasted, the passionate kiss finally ended. Yang Fan's breath was long and steady, and he could eat without hindrance. But Shen Ruoxi didn't have the same innate energy to aid her; after separating from him, she gasped for breath.

The next moment, without Shen Ruoxi's prompting, Yang Fan instinctively reached for her smooth, beautiful legs. Among the women around him, Shen Ruoxi was undoubtedly the most outstanding. The only one who could rival her was Lin Jiaxin, also a prostitute, though even she was slightly inferior to Shen Ruoxi in terms of temperament! Perhaps, in terms of beauty, only Nalan Qingcheng and Tang Wan were slightly better than her, but these two beauties seemed to have little to do with Yang Fan.

She had a well-proportioned figure, beautiful lines, curves in all the right places, and was a stunning beauty. Most exquisite of all, her long legs and jade-like feet, coupled with her proud and alluring breasts, made her a truly rare and desirable woman.

Touching her soft, jade-like legs, Yang Fan couldn't bear to let go. He once again captured her fragrant lips with his own, and then, following the momentum, slowly thrust into that enchanting valley.

"Huff... huff..."

This time, Shen Ruoxi was even more overwhelmed; in just a few seconds, she almost choked! Half of the saliva in her mouth was swallowed by her, while the other half was swallowed by Yang Fan. The entanglement of their lips and teeth was always incredibly sweet. Each exchange of saliva seemed to make them feel even closer. The affection between them was sweeter than honey!

Shen Ruoxi could no longer suppress her emotions; the surging tide of desire was overwhelming her senses like a tsunami. If she didn't do something, she knew she would be incredibly embarrassed. Because… she could no longer control her urges; without some kind of movement to cover it up, the dripping fountain of desire would make her blush to the point of suffocation!

A man's gentleness is not only reflected in his caresses, his attention, and his thoughtfulness, but also in his timely greetings or responding to her when she needs it most. At this moment, Shen Ruoxi felt Yang Fan's gentleness. Her heart trembled, as if filled with fine wine, already intoxicated, powerless... and unwilling to extricate herself!

Their lips met, so naturally. Their gazes lingered, so naturally intertwined. They were so intertwined, as if trying to merge each other into their lives, inseparable even if they wanted to.

Her hand unconsciously touched his broad chest; the taut yet incredibly elastic touch made her want to knead it firmly, then she placed her other hand on the opposite side.

For Yang Fan, the beauty's initiative was undoubtedly a very good sign. Without hesitation, he reached out and grasped Shen Ruoxi's stunning breasts.

It wasn't the first time he had touched these gifts from heaven, but each time, Yang Fan felt something new. They weren't as soft as her buttocks; even though she was past her prime, they still retained a slight firmness. It was this touch, like that of a young girl, that allowed her breasts to remain so firm to this day.

*Bigger isn't always better, but a large pair always provides a strong sensory stimulation and an indescribable aesthetic pleasure.

A treasure that requires two hands to barely grasp, it's not something just anyone can have. Men who always say small breasts are good, are they... just sour grapes? Yang Fan's thoughts raced, but his hands didn't hesitate at all, moving from the base of her breasts to the tips, then from the two tempting red beans to the base of her ample breasts.

After several touches, he was no longer satisfied with caressing through her clothes. He removed her clothes, revealing a pink, lace, half-cup bra...

Sweeped by Yang Fan's somewhat lustful, inquiring gaze, Shen Ruoxi bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed, and nodded gently. "I...I just washed all my underwear, so I didn't have anything to change into, but...I didn't wear it specifically for you..."

Shen Ruoxi's voice trailed off, because she already realized that what she was saying was a clear case of "protesting too much." Shen Ruoxi's face flushed red, her cheeks burned, and her ears tingled with heat. She didn't dare to meet Yang

Fan's gaze, and a kind of intoxicated bliss seemed to rise on her face! Yang Fan's gaze never left Shen Ruoxi for even a moment. She was so focused, her eyes sparkling with countless captivating lights. Every smile, every gesture of hers was beautiful, and every part of her made him swoon!

Undressing a woman is a secret pleasure for any man. However, the degree of pleasure is mostly proportional to the woman's beauty. The more beautiful the woman, the better her figure, the greater the pleasure!

But sometimes, not undressing, or only removing a few garments, is also a very pleasurable thing. However, most of the time, this was only done when conditions didn't allow for a quick victory, or when concealment was necessary to avoid being too conspicuous. It was a last resort.

But Yang Fan and Shen Ruoxi didn't fall into either of those categories. Their decision to remove a few clothes was naturally related to Shen Ruoxi's sexy lingerie:

a see-through bra and open panties. These two items made it easy for Yang Fan to do his dirty work without removing too much of Shen Ruoxi's clothing, and he could even create various scenarios…

Doing it in bed was certainly exciting, but Yang Fan was now completely consumed by lust and had no intention of changing the scene. He simply ripped off the zipper, reached into the panties, and pulled out his member, ready to unleash his power.

"This bad guy, why is he in such a hurry today!"

Shen Ruoxi thought to herself, but only looked at Yang Fan timidly, without any intention of stopping him. Because… she was just laughing at someone else's shortcomings, and she herself was already soaked in the late spring rain, her underwear drenched.

“Guanyin sitting on a lotus, or an old tree entwined with roots?”

Sitting upright is called Guanyin sitting on a lotus, sitting backwards is called an old tree entwined with roots. Aside from the different directions they faced, the positions were largely the

same. Yang Fan's question terrified Shen Ruoxi! If it were in the dark, perhaps she could be a little more unrestrained, straddling him and becoming a galloping rider. But now, with the lights on, doing this with him was already incredibly embarrassing. How could this wicked man still have the heart to tease her, actually… actually asking her what position she wanted!

“If you don't speak, I'll take that as the default option!”

Yang Fan chuckled, lifting Shen Ruoxi's skirt to her hips, then lifting her buttocks for the third time, and adjusting her facing direction again.

"You are Guanyin, I am the lotus, sit on me!"

Yang Fan gently lifted Shen Ruoxi's fragrant buttocks, helping her to sit on top of him, but then stopped. Judging from his words and expression, he clearly wanted her to willingly submit.

"Ugh!"

Shen Ruoxi couldn't help but cover her face and let out a groan. Was it shyness? Was it unbearable? Or was there some other feeling in her heart? Shen Ruoxi really couldn't say for sure, and could only close her eyes and leave it to fate.

With a gritted tooth and a determined heart, she lowered her suspended buttocks and sat on that human lotus flower. Unfortunately, the lotus flower had thorns, a hard, long, thick, and hot thorn that almost pierced her heart and lungs under the impact of the acceleration.

"Hiss!"

A cold breath entered her mouth, and Shen Ruoxi grimaced for a while before she could barely get used to it. "You rascal, I haven't seen you for days, and you've changed so much!"

It was clear that Shen Ruoxi wasn't just being coquettish; her tone was filled with both surprise and fear, obviously worried that the thorn beneath her would grow endlessly!

Yang Fan chuckled, "My dear wife, it's not that it's changed! It's you who's changed! Look, so much water, and so tight… hiss…"

The boat had entered the harbor, the sword was sheathed, and there was no need for further tricks. What followed was a passionate affair, with all sorts of weapons being used in turn, and seventy-two unique techniques being displayed one after another.

As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder; one's worries were gone, her ailments lifted, and she completely opened her heart. The other was overjoyed, her heart bursting with happiness, wishing she could become one with him. The two, naturally, hit it off immediately, putting in the same effort and letting loose, resulting in an incredibly intense battle…

The fierce struggle lasted for a long time, changing positions again and again, until they both felt they couldn't fit on the sofa any longer, and finally rolled onto the bed again! The couple, reunited after a long separation, were particularly energetic, their desires rising. Fortunately, Shen Ruolan wasn't there, so she didn't become a third wheel!

Shen Ruoxi kept saying no, but ultimately, half-heartedly, she let Yang Fan climb onto her body again and again… When Yang Fan leaned against the headboard, satisfied, wanting to chat with Shen Ruoxi, she had already fallen asleep due to exhaustion…

Stroking Shen Ruoxi's smooth skin, Yang Fan regretted asking for too much, leaving her so exhausted! Shen Ruoxi, panting and drenched in sweat, lay in his arms, a sheet draped over her, concealing her flawless, jade-like body. Strands of her loose hair, soaked with sweat, clung to her face, exuding an indescribable allure. Her breathing was even; she had already drifted off to sleep! Gently

stroking Shen Ruoxi's cheeks, still flushed, Yang Fan pulled the sheet up to cover her before getting out of bed and going to the balcony, quietly gazing at the endless sky. If he had a choice, he would never want to leave this place, yet he had a premonition that he would soon be separated from them for a long time. Staring blankly at the starry sky, Yang Fan inadvertently thought of his parents, whom he had never met…

Some things, though Yang Fan didn't want to think about, were ultimately unavoidable. One of Yang Fan's initial purposes in coming to Yanjing was related to his origins. Although he hadn't revealed it, deep down he constantly thought about it.

Since arriving in Yanjing, Yang Fan had encountered numerous events, leaving him no time to ponder these questions. Now, he was entangled in a deadly conflict with the major holy lands. If his trip to the ancient tomb were exposed, he would face immense danger. This forced him to seek answers about his origins while simultaneously seeking ways to protect himself.

Perhaps, with his current strength, as long as the powerful experts of the major holy lands didn't intervene, ordinary Void Returning Realm experts would have little chance against him. However, who could rule out the possibility that some monstrous existence, even more monstrous than the Blood Lotus Ancestor, existed within the major holy lands? After all, with the resources of the major holy lands, cultivating a few such individuals wouldn't be too difficult.

Even if Yang Fan wasn't afraid of such an existence, what about Dongfang Lan and the others? What about Shen Ruoxi and the others? Who would protect them? Who would guarantee their safety? That's why Yang Fan was so eager to cultivate his own fighting force to ensure the safety of Dongfang Lan and the others, so that he could do what he wanted to do...

Chapter 501 [Heart-to-Heart Connection]

Yang Fan didn't know how long he had been standing by the window when he suddenly felt a warmth on his body, and then a soft body pressed against his back. He turned around and hugged Shen Ruoxi, then asked, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Shen Ruoxi shook her head, snuggling tightly against Yang Fan's back, her breath sweet as orchids, "I can't sleep, I just want to hold you tight, that way I'll feel at ease!"

Yang Fan gently patted Shen Ruoxi's little bottom and laughed, "It's windy here, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

"No! You're not afraid of catching a cold, why would I be?"

At this moment, Shen Ruoxi was like a little girl experiencing her first love, leaning against Yang Fan's back, unusually acting coquettish.

"Silly girl, our constitutions are different. If you repeat what I say, you'll easily get sick!"

Hearing Shen Ruoxi's coquettish tone, Yang Fan felt no discomfort whatsoever; on the contrary, he thoroughly enjoyed this warm scene.

"Don't worry, I'm prepared. Hehe! Cover us both up, then we won't be cold!"

Shen Ruoxi shook out the bed sheet, wrapping herself and Yang Fan together in it, instantly keeping the cold wind out. With

a slight smile, Yang Fan didn't object to Shen Ruoxi's actions, but instead turned his gaze back to the empty space outside the window.

"Yang Fan, are you... something on your mind?"

Sensing that Yang Fan's mood was somewhat down, Shen Ruoxi remained silent for a while before slowly asking.

Between a man and a woman, if they truly achieve a spiritual connection, it's easy to sense each other's emotional changes. Although Yang Fan hid his sadness well, Shen Ruoxi still noticed it. She was a gentle and virtuous woman, and even more so, a clever and quick-witted one. She always knew what to say and what not to do. Her actions just now, frankly, were nothing more than her playfully teasing Yang Fan. While doing so, she was actually a little uneasy, because she sensed that Yang Fan's mood wasn't very high, and that's why she tried to comfort him in this way!

How could Yang Fan not understand her good intentions? A woman willing to change for him, willing to set aside her pride, her usual ways, and even her proud nature—what does that say? Besides showing that she loves herself more than herself, what else could it say?

What more could he ask for than a woman who understands and loves him? Yang Fan didn't want his emotions to affect his lover's mood. Although they didn't need secrets and faced everything together, there were some things that, as a man, Yang Fan had to shoulder himself, not let his woman suffer with him!

Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but suppress his vague sadness. He turned Shen Ruoxi around, and with a gasp from her, he pulled her into his arms, pressing himself against her from behind and wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

"Ah!"

