166: Visiting the women

The matter of the Star Palace Twin Saints has temporarily come to an end.

Lin Feng left a spatial anchor point in an Immortal Cave on the Suspended Immortal Island and set up a precise Puppet Formation.

As long as Ling Yuling arrived there, he would know immediately and could teleport over through the anchor point.

After doing all this, a sense of longing for Falling Cloud Sect and the beautiful women on the Barren Island arose in his heart.

With a thought, his figure vanished from where he stood.

The next moment, he had returned to the Immortal Cave on that Barren Island.

The long-lost salty sea breeze blew on him, invigorating him.

Lin Feng released his Divine Sense, which, like a gentle tide, silently covered the entire island.

He wanted to see what the women had been busy with during his absence.

His Divine Sense first probed into Xin Ruyin’s quiet room.

Xin Ruyin was sitting cross-legged, a complex Formation Plate suspended before her.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her ten fingers, like dancing butterflies, continuously cast out profound incantations, adjusting the Spiritual Qi nodes on the Formation Plate.

Lin Feng only glanced at the structure of the Formation Plate and felt a bit dizzy.

The spatial and Five Elements transformations involved were even more abstruse than many ancient Formations he knew.

It seems Xin Ruyin’s Dao of Formations has surpassed his own.

When he had time, he ought to let her properly instruct him.

Lin Feng smiled, and his Divine Sense shifted, arriving at another quiet room.

The scene made him a little exasperated.

Han Yunzhi was sprawled ungracefully on the back of a huge, snow-white Yao Beast wolf, sleeping soundly, a trace of drool still on the corner of her mouth.

That white wolf was her Spirit Beast, which she had tamed during her Qi Refining stage, and it was now a sixth-level Yao Beast.

Lin Feng’s forehead was covered in black lines.

This girl was truly getting lazier and lazier.

With a thought, a wisp of Divine Thought condensed into an invisible large hand, lightly flicking Han Yunzhi’s smooth forehead.

“Ouch!”

Han Yunzhi cried out in pain, covering her head as she sat up, her eyes bleary and her face bewildered.

“Who hit me?”

She rubbed her eyes, looking around, but there was no one.

Just as she thought she was dreaming, the corner of her eye caught sight of three crystal-clear jade bottles that had appeared on the furry wolf head in front of her.

She picked one up, pulled out the stopper, and a rich scent of elixir wafted into her nose.

Han Yunzhi’s eyes instantly widened, all sleepiness gone.

She immediately realized this was Lin Feng’s warning.

“Ah! This is bad, Young Master is back!”

She exclaimed, fumbling to jump off the wolf’s back and straighten her disheveled clothes.

However, her pretty face was filled with unconcealed joy and excitement.

Lin Feng chuckled, this girl.

He shook his head, and his Divine Sense flowed like ripples, sweeping towards the other end of the island.

That was Yao'er and Yan Li’s quiet room.

Inside the quiet room, there was no one, only a faint lingering body fragrance and Spiritual Qi.

Lin Feng’s mind stirred, and his Divine Sense instantly enveloped the entire back mountain.

Soon, he found the two women in a spiritual spring covered by a Restriction in a secluded area.

Above the spring water, mist billowed.

Through the hazy mist, two exquisite and shapely snow-white bodies vaguely appeared, playing and frolicking in the water.

Their silver bell-like laughter pierced through the mist, clear and pleasant to the ear.

“Senior Sister! Stop it, that tickles…”

Yao'er’s charming voice carried a hint of pleading.

Yan Li, like a slippery mermaid, wrapped her arms around Yao'er from behind.

Her hands unceremoniously climbed onto those breathtakingly full mounds, kneading them wantonly.

“Good Junior Sister, let Senior Sister see if they’ve grown bigger these days.”

Yan Li’s breath brushed Yao'er’s ear, making her already flushed skin even more alluring.

Yao'er was so flustered by her that her body went soft, begging for mercy repeatedly, yet unable to break free.

The magnificent curves, constantly changing shape with Yan Li’s movements, shimmered with dazzling light under the reflection of the water.

Lin Feng’s Divine Sense quietly “watched” this scene.

Watching those two flawless jade bodies entwined in the water, listening to their charming and bone-melting laughter and pleas for mercy.

He felt the Qi and blood in his body begin to circulate uncontrollably faster.

In his lower abdomen, a familiar heat was rapidly rising.

Lin Feng’s figure appeared silently by the spiritual spring.

He did not deliberately hide his aura; he simply stood there casually, his gaze passing through the hazy mist, appreciating the spring scenery in the pool.

“Senior Sister, take this!”

Yao'er finally found an opportunity to escape from Yan Li’s “devilish claws”.

She chuckled, cupped a handful of clear spring water with her jade hands, and splashed it towards Yan Li.

Yan Li reacted extremely quickly, dodging with a playful laugh.

Splash—

That handful of spring water completely splashed onto Lin Feng, who had just appeared.

The spring water soaked his front, clinging tightly to his chest, outlining his strong muscular lines.

The air, at this moment, seemed to freeze.

Yao'er’s splashing motion froze in mid-air, her watery peach blossom eyes instantly wide.

“Ah! Lin…Young Master Lin, you’re back!”

