Chapter 286: The Saintess’s Devotion

Scream after scream echoed through the mist, as wave upon wave of crimson light flowed from the Ten-Yang Body, while the two women did their utmost to offer their jade-like bodies, immersing the rogue in ecstasy, unwilling to awaken.

“Oh…”

At the peak of ecstasy, the Dragon Mother let out a joyous cry. The majestic female immortal suddenly realized that her eyes, which had never shed tears before, began to feel warm. Secretly clenching her teeth, she increased the intensity of her breast movements, absolutely refusing to acknowledge the changes within her heart.

Qiao San’s low growl blended with the sound of flesh colliding. Witnessing the two women’s slightly distorted delicate faces, the clueless fellow couldn’t discern the truth and simply assumed it was due to the intoxicating passion of their lovemaking.

A man indulging in passionate lovemaking, two women enduring agony and ecstasy, their extraordinary intimacy intensely fierce, before they knew it, the sun and moon had already changed places.

“Oh… mm… my lord, you… quickly… leave…”

Taiyuan could not even move her fingers anymore. As she gazed at Qiao San caressing the Dragon Mother, her blank mind involuntarily lost control.

Mother Dragon heard the fragmented words of Taiyuan, but she no longer had the will to interrupt.

Within the bamboo grove sanctuary, the surrounding spiritual energy shifted from light to dense. Elder Moon placed a heavy stone on the board, his words carrying a hidden meaning as he said to Elder Sun, “The situation is dire; it’s better to give up!”

The venerable master’s composure was as steadfast as a mountain. After a brief pause, he placed a piece upon the board, gently pointing to the game and saying, “The soldiers have marched forth; there is no turning back. The outcome of victory or defeat hinges upon this single move.”

Beside the deep pool at the foot of the waterfall, the sound of the zither abruptly ceased. A figure, as cold and dazzling as snow and ice, dashed through the mist, interrupting Taiyuan mid-sentence.

“Master, let your disciple help you down to rest!”

Taiyuan’s courage, which he had finally managed to muster, completely dissipated. Upon hearing Xuan Nu’s icy words, Qiao San’s heart instead ignited with an intense heat. As the flames began to subside, he had already pinned Xuan Nu beneath him.

“Let me go.”

The Purple Mansion Holy Maiden’s cascading tresses veiled her star-like, fathomless eyes. The tone of the Su Nu disciple remained as calm as ever, but when it reached Qiao San’s mind, it exploded once more, turning the rogue’s eyes completely crimson.

“Hua!” The black robe was suddenly torn in half by Qiao San, who had abruptly gone berserk. The purple-gowned holy maiden’s snow-like skin came into the man’s view.

As Taiyuan and Longmu watched Xuan Nu being bullied by Qiao San, their eyes were filled with concern for the enraged man.

In the frenzy, Qiao San didn’t spend much time admiring the young girl’s delicate body. He briefly groped her firm, perky breasts before sliding his large hand downward to grasp her slender waist, which could be encircled with just one hand.

When Qiao San pressed his entire body against her, the intense heat clashed dramatically with Xuannü’s icy coldness, as if fire and ice had met, causing a surge of pink mist to rise up.

Xuan Nu instinctively bent her legs, attempting to kick Qiao San away, but failed; instead, the ruffian took the opportunity to wedge himself between her thighs. Although the frenzied man had already expended much of his energy, the member beneath his waist still emitted a reddish glow.

A large hand slipped into the undergarments, and the touch of warmth and softness without a trace of pubic hair sent waves of delighted surprise through the man. A white tiger—another exquisite little white tiger!

Hei, hei… It’s indeed the destined rival from the Twelve Constellations. Even there, the magic is just as wonderful!

Mother Dragon struggled to reach Taiyuan’s side, then glanced back at Qiao San, who was kissing Xuan Nu’s abdomen. With great effort, she pulled the limp and soft Taiyuan up and sighed helplessly, “Let’s go. Everything is left to fate!”

The Purple Mansion’s Holy Maiden lay motionless, allowing Qiao San to ravage her body without resistance. Only after the Master and Dragon Lady had vanished from sight did two tears roll down from her beautiful eyes.

“Uh!”

The maiden’s pain was caught between Xuan Nu’s lips and tongue. Although the inheritor of Su Nu was well-prepared, two tears of sorrow still slipped down her cheeks.

The fiery male organ had just torn through Xuan Nu’s virginity when suddenly, a wave of icy coldness surged through it, making Qiao San shiver uncontrollably. The ruffian inwardly rejoiced—another famous treasure, indeed! The legendary “Su Nu Mysterious Ice Cavity,” a divine virgin treasure naturally possessed by the Su Nu lineage.

A miracle occurred; an incredible scene unfolded in that very moment!

Qiao San wrapped his arms around Xuan Nu’s waist, ready to passionately conquer her pure jade-like body. However, as his desire stirred, his body suddenly became unresponsive. Startled, he looked down, only to realize in horror that both he and Xuan Nu had transformed into a single, conjoined ice sculpture.

The piercing cold that drilled into his bones caused Qiao San’s soul to constrict. His indomitable pride let out a roar toward the heavens, and in an instant, ten-thousand-foot rays of crimson light burst forth. From a distance, at this moment, Qiao San resembled the blazing midday sun.

A flash of red light appeared, the ice and snow began to melt, and in the next moment, the rogue regained his freedom, but the red light quickly faded away.

“Zi… Pa, pa…”

After arduous efforts, Qiao San finally mastered the skill to deftly take control of Xuan Nu’s body. However, he remained unaware that not a trace of demonic essence was left within him.

Xuan Nu’s honey cave began to “melt” first, as countless blocks of black ice gradually transformed into a subterranean spring tide. The two were in the traditional and simple missionary position, yet the connected inch between them was neither simple nor conventional.

……………………………………

“Ah—”

Qiao San, in a frenzy, received the most effective encouragement. His fingertips gently circled at the back, while the treasure in front displayed even greater skill, performing one technique after another with mastery.

A swirl of clouds and rosy light exploded in the forbidden area, rippling with crimson hues. It flowed past a smooth, peach-like mound of paradise, making its way to the flat, delicate abdomen. There, it circled playfully around the shallow, dimpled navel.

The hidden valley suddenly contracted with a thunderous impact. The goddess Xuan Nu, lying on her back, thrust her jade foot straight up. Her blossom center tightened and then released, as a warm essence surged forth amidst the scorching tide of spring.

“Uh!”

In an instant, the rascal finally experienced the power of the “Sunu Hole.” The heir of Sunu practically used no techniques at all; merely by shifting her focus, she struck the rascal like a thunderbolt, causing his mind to heat up and a tingling sensation to shoot lightning-fast into his dantian.

A man’s desire burst open the gates, and the surging torrent experienced its final turbulence within the last pipeline before exploding with a thunderous roar, fully releasing into the mysterious flower fields.

The rogue indulged in the exhilaration of soaring beyond the heavens and traversing the earth, yet remained unaware that his essence had lost the radiant glow of the Ten Yang Red Light.

Xuan Nu’s tranquility was shattered by the surging tide; with every powerful pulse of the Yang root, her body quivered slightly. After what seemed an eternity of relentless impact, a delicate blush spread across Xuan Nu’s earlobes, and for the first time, a seductive, alluring haze filled the icy maiden’s eyes.