Shen Ruoxi gasped, her vision blurring, and suddenly she was inexplicably in Yang Fan's arms. Holding someone and being held are completely different feelings. When she held Yang Fan, she felt an indescribable peace, as if she were firmly holding onto him. But now, being held by him was a different feeling altogether—a feeling of security, a deep, overwhelming sense of love. Lying in his arms, she didn't need to think or do anything; she could feel that security from the bottom of her heart!

The kind of peace that requires effort to grasp is undoubtedly more comfortable than this warmth that comes without doing anything. For a woman, this is what truly makes her feel safe!

Women are like women, women are like flowers. Even the strongest woman needs the care and love of others. Shen Ruoxi had waited over thirty years for this warm and safe embrace. Finally, heaven was kind to her; this long-awaited warmth had finally arrived!

Lying in Yang Fan's arms, Shen Ruoxi gradually forgot her earlier questions, let alone how she ended up in Yang Fan's arms. At this moment, she didn't want to think about anything. If she could, she wished this moment could last forever…

However, sometimes things don't go so smoothly. Just as Shen Ruoxi was immersed in the intense love, she suddenly felt a hot, hard thing pressed against her plump buttocks, seemingly about to do something naughty.

"Mmm…"

The hot, burning sensation made Shen Ruoxi let out a soft moan. Although she had just been lost in bliss, feeling that fullness again, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh!

This soft sigh, like a fuse, instantly made Yang Fan's erection even stronger. If it weren't for his consideration for her physical limits, he would have already taken her again with a powerful thrust. Both sighed deeply, but Shen Ruoxi's was a satisfied, alluring sound, while Yang Fan's sigh was one of desperately suppressing and shifting his desire…

"Yang Fan, if… if you really can't hold back anymore, I can still…"

Sensing Yang Fan's desperate restraint, Shen Ruoxi whispered.

"Phew!"

Shen Ruoxi's words were like a time bomb, making Yang Fan's heart flutter. But remembering Shen Ruoxi's tired look just now, he still forced himself to say, "Let's forget it, Ruoxi. You know that if it happens again, it will take at least an hour. I'm worried about your health..."

"Sigh, it's all my fault! If only I had another sister~" With her back to Yang Fan, he didn't notice the struggle that flashed across Shen Ruoxi's face when she said this. It was as if she had made up her mind but was still undecided.

But she had no idea how incredibly alluring her words were to Yang Fan! The thought of sisters sharing one husband instantly reignited his virility, which had just begun to subside. It wasn't that he was lewd, but the sheer power of Shen Ruoxi's words was undeniable.

Almost involuntarily, Yang Fan slightly lifted his hands, which were wrapped around her slender waist, and then pulled his hips back slightly before slowly, very slowly, moving forward… Even if they couldn't go all out, a little playful teasing was still quite nice!

"Hiss!"

Shen Ruoxi's red lips parted slightly, emitting a hissing sound like a snake's tongue. The hot touch, the hard friction, and the overwhelming sense of conquest all made her feel a heat rising in her lower abdomen.

She was already aroused by Yang Fan's close embrace, and couldn't withstand his pressure. Although she seemed powerless to continue, she still had her real tricks up her sleeve, which she hadn't dared to tell Yang Fan. She was afraid that revealing this secret would damage her image in his eyes. But his actions made her long-held secret waver slightly... The

rear position... even without penetration, it provided unprecedented stimulation. Especially between a man and a woman, when there's mutual attraction, this kind of compromise is even more exciting than actual intercourse!

However, this feeling was incredibly wonderful, yet it was always a bit off, making Yang Fan want to thrust his hips hard. Fortunately, it was also comfortable, at least allowing him to shift his focus slightly, which prevented him from disregarding Shen Ruoxi's physical limits and entering her body again.

However, in such an ambiguous situation, it was easy to break the dam. Even without any seductive techniques, Yang Fan's mere caresses were enough to make Shen Ruoxi's sturdy dam burst open, causing the naturally flowing fluids to secrete from her body, moistening her dry passage.

One person's moans quickly turned into two people's chants. Or perhaps one person was whimpering while the other was roaring. Her soft, elastic buttocks, gripping Yang Fan's heat, made him reluctant to pull away. So, his hands held her waist, continuing to slowly and forcefully grind against her… The

nerve distribution of the body's functional organs is very concentrated, and rapid movement can bring an intoxicating stimulation. However, Shen Ruoxi's plump and delicate buttocks gave Yang Fan a different kind of beauty.

He neither entered her body nor made rapid back-and-forth movements within her buttocks. It was just a slow, unhurried grinding... backing away... backing away... grinding away, yet it was this seemingly casual movement that made the two of them completely intoxicated, wishing it could last forever!

But if it was just like that, it was clearly not enough. People are always so greedy; having obtained something good, they still hope to obtain something even better. So, Yang Fan was no longer content with the status quo. His hand moved up along her soft waist, grasping the roundness that his hands could barely hold.

"No... Yang Fan, don't pinch there, I... I can't help it!"

Shen Ruoxi turned her head, giving Yang Fan a shy yet reproachful look, which momentarily captivated him, and he unconsciously nodded in agreement.

By the time he came to his senses, it was too late; it's never good to go back on your word.

With a quick thought, Yang Fan had a new idea. He manipulated his penis, pulling it out from Shen Ruoxi's reluctant grip, and pressed it against her buttocks, inserting it between her legs.

"Mmm...no...eh..."

Shen Ruoxi initially intended to let out a soft cry and stop Yang Fan from entering her. Unexpectedly, that rascal only pressed between her legs! The unique sensation almost made her think she would be wildly possessed, yet he merely grazed her...and pressed against her...!

When what she had initially resisted was so close, yet missed for some reason, Shen Ruoxi unconsciously felt a pang of regret.

However, amidst this regret, Shen Ruoxi was also deeply moved. Yang Fan's reluctance to possess her at this moment was entirely out of consideration for her body; he feared she wouldn't be able to withstand his touch again, thus choosing this compromise. Similarly, he was afraid that the other place would cause a strong reaction, so he chose a less sensitive spot...

However, Yang Fan didn't know that his next move would drive Shen Ruoxi almost mad. He pressed against her sensitive areas, repeating the same movements he had made inside her buttocks, his aim being to reduce her sensory stimulation.

But he didn't realize that his actions now far exceeded what he had done before. If Shen Ruoxi could barely tolerate it before, now, when that burning, hard, electric-like sensation surged forth like a raging flood, Shen Ruoxi could no longer resist.

That intoxicating pleasure, though she had already experienced it firsthand, was something that, for both man and woman, possessed a captivating beauty akin to savoring aged wine—the more you tasted it, the richer, the more fragrant, the more intoxicating it became!

"If… we could go further… how wonderful that would be?"

This strange thought surfaced in her mind, making Shen Ruoxi want to warn Yang Fan aloud, but her feminine modesty prevented her from uttering such words…

Love wasn't just about sex, but… love with harmonious sex was more fragrant than the most alluring wine. That intoxicating feeling can only be known by experiencing it firsthand; the joy of the union of body and soul is something worth pursuing!

This is exactly what Yang Fan wanted. Simple physical stimulation was no longer his goal; otherwise, he could have completely disregarded Shen Ruoxi's physical sensations and enjoyed the pleasure alone. Sometimes, the fusion of souls is far more intense than the pleasure derived from the body!

Like a man's genitals, a woman's nerve-rich genitals can easily overflow with moisture with the slightest friction. Although due to differences in constitution, some women may experience a torrent of pleasure with far less than the standard duration of touch, while others require slow and gentle stimulation to achieve a sustained flow. But one thing is certain: all women are the same. As long as a man's penis is hovering nearby, they will quickly experience the same physiological reaction!

Yang Fan's grinding motion didn't last long before he felt someone spit on his penis. Before he could even check if it was rainwater, spring water, or real saliva, another stream of water moistened his erection. His

body was more sensitive and less susceptible to temptation than that of an ordinary girl. Especially when long-suppressed desire was aroused, this became even more intense. Yang Fan hadn't expected that his attempt to use some external tools to slightly release his pent-up desire would inevitably arouse Shen Ruoxi's desire...

Chapter 502 [Palace Secrets]

"Yang Fan!"

At this moment, whether unable to restrain herself or for some other reason, Shen Ruoxi softly called out. Her voice was languid and charming, with a hint of shyness and annoyance. Only such a stunning beauty could express so much intriguing emotion with a simple, gentle call.

Yang Fan responded naturally, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Ruoxi, what's wrong?"

"I...feel unwell!"

Shen Ruoxi shook her head slightly, trying to get rid of Yang Fan's harassment, but failed. She could only tense her thigh muscles in slight annoyance, trying to give him a little pain. Little did she know, this only made her suffer more.

She could vaguely feel that the hard, smooth tip had already been pushed a little bit into her body, but when she tried to use more force to push it deeper, she found that due to the asynchronous muscle contraction, it only went in a little bit before slipping to the side!

"You bad boy, are you doing this on purpose?"

Every woman has the right to act coquettishly at times to gain more affection from a man. Although Shen Ruoxi was past the age of girlish coquetry, she still had this right.

Yang Fan innocently shrank back and said, "What? What do you mean by doing this on purpose?"

Shen Ruoxi turned to look at Yang Fan, trying to see from his eyes whether he was doing it on purpose, but she couldn't find any flaws in his eyes. She could only say dejectedly, "I...I want to...do that with you!"

For Shen Ruoxi, with her elegant nature, to say such a thing showed how moved she was! Hearing her actually take the initiative to make love to him, Yang Fan was pleasantly surprised, but couldn't help feeling a little tempted to tease her. He chuckled and said, "What do you mean, 'that' with me? What do you mean, 'that'?"

"You...you're so bad!"

Shen Ruoxi couldn't help but slap Yang Fan, wiggling her hips to give him a clear hint, then secretly vowed in her heart, "If you dare to play dumb with me again, I'll see how I deal with you!"

Whether he heard Shen Ruoxi's inner whisper or sensed her hint, Yang Fan gently leaned forward, holding her tightly in his arms, and whispered, "Since you wanted it, why didn't you say so earlier? If you had, I wouldn't have refused you. But...can your body handle it now? I don't want you to hurt yourself because of me. If you do, I'll regret it for the rest of my life!"

Hearing Yang Fan say this, Shen Ruoxi felt a surge of excitement. Even at this point, he was still thinking of her, preferring to suffer rather than harm her body. With someone loving her like this, what more could she ask for?

A seemingly insignificant word, a trivial gesture, or even a cryptic glance between lovers can convey different meanings. Needless to say, Yang Fan's actions at this moment deeply moved Shen Ruoxi.

She remembered when Yang Fan first moved into her home; although he was very kind and polite, she always felt he was not of this world. He kept everything bottled up inside, never sharing it with others, and seemed indifferent to the world, let alone her.

But as they spent more time together, he integrated more into society, and some of his old habits changed. Shen Ruoxi noticed all these changes. She was a gentle and virtuous woman, and also a clever and astute one. She always knew what to say and what not to do.

With Yang Fan's words, Shen Ruoxi knew he had changed… truly changed. And he had changed for her! A man willing to change for her, especially someone as aloof as him—what did that mean? What else could it mean besides that he loves me more than himself?

Tears of happiness silently streamed down her face. She gently wiped them away before Yang Fan could even see them. Knowing when to stop, she was clever enough. How could she not understand that changing someone could never be rushed? His willingness to change for her, his ability to change for her… that was enough!

“Actually… actually, I’m quite alright!”

Shen Ruoxi held Yang Fan’s hands, her trembling slightly, her expression becoming extremely shy, as if she had some unspeakable secret!

After a moment of contemplation, she gritted her teeth and said, “Yang Fan, do you know why our Shen family can stand among the four great families?”

“Hmm?”

Hearing her question, Yang Fan became puzzled. Could it be related to their family?

Just as Yang Fan was puzzled, Shen Ruoxi continued, "Our Shen family possesses a secret formula, and it was based on this formula that we started our business. Did you know that in ancient times, our Shen family even specialized in preparing medicines for the imperial concubines and empresses?"

"As you know, in the ancient imperial court, there was only one man, but hundreds of concubines. Even if the emperor favored one woman each night, he wouldn't be able to keep up for a year. Moreover, the imperial court was a place full of struggle. To rise above others in such a place, one had to possess some unique methods, including some bedroom arts..."

At this point, Shen Ruoxi's face flushed with shame, as if painted with rouge. If it weren't to dispel Yang Fan's concerns, she would never have uttered such embarrassing things.

"I've heard of bedroom arts, but what does that have to do with medicine?"

Hearing Shen Ruoxi's words, Yang Fan became genuinely puzzled. However, when he heard Shen Ruoxi's explanation, his heart skipped a beat. Judging from her tone, she clearly possessed quite a few advanced techniques!

