269: A chapter of violation

Lin Feng gazed at the snow-white body, trembling with each dance step, but another figure involuntarily appeared in his mind.

He had heard that on this grassland, there were two peerless beauties of equal fame, known as the “Prairie Double Beauties.”

One was the Tianlan Saintess Lin Yinping, who was fiery by nature but was now performing an embarrassing, seductive dance before him.

The other was the mysterious Music Master of the Mulan Tribe, said to be skilled in the Dao of music.

Lin Feng’s fingertips tapped lightly on the meditation cushion, and an interesting idea began to form in his heart.

If he could bring both of these Prairie Double Beauties into his chambers, having them dance for him, one on each side, that scene would surely be much more spectacular than this solo performance.

Inside the Immortal Cave, the music had long ceased, leaving only the woman’s hurried gasps and the soft sound of sweat dripping to the ground.

Lin Yinping finally stopped all movement; she was completely exhausted, her fragrant sweat gluing strands of black hair to her smooth forehead and cheeks, looking as if she had just been pulled from water.

Without the cover of her dance, her perfect body, revealed without reservation before Lin Feng, exposed every intimate detail to the air, trembling slightly with the violent rise and fall of her chest.

A sense of shame, like the sharpest knife, carved at her heart inch by inch.

Yet, a woman’s instinct made her involuntarily turn her misty eyes towards the only man in the Immortal Cave.

The man who dominated her fate, who had cast her from the clouds into the mud.

Lin Feng said nothing, merely observing her calmly with a scrutinizing gaze.

That gaze carried no lust, yet it burned her Soul more intensely than the hottest flame.

Lin Yinping’s heart trembled.

She knew that if she wanted those demon marrow diamonds, merely dancing in violation was far from enough.

Her dignity was already shattered; what difference would a few more stomps make?

A flash of desperate resolve crossed her mind, and her bare jade feet left two damp imprints on the ground as she walked step by step towards Lin Feng.

Each step felt like walking on knife-edges.

Finally, she arrived before the meditation cushion and, under that scrutinizing gaze, knelt down.

This time, she did not hesitate in the slightest.

She leaned forward, gently doing something with her exquisite face, once revered as divine by countless Cultivators of the grassland... A warm breath emanated.

“Senior...”

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, tinged with a hint of deliberate flattery.

“Yinping has come to do something...”

Lin Feng lowered his eyes with interest, looking at this Saintess who, not long ago, had clamored to perish with him.

He could clearly feel... He could also tell that Lin Yinping was still a virgin, likely having never even read the most rudimentary picture books about matters between men and women.

Yet, to actively assume such a posture now, could indeed be considered a natural talent.

“Oh?”

Lin Feng chuckled softly, reaching out to lift her chin.

“Saintess, do you know what you are doing?”

Lin Yinping was forced to lift her head, her face, flushed and tear-streaked, was filled with humiliation and struggle.

“Yinping... knows.”

She bit her red lips, speaking each word distinctly.

“Yinping is no longer a Saintess; she is merely your... your maidservant, Senior.”

“Please, Senior... show mercy.”

After speaking, she no longer waited for Lin Feng’s response, as if having used all her strength, and lowered her head... Lin Feng did not stop her.

He could feel the awkwardness, the action carrying a hint of hesitation, cautiously performed.

Her teeth would occasionally graze unintentionally, each time making her delicate body tremble slightly, clearly indicating it was her first time doing such a thing, lacking even the most basic technique.

However, it was this awkwardness and clumsiness, mixed with her unique, untamed essence of a grassland female Cultivator, that intertwined into a different kind of charm.

Like an untamed wild horse, under its master’s whip, for the first time lowering its proud head, attempting to learn how to please.

This sense of conquest brought Lin Feng far more pleasure than those already skilled enchantresses.

“It seems your actions are far more compliant than you are.”

Lin Feng commented indifferently, his fingers threading through her soft black hair, gently grasping her head.

This action instantly stiffened Lin Yinping’s body.

She thought Senior was going to punish her clumsiness, and tears almost fell from her eyes in fright.

But Lin Feng merely guided her with repeated motions, making her experience this unprecedented sensation more deeply.

Time slowly passed in the Immortal Cave.

Lin Yinping had transformed from initial resistance to compliance.

Her mind was a blank, save for the few blue star-like glints in her peripheral vision, emanating a fatal allure.