She cried out in surprise, her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, standing in the water at a loss, forgetting to cover her body.

Yan Li then noticed someone behind her.

She turned around, saw it was Lin Feng, first paused, then quickly curtsied respectfully, her posture deferential, but her naked body made the gesture particularly alluring.

Lin Feng looked at the two beautiful women standing obediently in the pool like startled deer, feeling a sense of contentment.

He chuckled softly, breaking the enchanting silence.

“Yao’er, Yan’er, weren’t you having a lot of fun just now?”

“Why stop now?”

His voice carried a hint of teasing, his gaze unscrupulously surveying the two women.

Yao'er looked at Lin Feng’s soaked clothes on his chest, so embarrassed she almost wanted to bury her head in the water.

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito’s buzz.

“Young Master, your clothes…are wet.”

Lin Feng’s smile deepened.

“Oh? Then what can Yao’er do?”

He took a step forward and sat down at the edge of the spiritual spring.

Yao'er gently bit her red lip, raised her head, her peach blossom eyes shimmering with natural charm.

She slowly walked out of the spring water, letting the warm spring water slide off her flawless body.

Crystal clear water droplets hung on her long eyelashes, dotted between her delicate collarbones, and then flowed downwards along her astonishing curves, making her even more alluring.

She walked naked, step by step, to Lin Feng’s front.

A rich scent, a mixture of the spring water’s freshness and the maiden’s body fragrance, wafted towards him.

“Wet clothes can easily cause a chill.”

Yao'er lifted her pretty face, her voice so tender it could drip water.

“Yao’er will help Young Master change his clothes!”

All three were Cultivators; how could they fear catching a chill? This was merely a form of flirtation between Lin Feng and Yao'er.

Lin Feng did not speak, merely watched her with a smile.

Yao'er received his tacit permission, extended her slender jade fingers, and began to untie Lin Feng’s clothes.

Her movements were slow, carrying a sense of sacred ritual.

When his outer robe was removed, revealing Lin Feng’s strong upper body, her fingertips trembled slightly.

And when the last layer of clothing was also removed.

...

Yao'er’s cheeks instantly turned crimson, as if they would drip blood, and her breathing became rapid.

She stood there, her eyes downcast, seemingly at a loss as to what to do.

Lin Feng still just watched her with a smile, neither urging nor moving.

He seemed to enjoy this sight of a beautiful woman offering herself, yet hesitating shyly.

Yan Li, standing by, couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

She also walked out of the water and came to the two of them.

She looked at Yao'er’s dawdling manner and chuckled softly.

“Junior Sister has clearly been craving this for a long time, Senior Sister will give you a hand.”

Before her words fell.

Yan Li actually extended both hands, pressed down on the back of Yao'er’s head, and gently pushed her downwards.

“Mmm!”

Yao'er’s eyes widened; she only felt her small mouth being filled.

A strange taste, carrying a strong masculine scent, filled her entire oral cavity.

Her mind went blank, and her body instinctively wanted to retreat.

But Yan Li’s hands held her steadily, making her unable to move.

Lin Feng let out a comfortable groan, reaching out to embrace Yan Li’s slender waist, pulling her into his arms.

Yao'er’s body, after the initial stiffness, slowly began to react.

The feeling of being filled not only didn’t make her uncomfortable but instead aroused a strange tingling sensation that spread from the base of her tongue throughout her entire body.

She began clumsily, following her instincts, to suck and swallow.

Lin Feng caressed Yan Li’s smooth back with one hand and inserted the other into Yao'er’s soft hair, enjoying the service.

The ripples in the spiritual spring began to become turbulent.

...

After an unknown period of time.

Lin Feng lay comfortably on the jade stone by the spiritual spring, breathing slightly.

Yao'er and Yan Li, like two boneless Beauty Snake, nestled on either side of him, their pretty faces flushed with the afterglow of pleasure.

Lin Feng’s gaze, passing over the jade-like beauties beside him, fell upon a small indentation in the rock wall not far away.

There, milky white spiritual liquid was dripping, drop by drop, from the stalactite above, collecting into a small pool.

That was the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk he had specially sought out.

A thought emerged in his mind.

He turned his head, looking at Yao'er, who was beside him, her eyes as seductive as silk.

“Yao’er, do you see that pool of Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk?”

Yao'er followed his gaze and nodded obediently.

“I see it, Young Master.”

Lin Feng’s lips curved into a wicked smile.

“Go, fill a bottle.”

“Then, pour it on your… that.”

Yao'er first paused, then understood where “that” referred to.

Her cheeks instantly flushed again, and her heart skipped a beat.

“Ah… okay…”

She responded shyly, but still got up, retrieved a jade bottle, and carefully filled it with the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk.

A moment later.

Lin Feng’s vision was completely occupied by an astonishing expanse of snow-white and fullness.

Warm, soft flesh, carrying the maiden’s body temperature, gently pressed against his face.

Milky white Ten Thousand Year Spirit Liquid slowly flowed down the perfect curve, emitting an alluring fragrance.

Lin Feng no longer hesitated, took a deep breath, and buried his face in.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction instantly filled his entire Divine Soul.

A burst of voracious absorption...

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