"You idiot, you're usually as clever as a monkey, how come you're so stupid today?"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Shen Ruoxi was furious. She had made herself so clear, how could he still not understand? However, she also understood that she had probably not explained clearly when she stammered earlier.

"Since things are already like this, might as well go all out and not be ashamed!"

Thinking this, Shen Ruoxi suppressed her embarrassment and said, "Don't you understand? My ancestors made medicine for the concubines, so naturally they had to come into contact with them. Over time, they learned a lot. Also, in ancient times, emperors had too many concubines and had to rely on certain elixirs to maintain their health. Although those elixirs had serious side effects, their effects were very good. Ordinary women simply couldn't withstand them. Therefore, the imperial physicians developed a way to maintain health. Practicing this not only strengthens one's resistance but also makes it easier to make one's opponent surrender!"

Listening to Shen Ruoxi's explanation, Yang Fan was dumbfounded. If he still couldn't understand what she meant by this, then he could only be called an idiot. Needless to say, Shen Ruoxi's ancestors must have also obtained this method of enhancing resistance, and then it was passed down!

Upon hearing this news, Yang Fan's gaze towards Shen Ruoxi became increasingly intense. Since she knew this technique, her physical resistance was naturally far beyond that of ordinary people. If that were the case, wouldn't he no longer need to worry about her health...? Thinking this, Yang Fan couldn't help but chuckle, making Shen Ruoxi's cheeks flush red.

"So... could it be that you haven't been going all out when we've been competing?"

Yang Fan asked with a suspicious yet affectionate look. Looking at Shen Ruoxi, he said, "Ruoxi, tell me honestly, have you been holding back every time we've done it, not giving it your all?"

Asked by Yang Fan, Shen Ruoxi lowered her head shyly. But perhaps being open about it made her bolder. She replied bashfully, "You know, I... I'm afraid that if I use those techniques, you won't be able to handle it. How could I dare to use my full strength?"

Yang Fan chuckled. He said, "No wonder, every time I feel you're very comfortable, but there's always a sense of unsatisfaction. Okay, this time you don't need to hold back, let's have a big battle and see who wins!"

Whenever he was intimate with women, Yang Fan always held back, releasing his energy when he felt he had enough. If there was one time he truly enjoyed himself, it was only with Lin Wan'er that he truly felt satisfied. Even then, Lin Wan'er almost collapsed, so he didn't dare use his energy on her every day.

While it's certainly exhilarating to have sex with three, four, or even more women, constantly rotating can sometimes lead to a desire for a more intense, unrestrained battle with a worthy opponent. Men often like to challenge their limits, in every aspect of life, especially in this kind of thing—undoubtedly, every man enjoys it!

Foreplay had been sufficient, saving endless trouble. A thousand words couldn't compare to actions; at this moment, only the act of penetration, the union of body and soul, could truly make them understand each other!

Yang Fan gently parted the folds of her skin, and Shen Ruoxi gradually opened her heart. Each throbbing pulse, each surge, touched her sensitive areas, pulsating from the opening of her vagina all the way to her heart.

Each pulse seemed like a loving call from him. And she, with her boundless embrace, wholeheartedly welcomed his power.

Shen Ruoxi's body seemed to possess a natural quality; the first time Yang Fan entered her, he felt her tight embrace. Although it had slightly expanded in subsequent encounters, it remained remarkably tight and comfortable for his size. And this time, he was astonished to find that entering her body felt like returning to their first time together!

"Wait a minute..."

Shen Ruoxi gritted her teeth and inhaled sharply, trying to relax. After a period of sustained effort, she ultimately had to give up halfway. When he had only entered halfway, she reached back and grasped his base, demanding a halt!

"My darling, unleash your full power!"

At this moment, Yang Fan didn't need to hold back. As he spoke, he thrust deeply into her, almost penetrating her abdomen!

It must be said, a woman's adaptability is truly remarkable. Even though it seemed like she couldn't accommodate something so thick, so long, so huge, once she actually pushed open the door, went in a little, adjusted, and then went in a little more, adjusted again, before long, she could accommodate most of it!

And when using the rear-entry method, with the ample flesh of her buttocks providing a barrier, it felt as if the entire root could be inside! Most importantly, it wasn't just ordinary complete immersion, but rather... a complete immersion that reached the depths of her soul!

Yang Fan's sudden onslaught greatly stimulated Shen Ruoxi. She hadn't expected that her words would provoke Yang Fan to such a state of arousal. The feeling was like that of a couple experiencing love for the first time, wishing they could merge into each other's bodies. This wonderful sensation gave Shen Ruoxi wave after wave of overwhelming psychological climax!

Some say women are emotional creatures, capable of reaching their peak with just a glance or a light kiss, without needing a man's penis. In this respect, women are fortunate, and coupled with their rapid recovery, they are far happier than men.

However, from another perspective, they are also unfortunate. If they don't love their partner, even if the strongest and most muscular man in the world enters them, they might not feel anything. Undoubtedly, Shen Ruoxi loved Yang Fan deeply, and thus, in a short time, she experienced a peak that many women never reach in their entire lives!

"Ugh!"

A moan, seemingly satisfied, yet also a sob, a sigh, escaped her lips, like a nightingale's song, or a war horn, once again drawing back the curtain on the battle!

"My dear husband, I'm coming soon, be careful!"

Shen Ruoxi took a deep breath, giving Yang Fan a weak, disdainful look. She looked more like a master martial artist gathering strength for a final strike…

"Hiss!"

Yang Fan gasped. He felt something strange beneath him; almost simultaneously, seven or eight small hands gripped every inch of his erect penis, as if a dozen small mouths were simultaneously licking him, or even as a thousand brushes were applying pressure to his most sensitive spot… In just a moment

, Yang Fan tasted the unparalleled pleasure of reaching the heavens, a blissful state beyond words. He could no longer restrain himself and began a fierce battle. Each thrust was harder than the last, each penetration deeper than the last. Was gentleness more enduring, or was strength more powerful? Until the very end, no one knew the victor!

And so, the night became incomparably alluring. Even the cold moon seemed to be infected by Yang Fan and Shen Ruoxi's passion, radiating a faint pink glow. Even the moon... was moved!

Yang Fan felt a tightening sensation beneath him, every inch of his erection enveloped tightly, unable to move, unable to penetrate, unable to advance or retreat. A thousand squeezing forces seemed to want to push him out. But because this force came a little too late, he was already trapped, unable to move.

Until the squeezing force reached its peak, Yang Fan's barely suppressed desire finally reached its eruption. So, he no longer tried to suppress it, letting it gush forth freely.

A thousand drops of essence, frolicking, rushed into the depths of her body. A burning, intense love, seemingly endless and boundless, enveloped her fiercely, leaving her limp and powerless in his arms…

Chapter 503 [Love in Death]

Qilipo, located three hundred li southeast of Kyoto, has a cliff at its summit called Eagle's Beak Cliff. As its name suggests, viewed from above, it resembles the beak of a giant eagle, poised to devour. On either side of the beak are bottomless abysses, shrouded in thick fog, as if ancient demons dwell within.

This place is a forbidden zone; anyone entering it inevitably feels a sense of dread. Over time, no one has ventured to Qilipo.

Tonight, there is no light. Even the moon seems to sense the unusual nature of the night, hiding early behind the clouds. Only a few twinkling stars illuminate the sky. The entire mountaintop is dark and deathly silent; besides the bare rocks, not even a crow can be seen!

Bathed in darkness, Yang Fan strolled leisurely, moving slowly like a ghost. His seemingly slow pace allowed him to ascend from the foot of the mountain to its summit in an instant…

“What a wonderful place, but unfortunately, the spiritual energy is gone, and the deathly aura is too heavy. A great battle must have taken place here in ancient times, and many people must have died, leaving behind an lingering yin energy that has turned what was once a spiritual land into a dead zone!”

Standing atop the mountain, Yang Fan surveyed the landscape before him and remarked leisurely.

Indeed, Yang Fan had come to keep his appointment tonight. He had made a seven-day promise with Yagyu Saburo outside the thugs' club, and today marked the end of those seven days, hence his visit.

However, Yang Fan showed no sign of the tension that preceded the battle; he seemed merely a spectator, as if everything here was irrelevant to him.

"Come out. Now that you're here, there's no need to hide anymore. Your ninjutsu may have some merit, but it can't fool me!"

After admiring his surroundings for a while, Yang Fan spoke softly. He spoke as if to himself, or perhaps to thin air, his tone as calm as still water, and even his facial expression remained unchanged.

But the instant he finished speaking, ripples, barely perceptible to the naked eye, suddenly appeared in the void not far in front of him. Then, a figure slowly emerged from the void—it was none other than Yagyu Saburo, who had challenged him to a duel.

"Mr. Yang is indeed an extraordinary person! I, Yagyu Saburo, would not dare say that my ninjutsu is the best in Japan, but it is definitely among the top three. Below the level of a divine ninja, no one can see through my ninjutsu, yet Mr. Yang saw through it at a glance!"

"Your ninjutsu originates from the Qimen Dunjia technique of my Great Tang Dynasty. It's not that I look down on your ninjutsu, but although your ninjutsu has its unique aspects, it is merely the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the Five Elements Dunjia. In the end, it's just some illusions. If I can't even see through this, how can I talk about fighting you?"

"Mr. Yang is indeed a man of few words. It's true that my Japanese ninjutsu originated from China, but ninjutsu has developed into an independent art, long since transcending the realm of Qimen Dunjia and becoming a unique martial art. However, since Mr. Yang speaks of ninjutsu so poorly, then let me experience Mr. Yang's superior skills!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yagyu Saburo vanished from his spot. Tonight, he had invited Yang Fan to a duel, but he had only appeared for less than three seconds before starting the fight, without even exchanging a few words. This showed what kind of person he truly was!

However, facing Yagyu Saburo's sudden attack, Yang Fan remained unfazed, and even Yagyu Saburo's sudden disappearance did not cause the slightest change!

"Since you are so confident in your ninjutsu, then today I will show you the true Qimen Dunjia of China!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fan casually raised his hand, and instantly, a visible ripple spread out from his finger technique, like an invisible net, covering the void to the right.

To Yang Fan's right lay a bottomless abyss, utterly empty except for darkness. Yet, the instant the invisible net descended upon the void, Yagyu Saburo's figure suddenly appeared to his right. Yagyu Saburo gripped his sword with both hands, maintaining a downward slashing stance, the blade pointing directly at Yang Fan. Judging by his imposing aura, even a mountain could be cleaved in two, but he couldn't bring himself to strike, remaining in the downward slashing stance with a look of terror on his face.

"Indeed, you have some skill, but this is only the beginning!"

However, the surprise on Yagyu Saburo's face vanished in a fleeting instant. Then, with a swift turn of his blade, he instantly cleaved through the net Yang Fan had created, and vanished from the void once more.

"The beginning? Then I'll have to see for myself. Five Elements Formation, activate!"

At the same time, five different colored true energies—red, gold, black, cyan, and yellow—suddenly erupted from Yang Fan's body, the five streams of energy dividing into five directions and instantly merging into the void.

What seemed like a mundane action, however, resulted in Yang Fan's complete disappearance the moment the five streams of true energy merged into the void. Immediately afterward, the void trembled, and streams of chaotic energy surged forth, instantly covering the entire space. The next moment, a space filled with chaotic energy slowly rose…

This was a barrier created by Yang Fan using the five elements of true energy, a kind of formation. He utilized the principles of the Five Elements Sect's Five Elements Formation, combined with the unique barrier-creating techniques of a Void Returning expert, to create something between a barrier and a formation.

This nameless entity not only possessed the characteristics of a formation but also a trace of the unique space of a barrier. The combination of these two elements created an effect far beyond simple addition; not only did the power of the formation become immense, but the barrier space also became more stable.

It could be said that this barrier filled with chaotic energy had formed a temporary, independent space. All things in the world are formed from the condensation of the five elements of energy; this is the essence of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements. The space Yang Fan created had already begun to take shape as a world, lacking only the power of Yin and Yang. If it possessed this power, new life could even be born within it!

This space appeared no different from before, but in reality, it was a completely different world, a self-contained realm. What appeared to be only ten meters in diameter had become a miniature world within.

Even a small world is still a world, a completely different concept from mere space. At this moment, Yang Fan arrived at the very center of the miniature world he had created, precisely the center of the formation. As for Yagyu Saburo, he was trapped by the formation.

