Chapter 82 A Righteous and Loyal Son, Xiao Shengzi!

Xiao Ming pressed down domineeringly, and in an instant, the carriage was filled with the scenery of spring.

That crimson undergarment clung tightly to Xiao Ming's chest, leaving no space between them. Mo Qingzhu's snow-white skin was flushed with a captivating crimson due to her passion, making her icy skin and jade bones appear even more vivid and alluring. Xiao Ming's sturdy, toned body pressed closely against hers, creating a striking contrast—strength and softness, aggression and submission...

Although the main seat was spacious, it was not as stable as a bed. Under the increasingly intense fire of their passion, it emitted a faint, rhythmic creaking sound, which, mixed with uncontrollable gasps and low moans, echoed within the well-soundproofed carriage.

(Three thousand words of romantic description omitted here...)

Outside the carriage, the eight Nether Ghost Tigers stretched their demonic wings, gliding steadily across the sky. Occasionally, they passed through thin clouds, stirring up gusts of wind. Below lay rolling black mountain ranges with craggy rocks and towering ancient trees.

On the edge of the mountain range, on a relatively gentle slope, a pair of birds with vibrant feathers and crisp calls played and chased each other on the branches of several tenacious ancient trees. They were a male and a female, inseparable, sometimes intertwining their necks in intimacy, sometimes flying wing to wing, tracing a path of affection under the sunlight. Their crisp chirping echoed through the valley, as if singing a joyful song of nature, full of the most primal and vigorous vitality and joy of life, forming a subtle and romantic echo with the "battle" inside the carriage.

At the head of the procession, Lu Ming was riding his light, flying side by side with several friends. A relaxed, even somewhat smug smile was on his Face, and his gaze occasionally drifted toward the majestic and domineering eight desolations nether carriage in front, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Li, you don't know, Holy Son Xiao is truly impeccable in how he treats people!" Lu Ming's voice was not small, carrying a hint of showing off as he said to his friends beside him, "Previously, because of some matters, I upset my Dao Companion, and I was feeling distressed, not knowing what to do. It was Saint, who took the initiative to counsel me, enlighten me, teach me to retreat in order to advance, and didn't forget to resolve the conflict between us. He is truly the best Saint in the world!"

A young Cultivator surnamed Zhao nearby asked curiously, "Oh? Is that really the case?"

"That goes without saying!" Lu Ming lifted his chin slightly, the smug look on his Face intensifying as if he shared the honor, "The Saint truly treats me like his own brother! Do you know, Qingzhu... *cough*, my Dao Companion, was able to Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul realm in one go not long ago, thanks to whose blessing?"

"What? Senior Sister Mo has already broken through to the Nascent Soul realm?" Another Cultivator surnamed Li was startled upon hearing this, his tone full of envy, "To advance to Nascent Soul at such an age, Senior Sister Mo's talent is truly peerless! Congratulations, Brother Lu, to have such a wonderful Dao Companion, you truly make us envious!"

The surrounding people, upon hearing this, also cast envious glances. Mo Qingzhu was stunningly beautiful and exceptionally talented, already quite famous among the younger generation of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Now that she had advanced to Nascent Soul, her future was limitless. Being able to have such a Dao Companion made Lu Ming truly enviable.

Lu Ming enjoyed the envious gazes of the crowd, puffed out his chest, and raised his voice a few notches: "I won't hide it from you all, my Dao Companion being able to Breakthrough smoothly this time is also thanks to the Medicinal Pill generously bestowed by Saint! This pill is precious and quite beneficial even to Nascent Soul Cultivators, yet the Saint gave it away without hesitation! Saint truly treats me like his own brother!"

His words were half-true and half-false, embellished with exaggeration. Xiao Ming had indeed bestowed a Medicinal Pill upon Mo Qingzhu, but that was before he knew Lu Ming, and it had nothing to do with Lu Ming. However, speaking from his mouth now, it became a righteous act of Xiao Ming helping his "Dao Companion" selflessly out of regard for their "brotherly" bond. It both elevated Xiao Ming's "loyalty" and highlighted Lu Ming's "Face." One has to say, speaking is truly a form of performance art!

"So that's how it is!" The Cultivator surnamed Zhao gasped, his envy deepening, "The Saint is truly... truly impeccable to Brother Lu!"

"Indeed, such a precious Medicinal Pill, given away just like that, and it even helped Senior Sister Mo successfully break through the realm... Brother Lu, you really have a lot of Face!" Some of the surrounding Cultivators also exclaimed in wonder, echoing his sentiments, and their gazes toward Lu Ming changed.

"The Saint is righteous, truly a model for our generation!"

"Brother Lu, in the future when you rise to greatness, don't forget to help us out!" Everyone chattered, and the sounds of exclamation, envy, and flattery were endless.

Listening to these words, Lu Ming felt light and airy, as if he could already see a bright future where he and Mo Qingzhu reconciled and flew together, and where he gained the Saint's favor and rose rapidly within the Sect. He looked again at the steadily moving nether carriage, feeling that it shone with boundless light, carrying all his hopes.

