261: mature woman charm

A spiritual light flashed at Lin Feng's fingertips, and a gentle yet supremely Law-infused golden rune slowly drifted towards Wen Qing's glabella, silently merging into the depths of her Divine Soul.

The master-slave contract was thus formed.

Wen Qing's delicate body trembled almost imperceptibly; she could feel that her life, even her every thought and movement, was now completely in the hands of the man before her.

But what followed was not humiliation or despair, but a strange sense of stability, as if a long-wandering lone boat had finally found a harbor to dock.

She slowly stood up, her cold face still serene, but the look in her eyes as she gazed at Lin Feng held a deep respect and dependence that came from the depths of her Soul.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on the simple white palace dress she wore, then she looked at Lin Feng's intrigued expression, and instantly made a decision in her heart.

This master seemed very interested in her body.

"Master, please wait."

Wen Qing bowed gracefully to Lin Feng, then turned and walked into a hidden mountain cave behind the waterfall, concealed by a curtain of water.

Lin Feng did not stop her; he merely stood with his arms crossed, a playful smile on his lips, curious to see what tricks this clever woman would play.

A moment later, the rustling sound of clothes stopped.

When Wen Qing emerged from behind the water curtain again, Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

She was still wearing the same palace dress, but its style had completely changed. The originally modest neckline had been torn open, revealing a large expanse of fair, delicate shoulders and exquisite collarbones. The breathtaking fullness of her chest was tightly wrapped in fabric, outlining a deep, alluring cleavage.

The originally knee-length skirt had been cut away for the most part, barely covering the rounded, perky curve of her buttocks, leaving two plump, well-proportioned, beautifully contoured long legs completely exposed to the air.

Her cool, ascetic temperament, combined with such a bold and provocative outfit, created an extreme contrast, making her radiate a ripe, tantalizing allure.

"Madam Wen, why are you so..." Lin Feng began with interest, his words carrying a hint of teasing, as if knowing the answer.

A blush spread across Wen Qing's cheeks, but her tone was very candid, as if stating the most normal thing: "Replying to Master, this concubine once saw that the female slaves taken by those Nascent Soul Old Ancestors of the Demonic Path were often dressed quite revealingly to please their masters. Now that Wen Qing is Master's slave, it is only natural that I should be the same."

"Hahaha, good, what a 'only natural that I should be the same'!"

Lin Feng was overjoyed, and at the same time, a strong sense of regret surged within him. "Why didn't I come looking for her sooner! Who said mature women aren't appealing? This is simply so captivating it could hook one's Soul!"

He slowly stepped forward, approaching Wen Qing until he could almost smell the faint body fragrance she emitted, along with the crisp, unique scent of a Sword Cultivator. He lowered his head, his voice a husky, magnetic whisper in her ear: "Is there an Immortal Cave in this mountain? This Lord is a bit tired, why not enter your Immortal Cave... to rest for a while?"

Wen Qing's earlobes instantly turned crimson. She could feel the warm breath exhaled by the man as he spoke, making her body feel somewhat weak. She suppressed the throbbing in her heart and respectfully lowered her head.

"Master, please follow this slave."

She turned, taking delicate steps, and led Lin Feng deeper into the mountain range. Her rounded buttocks, swaying gently with each step, drew heart-racing curves beneath the short skirt, making Lin Feng's gaze grow even hotter.

Soon, the two arrived before an Immortal Cave she had personally opened. The Immortal Cave was not large, and its interior furnishings were extremely simple; apart from a wide stone bed, a stone table, and a few stone stools, there was nothing else, exuding the coldness and simplicity of an ascetic Cultivator.

But the moment Lin Feng stepped into the Immortal Cave, Wen Qing, who was in front of him, suddenly made an even bolder move.

With a pull of her hand, she completely tore off the already scantily clad palace dress she was wearing and casually threw it on the ground. In an instant, a mature, voluptuous, perfectly formed body, radiating an ivory-like luster, was unreservedly revealed before Lin Feng.

She was left with only a water-red, close-fitting bustier and matching short undergarments. The almost impossibly contained fullness and perkiness exuded a fatal temptation.

"Master..."

Wen Qing turned around, her knees giving way, and she knelt before Lin Feng. She lifted her pretty face, flushed with red, her eyes swirling with charm, seductive and silken, her voice alluring to the bone.

"Does Master... desire this slave to attend him?"

Lin Feng could no longer suppress the flames in his heart. He let out a low laugh, bent down directly, and scooped up Wen Qing, who was kneeling on the ground. The sensation in his hands was of astonishing elasticity and firmness, full of power, completely different from the softness of young girls.

"Don't you think it's too late to ask now?"

He strode towards the cold stone bed, unceremoniously tossing the beauty in his arms onto it.

The hardness of the stone bed made her let out a soft, alluring moan, and the bouncing of her body stirred up a storm.

Lin Feng's figure then covered hers, completely enveloping that intoxicating spring scene.

For several days, this cold Immortal Cave was never quiet again.

Days and nights blurred, morning and evening forgotten.

Lin Feng was surprised to find that Wen Qing's endurance was unexpectedly astonishing. Unlike other women who would quickly crumble and beg for mercy, she would always rekindle her Battle Intent after a brief respite, even actively reciprocating and passionately intertwining with him.

This body, which had Cultivated the Dao of the Sword for hundreds of years, not only possessed excellent flexibility, allowing for various unimaginable positions, but its powerful vitality and endurance also made Lin Feng feel an unbridled exhilaration for the first time.

"Interesting, truly interesting!"

After another great battle, Lin Feng embraced Wen Qing, who was drenched in sweat, her eyes seductive, yet still full of Battle Intent, and his own Battle Intent surged.

Finally, there was a woman who could make him exert a little of his strength!