In fact, Yagyu Saburo stood right in front of him, gripping his sword nervously, fully alert. Yang Fan stood just three meters away, yet Yagyu Saburo seemed completely oblivious to him.

"What is this? An illusion? But how can it be so real? Such illusion techniques can only be unleashed by a ninja of god-like strength, right? Could the Qimen Dunjia techniques of China really be this powerful? But my master once told me that Chinese martial arts are nothing special, far less wondrous than our ninjutsu. But seeing this today, it seems that's not the case!"

Just as Yagyu Saburo was filled with tension, Yang Fan's voice rang out: "This is my Chinese Five Elements Formation. If you can break this Five Elements Formation, you will be qualified to fight me. Otherwise, you know what the consequences will be!"

The instant Yang Fan finished speaking, the void around Yagyu Saburo suddenly turned crimson. Then, crimson fire dragons suddenly shot out from the void, rushing towards Yagyu Saburo.

"Five Elements Fire, Blazing Inferno!"

Boom! Streams of fire dragons, seemingly alive, swirled ceaselessly in the void. Though all charged towards Yagyu Saburo, their attack was not without pattern; rather, they resembled an army, arrayed and deployed, one after another striking at him.

"Eight Extremes Kill, Slaughter!"

Facing the oncoming fire dragons, Yagyu Saburo roared. His curved sword suddenly gleamed, and ghostly faces appeared on its surface. His entire aura turned cold and malevolent. With his roar, more ghostly faces flew from his sword, rushing towards the fire dragons.

The fire dragons seemed to have a natural advantage over these ghostly faces; upon contact, the faces were incinerated. However, the ghostly faces seemed endless, refusing to be burned away no matter how the fire dragons burned them. In this ebb and flow, the fire dragons in the void were suddenly completely devoured by the ghostly faces.

Finally, the last fire dragon vanished under the onslaught of the ghostly faces. The expression on Yagyu Saburo's face had just relaxed when it was replaced by tension again.

The fire dragon had vanished from the void, but countless sharp logs, each the size of a millstone, appeared out of nowhere like a meteor shower, hurtling towards Yagyu Saburo one after another.

And that wasn't all; the once flat ground suddenly began to shake, and then countless sharp spikes emerged from the ground, aiming for Yagyu Saburo's lower body.

At the same time, Yagyu Saburo also discovered that among the sharp logs were spears gleaming with golden light. These spears, though not as large as the logs, emitted a killing intent far stronger than the logs.

In the sky, tornadoes were brewing and roaring; the whole scene looked like the end of the world, filled with killing intent and utter despair. And Yagyu Saburo was right in the center of this despair, at the height of the killing intent!

"Eight Extremes Kill! Kill Heaven, kill Earth, kill people, kill souls, kill life, kill living beings, kill spirits, kill

all things! Kill! Kill! Kill!" Faced with such a complex situation, Yagyu Saburo could no longer remain calm. With a roar, he wielded his sword like lightning, unleashing wave after wave of blade light, interspersed with countless ghostly shadows, blasting in all directions!

Rumble... When the blade light collided with the sharp wood and spears, it actually produced a series of sounds of solid objects colliding. With each sound, the entire space trembled slightly.

Bang!

A final loud bang rang out, and the entire space finally exploded with a bang under Yagyu Saburo's relentless slashing. Yagyu Saburo and Yang Fan reappeared on Eagle's Beak Cliff.

"Not bad, I didn't expect you to get out of the formation so quickly. Actually, the biggest difference between ninjutsu and formations is that ninjutsu is illusion, which uses external objects to change perspective, thereby achieving the purpose of hiding the real body. Formations, on the other hand, are a mix of reality and illusion, what you think is fake, it will immediately become real, and what you think is real, it is very likely to be fake again!"

"Moreover, this is merely the simplest formation among the myriad formations of Qimen Dunjia. True Qimen Dunjia can borrow the power of heaven and earth for its own use, control the stars and all things as if they were its own arms, and pluck stars and seize the moon—it is omnipotent!"

"I never imagined that the formations of China would be so formidable! However, the invisibility technique of my Japanese ninjutsu is merely the simplest of its kind. True ninjutsu is the art of assassination, capable of taking the head of a general from among a million soldiers—a feat of unparalleled skill. In war, it is of paramount importance. In other words, it is just like the assassins you Chinese speak of!"

"The highest level of an assassin is to have a knife in one's heart, yet not a knife in one's heart. Today, I will show you the true strength of my Japanese Heavenly Ninja! Kill!"

This time, Yagyu Saburo did not disappear again. He slowly raised his sword, seemingly slowly, but in reality, very quickly. Afterimages appeared on the blade. What appeared to be a simple action of raising a sword was as if he were raising thousands of swords.

At the same time, he slowly took a step, a seemingly simple step that traversed countless mountains and rivers, crossing layers of space, appearing before Yang Fan in a single stride, and unleashing a slash!

What kind of slash was this? Indescribable, beyond description, like a celestial being descending from the heavens, a stroke of divine inspiration, without any discernible trajectory, without any flaws. It was like the trajectory of the heavens, sealing off all the space around Yang Fan. At this moment, space seemed to be imprisoned. Yang Fan found that he suddenly could no longer use the power of space to move aside and dodge this slash.

In other words, no matter how he dodged or evaded, he could not avoid this divine stroke of inspiration. Apart from facing it head-on, he had no other way to break through this killing move!

"People say assassins are cunning! But that's not true. The way of assassination can also be honorable and aboveboard. You can kill your opponent in broad daylight, plunge your scimitar into their heart during a direct confrontation, leaving them utterly desperate, teetering on the edge of death, feeling like you're dancing on a knife's edge. That is the true way of assassination. Yang Fan, let me show you my ultimate technique, 'Love of Death'!"

As his words fell, Yagyu Saburo's scimitar slashed down from the sky, cleaving through space and obstacles, reaching Yang Fan directly in front of him. Judging by his stance, he seemed intent on cleaving Yang Fan in two... Chapter 504 [Demon Blade]

on May 3rd: This strike completely surpassed common sense in martial arts and human comprehension. Its appearance was so abrupt, yet so harmonious, like a celestial being descending from the heavens. It seemed to traverse countless spaces and pierce through countless obstacles. At this moment, even if Yang Fan was tens of thousands of miles away, he could not dodge this strike! Yang Fan had a strange feeling that even if he fled to the ends of the earth, to the very edge of the world, he would not be able to avoid this strike. In fact, this was not a misperception. This strike from Yagyu Saburo embodied his lifelong martial arts cultivation and his ultimate understanding of spatial power. Space was no longer a problem for him. Therefore, Yang Fan had no choice but to withstand this strike head-on. Yang Fan was merely a beginner in the Void Returning Realm, while Yagyu Saburo had already reached the peak of the Void Returning Realm, a figure no less formidable than the Blood Lotus Ancestor. His understanding of spatial power far surpassed Yang Fan's, and even with Yang Fan's miraculous techniques, he couldn't bridge the gap. However, facing Yagyu Saburo's ultimate strike, Yang Fan showed no fear whatsoever, not even a twitch of his eyebrow. He seemed utterly powerless against this attack. Yet, just as the blade struck him, less than half a finger's distance from his brow, Yang Fan suddenly moved! With a flick of his wrist, he gently pinched the blade upwards with two fingers. This seemingly slow movement, however, caught the blade just as it was about to strike Yagyu Saburo's body… A crisp, clear sound rang out, as jarring as shattered glass yet as melodious as flowing water. These two extreme sensations simultaneously flooded Yagyu Saburo's mind, causing him to pause, his eyes widening in disbelief. He seemed utterly bewildered as to why his full-force attack had been so easily caught. However, the disbelief in Yagyu Saburo's eyes was instantly replaced by excitement. Like a wolf that had found its prey, his eyes gleamed with anticipation, and he moved again. All of this seemed to take a moment, but Yagyu Saburo's expression changed the instant Yang Fan caught the blade. At the same moment Yang Fan caught the blade, Yagyu Saburo abandoned his sword, and simultaneously, a short sword appeared in his hand once more. The sword, only a few inches long, was entirely black, with streaks of inky black within its darkness—the signature weapon of the Japanese ninja, the Tennin, the Ninja Blade! The moment the Ninja Blade was drawn, a cold, sinister aura instantly filled the entire space. Even Yang Fan felt a bone-chilling coldness creep into his heart, making the hairs on his body stand on end. However, at the same moment Yang Fan felt the chill, the Ninja Blade was already piercing his waist. But before Yang Fan could react, Yagyu Saburo's expression was once again replaced by shock. Unlike the surprise before, this time, not only did his expression change, but he even forgot to react, simply standing there dumbfounded. Because he witnessed a scene he would never forget. His own ninja blade, renowned for its impenetrability and ability to pierce any defense below the Primordial Chaos Realm, had clearly pierced Yang Fan's body, yet it couldn't penetrate even half an inch. The tip of the blade struck an incredibly hard boulder, leaving no mark whatsoever, and even the blade itself was bent into a semi-circular arc due to the immense force of the blow… "This…" Faced with this scene, Yagyu Saburo was beyond words, only astonished. If Yang Fan were stronger than him, he might have been able to accept it, but the fact that his full-force attack couldn't even break through the opponent's defense was unacceptable. Just how powerful a physical body would it take to withstand his full-force attack? Perhaps only the physical body of a Primordial Chaos Realm expert possessed such defensive power? In fact, after fusing with a Primordial Chaos Realm physical body, Yang Fan's physical strength was already infinitely close to that of a Primordial Chaos Realm expert. The only shortcoming was that he lacked the laws of heaven and earth inherent in a Primordial Chaos Realm expert. Even so, his physical body is not something that ordinary Void Returning Realm experts can break through. It's no exaggeration to say that even if Yang Fan stood still and let an ordinary Void Returning Realm expert's hand ache from being slashed, he might not be able to break through his defenses. In close combat, Yang Fan is almost invincible. To defeat him, one can only rely on powerful spatial energy to attack from a distance and wear him down. Otherwise, don't even think about hurting him. But Yagyu Saburo is a ninja, a ninja skilled in assassination and close combat. This is completely abandoning his strengths and attacking Yang Fan's strongest point. How can he have a chance of winning? Unless he is a Primordial Chaos Realm expert, he can't even think about hurting Yang Fan in the slightest. "I didn't expect your strength to be so great. It seems that I have to deal with that thing. Yang Fan, young hero Yang, be careful!" After the initial shock, Yagyu Saburo calmed down again, and a long, jet-black sword appeared in his hand. The knife, neither quite a sword nor quite a knife, had a gleaming blade, clearly a weapon capable of slicing through hair. On the back of the blade, a long, deep red blood groove stretched from the tip to the hilt, the blood appearing fresh and vibrant. A single glance was enough to instill fear, as if the scimitar possessed a demonic power capable of absorbing one's soul. In short, this scimitar exuded a strong, malevolent aura, like an incomparably evil demon king, drawing people in with a single look, making them unable to escape, even willing to sacrifice their lives! "They really came prepared!"

Yang Fan gazed at the long sword in Yagyu Saburo's hand and sighed inwardly. Although he had never seen this sword before, he knew at a glance that it was the infamous Muramasa, the cursed sword that had been passed down in Japan for centuries!

No reason was needed; his intuition alone gave him absolute certainty. Only such an evil sword could bear the title of "demon sword." The Muramasa, considered a mythical existence in Japan, was in reality the embodiment of evil. It was an object of extreme yin and wickedness, forged from endless blood and the souls of wronged souls!

Even without witnessing how much blood this sword had drunk, the aura emanating from it clearly indicated the extent of its consumption.

This Muramasa was entirely nourished by blood; not only was it morally reprehensible, but it was also terrifying to behold. Like a demon, it relentlessly devoured and absorbed fresh life to strengthen itself. If it was evil, nothing in the world was more evil than it; if it was demonic, nothing was more demonic!

"So, the sword in your hand is the legendary demon sword Muramasa, isn't it? I didn't expect you to think so highly of me, actually bringing your divine weapon specifically to deal with me!" With

his long hair flowing, Yang Fan was so otherworldly and extraordinary at this moment. His cold and handsome appearance, combined with his imposing aura, would surely make any young girl's heart flutter and lose her composure!

"Originally, I didn't want to use it, because using it once requires me to pay a considerable price. However, for the sake of dealing with you, I can bear any price!"

Holding the demon sword, Yagyu Saburo's aura became sinister, and even his voice seemed to have lost its human charm.

"Is that so? It seems I should be quite honored!"

With a slight smile, Yang Fan gave people a feeling as gentle as a spring breeze. However, in this light smile, a long spear suddenly appeared in his hand, as red as blood, as if it were congealed blood.