"Huh... why is the carriage shaking a little?"

Lu Ming looked at the eight desolations nether carriage ahead, which symbolized the Saint's majesty. While his heart was floating from the flattery of the crowd, he suddenly felt that the smoothly flying carriage seemed... seemed to be swaying slightly from side to side?

The amplitude of this swaying was extremely small; if he hadn't been staring at it, it would have been almost imperceptible. Moreover, it was not continuous but vibrated slightly with an indescribable rhythm.

"Huh... why is the carriage... swaying a little?" Lu Ming subconsciously muttered, his brows slightly furrowed, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. This eight desolations nether carriage was a treasured object of the Sect, forged from ten-thousand-year nether iron, extremely sturdy, and further reinforced by a Formation; it should have been as stable as Mount Tai. How could it sway during smooth flight?

The Cultivator surnamed Zhao, who had been listening with great interest, heard this and followed his gaze. He looked carefully for a moment, then laughed dismissively: "Brother Lu, are you overthinking it? These Nether Ghost Tigers are flying so steadily, how could the carriage sway? Perhaps it was just the airflow fluctuating slightly after passing through that wind belt just now!"

"Indeed, Brother Lu," the Cultivator surnamed Li also chimed in, with blind reverence for the Saint on his Face, "Sigh... it must be your eyes playing tricks on you. How could the Saint's carriage bump for no reason?"

The others also nodded in agreement, all feeling that Lu Ming was paying too much attention to the Saint's carriage, resulting in an illusion. After all, in their hearts, Saint Xiao Ming was high and mighty, and his carriage represented supreme majesty and stability. How could it bump like a common mortal carriage?

Lu Ming, hearing what everyone said, also felt it made sense. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, and the carriage seemed to have returned to stability, as if the faint, elusive swaying from just a moment ago was just his imagination. The doubt in his heart vanished instantly, and he didn't forget to report in a low voice to Elder Li, suggesting: "Elder, our travel speed can be slowed down; we must not disturb the Saint!"

Elder Li, upon hearing this, glanced back at the motionless nether carriage ahead, then looked at Lu Ming, who had a Face of "loyalty to the master." Although he felt that since the carriage was reinforced by a Formation, ordinary flight could not possibly disturb the Saint, Lu Ming's words were at least out of "good intentions." Moreover, the Lu family was a major aristocratic family, and he was a Young Lord; it wouldn't do to offend him. He nodded slightly and made a few gestures toward the running Nether Ghost Tigers.

Immediately, the speed of the eight Nether Ghost Tigers slowed down, and they moved even more steadily, almost without any bumps.

Seeing this, Lu Ming was very satisfied, feeling that he had done another thoughtful deed for his "Big Brother Saint." He turned back, gave his friends an "everything is under control" smile, and whispered: "In the future, you all need to pay more attention to the Saint's affairs!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, holding the relationship between Lu Ming and the Saint in higher regard, and their admiration and worship for Holy Son Xiao reached its peak.

Little did they know, the "Big Brother Saint" who was "righteousness reaching the heavens," "generous and selfless," and "treated him like a brother" in Lu Ming's words, was at this moment engaging in the most intimate "in-depth communication" and "Cultivation Technique discussion" with his Dao Companion Mo Qingzhu, whom he was constantly thinking about and who had just broken through not long ago.

Inside the carriage, the scenery of spring was at its peak, and the fire of battle was in full swing.

The "creaking" sound became increasingly rapid, mixed with the woman's increasingly uncontrollable... low moans, and Xiao Ming's deep and powerful breathing.

Mo Qingzhu was already lost in passion, her hair disheveled, covered in fragrant sweat, merely clinging tightly to the wall of the carriage as if grabbing the only piece of driftwood in a raging storm. Xiao Ming, like a monarch galloping on the battlefield, displayed full dominance and control, enjoying her complete submission and blossoming...

Just as the two were in the heat of battle, the flattering voices of Lu Ming and the others outside, filled with immense reverence and gratitude, drifted in faintly and intermittently:

"Saint, you are truly... righteousness reaching the heavens! Treating me like a brother! This kindness... I, Lu Ming, will never forget!"

"Indeed... for Brother Lu to be so favored by the Saint... your future is limitless!"

"The Saint is righteous... truly a model for our generation!"

These words were like the strongest stimulant, causing the desire for conquest and inexplicable attributes in Xiao Ming's heart to increase rapidly. He couldn't help but increase his movements.

Mo Qingzhu was already dazed and filled with passion at this moment; how could she care about those things? At this moment, she had only Xiao Ming in her heart and eyes.

Accompanied by Xiao Ming's next movement, Mo Qingzhu's soft and charming voice, full of complete dependence and pleading, echoed clearly within the carriage.

"Ah... Saint... don't... don't lift it so high... Qingzhu... Qingzhu can't stand steadily anymore..."

Xiao Ming, upon hearing this, gave an evil laugh. Appreciating her toes tensed from extreme tension and her blurred eyes, he said cheekily: "Can't stand steadily? Then hold onto this Saint tightly... With this Saint here, how could I let Qingzhu fall?"