For them, everything was worth it.

She could only hypnotize herself this way.

And Lin Feng, like an experienced craftsman, was sculpting an unpolished jade.

He could feel that this former Saintess in his arms was learning and adapting at an incredible speed.

From occasionally fumbling at first, to consistently performing later.

That resilience and unyielding spirit, characteristic of a daughter of the grassland, seemed to be entirely focused on pleasing a man at this moment.

“Not bad, she has potential.”

Lin Feng nodded inwardly.

With a little guidance, in due time, this Tianlan Saintess might even rank among the top of his many Dao Companions.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little bored.

He flipped his palm, and the demon marrow diamonds floated over lightly, hovering before Lin Yinping’s eyes.

Lin Yinping’s movements abruptly paused; she lifted her tear-filled eyes, gazing in disbelief at the demon marrow diamonds so close at hand.

“Open your mouth.”

Lin Feng’s calm voice sounded.

Lin Yinping subconsciously opened her rosy little mouth.

One demon marrow diamond gently dropped into her mouth.

A cool sensation, accompanied by an ancient Devilish Qi purified to the extreme, instantly burst in her oral cavity.

That energy slid down her throat, surged into her limbs and bones, and washed over the Cultivation Technique Bottleneck that had stagnated for years.

Boom!

Lin Yinping felt a roar in her mind; the shackles that had plagued her for decades showed signs of loosening at this moment.

She froze completely, her eyes erupting with ecstatic light.

“Senior...”

She excitedly looked up, only to meet Lin Feng’s eyes, which held a half-smile.

“Do you want the rest?”

Lin Feng asked.

“Yes! Yinping wants them!”

She nodded frantically like a chick pecking rice, no longer showing any shame in her eyes, only the most primal desire.

“Then it depends on your performance.”

Lin Feng withdrew his hand, leaning back lazily, and pointed to himself.

“Let this Dominator see how much sincerity the Saintess of Tianlan Grassland truly possesses.”

Lin Yinping looked at him, then at the hovering demon marrow diamonds, and instantly understood.

Without the slightest hesitation, she turned her back, and at that specific spot, she moved in a certain way, using every method she could think of, and began to exert herself even more vigorously.

This time, she held nothing back.

The pride of a Saintess had long been crushed by her own hands, trampled underfoot.

Now, she was just a woman who would stop at nothing for treasure.

Inside the Immortal Cave, a night of debauchery.

Lin Yinping curled up on the soft animal fur rug, covered only by one of Lin Feng’s large robes, barely concealing her alluring figure.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with complex emotions.

The soreness deep within her body and the humiliation of her Soul being trampled were still clear, but within her Dantian, the burgeoning intent to Breakthrough, a blessing in disguise, was unprecedentedly strong.

At the entrance of the Immortal Cave, Lin Feng was already fully dressed, standing with his hands behind his back, gazing at the morning glow over the grassland outside.

“Awake?” He didn’t turn around, his voice calm.

Lin Yinping’s body instinctively trembled; she struggled to sit up, and the outer robe slipped, revealing much of her body.

She gasped, quickly pulling the robe to cover herself tightly, and replied in a barely audible voice, “Yes, Senior.”

Lin Feng turned around and slowly walked to her, flipping his wrist. The remaining four demon marrow diamonds appeared out of thin air and were casually tossed before Lin Yinping.

“Take them; this is what you earned last night.”

Lin Yinping looked at the crystals in her palm, emitting a faint blue starlight, and her breathing hitched.

She had abandoned all dignity last night, desperately trying to please this man, all for these items.

But when the long-desired treasures were truly in her hands, she felt no joy, only an empty sense of bewilderment.

“Thank... Thank you, Senior, for the reward.” She thanked him in a hoarse voice, clutching the treasures tightly in her hand.

“From today onward, you will follow me; there’s no need to return to your Tianlan Divine Temple.” Lin Feng’s tone was indifferent, yet carried an undeniable command.

Lin Yinping’s heart tightened, then a self-mocking sense of relief welled up.

Go back? Could she still go back?

The so-called “Tianlan Saintess” was already a title in name only; even if she returned, how could she face those three Divine Masters who had unhesitatingly pushed her into the fire pit for a mere Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure?

“Yinping... understands.” She lowered her proud head with extreme submission.