The spear in Yang Fan's hand was formed from his true qi. At his level of cultivation, while he couldn't quite turn stone into gold, a weapon formed from true qi was not significantly different from a real one.

Moreover, this spear, formed from true qi, contained his life essence blood, making its entire body blood-red, somewhat similar to the blood in the groove of Yagyu Saburo's demon sword. However, compared to the demon sword, the blood-red spear possessed a purer, less sinister quality. The spear's blood-red color exuded a pure, spiritual pressure, a chilling tremor, while the demon sword created a mental illusion, causing one to lose their true nature. Therefore, although both were weapons of war, they were fundamentally different.

The moment the blood spear appeared in Yang Fan's hand, Yagyu Saburo's demon sword emitted a low hum, a hum that sounded both like the trembling of encountering a powerful opponent and the excitement of facing an evenly matched foe.

As the wielder of the demon sword, Yagyu Saburo was naturally the first to sense its change. Although he held the demon sword, he was not its master; rather, the demon sword was its master. All of its attacks originated from the sword itself, while he was merely a parasite, unable to control it in the slightest.

Even so, he could still glean some clues from the sword's reactions. The sword's actions clearly indicated the immense power of the enemy before him!

He hadn't expected that wielding the demon sword, which he thought would allow him to conquer the world, would lead to such a formidable foe on his very first attempt—a devastating blow. At the same time, he couldn't help but recall the admonition left by his ancestors: "If possible, never set foot on that rich land!"

He had never understood where that rich land referred to, but now, he seemed to grasp its meaning!

But understanding was one thing; trying to scare him away with that was clearly impossible. He gripped his demonic blade, and with a swift movement, charged towards Yang Fan. Before he was even halfway there, he vanished mysteriously amidst puffs of smoke.

Seeing this, Yang Fan remained unfazed, even showing a hint of disdain. With a flick of his spear, countless spear shadows filled the sky in an instant. In almost the blink of an eye, Yang Fan had unleashed over a thousand spear strikes!

Spear blossoms formed in the sky like snowflakes, instantly plunging the temperature to a terrifying low. Each spear blossom appeared beautiful and elegant, yet it contained a deadly killing intent!

That chilling killing intent emanated from the spear blossoms. At the very moment they formed, more than ten dark figures suddenly appeared around Yang Fan. These figures, upon appearing, were about to draw their swords and slash at Yang Fan, but instead were met with a barrage of spear blossoms!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Without any suspense, the moment those dark figures met the spear's brilliance, their fate was to explode, their bodies scattering like blood and gore!

"Whoosh!"

Yagyu Saburo reappeared in his previous position, as if the probing attack hadn't even been launched by him.

Yang Fan, on the other hand, hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end. His Blood Soul Spear remained unstained by blood, yet the crimson tip seemed to have absorbed it, its crimson color becoming even more vibrant, as if it possessed life—an indescribably eerie sight!

"Demon Blade Soul Devourer!"

Knowing that waiting any longer would only strengthen Yang Fan's momentum, Yagyu Saburo dared not hesitate any longer. With a roar, he gripped his blade and slashed at Yang Fan again!

Facing this attack, Yang Fan remained unfazed. He lightly tapped the ground with his toes, his entire figure suddenly leaping into the air, using the momentum to merge man and spear as one, directly charging towards his opponent.

Mid-air, head down and feet up, Yang Fan and his spear became one, like a sharp arrow, thrusting straight towards Yagyu Saburo!

This move was devoid of any fancy flourishes, a completely ordinary spear thrust, yet it seemed to resonate with the heavens and earth, creating an absolute vacuum along its path, the air forcibly compressed.

If viewed from a distance, one would see a semi-transparent energy shield forming around Yang Fan, like a shooting star with a long tail, hurtling straight towards the ground, its target none other than Yagyu Saburo's location!

"Roar!"

Faced with such pressure, Yagyu Saburo had to concentrate fully. He began frantically channeling his energy into his demon sword, and as energy flowed, his face turned pale, and his entire body swayed slightly.

The sky above his head darkened without warning, becoming a dense, oppressive black, as if the weather had suddenly changed, or as if a flock of crows had blotted out the sky. Visible streams of energy were being drawn into the demonic blade, its overwhelming, earth-devouring aura causing even Yang Fan's expression to change drastically!

Being the first to feel the impact, Yang Fan himself was naturally the one closest to the blade, experiencing the devouring force most acutely. He discovered that even the true energy within his body was uncontrollably flowing towards the demonic blade!

His well-prepared attack had been so easily neutralized, before it even reached its target. This blade was truly so malevolent, worthy of the name "demon"!

Chapter 505 [The Way of Killing]

Forcibly halting his momentum, Yang Fan stopped high in the air, silently observing the scene before him. It wasn't that he didn't want to attack, but he knew that approaching his opponent now would be the most dangerous moment!

The space surrounding the demonic sword distorted completely, as Yagyu Saburo fully unleashed its demonic power. Yang Fan had a fleeting illusion that he wasn't facing Yagyu Saburo, but merely a demonic sword. The sword was like a sleeping demon king, now fully awakened, and Yagyu Saburo was just a vessel, a tool to wield it! Indeed

, only this word could best describe the scene before him. Yang Fan noticed that while Yagyu Saburo was transferring energy to the demonic sword, his pale face was a minor issue; his body was visibly shrinking!

Or perhaps it wasn't shrinking, but rather their life energy rapidly draining away, causing their skin to crack and wither, making their bodies appear to shrink from the outside.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, Yagyu Saburo himself realized that something was wrong. This was the first time in his life that he had wielded the demon sword. He only knew that it was a treasure of Japan, the sharpest weapon, and that he had only heard about how to control it.

But now, because of Yang Fan's sudden appearance, he had no choice but to use the demon sword. He was just itching to test its power, but he never expected that using the Tengu Formation to activate the demon sword would lead to the loss of his life force!

He clearly felt that his life force, as well as the power and vitality within him, were all gathering into the demon sword at this moment, and he couldn't stop it.

Now, it was precisely because he couldn't stop that he was witnessing his own life slipping away, and he was powerless to do anything about it! Perhaps, this situation could only be described as being trapped in his own cocoon!

Yang Fan in the sky also noticed this, but he showed no excitement at the change in his opponent. Instead, his expression became increasingly serious, as if he was vaguely worried about something. Because he discovered that as the opponent's life was slipping away, the aura emanating from the demonic sword was growing stronger and stronger, its demonic nature becoming increasingly intense!

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a series of chilling, ear-piercing sounds filled the air. These weren't man-made, but rather the result of the demonic sword's transformation; the surrounding air distorted, cracks appeared, and the resulting screams were inhuman!

The sound seemed to be the demonic sword's own screams, a testament to its arrival in this world, a roar of awakening.

"No, I can't let this demonic sword absorb any more energy! This demonic sword is too evil!" Seeing Yagyu Saburo's actions, Yang Fan gritted his teeth, flicked his spear, and thrust it towards Yagyu Saburo beneath the demonic sword. He clearly saw that although the demonic sword had countered Yagyu Saburo, the key to everything still lay in Yagyu Saburo's hands. Once he was removed, the source of its power would be cut off, and even the most evil demonic sword would be greatly weakened

! However, the instant Yang Fan thrust his spear, the demonic blade trembled slightly, emitting a chilling cry. Blood-red light flickered in the grooves on its gleaming blade, and then a streak of blood-red light burst forth from the blade, slashing downwards towards Yang Fan!

"Well done!"

Yang Fan seemed to have anticipated this. He knew it would be difficult to stop the demonic blade from absorbing energy, and the blade would certainly not allow it. Therefore, his sudden attack on the demonic blade was understandable.

He retracted his spear, changing his thrust to a flick. The spear tip flashed, creating a series of spear shadows, also blood-red in color, but the blood-red light created by the Blood Soul Spear lacked the demonic quality of the blade's!

Finally, as Yang Fan swung his spear, a blood-red killing intent was carved into the tip. The moment this character for "kill" was formed, the entire sky suddenly became desolate and blood-soaked, as if it were not a simple character for "kill," but a peerless Asura, filled with boundless slaughter.

Under the influence of this murderous aura, the demonic blade's energy absorption speed paused slightly. However, during this pause, the blood groove on the blade suddenly trembled violently, unleashing a blood-red beam several times stronger than the previous one. This beam arrived first, instantly merging with the previous blood-red beam to form a crimson blade shadow. This blade shadow was identical in shape to the demonic blade, except that the demonic blade was entirely crimson, as if it were formed from fresh blood—incredibly eerie!

"Go!"

At the same time, Yang Fan's single word, representing his full-force attack, finally took shape. This seemingly simple word "kill" contained all of Yang Fan's understanding of spear techniques, and even more so, it condensed all his killing intent into this single word. It could be said that this single word "kill" represented Yang Fan's highest achievement in spear techniques!

"Kill!"

This roar seemed to unleash all of Yang Fan's dissatisfaction and clearly express his killing intent. With a loud shout, the word "kill" rapidly expanded, finally crashing towards the crimson demonic blade in the sky with a deafening boom!

*Thud!* Finally, the two collided violently in mid-air. The blood-red demonic blade, with the force of splitting a mountain, was like a giant axe, attempting to cleave the mountain formed by the character "kill"—a mountain of killing intent that Yang Fan had condensed all his killing intent into. The entire earth trembled upon impact!

A wave of blood-red energy rippled out from the point of collision, like a stone thrown into water, creating wave after wave of ripples. Each ripple was like a death warrant, containing pure killing intent and boundless evil. The combination of these two elements produced a strange transformation; the blood-red light now contained both the way of killing and evil, like the fusion of yin and yang. It no longer sent shivers down one's spine, yet remained incredibly lethal.

In that instant, Yang Fan seemed to gain a new understanding of the word "kill," a completely new knowledge of the martial path, and even a higher level of understanding of killing intent! So the Way of Killing isn't simply about stopping killing with killing; it's not just the Way of Killing alone!

No wonder he couldn't understand the true meaning of killing. It wasn't for any other reason than his insufficient comprehension of the Way of Killing. But in this instant, he suddenly understood the true meaning of killing!

In that instant, Yang Fan's originally clear eyes were suddenly replaced by blood red. His crimson eyes were like those of a demon ready to devour its prey, sending chills down one's spine. And in that instant when his blood-red pupils flashed, the word "Killing," which had been locked in a stalemate with the blood-red demon blade, suddenly shone brightly, and a loud sound erupted from it. The blood-red demon blade suddenly shattered into tiny fragments with a bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! The moment the blood-red demon blade exploded, Yang Fan didn't hesitate. He gripped his spear and slashed directly at the demon blade.

At this moment, Yagyu Saburo's body vanished without a trace, leaving only a demonic sword hovering in the void. The void around the sword shattered, the sword seemingly unaffected by gravity, like a peerless master floating in mid-air.

Man and spear became one; Yang Fan appeared before the demonic sword like a shooting star, his spear thrusting with unstoppable force towards the blade, intending to sever it in one fell swoop. However, the instant he approached the sword, a gigantic, crimson wave suddenly surged forth from it, like a rising tide. The crimson light descended from the sky, engulfing Yang Fan!

Yang Fan felt an immense suction force, countless powerful pulls relentlessly tugging at his body, as if trying to tear him apart completely.

The next moment, Yang Fan found himself in a strange world. Here, there was a vast ocean, but the water was entirely crimson blood. The blood-red seawater churned incessantly, each roll creating countless waves. Yang Fan noticed that within each wave were distorted faces, their expressions filled with unbearable pain, as if they had suffered the most agonizing trials of the world. Just one glance was enough to weigh heavily on Yang Fan's heart.

He forcefully shook his head, trying to dispel the unease in his heart and stop observing the blood. Yang Fan looked up at the opposite side, where a tall man sat quietly.

The man was entirely blood-red, seated, yet positioned at the same height as Yang Fan. A blood chain bound his hands and feet, leading directly into the deep sea. Yang Fan vaguely saw countless energies flowing from the blood chains into the man's body every moment.

During this process, a series of deep, muffled heartbeats emanated from the man's chest, like a drummer striking Yang Fan's chest with each beat.

As Yang Fan observed the man, he slowly opened his eyes and turned his gaze towards him. The moment their eyes met, Yang Fan felt a stinging pain, as if the man's gaze, like two bolts of lightning, had pierced through his eyes and entered the depths of his soul. Had he not quickly averted his gaze, he might have been injured by that single glance!

Moreover, he discovered that the other man's eyes held no human emotion whatsoever, only treachery, cunning, conspiracy, and evil. Anyone with a weak will would be irresistibly seduced by those eyes, losing their true nature.

