142: Chapter 142 The Collapse of Wildness, an Opportunity Caught on Knees

The night over the wasteland was heavy, and the solitary lamp inside the carriage flickered in the cold wind.

The air inside the carriage was thick, with the scent of alcohol intertwined with the unique herbal fragrance of a woman, lingering and refusing to dissipate.

Tang Xun was not merely a brute who only knew how to use force; his fingertips danced, pressing precisely onto Zhang Ruowei's most sensitive Meridians nodes.

He was like an experienced musician, plucking the most secret strings on Zhang Ruowei's wild body.

Zhang Ruowei's initial struggles were ridiculously fragile in the face of absolute suppression of cultivation.

Her eyes, which were originally filled with unruliness, were now covered with an indelible mist.

Her willpower disintegrated instantly under the impact deep within her Soul.

She was thrown into an endless, warm tide, and could only drift with the current.

Under Tang Xun's guidance, her untamed body began to make the most primitive and honest responses.

Tang Xun enjoyed this process, the process of slowly smoothing out the sharp edges of a little wild leopard.

He could feel every tremor of Zhang Ruowei's body, as well as her gradually scalding body temperature.

The satisfaction brought by this kind of training even exceeded mere venting of desire.

He released a wisp of his majestic spiritual power from the Late Core Formation Stage, silently slipping it into Zhang Ruowei's body.

At this moment, the spiritual power in Zhang Ruowei's Meridians was in chaos due to her intense emotional fluctuations.

Tang Xun's spiritual power was like an invisible giant hand, roughly yet gently taking over these rampant energies.

He skillfully guided his own spiritual power, injecting it joyfully along the points of contact into her slightly parched Meridians.

This was an extremely unequal Dual Cultivation.

Tang Xun's spiritual power was pure and profound; for Zhang Ruowei, a novice at only the Fifth Level of Qi Refining, it was even better than nectar.

Zhang Ruowei was immersed in extreme pleasure when she suddenly felt a pure surge of spiritual power rush in from her stomach, quickly drilling into her limbs and bones.

That warm current was like a gentle little sprite, smoothing out the hidden injuries left behind from years of running about wherever it passed.

She let out a charming, bone-deep moan, which echoed in the narrow carriage, carrying a sense of surrender never felt before.

She began to actively reciprocate.

Since she could not resist, she would completely surrender.

She clung to Tang Xun's shoulders like a fish out of water, greedily absorbing everything he gave.

Looking at the flushed, exceptionally moving face beneath him, Tang Xun's heart stirred slightly.

The image of another woman involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Liu Ruyan.

The distinct textures of the two women flashed alternately in Tang Xun's mind.

Liu Ruyan was like an uncarved piece of ancient ice, like a clear spring flowing over stones; only by repeatedly burning her with the most intense true fire could one see the ultimate indulgence beneath the ice layer.

That was a dam bursting after long suppression, carrying a kind of ascetic madness that left one craving for more.

And the Zhang Ruowei before him was like fire cooking oil, the most direct vitality of the wilderness.

She did not need to peel away any disguise; her wildness was right out in the open, like a burning bonfire, ready to devour everything at any moment.

Liu Ruyan was the kind of lingering sweetness that needed to be savored, while Zhang Ruowei was a spicy, throat-searing strong liquor.

This pleasure of conquering a wild creature made Tang Xun feel an unprecedented sense of comfort.

As time passed, the temperature inside the carriage continued to rise.

Under Tang Xun's guidance, the spiritual power within Zhang Ruowei's body moved faster and faster, gradually forming a perfect circulation cycle.

The Bottleneck of the Fifth Level of Qi Refining that had hindered her for so long was fragile and vulnerable in the face of this overwhelming torrent.

Hum—

A soft chime that only a Cultivator could hear rang out in the carriage.

Zhang Ruowei felt her mind go blank, and her body seemed to break free from some shackle, becoming incredibly light.

Qi Refining Sixth Layer.

This threshold, which usually required years of bitter cultivation to cross, was broken through with ease during this absurd pleasure.

She opened her eyes in shock, looking at Tang Xun, who was within arm's reach, her eyes filled with disbelief.

But immediately after, a new wave struck again, completely drowning her in an ocean of senses.

The night grew deeper, and the wind on the wasteland was shrill, yet it could not cover the intermittent gasps inside the carriage.

After an unknown amount of time, the storm-like offensive finally subsided.

Inside the carriage, only the heavy, intertwined breathing of the two remained.

Zhang Ruowei was like a puddle of mud, limp and soft in Tang Xun's arms, without even the strength to lift a finger.

Her face was flushed, her messy hair clinging to her forehead, and her eyes revealed a post-event daze and satisfaction.

She could clearly feel the abundant spiritual power in her body; it was the genuine Qi Refining Sixth Layer Realm.

The pleasure brought by this improvement in cultivation made her tremble even more than the pleasure just now.

She finally understood what kind of existence she had attached herself to.

This was not just a powerful expert; this was a god who could change her fate with a casual wave of his hand.

The trace of humiliation and unwillingness in her heart completely vanished at this moment.

In its place was unprecedented worship and attachment.

She stretched out her fair arms, gently wrapping them around Tang Xun's neck, and buried her face in his chest.

Young Master...

Her voice was hoarse and soft, carrying a submissiveness after accepting her fate.

The identity of "warming Maidservant" was completely accepted by her at this moment, and she even vaguely felt a hint of fortune.

Holding the exhausted woman in his arms, Tang Xun's fingertips gently brushed across her smooth back.

A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth; this feeling of being in complete control was very enjoyable.

Central Continent's Mud City was a place that was even more chaotic and exciting.

Taking such an obedient and pleasing-to-the-eye "Maidservant" along would indeed save a lot of trouble.

The carriage continued to travel across the wasteland, the two black-scaled horses running tirelessly.

The darkness before dawn was the heaviest, but Tang Xun knew that the sun would rise soon.

By then, a brand new world would be waiting for them.

Zhang Ruowei found a comfortable position in Tang Xun's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Her lips curved in a faint arc, as if she were having a beautiful dream.

Listening to her even breathing, Tang Xun's heart was calm.

This calmness stemmed from absolute confidence in his power.

He opened his eyes and looked at the carriage curtain that had been lifted by the wind.

On the distant horizon, a hint of white like a fish's belly was already faintly visible.

It seemed this journey would certainly not be lonely.