19: Fierce Lin Feng

As night deepened, the inn room was brightly lit.

Mo Fengwu sat upright at the table, holding an ebony brush, meticulously outlining runes on a piece of green bamboo talisman paper.

Her breathing was steady and long, and with each stroke, a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of Spiritual Qi emanated.

Lin Feng leaned against a soft couch not far away, toying with a Jade Slip in his hand, his gaze occasionally falling upon Mo Fengwu's serious profile.

In these past few days, under Lin Feng's careful guidance and the nourishment of Spiritual Qi from the Immortal Cave space, Mo Fengwu had already touched the threshold of Qi Refining seventh layer, only one step away from a Breakthrough.

And her talisman crafting skills had also progressed from repeated failures at first to now being able to barely draw some low-grade Light Body Talismans and Fireball Talismans.

Lin Feng watched as the runes under her brush gradually took shape, with smooth lines and a relatively stable infusion of Spiritual Qi, and he secretly nodded in his heart.

Phoenix Dance's Comprehension Ability was not bad, and with diligence making up for lack of innate talent, her foundation was even better than expected.

"Pfft."

With a soft sound, a wisp of green smoke suddenly emerged from the talisman paper under Mo Fengwu's brush, and then it dimmed, clearly a failure.

"Oh dear." Mo Fengwu put down her brush with some annoyance, rubbing her brow, "It failed again, Husband. The rune structure of this 'Vajra Talisman' is so complex, and I can never control the Spiritual Qi properly."

Lin Feng put down the Jade Slip and got up, walking behind her.

He leaned down, his warm breath fanning Mo Fengwu's earlobe.

"Where isn't it controlled well? Let me see."

Mo Fengwu's pretty face flushed, feeling her earlobes burning, and she quickly pointed to a broken rune on the talisman paper.

"It's right here. Every time the Spiritual Qi reaches this point, it feels like it loses momentum, either breaking off or being too strong and directly burning the talisman paper."

Lin Feng's gaze fell on the talisman paper, his Divine Sense subtly moving, and after a moment, he understood.

"This stroke connects the previous and next, requiring the Spiritual Qi to be purified and compressed, then slowly released. You are too impatient."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently held Mo Fengwu's jade-like hand that was holding the brush from behind her.

"Come, I'll guide you through it once."

Her cool small hand was enveloped by his warm palm. Mo Fengwu's body trembled slightly, and her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

Lin Feng guided her hand, re-dipping the cinnabar, and the tip of the brush landed on a new piece of talisman paper.

He focused on controlling Mo Fengwu's wrist, and Spiritual Qi was transmitted through their touching skin.

Mo Fengwu felt a strange sensation coming from her hand; the Spiritual Qi under the brush seemed to become exceptionally obedient.

The runes formed stroke by stroke, flowing naturally, without any stagnation.

When the last stroke fell, a faint golden halo suddenly lit up on the talisman paper, and a heavy aura permeated the air.

"It's a success!" Mo Fengwu exclaimed in surprise, her eyes filled with excitement.

"Hmm, how does it feel?" Lin Feng's voice, tinged with a smile, sounded in her ear.

"Husband is amazing! I feel... I feel completely different!" Mo Fengwu turned her head, looking up at Lin Feng, her beautiful eyes sparkling with brilliance.

Lin Feng looked at her adoring gaze, his heart stirred, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips.

"Mmm..." Mo Fengwu was caught off guard, her gasp muffled in her throat.

Lin Feng's kiss carried a hint of dominance, lingering and exploring every inch of sweetness.

Mo Fengwu initially resisted with some shyness, but soon she softened and collapsed into Lin Feng's embrace, her hands unconsciously wrapping around his neck, awkwardly responding.

After a kiss that lasted nearly half an hour, Mo Fengwu's pretty face was flushed, her eyes languid, and her breathing rapid.

"Husband... you..."

Lin Feng chuckled softly and lifted her into his arms.

"Phoenix Dance is so hardworking, so naturally, your husband must reward her well."

"Ah! Husband, put me down... This is an inn..." Mo Fengwu exclaimed, her pink fists gently pounding his chest.

Lin Feng indicated that her protest was invalid, and in a few steps, he carried her to the bedside and gently put her down.

He leaned over her, his gaze burning as he looked at his infinitely shy beloved wife beneath him.

"What about an inn? We are husband and wife; it's only natural for us to engage in intimacy."

His hands began to become unruly, gently untying Mo Fengwu's sash.

"Husband... don't... the lights are still on..." Mo Fengwu's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, her hands futilely trying to cover herself.

Lin Feng whispered in her ear: "Phoenix Dance, you look so beautiful when you're shy."

He waved his hand, extinguishing the candlelight, and the room plunged into darkness, with only the faint moonlight from outside casting its glow.

In the darkness, the senses became even more acute.

Clothes were shed, skin touched skin.

Lin Feng's kisses, like sparks igniting a prairie fire, ignited every sensitive spot on Mo Fengwu's body.

From initial tension and shyness, she gradually transformed into uncontrollable moans.

"Husband... mm..."

Lin Feng's movements were gentle and lingering, yet carried an irresistible force.

He meticulously savored every bit of beauty of the treasure in his arms, feeling her innocence and passion.

Mo Fengwu was like a small boat floating on clouds, rising and falling with the waves Lin Feng stirred, gradually losing her direction, only knowing to cling tightly to the driftwood beside her.

For a time, the room was filled with spring, and the sounds of gasps and moans intertwined into a moving symphony.

Who knows how long passed, perhaps several hours, as the moonlight outside the window had already begun to wane.

The intimacy in the room gradually subsided.

Mo Fengwu was completely limp and weak, leaning against Lin Feng's embrace like a pool of spring water, too lazy to even move a finger.

Her pretty face still carried an un-faded blush, and her eyes and brows exuded satisfaction and languor.

Lin Feng gently stroked her smooth back, feeling the warm, soft jade in his arms, and his heart was peaceful.

"Phoenix Dance, are you satisfied?" he asked softly.

"Mmm..." Mo Fengwu buried her face in Lin Feng's chest, her voice thick with a nasal tone, "Husband, you're so naughty, you only know how to bully me."

Although her tone was a complaint, it carried a hint of coquetry.

Lin Feng chuckled, pressing a kiss on her forehead.

"Silly girl, how can this be called bullying?"

He paused, his tone becoming serious.

"Phoenix Dance, I have a gift for you."

"A gift?" Mo Fengwu slightly raised her head, a little curious.

With a thought, Lin Feng took out the bottle of [Spiritual Root Correction Fluid (Beauty Exclusive)] from his System backpack.

Under the dim moonlight, the small jade bottle emitted a faint, colorful glow, appearing mysterious and magnificent.

"This is...?" Mo Fengwu looked at the jade bottle, feeling a strange energy fluctuation.

Lin Feng handed the jade bottle to her, and said softly, "This item is called 'Spiritual Root Correction Fluid.' It's a treasure I obtained through an Opportunity."

"Its effect is to correct your Spiritual Root, elevating your current Five Spiritual Root to a Heavenly Spiritual Root."

"What?!" Mo Fengwu suddenly sat up, and due to her abrupt movement, the thin blanket slipped off, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin, but she was completely oblivious.