These eyes contained all the negative emotions of the world, condensed together, making anyone who saw them uneasy. Yang Fan was experiencing this; although his self-control was good, he still felt a tightness in his chest when facing those eyes, as if a huge stone was pressing down on his heart, impossible to shake off.

"Whoosh!"

The man didn't speak, but upon seeing Yang Fan, he suddenly stood up. Yang Fan had a vague illusion that the moment the man stood up, it was as if the heavens and earth collapsed, countless rocks shattered, and the sea churned!

At the very moment he stood up, the seemingly calm sea of blood below suddenly began to boil. Waves of blood appeared out of thin air, constantly colliding with each other, emitting strange, sharp sounds. But although those waves of blood churned and rolled, none of them touched the man.

Yang Fan already knew the other man was tall, but upon standing up, he realized the man was at least twice his height. Yang Fan was already nearly 1.8 meters tall, but the man was almost four meters. Moreover, Yang Fan noticed that the man wasn't just bound by blood chains on his hands and feet; countless blood chains connected his neck, back, and other areas as well. His movements produced a series of clanging metallic sounds.

"Roar!"

The man roared to the sky, a sound unlike anything in human form. Instantly, towering waves surged, and in that instant, he launched an attack on Yang Fan. The blood waves, whipped up by his roar, seemed to be under his command, sweeping directly towards Yang Fan.

Facing the oncoming blood waves, Yang Fan remained calm. His toes stomped rapidly, his Ghost Shadow Step activated to its maximum, his body moving swiftly. Each movement was a narrow escape from the blood waves. Although he didn't know what the blood waves were doing, his intuition told him he couldn't touch them.

Now, he was fully aware of his current predicament. He had been sucked into the demonic sword, and the red giant before him was the sword's spirit. Although he didn't know how the giant had brought him in, this was no time to dwell on that. To escape, he had to completely destroy the sword spirit; otherwise, the demonic sword would remain under his control, and he would be trapped here forever!

As he moved, Yang Fan didn't rashly attack. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but the situation was unclear, and a hasty attack would only expose his weaknesses.

He knew that this sea of blood was like a spatial barrier; within it, his every move was subject to the control of the crimson giant before him. The master of this place was the crimson monster, and the sea of blood was completely controlled by the giant. In other words, the sea of blood was him, and he was the sea of blood.

Therefore, his power here was inexhaustible! From here, Yang Fan was undoubtedly at a significant disadvantage. Now, unless he broke through this sea of blood or controlled the giant, the situation was dire!

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fan had dodged hundreds of waves of blood, but these waves seemed inexhaustible. Each wave, after being dodged and falling into the sea of blood, would immediately transform into another. Fortunately, Yang Fan's use of the Divine Dragon Wings didn't consume much energy; otherwise, this alone would have been enough to wear him down.

However, Yang Fan also knew that this couldn't continue. Even if he dared not act rashly, he had no choice but to act, because he couldn't find any weakness in his opponent. Only in the midst of battle would he have a chance to find a weakness and annihilate him in one fell swoop.

Chapter 506 [The Holy Buddha Manifests His Power]

While dodging the waves of blood, Yang Fan slowly approached his opponent. His speed wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either. He had to avoid being detected by the waves of blood while remaining discreet, undoubtedly a very mentally taxing task. But fortunately, through constant movement, he finally found an opportunity to get close to his opponent!

"Now!"

With a sharp gaze, Yang Fan suddenly thrust out his tightly gripped spear, activating the Ghostly Shadow Step. To his opponent, he appeared still in the same spot, but in reality, he was already before them. Only at the moment the spear struck did his afterimage in the air gradually fade...

The spear moved like lightning; Yang Fan's target was clear, aimed directly at his opponent's throat, the timing impeccable. But while he was fast, his opponent was even faster. The crimson giant swung its arm, the iron chains binding its hands lashing out at Yang Fan like whips. Only when the blood chains flew out from the crimson waves did Yang Fan see that at the end of the chains was a massive crimson iron ball!

Although he had long suspected that the blood chains weren't meant to restrain his opponent, but rather a special training method, seeing the chains lashing towards him like venomous snakes still startled Yang Fan. Even without contact, he could tell from the whooshing sound that the blood ball weighed at least a thousand pounds!

Yang Fan believed that lifting a thousand pounds was not difficult for him, but to use that weight as easily as his opponent's arms and legs was something he knew he couldn't do. And don't forget, that man had at least a hundred iron chains on his body, meaning he carried hundreds of thousands of pounds of weight at any given moment!

Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. Such immense weight would have dragged him into a sea of blood long ago, yet this crimson giant seemed unaffected. This was truly astonishing!

But as astonished as he was, facing the blood chains pulling at him, Yang Fan knew that unless he took a direct hit, he might not be able to stab his opponent. He didn't know if a single spear thrust would injure him; he only knew that if he were struck by those chains, he would be severely injured, if not killed.

Trading serious injury for a probing attack is undoubtedly a bad deal. Such a losing proposition is unacceptable. Yang Fan could only retreat, and the spear tip, which should have pierced the opponent's throat, instead struck the blood sphere at the end of the blood chain!

The instant the spear tip touched the blood sphere, Yang Fan felt an overwhelming force transmitted from the sphere through the spear, causing his hands to go numb and his chest to feel tight.

"So strong!"

In just a moment, Yang Fan had a general understanding of the crimson giant's strength. This crimson giant's strength was probably no less than that of the Blood Lotus Ancestor at his peak. Of course, this was also because Yang Fan was currently inside the Demon Blade, thus being at a disadvantage.

But even so, it was enough to show the Demon Blade's power. The Blood Lotus Ancestor at his peak was capable of challenging even a Primordial Chaos expert, yet this Demon Blade's strength was comparable to his—demonstrating its immense power!

Lin! However, just as Yang Fan retreated, the blood giant launched another attack. With a light wave of his other hand, another blood chain flew out from the sea of blood and crashed into Yang Fan. Like two venomous snakes, they blocked all of Yang Fan's retreat, leaving him with nowhere to go!

*Ling!* In a moment of desperation, Yang Fan swiftly unleashed his spear, colliding with the blood sphere that had attacked first. However, this time, Yang Fan was not pushed back again. He was going all out this time; if he were so easily repelled, the blood giant before him would be far too terrifying.

The chilling spear energy struck the giant sphere, causing it to explode with intense sparks, like fireworks. Excited by the spear energy, the blood sphere burst open!

"Roar!"

The moment the blood sphere exploded, the blood giant seemed to have suffered a tremendous blow, letting out a piercing scream. In an instant, the entire sea of blood boiled, with towering waves of blood, as if tens of thousands of vengeful ghosts were crying out simultaneously. At this moment, the entire sea of blood suddenly transformed into a hellish realm!

With a roar, the blood-red aura behind the blood giant unleashed mist, sending blood spheres flying one after another from the sea of blood, spinning in mid-air, making the blood giant look like an octopus, its suckers swirling in the air.

Having found his opponent's weakness, Yang Fan naturally wouldn't waste it. As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot; if not now, when?

His sword danced like a meteor, streaks of spear energy forming at the tip of his spear before shooting rapidly into the air, like someone using an air gun to shoot balloons. Undoubtedly, Yang Fan was a sharpshooter with perfect aim; with each swing of his spear, a giant blood-red ball was blasted apart. In an instant, he had destroyed dozens.

At this moment, the giant blood-red figure finally reacted. It stopped controlling the blood chains to attack Yang Fan and instead rapidly contracted, gathering all the blood chains around him and binding him directly, making him look like a bound and gagged death row inmate.

"Damn it, I heard those Japanese like to torture themselves and play perverted games. I didn't expect even the spirit of a demon sword would be like that!"

Seeing the crimson giant bind the blood chains to his body, Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine. Although he was displeased, his expression became increasingly solemn. He clearly felt that after the chains were bound to the crimson giant, he seemed to have become much stronger, and the blood on his body became even more eerie, as if something powerful was being conceived within him.

"You have completely enraged me! I will suppress you completely in the sea of blood, never to be reborn!"

In that instant, the crimson giant released a powerful thought, directly imprinting itself into Yang Fan's mind. This thought seemed to possess a kind of magic, wanting to completely sever his will. Even Yang Fan himself had no chance to resist. Under the pressure of this powerful thought, even Yang Fan's right hand, which was tightly gripping the spear, involuntarily began to relax.

However, at this critical moment, the sacred Buddha relic within his body suddenly emitted rays of Buddhist light. This light was clear and bright, pure and simple, without any impurities or ulterior motives; it was simply the purity emanating from the depths of his heart!

The instant the sacred Buddha relic emitted its light, Yang Fan's hands, which were about to completely let go, suddenly clenched, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. Just now, he was only a hair's breadth away from completely giving up resistance and becoming a slave to the demonic blade!

The greatest danger of this demonic blade lies not in its powerful attack or its sharpness that can cut through hair, but in the very word "demon" itself—the eerie quality emanating from its very soul. It often catches people off guard, leaving them defenseless and unable to defend themselves!

Yang Fan had tried to study the sacred Buddha relic within his body quite a bit during this time, but to no avail. Even after his divine sense had increased countless times, he had not felt any other effects.

But just now, its appearance had averted a huge crisis for Yang Fan, and the Buddha's light was deeply etched in his memory. He believed that even if he lost all his memories one day, he would never forget this Buddha's light. This light was indescribable, yet it brought him peace. Seeing this light made him forget any unpleasant things in his heart, and all negative emotions were swept away.

However, just as Yang Fan wanted to observe it more closely, the Holy Buddha Relic lost its light and fell into slumber again. No matter how hard Yang Fan tried, it showed no reaction whatsoever, returning to the same state as before!

Shaking his head helplessly, Yang Fan knew that things cannot be forced. Forcing things would only backfire. It was better to let nature take its course. Since he couldn't figure out the Holy Buddha Relic, it meant the time was not yet right.

Suppressing his doubts, Yang Fan looked up at it again. After being illuminated by the Buddha's light, all the negative emotions in his heart had disappeared, and the eerie feeling it exuded could no longer affect him.

However, the moment Yang Fan's gaze shifted to the crimson giant, he noticed that the chains binding the giant were tightening relentlessly, soon digging completely into its flesh, yet strangely, no blood flowed out. Despite being bound by the chains, the crimson giant showed no sign of pain; instead, its eyes gleamed with excitement, as if it were enjoying immense pleasure. The sight made Yang Fan's heart churn, almost causing him to vomit up everything he had eaten that evening!

"Roar!"

Another deafening roar followed, and the blood chains sank completely into the crimson giant's body. Except for its head, deep cracks appeared all over its body, all caused by the chains binding it. Countless drops of blood gushed out, making it look utterly repulsive and disgusting. Even Yang Fan, accustomed to scenes of bloodshed, found this self-torture unbearable!

"Bang!"

Just as the blood chains were completely embedded in the blood giant's body, a loud bang suddenly rang out. The source of the sound was clearly inside the blood giant's body. It looked as if a bomb had exploded inside him. Crimson blood suddenly gushed from the wounds that had never bled before. In just an instant, the already blood-covered giant was covered in another layer of crimson blood, looking terrifying!

However, this did not stop there. After an explosion, a series of loud bangs followed, and the blood gushed out in a jet, like a giant funnel, with streams of blood cascading down and finally falling into the sea of blood.

This process, seemingly hesitant for a long time yet also instantaneous, suddenly saw the crimson giant's entire body explode, transforming into a rain of blood. However, this blood rain didn't fall into the sea of blood; instead, it gathered in mid-air, like a cloud of blood mist. In the hazy distance, a crimson demonic blade was being conceived within it…

The blood mist grew thicker and thicker, constantly shrinking until it was reduced to a mere square meter in diameter. At this moment, crimson mist also began to permeate the sea of blood, quickly enveloping the entire area above it. The thick blood mist made it impossible to see anything even a foot away.

Yang Fan's gaze was sharp, but he exerted all his strength, gathering his true energy before his eyes to vaguely discern his surroundings. The crimson giant had completely vanished from the spot where the mist was most concentrated. Yang Fan could see there a long, blood-red blade, identical to the demonic blade, floating in the void.

Both were blood-red, but this demonic blade was hundreds of times more powerful than the one Yang Fan had previously destroyed. Its crimson blade seemed to contain boundless demonic power. Yang Fan had a vague feeling that his soul felt an urge to break free of his body before this blood-red demonic blade, requiring desperate suppression to prevent it from leaving.

Blood-red light flowed across the demonic blade; it seemed to possess life, its tip pointing at Yang Fan, emitting a series of sounds—a challenge and a provocation!

