Being suddenly attacked, Jiang Qingfeng’s bright eyes widened sharply.
Lu Qian greedily savored, soft and moist, a warmth fragrant enough to penetrate the heart filled his own heart.
It was only then that Qingfeng awoke, and in an instant, her whole body turned hot, her jade face flushed. Instinctively she wanted to retreat, but how could Lu Qian let her succeed, his strong arms already held her slender waist tightly, pressing his senior sister’s supple body firmly against his.
Jiang Qingfeng waved her pink fists, symbolically tapping twice, her eyes already filled with mist. Her slender hands weakly slid down, her body growing hotter and softer, and if not for being held tightly by Lu Qian, she might have collapsed.
After indulging in a taste for a while, Lu Qian was still unsatisfied, gently nipping at his senior sister’s delicate earlobe.
"Mm!" The senior sister’s face was drunk red, her sandalwood mouth slightly parted, her breath like orchid, unconsciously her hands were already tightly wrapped around Lu Qian.
Seizing this opportunity, Lu Qian swiftly turned back, once again prying open his senior sister’s lips and teeth, further invading inside, interwoven with each other, mouth full of fragrant nectar.
Jiang Qingfeng’s body suddenly trembled, her beautiful eyes already full of mist, the strong side hidden in her bones suddenly aroused, from originally being ek to increasingly fervent responses and active advances.
When Lu Qian withdrew, the senior sister surprisingly followed instinctively, only to be suddenly lifted by Lu Qian.
The world spun around, and while her mind was bewildered, she was already gently placed on the couch by Lu Qian. Lu Qian breathed heavily, burying himself in careful savoring, from her smooth cheek, sliding to her delicate jade neck, then pulling open the long skirt’s front, burying into the warm snow and warm jade within.
Lightly stroking, twisting, pressing, lifting, flying to carry away the cherry.
The senior sister let out a small exclamation, finally barely waking up under the intense stimulation, struggling to push against Lu Qian’s shoulders, her voice tender and panting: "Junior brother... junior brother! Tomorrow you have to set off early, Foundation Establishnt is important, don’t... don’t waste your vitality..."
When ntioning "vitality", the senior sister’s voice was already as soft as a mosquito, her jade-like skin blushing crimson.
With the warm jade in his arms, how could Lu Qian bear to let go, reluctant, but unwilling. The senior sister gently bit her red lips, and softly said: "I... I cannot escape, when you return after Foundation Establishnt, I will... will let you do as you please..."
Stimulated by these words, it had the opposite effect, Lu Qian’s actions beca even more intense.
The silver bottle suddenly broke, water gushing out, the iron cavalry bursting forth, sword and spear clamoring.
Jiang Qingfeng’s sha and anger intertwining, suddenly bit, biting into Lu Qian’s shoulder, finally bringing his senses back.
"Senior sister, I... I went a bit too far." Lu Qian, looking at Qingfeng, whose clothes were disheveled and expression annoyed, felt sowhat uneasy; being so impulsive and rash, it indeed startled the jade beauty.
Yet seeing Lu Qian appearing sowhat pitiful and slightly aggrieved, Qingfeng’s heart softened.
She suddenly lifted her head, flushing red: "That won’t do, but this... can."
Soft, warm lips pressed up.
The moonlight shy, the wind gentle, the Sect Leader’s courtyard, a room full of spring.
...
June 17th, the 366th year of Jia Shen, 7:00 AM.
At the training ground of Bichao Mountain, twenty Late-Stage Qi Cultivation practitioners and thirty Mid-Stage Qi Cultivation practitioners were already prepared, lining up in a square formation under the leadership of Tan Hong, Zheng Duan, Zhao Xianzong, Xuu Yingcai, and Chen Wei.
Lu Qian, on the other hand, hurriedly hurried over. It turned out that in the middle of the night, this Sect Leader imrsed in tenderness suddenly rembered needing to go to the Xuanguang Sect to request a letter, and hurried rushed over.
Fortunately, Hee Yangchen, the owner of Huanjian Peak, was present, helping to acquire the desired item, then anxiously rushing back.
Jiang Qingfeng, in the end, tidied Lu Qian’s collar, her eyes full of tenderness and reluctance, this deanor causing disciples to widen their eyes, gossiping in private.
