coobybook Chapter 125 The Hot Spring is as Smooth as Oil
Chapter 125 The Hot Spring is as Smooth as Oil
The spiritual energy surged, and Luo Sifan could barely protect his soul from being lost in the face of the powerful suction.
The physical body, overwhelmed by the sword energy, was gradually distorted by Jiang Sect Master's indulgent greed.
If Luo Sifan's sword body limit were broken, he would probably be crushed into dust in less than a breath, and all his cultivation would be consumed by Jiang Changsu, becoming nourishment for her to consolidate her realm.
Luo Sifan never expected that the consequences of dual cultivation would be like this.
Indeed, with any level of connection, those who gain benefits will inevitably pay a corresponding price.
As Luo Sifan faced life and death, his helpless soul surprisingly sighed at the warning and enlightenment he had gained at the cost of his life.
The proud head was bent down inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter, and lowered, leaning forward.
Luo Sifan's eyes widened helplessly as he stared at the fair-skinned, rosy-pink feet of Jiang Sect Leader, which were right in front of him.
The five toes were perfectly round and long, and were even twitching leisurely, as if the surging spiritual energy was making Sect Master Jiang feel a little itchy.
Frustrated and angry, Luo Sifan, with the sword shattered and her body swaying precariously, took a vicious bite while her mind was still clear.
It's hard to say whether it was a final blow or simply an act of venting anger.
The taste was strange, and the aura was unique. It seemed that this place was the key to the connection between the two people's spiritual energy. After the two people's spiritual energy flowed together and was tempered for several hours, it became somewhat different from ordinary people. In Jiang Changsu's nascent soul body, its importance has greatly increased.
As soon as she took a bite, Sect Leader Jiang's delicate body froze, and her spellcasting paused.
Luo Sifan's mind cleared up a bit, and the heavy pressure on his body suddenly eased.
Overjoyed, Luo Sifan dared not delay any longer and bit down hard.
Jiang Changsu, who was smiling with her eyes closed, frowned slightly. She was quite startled and trembled involuntarily, snorting and breathing heavily. She was clearly disturbed during her cultivation and quite unhappy.
Luo Sifan only wished he could slap her a few times to wake her up; he didn't care whether she was happy or not.
Without stopping his words and actions, the more distressed Jiang Sect Leader looked, the weaker the intimidation he felt. Luo Sifan, having escaped death, was overjoyed at the unexpected joy he felt, and he ruthlessly ravaged the soft flesh in his hands, showing no mercy whatsoever.
Lin Qianxiu slowly woke up and found herself slumped on the ground.
My lower back and limbs are sore and weak, and my head is splitting with pain.
Lin Qianxiu gritted her teeth, her body trembling and almost numb, and barely managed to stand up. Her eyes went from confused to clear, and suddenly half of her face turned red.
"Lin Xiaozhi! Jiang Changsu!"
Turning her head and glaring angrily at the room, Lin Qianxiu shuffled her legs toward the room where the adulterous couple was making a ruckus.
The terrifying sound subsided, and a strange gnawing and sucking sound faintly came from the ground. Lin Qianxiu angrily headed towards the place, determined to demand an explanation and curse the two scoundrels who had been caught in the crossfire.
After finally turning around the corridor, Lin Qianxiu leaned against the door frame, her beautiful eyes wide open, her anger now replaced by shock.
"Lin Xiaozhi!!"
Lin Qianxiu snapped out of her daze, her anger rising, and roared, unleashing the full power of her Golden Core.
The scene before her was incredibly spicy, and Lin Qianxiu only regretted that she had such good eyesight and keen observation skills.
Jiang Changsu's aura was already on the verge of collapse from the stimulation, and it was shattered by Lin Qianxiu's roar full of energy.
Jiang Changsu and Luo Sifan stopped what they were doing at the same time, staring in horror at the tall, imposing figure by the door frame, whose aura was as sharp as a spear and filled with murderous intent.
Elder Lin!
Jiang Sect Leader was jolted awake from his dream and instantly took in the surrounding situation.
With a coquettish and shy voice, her legs trembled in confusion, and with a struggle and a kick, she sent the unsuspecting Luo Sifan flying several feet away with a thud.