“I heard the Mulan Tribe also has a Music Master, who is as famous as you, known as one of the Prairie Double Beauties?” Lin Feng suddenly changed the subject, asking with interest.

Lin Yinping’s heart felt as if it had been violently clutched by an invisible hand; a strange pang of bitterness and jealousy surged uncontrollably.

She looked up at Lin Feng’s handsome face, which bore a playful smile, and instantly understood the Soul Transformation old monster’s intentions.

“Yes...” She dared not conceal anything, answering honestly, “The Music Master is skilled in the Dao of music; her cultivation is similar to mine, also at the Mid-Nascent Soul Stage.”

“Her zither music can evoke the power of heaven and earth, create illusions, and bewitch minds, making her extremely difficult to deal with.”

“Oh? Illusions?” Lin Feng’s lips curved into an even deeper smile of interest, “How interesting.”

He reached out, ignoring Lin Yinping’s gasp, and pulled her directly from the animal fur rug, embracing her tightly, feeling the slight tremor of her soft, delicate body.

“Then lead the way, my good Saintess.”

“Let this Dominator witness how profound your good sister’s zither music truly is.”

A stream of light rapidly streaked across the boundless green grassland.

Lin Yinping was forcibly held in Lin Feng’s embrace, feeling the howling wind by her ears and the domineering aura from the man that both made her fearful and inexplicably gave her a sense of security; her heart was in turmoil.

In less than half a day, a massive encampment, distinctly different from the rugged style of the Tianlan Divine Temple, appeared on the horizon.

Here, there were no tall, sturdy stone temples, but countless white circular yurts, like giant white lotuses blooming on the grassland.

In the center of the encampment stood a nine-story platform constructed entirely from a precious ancient wood that emitted a unique fragrance. Melodious zither music faintly drifted from the top of the platform, like celestial music, spreading across the entire grassland.

The air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood and sweet milk tea, appearing serene and peaceful.

“That is the Holy Land of the Mulan Tribe, the Heavenly Sound Platform,” Lin Yinping softly explained in Lin Feng’s arms. “The Music Master usually cultivates in seclusion on the top floor and rarely sees outsiders.”

Lin Feng nodded, his figure moving without pause, flying directly towards the magnificent Heavenly Sound Platform.

His Late Nascent Soul Stage aura, this time unrestrained, was like a giant rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up immense waves.

The melodious zither music abruptly ceased.

Several powerful auras shot up from the yurts below, instantly blocking Lin Feng’s path.

Leading them were three Mulan Tribe Elders dressed in luxurious silk robes; their faces were lean, their demeanor arrogant, and their cultivation levels were all at the Nascent Soul Stage.

“Who goes there! Why do you trespass upon our Mulan Holy Land!” a long-browed Elder sternly demanded, his eyes full of vigilance.

Their gazes swept over Lin Feng, then landed on the disheveled Lin Yinping in his arms, and their expressions all changed abruptly.

“Tianlan Saintess? You... how are you here? And in this state!”

Lin Yinping’s cheeks instantly burned, overwhelmed with shame and indignation; she could only bury her head deep in Lin Feng’s embrace, not daring to look at their shocked gazes.

Lin Feng, however, couldn’t be bothered with these obstructing old men.

He merely spoke indifferently, his voice not loud, but clearly transmitted throughout the entire Mulan encampment using his Divine Ability.

“Where is the Mulan Music Master? I am Lin Feng, and I have come to seek guidance in music.”

“Presumptuous! How dare you utter the Mulan Saintess’s name!”

Another Elder was enraged. “Your Excellency, you first abducted the Tianlan Saintess, and now you come to our Mulan Tribe to openly provoke us. Do you truly think there is no one on our grassland?”

The three Mulan Elders were furious, quickly exchanged glances, and in their hands, a jade-green bone flute appeared simultaneously.

Woo—

Three sharp, piercing flute sounds rang out at the same time, but they did not directly attack Lin Feng. Instead, they transformed into three invisible sound waves, subtly merging into the surrounding heaven and earth.

In an instant, the weather changed.

Above the entire Mulan encampment, the air seemed to become a rippling water surface, with layers of transparent ripples appearing.

Countless ancient and mysterious musical notes emerged and vanished within the ripples, instantly weaving into a massive musical array covering a hundred-mile radius, trapping Lin Feng and Lin Yinping at its core.