Entangled and lingering, it was difficult to part, Lu Qian could only steel his heart, accepting everyone’s instructions, leading the disciples to board the Void-Soaring and Distant-Guarding Divine Ship. The ship moved twice the speed of ordinary Qi Cultivators’ escape speed, they would first travel to ihua Square by ship, then rent a Wind-Controlling Beast from ihua Square, heading straight to Lu Qian’s sensed location.
The ship gently quaked, soared skyward, and quickly vanished into the clouds.
The Yunshan Sect mbers watched Lu Qian depart, their hearts all praying that the Sect Leader would have a smooth journey, returning successfully with a Foundation Establishnt.
Jiang Qingfeng especially stood gazing at the ship, unwilling to leave for a long ti.
As the ship traveled a hundred miles away, a disciple on lookout suddenly exclaid. Tan Hong rose to watch, only to see a familiar dazzling blaze rapidly approaching. With a whoosh, it arrived above the ship, and a gold-red figure elegantly landed on the deck.
It was Fairy Nishang!
Lu Qian raised an eyebrow, just now during the farewell, he didn’t see Fairy Nishang. Lu Qian thought she didn’t like such occasions, so he didn’t pay attention to her absence; why did she follow?
"Elder Guh, I can’t take you with . If you’re not there, in case the Mountain Gate is attacked, I won’t even have a ho when I return."
Fairy Nishang snorted: "It’s just Foundation Establishnt, what danger could there be? A bunch of people making a fuss over nothing, you’ve already brought so many people, it’s enough already, I don’t care about you."
Lu Qian laughed and said: "Then what brings you here? Hitching a ride to ihua Square?"
Fairy Nishang was montarily speechless, standing there not speaking, fixating on Lu Qian.
Lu Qian felt a bit uneasy under her stare, just about to ask again, when suddenly Fairy Nishang strode forward with loud steps, clenched fist swinging forward.
Just as Lu Qian thought he was about to get punched, her palm flipped open, revealing a small blue-purple feather within her palm.
"This, is for you." Fairy Nishang turned her head, "This was given to by my master before my Foundation Establishnt, saying it was a Cyan Bird’s feather, and that it brings good luck. I think it’s all nonsense, it was useless, so I’m giving it to you."
Looking at Fairy Nishang’s slender, fair palm holding up the feather, a surge of emotion unexpectedly filled Lu Qian’s heart. In that dazed mont, Fairy Nishang suddenly fiercely clenched the feather: "You don’t want it, do you?"
"Wait, wait!" Lu Qian hurriedly grasped her hand, trying to pull out the feather, "Such a good thing, I had never seen it, I was just looking at it, who said I didn’t want it? Give it to ..."
Thus the two of them tugged back and forth on the deck, disciples on both sides widened their eyes.
Finally, Lu Qian, panting heavily, pried open Fairy Nishang’s palm: "How can you be so stingy, taking back sothing you gave."
Fairy Nishang let out a snort, tossed the feather into Lu Qian’s chest, then lowered her gaze, looking at their intertwined hands, softly demanding: "Let go!"
Lu Qian quickly released his grip, and Fairy Nishang swiftly withdrew her hand, turning her back to him without another glance.
Just standing wordlessly like that for a while, Fairy Nishang suddenly strode forward a few steps, coldly saying: "I’m leaving. If you can’t successfully achieve Foundation Establishnt, I’ll break your legs when you return."
The mont she finished speaking, she had already transford into a stream of firelight, shooting skyward, flying back towards Bichao Mountain.
Lu Qian chuckled softly, Fairy Nishang has slowly beco adorable, hasn’t she? Who knows when she will truly see through the wall of limitations, understand the interdependence of Yin and Yang, the complentarity of high and low, long and short, so that the Golden Crow Grand Derivation True Technique reaches the stage of Harmonious Balance of Strength and Softness, successfully breaking through the level?
He carefully flattened the feather, stroking it straight, then stored the feather in a delicate sachet embroidered with "safety" tied around his waist.
Beside him, Zheng Duan stared blankly. If he wasn’t mistaken, that sachet seed to be the one Elder Jiang tied onto the Sect Leader this morning.
Co to think of it, Sect Leader, you’re a bit... asking for trouble...
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