"Gaga, this spirit is undergoing a transformation, evolving from a spiritual weapon into a true divine artifact. I never expected to encounter such a powerful body. If I devour this body, I will have a true physical form, and then I will no longer be bound by this broken blade, and can become a true human!"

The demonic blade seemed to completely ignore Yang Fan, or perhaps disdain him, its powerful thoughts directly penetrating Yang Fan's nerves and entering his brain.

The attack method was the same, but with previous experience, Yang Fan wasn't as strained to deal with it. He knew that what appeared to be communication was actually a soul attack. Previously, he had almost been completely overwhelmed by such attacks, but this time, he wouldn't be as helpless.

The image of the Buddha's light flashed through his mind, and Yang Fan's mind immediately became still and undisturbed. Then, he sent a thought back, but not to communicate with the other party. He understood that such a conversation would be a waste of time and unnecessary. The thought he sent out was that sharp Buddha's light!

"Whoosh!"

The moment Yang Fan's consciousness was transmitted, the demonic blade seemed to have met its nemesis, emitting bursts of vibration, and the surrounding blood aura faded considerably.

The crimson demonic blade seemed to realize that Yang Fan was not easy to deal with. The surrounding mist condensed, and it slashed directly at Yang Fan. In an instant, it seemed to traverse space, appearing before Yang Fan the next moment. It slashed down, a seemingly ordinary strike, yet it seemed to contain all the subtleties of swordsmanship, containing incomparably profound sword techniques!

With one strike, the void shattered. Yang Fan felt as if he had been isolated from the entire world by this strike. No matter where he was placed, he felt completely out of place, surrounded by crimson blade shadows sweeping towards him!

This strike had reached a transcendent level. Even a martial artist who had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship could not unleash such a strike, because it had exceeded the limits of humanity. It is said that the highest realm is the unity of man and sword, but what he saw before him was the sword controlling him!

Chapter 507 [Devouring the Blood Sea]

Man and sword become one. Even with perfect coordination, there are always a few blind spots that prevent true harmony. Under normal circumstances, these blind spots can be ignored, but when the strength is equal, or the opponent's strength surpasses one's own, these slight differences in coordination become fatal flaws.

But now, with the demonic sword spirit controlling its body, it's like a person using their own arm. This difference is like being commanded by someone else versus commanding oneself—the gap is obvious!

Faced with this attack that surpasses the unity of man and sword, Yang Fan can only try to defend. His spear suddenly thrusts, unleashing a shower of spear flowers, but these flowers quickly shrink back, ultimately forming a snow-white lotus flower. The petals are pure white, radiating a pure light, appearing so pristine and immaculate. Yet, within this lotus flower lies a destructive power!

If Yang Fan had exerted all his strength to condense the character "kill" with his spear, then condensing this lotus flower now required the utmost effort. Having merged with the body of a Primordial Chaos expert, Yang Fan's strength had undergone a qualitative change. Condensing the character "kill" now would be a simple task, as it only requires a few strokes. But this lotus flower was different; to pierce it with the tip of a spear was entirely different!

If piercing the character "kill" was comparable to a master sculptor, then piercing a lotus flower was beyond the realm of mere grandmaster. Having pierced the lotus flower in one fluid motion, Yang Fan's face paled. This lotus flower should not be underestimated; it contained almost all of Yang Fan's power!

The instant the lotus flower formed, the blood-red demonic blade struck Yang Fan's head. In a flash, Yang Fan lightly flicked the tip of his spear, and the lotus flower met the demonic blade.

*Clang!* The blood-red demonic blade's full-force strike landed on the lotus, producing a metallic clang. However, the lotus wasn't cleaved; though cracked, its overall shape remained intact. Yet, upon impact, the lotus suddenly exploded, transforming into countless blossoms that engulfed the blade.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Each time the lotus struck the blade, a crisp sound rang out. Though individual petals, they were actually the result of the Blood Soul Spear's concentrated full-force attack, enhanced by Yang Fan's special technique.

A total of nine hundred and ninety-nine thrusts—in that instant, Yang Fan had unleashed nine hundred and ninety-nine thrusts, creating a lotus that, now exploding again, became nine hundred and ninety-nine more thrusts. A single thrust of Yang Fan's full power would surely shatter even an iron plate.

Now, with nine hundred and ninety-nine thrusts—what immense power would that possess? It was believed that even a mountain peak could be flattened by blasting it, yet when struck against the demonic blade, it produced only a series of clanging sounds, without any other reaction!

However, after hundreds of clanging sounds, a strange phenomenon finally appeared on the demonic blade. The previously condensed blood mist began to spread, and a few cracks appeared on the blade's surface.

"It's time!"

At the same time, Yang Fan suddenly launched an attack. The spatial power that had been gathering momentum suddenly activated, and a barrier resembling a spatial barrier suddenly appeared behind Yang Fan. This was a special manifestation of spatial power operating at its peak. If it were to condense further, it would form a complete domain. What appeared behind Yang Fan was merely a rudimentary form of a domain. However, even though it was only a rudimentary form, the moment it appeared, the sea of blood beneath his feet was directly compressed and dispersed.

This move was an idea Yang Fan came up with on the spur of the moment. During their recent exchange, he discovered that when he absorbed the energy from the sea of blood, his spatial power underwent some changes. This told Yang Fan that if he could devour this sea of blood, it would be an immense boon to him, and his understanding of spatial power would undoubtedly reach a new level.

As his strength increased, he increasingly appreciated the wonders of spatial power. Because when spatial power was used to its fullest potential, the entire battlefield was under the opponent's control. This feeling of being out of control made Yang Fan very uncomfortable and disliked.

He understood that as his strength grew, the enemies he would face would become increasingly powerful, and at that time, spatial power—a hallmark of a Void Returning expert—would undoubtedly play a crucial role!

Therefore, after contemplating devouring the sea of blood before him to further his advancement in the spatial domain, Yang Fan began searching for an opportunity. However, he also knew that being inside the demonic blade made devouring the sea of blood extremely difficult. A slight misstep could result in him being devoured instead, which is why he hadn't dared to act.

Now, however, was undoubtedly a golden opportunity. The blood-red demonic blade was trapped and severely injured; it would be unable to focus on anything else. Devouring the sea of blood before him at this moment was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. If the blood-red demonic blade escaped, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Therefore, Yang Fan only had one chance. Only by devouring the sea of blood before the demonic blade escaped would he have a chance of victory; otherwise, everything would be in vain. Fortunately, the nine hundred and ninety-nine petals weren't entirely meaningless; they were actually a kind of formation. However, the original formation consisted of 999 swords forming a sword array. Yang Fan, on a whim, modified the 999 swords into a smaller sword array formed from condensed true qi, and even scaled it down countless times. Or perhaps a spear array would be more appropriate!

This is why the lotus flower, after exploding, trapped the demonic blade within it. And because of the formation, the petals, after exploding, wouldn't disappear for a certain period, thus buying Yang Fan precious time!

Once the Blood Sea Domain was deployed, Yang Fan didn't hesitate, directly controlling the spatial power to envelop the Blood Sea before him. A tremendous suction force emanated from the Blood Sea Domain, and a water curtain over ten zhang wide appeared within it, flowing into the Blood Sea Domain.

With unstoppable momentum and immense power, the originally bottomless sea of blood began to sink at a visible speed. The trapped crimson demon blade seemed to sense the change in the sea of blood and roared, trying to break free. However, it was unable to break through the spear formation that had gathered all of Yang Fan's power in a short time. Therefore, it could only watch helplessly as the sea of blood was absorbed by Yang Fan!

In truth, if the Crimson Demon Blade hadn't transformed into its true form but instead appeared before Yang Fan as a giant, perhaps Yang Fan would have been helpless. Unfortunately, it was overconfident, or perhaps too eager to possess Yang Fan's body, which led it to transform into its true form, intending to subdue him in one fell swoop.

However, it hadn't anticipated that Yang Fan might be powerless against its true form, as the giant's defense was extremely high, and it could control the sea of blood at will. For a considerable period, Yang Fan was at a disadvantage. But transforming into the demon blade gave Yang Fan a sliver of opportunity. It was by seizing this opportunity that he temporarily suppressed its opponent, allowing him to focus on absorbing the sea of blood before him.

This sea of blood, appearing as liquid to the naked eye, was actually formed from the purest energy, not ordinary blood. However, the energy within this sea of blood was exceptionally strange, as the blood within was transformed from the blood of those the demon blade had slain—the so-called "blood nourishing the blade."

This sea of blood, formed from the blood of living people, and imbued with the intense resentment of those who perished by this demonic blade, possesses an energy that is utterly incapable of being absorbed by ordinary people. Even the slightest contact would cause them to lose their composure and become murderous monsters.

This is the true reason why the demonic blade has remained unclaimed for so long—not because it is excessively powerful, but because those who have wielded it have all met the same fate as the Japanese leader just now.

However, Yang Fan is different. His Nine Heavens Thunderous Technique is inherently of extreme yang energy, the nemesis of all yin and evil. It possesses a natural restraining effect on entities like the demonic blade, thus creating a perfect balance of strength and weakness. It is for this reason that Yang Fan was able to devour this sea of blood before him.

While devouring the blood, Yang Fan sensed the changes within himself. He clearly felt that after the blood in the sea of blood was absorbed, it immediately transformed into a gaseous substance. This gaseous substance swirled within his body once before beginning to merge with the spatial energy within his own body.

As he absorbed more and more blood, his physique gradually filled with two different energies. One was his own spatial power, and the other was formed from the newly added blood, representing intrigue and treachery, embodying the concepts of demon and evil. Although the two energies merged, they remained distinct and not completely combined.

It seemed neither could stand up to the other; while they could coexist peacefully, neither showed any intention of yielding to the other. But at this moment, the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique within Yang Fan suddenly activated, instantly enveloping both energies in a massive electric net.

Seemingly influenced by the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique, the two energies within Yang Fan's body arranged themselves in the shape of yin and yang fish and began to slowly circulate. As the circulation deepened, Yang Fan clearly felt that the originally terrifyingly pure killing intent in the newly added blood seemed to have softened considerably, and the demonic energy within the blood had been purified, no longer so malevolent!

All things share a common origin. Whether demon or monster, at their extreme, they too will become beings of essence. Just as people categorize demons and monsters, under certain circumstances, they too can lay down their weapons and become enlightened, revered by the world. The energy within the demon sword was originally a product of slaughter, belonging to the demonic path, the opposite of justice. However, after merging with the spatial power within Yang Fan's body, its evil nature was purified. Evil was no longer evil, and wickedness was no longer wicked, but the immense power remained. Like peeling away layers, after the two merged, the evil and wickedness within the sea of blood were forcibly stripped away, leaving only pure energy!

Similarly, many deficiencies in Yang Fan's spatial power were supplemented in this process. Moreover, after merging with the blood in the sea of blood, he gained a completely new understanding of spatial power. It can be said that his comprehension of spatial power has truly taken shape. In other words, from this moment on, Yang Fan has truly mastered the power of space!

All of this, though seemingly a long time, actually happened in the blink of an eye. From Yang Fan using his spear formation to subdue the Crimson Demon Blade, to devouring the sea of blood, and then completely merging with the power of space, it all happened in an instant. But it was this instantaneous action that gave Yang Fan the opportunity to turn the tide of the battle. Just then, the Crimson Demon Blade also broke free from the spear formation.

Although the spear formation formed by the nine hundred and ninety-nine spear flowers was powerful, it was not a true formation after all, and it could not be used as persistently as a true formation. It was already quite remarkable that it could last for so long, especially against such a powerful entity as the Crimson Demon Blade.

Just as Yang Fan drained the sea of blood, the Crimson Demon Blade let out a roar, stirring within the spear formation, shredding countless spear flowers, and even tearing a gash in it, breaking free. Once free, the Crimson Demon Blade circled incessantly in the air, clearly very agitated.

It couldn't help but be enraged, for the once bottomless sea of blood was now nothing but an empty, gaping pit, with only a few drops of "leftovers" that Yang Fan hadn't had time to absorb swirling at the bottom! This sea of blood was like food to the Crimson Demon Blade, its source of energy.

But now, its food had been forcibly taken away by Yang Fan, meaning its source of power had been stripped away. Without the source of the sea of blood, its power would soon dissipate, and its hard-won consciousness would vanish as well. It would fall into a deep slumber, only to be awakened again when the demon blade was once more stained with blood and stained with life.

"Ah! Give me back my sea of blood!"

