“I can’t take it anymore… I can’t wait any longer, or my first time will really end up belonging to Mother Earth.” Lin Fan’s face was flushed red; he couldn’t afford to wait like this any longer.
The effects of the “Ten-Ingredient Vitality Pill” and the “Big Fan Bro” were just too damn intense—so intense that Lin Fan could barely handle it anymore.
If his cultivation hadn’t recently broken through to the Grand Heaven Realm, and if he had only taken a tiny bit of the “Big Fan Bro,” he wouldn’t be so composed right now. If he had taken the full dose, he wouldn’t be this calm at all.
Lin Fan jumped off the bed and, without hesitation, rushed out of the room.
But once outside, he realized he had no idea where Xuan Yun Immortal resided.
Damn it, this was going to be a disaster.
Lin Fan deeply regretted his decision—why had he taken the pills? Did he really lack confidence in himself?
But it was too late to ask questions now; everything had already happened.
“Senior Brother Liu, you smell so good! What kind of perfume are you using?”
…
Just then, Lin Fan spotted Liu Lingfeng standing under the moonlight, chatting with a group of junior female disciples about cosmetics and beauty secrets.
To still be awake at this hour, chatting about makeup instead of sleeping, was quite impressive.
But Lin Fan had no time to think much now.
At that moment, Liu Lingfeng noticed Lin Fan’s figure and immediately felt joy in his heart. Ignoring the surrounding female disciples, he eagerly rushed forward and cried out in a high-pitched voice, “Dad…”
Lin Fan immediately grabbed Liu Lingfeng, having no time for chit-chat; this was a race against time.
Once the effects of the two pills fully merged, it would be a catastrophe.
“Don’t talk nonsense—where does your master live?” Lin Fan blurted out, his breath hot and heavy, a symptom of the pill effects building up inside him with nowhere to escape.
“Eh… Dad, what are you doing?” Liu Lingfeng felt the heat in Lin Fan’s breath and was momentarily stunned, not understanding what was happening.
Seeing this turtle-son still droning on, Lin Fan was utterly helpless. “Hurry up and tell me. Just tell me, and I’ll accept you as my son. From now on, in the Xuan Huang World, I’ll be the one protecting you.”
Upon hearing this, Liu Lingfeng’s heart immediately leapt with joy. “Dad, she’s just ahead—turn left, then you’ll see a rock garden, turn right, and keep going straight…”
As soon as Liu Lingfeng finished speaking, Lin Fan’s figure instantly vanished from the spot.
Liu Lingfeng stood there, stunned by the suddenness of it all, but when Lin Fan’s promise registered, he beamed with joy.
“Senior Brother…?” The female disciples approached, eager to ask questions. Liu Lingfeng’s mastery of cosmetics was something even they admired greatly, and they wanted to continue their discussion.
“Junior sisters, let’s keep talking about cosmetics…” Liu Lingfeng smiled and joyfully resumed the conversation with the female disciples.
Lin Fan’s figure moved like a ghost through the night. Some disciples of Xuan Sword Pavilion outside noticed a shadow zipping past them.
Startled, they quickly retreated into their rooms and prepared to sleep.
By now, most disciples were preparing for rest.
The residence of Xuan Yun Immortal was near the sect leader’s quarters, with many other disciples’ rooms scattered around.
Following Liu Lingfeng’s directions, Lin Fan quickly found Xuan Yun Immortal’s dwelling.
Standing outside the door, Lin Fan took a deep breath. He needed to take things slowly—no rush, no rush.
“Knock knock…”
Inside, Xuan Yun Immortal sat with one hand supporting her chin, her gaze distant, as if lost in thought.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, which piqued Xuan Yun’s curiosity—who could it be at this hour?
When she opened the door and saw the visitor, her breath caught slightly, clearly not expecting it to be him.
“Why are you here?” Xuan Yun’s voice was gentle, clearly surprised.
But just then, Lin Fan’s action caused Xuan Yun’s body to suddenly stiffen, clearly not anticipating this.
Lin Fan placed his hand gently on Xuan Yun’s smooth, delicate cheek.
Xuan Yun had never imagined such a scenario.
Everything was happening too quickly for her.
Under the moonlight and the soft glow of the room’s lamp, she saw the burning gaze in his eyes, and felt a wave of heat wash over her.
Lin Fan was breathing heavily now. Before Xuan Yun could react, he scooped her up in his arms, kicked the door shut behind them, and rushed straight toward the bed.
Xuan Yun’s heart was pounding rapidly. In a whisper barely louder than a mosquito’s hum, she murmured, “Isn’t this too fast… I don’t see…”
“Strike while the iron is hot; love grows with time…” Lin Fan interrupted her, giving her no time to protest before tossing her onto the bed…
…
Outside, the bright moon shone gently, as if silently witnessing everything.
The sect leader of Xuan Sword Pavilion was walking toward Yun Xian’s residence, intending to ask her something important.
But just then, the sect leader stopped in her tracks, shocked, as she stared at the dimly lit house ahead.
Soft, delicate moans drifted from inside the room, clearly audible in the quiet night, standing out like a sore thumb.
The sect leader was over a hundred years old and had seen everything, yet she never expected to hear such sounds within Xuan Sword Pavilion.
“This… this…” Her expression changed, and she immediately turned and left.
Yun Xian and that person were actually… actually…
If it were any other disciple, the sect leader would have already shattered the house with a palm strike.
But that place belonged to someone she had already accepted…
What frustrated the sect leader was that they should have at least considered the setting.
Yun Xian, you’re the next sect leader! How could you make such shameful sounds? If other disciples heard this, what would they think?
Inside the dimly lit room, two figures were entwined.
Silken black hair flowed, and the air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance mixed with sweat.
“It hurts…”
“Ah, be gentler.”
“No, just like that…”
“Isn’t it very painful?”
“Not anymore…”
“Slap slap slap…”
…
Other disciples of Xuan Sword Pavilion were preparing to sleep, recharging their energy for the next day.
But just as they were drifting off, strange sounds reached their ears.
They slightly furrowed their brows—what was this sound?
Female voices mixed with male voices…
And it seemed to be coming from Senior Sister Xuan Yun’s room…
The sound was muffled, yet it seemed to carry a strange force that made their bodies feel warm.
The sect leader and other senior elders were in their rooms.
They had grown used to such things, but as time passed, the sounds became increasingly bold.
Earlier, it had been somewhat restrained, but now it was utterly unrestrained, as if everything else in the world had vanished.
“It’s already been an hour…” The sect leader calculated the time, feeling a sense of awe.
“I wonder if Yun Xian is holding up okay?” she worried aloud.
She then sat cross-legged, trying to enter meditation, but the sounds seemed to have a magical power, preventing everyone in Xuan Sword Pavilion from sleeping peacefully.
Suddenly, a high-pitched sound pierced the air.
The bodies of everyone in Xuan Sword Pavilion shuddered at once.
“Can’t we get any sleep anymore…?”
At that moment, everyone silently screamed in their hearts—when would these sounds finally end?
Can’t we live in peace anymore…
Slap…
Slap slap…
Slap slap slap…
The sound of skin meeting skin, intertwined with those enchanting melodies, echoed throughout Xuan Sword Pavilion that night.
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