Amidst the clanging and clattering sounds, Luo Sifan let out a scream as he tumbled and knocked the furnishings of the pavilion to pieces, collapsing to the ground barely alive.
"you!?"
Lin Qianxiu glared at Jiang Changsu angrily, feeling deeply sorry for Luo Sifan, and then lunged at him.
Jiang Changsu arrived later but arrived first, quickly picking up Luo Sifan.
With a complicated expression, he turned Luo Sifan around and, without thinking, put his mouth to her lips, giving Luo Sifan, who was pale and closed her eyes, a breath.
With her delicate hands, she gently massaged the pressure points on Luo Sifan's chest, which had been stiffened by her kicks, as her clothes were lifted open by her legs.
With the combined force of the upper and lower body, Luo Sifan's blocked energy channels were suddenly cleared. He coughed up a breath of stale air and slowly opened his eyes.
A flash of joy appeared in Jiang Changsu and Lin Qianxiu's eyes, and their expressions changed immediately.
Elder Lin…
Jiang, the sect leader, wore a half-smile, his arm around Luo Sifan, as if he had a thousand words to say.
Lin Qianxiu snorted coldly and took two steps back instead.
"this…"
Luo Sifan suddenly realized that the two of them had probably misunderstood something, and struggled to get up to speak.
However, it was difficult to express the answer at the moment.
"Elder Lin, there's no need for further words... getting proper rest is the most important thing!"
Jiang Changsu glanced sideways at Lin Qianxiu, whose face was gloomy, with a smug smile on her lips, and comforted Luo Sifan, who was muttering incoherently.
Then, the beauty gently lifted Luo Sifan and carried him back to the large bed without saying a word.
"No need, Sect Leader Jiang, I feel perfectly fine."
Luo Sifan was being restrained by her, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and struggled to sit up.
With a flick of her fingers, Jiang Changsu smiled and silenced his mouth, forcefully pressing him back onto the bed.
"Elder Lin, dual cultivation is too strenuous, but its effects are extraordinary. Don't be too overconfident. Lie down and let me examine you."
Her voice was now sweet and charming, languid and soft, completely devoid of its former hoarse and rough tone.
Luo Sifan obediently lay down, only able to blink at Lin Qianxiu.
Lin Qianxiu saw it, but didn't understand its meaning. Instead, she angrily turned her head away and moved even further away from him.
Jiang, observing this, leaned against Luo Sifan without moving, and coldly gave the order:
"Miss Lin, the elder has been practicing dual cultivation and is feeling tired and sweaty. As his maid, you should quickly go to the hot spring in the courtyard and fetch a basin of water so that I can properly wipe the elder's body."
Lin Qianxiu curled her lips, wishing she could get away from this slutty couple, and turned to leave.
"Elder Lin, the hot spring in Chang Le Pavilion is as smooth as silk and radiates heat. It is a legendary place for dual cultivation. If it weren't for the fact that you are exhausted and weak, I would personally bathe and massage you in the hot spring to relieve your fatigue."
Jiang Changsu leaned down, almost rubbing against Luo Sifan, and whispered something in Luo Sifan's ear while biting her lip.
Lin Qianxiu's back trembled with anger in the corner of her eye, and Jiang Changsu chuckled softly without realizing it.
The shaking caused Luo Sifan to furrow his brows, feeling the waves of emotion surging within him.
After a deadly dual cultivation session, the master of the Jiang Sect became more smitten and bolder, and no longer treated him like an outsider.
Lin Qianxiu stood in a daze beside the steaming hot spring, carrying a basin.
This scene evoked in her memories, which seemed like a distant past, within the pool of marrow essence and liquid.
With the basin thrown aside, Lin Qianxiu disregarded everything, took off her long robe, and jumped into the Stone Milk Spring.
She was implicated in the incident at Chang Le Pavilion, and her whole body felt sticky and uncomfortable.
With her delicate hands gently rubbing together, Lin Qianxiu muttered curses under her breath in the white mist. As her voice faded, a blush rose to her cheeks. Whether it was the heat from the stalactite or the fading of her emotions, the figure in the mist, her hand on her cheek, remained as still and serene as a jade statue in a spring.