Enraged, the Crimson Demon Blade unleashed a powerful surge of consciousness towards Yang Fan, simultaneously turning its blade and slashing at him once more.

This time, however, facing the strike that had previously required all his strength to block, Yang Fan remained remarkably calm. With a gentle wave of his arm, a streak of blood-red light shot out from his body, instantly subduing the crimson demonic blade.

"Demon, surrender now! Do you intend to resist?"

Yang Fan calmly gazed at the crimson demonic blade before him, channeling his inner thoughts into his divine sense.

For the demonic blade, the Sea of Blood was equivalent to the human brain and heart—its most vital components. Now, its brain and heart had been forcibly absorbed by Yang Fan. In a sense, he possessed the right to control the demonic blade and had gained sufficient understanding of its characteristics. He was now the master of the demonic blade, and it posed no threat to him whatsoever. Therefore, he remained so composed in the face of the demonic blade once more.

Chapter 508 [Muramasa's Mystic Method]

"Don't even think about it! Making me submit to you is utterly impossible!"

Seemingly sensing Yang Fan's divine sense, the crimson demonic blade also emitted an angry roar.

"Is that so? Then I'll see just how tough you really are!"

Yang Fan didn't say anything more. With a flick of his wrist, a silver lightning bolt suddenly appeared in his palm. He glanced calmly at the blood-red demon blade, then flicked his finger, and the lightning bolt instantly transformed into a silver dragon, flying towards the blood-red demon blade.

The blood-red demon blade, enveloped in crimson light, sensed danger the moment the lightning appeared. Instinct told it that this lightning bolt was not to be trifled with. Although it didn't feel any immediate threat from the lightning, the distorted air around it suggested the situation wasn't good!

Lightning is an extremely yang and powerful element, the nemesis of all evil in the world. Yang Fan's Nine Heavens Vast Technique is an extreme form of lightning, so it wasn't difficult for the demon blade to sense the threat of this lightning bolt in an instant.

The crimson demon blade tried to break free from the lightning, but the crimson light was a product of the fusion of blood and spatial power in the sea of blood, which perfectly countered it. Therefore, its resistance was undoubtedly futile. In just an instant, the silver lightning merged into the crimson light...

*Sizzle! Sizzle!* Lightning flashed, and Yang Fan could clearly sense the blood-red demonic blade's painful roar. Although it didn't reach his brain through his ears, it was directly projected into his mind through his divine sense. But Yang Fan remained oblivious to all of this.

The demonic blade was too bizarre. Even if he could truly benefit it, Yang Fan couldn't guarantee it wouldn't suddenly turn against him one day. He had personally witnessed the demonic blade's treachery and cunning, and it was always possible it would betray its master. Therefore, Yang Fan had now decided that to subdue the demonic blade, he must completely refine its demonic nature, or rather, its rebellious heart!

And this silver lightning was undoubtedly the best choice for refining the demonic blade. Using lightning to refine a blade was an age-old, unchanging principle, and far more effective than using fire. Anything produced by lightning was invariably of the highest quality. Yang Fan's silver lightning could refine all impurities in any object, so he firmly believed that it could also completely refine the demonic blade!

This process was undoubtedly very slow, but Yang Fan wasn't in a hurry. Controlling the silver lightning, he carefully balanced the intense power of the lightning with the need to ensure the blood-red demon blade endured maximum pain. This was incredibly mentally taxing, but Yang Fan remained unperturbed. He simply sat down opposite the demon blade, controlling the silver lightning while simultaneously examining the latest state of his mutated spatial power.

Yang Fan discovered that the original spatial power in his dantian seemed to have vanished, replaced by a chaotic, indescribable gas. This gas resembled the primordial chaos of the beginning of the world, or the product of spatial power condensed to its limit.

Yang Fan found that this mysterious gas was filled with powerful spatial power, seemingly containing a vast world within it. With the slightest movement, it could form an independent world!

"Could this be a domain?"

A thought suddenly occurred to Yang Fan. He knew that when spatial power condensed to its limit, it would form a unique entity, similar to a spatial barrier. This is the Domain!

Once activated, this Domain creates a unique aura, like a completely new world. Within the Domain, the master is absolutely invincible, able to do anything they desire with a mere thought.

A Void Returning expert with a Domain can remain undefeated even when surrounded by hundreds or even thousands of Void Returning experts without Domains. This demonstrates the immense power of a Domain.

Moreover, the Domain is a crucial dividing line; one could even say that only Void Returning experts with a Domain possess the potential to reach the Primordial Chaos realm. Otherwise, even the most outstanding talents cannot take that step. A hallmark of a Primordial Chaos expert is possessing an independent spatial world, which evolves from a Domain.

A Domain is composed of spatial power. When spatial power reaches a certain level, coupled with sufficient comprehension, a Domain is formed. Nourished by spatial power, the Domain slowly forms a stable space. When this space stabilizes to a certain degree, life forms emerge, essentially creating an independent world.

The so-called world refers to an environment capable of supporting life. For life to survive, besides the five elements (metal, wood, water, fire, and earth) necessary for living beings to sustain themselves within this space, the presence of yin and yang energies and other substances is also required. Furthermore, a stable spatial barrier is needed; only a sufficiently stable barrier prevents the space from collapsing and provides a safe haven for the life forms within.

The stability of the spatial barrier depends on the strength of spatial power, which is the foundation for forming a domain, and a domain is the embryonic form of a world. Sufficient spatial power is needed to form a domain. After possessing a domain, the presence of the five elements, yin and yang energies, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and other substances is required to form an independent world. Of course, there is also a crucial step: life forms must spontaneously emerge within this domain.

This so-called spontaneous emergence of life forms sounds simple, but explaining it is something no one can truly articulate, because only those who have truly reached that stage will understand. Since the formation of this world also signifies a breakthrough to the Primordial Chaos Realm, no one except true Primordial Chaos Realm experts can explain all of this.

Enough of the digressions, let's get back to the main point. Yang Fan had only recently become a Void Returning Realm expert. Logically, forming a domain should take an immense amount of time. However, the absorption of the demonic sword's spirit allowed him to take this crucial step in such a short time, making him an anomaly. This also demonstrates the power of the demonic sword!

A domain is an extremely crucial step. In fact, it can be said that only Void Returning Realm experts who master a domain are truly at the Void Returning Realm. Otherwise, all those who have reached this level are not considered true Void Returning Realm experts; at best, they are only half-Void Returning Realm experts, existing between the Refining Spirit and Void Returning Realm.

Unfortunately, the world is foolish, believing that mastering spatial power makes one a Void Returning Realm expert. This is why, while there are many Void Returning Realm experts in the various holy lands, those who have truly mastered a domain are extremely rare. Because most Void Returning Realm experts who have mastered a domain cultivate in seclusion, appearing only once every few hundred or even a thousand years, they are like dragons whose tails are seen but not their heads. In fact, to date, Yang Fan has only truly seen one Void Returning Realm expert with a domain: the Blood Lotus Old Demon. As for the Yagyu Saburo before him, Yang Fan initially thought he was like the Blood Lotus Old Demon, but after mastering a domain, he realized just how vast the difference was between them!

It's no exaggeration to say that now, he could easily crush Yagyu Saburo with the slightest flick of his little finger. Before this, although he could defeat him, achieving victory wouldn't be so easy or effortless; he would even need to pay a price to kill him.

Moreover, Yang Fan hasn't truly mastered a domain yet; what he possesses is at most a rudimentary form. There's still a long way to go before a true domain is formed. However, once the rudimentary form of a domain is formed, it's like pointing him in the direction of cultivation. As long as he continues to cultivate along this path, he will eventually master a true domain.

One can imagine the immense boost to his strength once he truly masters a domain. Yang Fan had always believed himself to be the strongest below the Primordial Chaos level, but now it seemed like a joke, a complete misjudgment. He even suspected that among the various holy lands, there might be supreme beings at the Great Perfection of Domain, just one step away from forming a true world. Such beings could kill him with the mere flick of a finger.

This breakthrough not only made Yang Fan clearly aware of his own strength but also made him feel an immense sense of crisis. He originally thought his current strength was enough to challenge the various holy lands, but now it seemed far from sufficient. If the other side were to send out Void Returning Realm experts who had mastered domains, no matter how many people they had, it would be useless.

However, the only saving grace was that those experts were generally in deep cultivation, and they rarely appeared unless their sect faced annihilation. Otherwise, Yang Fan would be in grave danger, and the hoodlum club would be in grave danger…

Lin! In the void, the demonic sword trembled slightly, and Yang Fan suddenly and mysteriously emerged from within it, reappearing on Eagle's Beak Cliff. He glanced up at the demonic sword floating in mid-air, and with a casual flick of his wrist, the sword flew into his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, a series of dazzling sword flowers appeared in the air. Yang Fan raised the demonic sword to its face, gently blew on it, and immediately, a soft metallic clang resounded, a sound like a thousand horses galloping, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

"It's a fine sword, but unfortunately, it's stained with too much blood, too evil. What a pity! Yagyu Saburo, the demonic sword has been subdued by me. Don't you intend to show yourself? Or do you want me to drag you out myself?"

His eyes still fixed on the demonic sword in his hand, Yang Fan spoke without looking up.

In the empty void, Yagyu Saburo vanished the moment the demon sword appeared, seemingly having already left the place. However, just as Yang Fan finished speaking, ripples suddenly appeared in the void in front of Yang Fan, and Yagyu Saburo reappeared before him.

"You truly haven't disappointed me. I never imagined that even the Yagyu clan's most prized possession, the demon sword Muramasa, couldn't completely subdue you. It seems that all of this is preordained!"

At this moment, Yagyu Saburo's face was somewhat pale, but he didn't seem to care, instead looking at Yang Fan with delight.

"The clan's most prized possession? Yagyu Saburo, if you have something to say, just say it directly. I don't like people who beat around the bush!"

From the very beginning of the duel, Yang Fan had noticed that Yagyu Saburo didn't seem to have any killing intent towards him. He seemed to be testing his strength, which made Yang Fan very curious. What exactly did the other party want to achieve by going through all this trouble?

"Young Master Yang, don't be hasty. How about I tell you a story?"

Without waiting for Yang Fan's reply, Yagyu Saburo continued, "The Muramasa, also known as the Myoho Muramasa, is the sharpest sword in Japan!"

Muramasa was originally the name of a swordsmith in Ise during the mid-Muromachi to Tensho eras, a period of about a hundred years. This was a turbulent time in Japan's Warring States period, and the demand for Japanese swords was high. Although the large demand for weapons during this chaotic era led to the production of many inferior swords, Muramasa maintained its previous practice—producing only the finest swords suitable for actual combat.

The title "demon sword" only gained popularity during the Edo period, and it was called a "demon sword" because of Tokugawa Ieyasu's ban on swords. First, Tokugawa Ieyasu's grandfather, Matsudaira Kiyoyasu, was cleaved in two by his own retainer with a Senji Muramasa during a battle against the Oda clan—from his right shoulder to his left abdomen. Then, Tokugawa Ieyasu's father, Matsudaira Hirotada, was wounded in the thigh by a close retainer, also with a Muramasa. Later, Tokugawa Ieyasu's eldest son, Nobuyasu, was suspected by Oda Nobunaga of colluding with the Takeda clan and committed seppuku, using a Muramasa sword! Then, during the Battle of Sekigahara, Tokugawa Ieyasu himself was wounded in the finger by a Muramasa. Therefore, Tokugawa Ieyasu harbored extreme hatred for Muramasa, declaring it an "inauspicious" symbol, and ordered its abolition. Anyone wielding a Muramasa was considered to be defying the shogunate and was executed. After Tokugawa Ieyasu banned swords, the term "demon sword" became widespread, and almost all Muramasa swords were called "demon swords." Another theory is that Muramasa was a tool for assassination. Coincidentally, my Yagyu clan is a clan renowned for assassination, so everyone in the clan uses a Muramasa sword. However, the most prized possession of my Yagyu clan is this Myōhō Muramasa!

The Myōhō Muramasa is a semi-divine weapon forged by my clan's first patriarch at the cost of his own life. The old patriarch was just half a step away from reaching the Primordial Chaos Realm, but unfortunately, he couldn't take that step until the very last moment of his life. Before his death, he used his own life essence and all his cultivation to forge the Mystic Law Muramasa, and refined his own soul into a sword spirit…

However, the old patriarch had said before his death that this demonic sword was beyond his control. It could bring benefits to the clan, but at the same time, it would also bring a fatal crisis. The old patriarch said that in the future, the clan would face a great crisis of annihilation, and only by finding someone who could subdue this demonic sword could the Yagyu clan be saved from its dire straits…

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