Xia Yanbing smiled and nodded: "Honey, this just shows you’re soone with great fortune to have such an encounter. I can tell Linlin really likes the Netherfla Stick; otherwise, she wouldn’t put aside her pride to do a pole dance."
Qin Yi pouted: "What kind of dance was that? It wasn’t good at all. Others perform pole dances, but she was just gnawing on it like sugar cane."
"Wasn’t Linlin’s dance good?"
Qin Yi shook his head and righteously said: "No, I didn’t watch it."
Xia Yanbing leaned close to Qin Yi’s ear, her breath like orchids: "Then why did you have a reaction, dear?"
Qin Yi shivered, a chill running down his back. "Don’t talk nonsense, when did I ever... you know?"
Damn, this is a trick question, no way I can admit it.
"Didn’t you?"
Xia Yanbing got too close, her scent filled Qin Yi’s nose, and her warm breath instantly turned the little fla that he had so carefully extinguished back into a raging fire.
Qin Yi’s breathing quickened, he swallowed and then quickly took out his phone and opened it.
"What are you doing, honey?" Xia Yanbing curiously leaned over for a look, her face instantly turned a bright red.
Qin Yi was looking online to see if he could have sex after three months.
Not long after, Qin Yi tossed aside the phone and looked at his stunningly beautiful young wife: "Didn’t the doctor say that as long as we’re careful, we could, after three months?"
Xia Yanbing bashfully nodded.
"Then we..." Qin Yi’s face curled into a mischievous smile.
"Naughty, you better be gentle."
Qin Yi, as if receiving an imperial decree, jumped up, locked the bedroom door to prevent Lin Hongzhuang from barging in again, then swiftly ran back and leapt onto the bed.
...
...
The next morning.
When Qin Yi woke up, he looked at his young wife sleeping beside him, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Even though they were very cautious last night, it was still liberating for him.
Qin Yi quietly got out of bed; he feared he couldn’t resist if he lay with Xia Yanbing, especially considering the baby on the way.
Downstairs, Qin Wan’er and so other girls were busy in the kitchen. Lin Hongzhuang, however, was nowhere to be seen.
"Brother, you’re up?" Qin Wan’er greeted Qin Yi with a sweet smile.
Qin Yi smiled, pinched her chubby cheek, and sniffed, "What are you making that slls so good, it’s making my mouth water."
"It’s egg pancakes," Qin Wan’er sweetly responded.
Qin Yi beca montarily dazed, recalling that after their parents were gone, they were fostered at their uncle’s house. At that ti, pocket money was pathetically scarce; their happiest mont was buying a pancake and sharing it with Qin Wan’er.
"Little hubby, I want so too." Duan Yiyi, never one for quietness, leaned forward, offering her face.
Qin Yi chuckled, initially wanting to give her a pinch, but instead, teasingly pushed back her lovely face.
Duan Yiyi pouted, looking utterly aggrieved: "Little hubby doesn’t love anymore, I’m so sad, so upset..."
Qin Yi shook his head in resignation, gave her cheek a pinch, and Duan Yiyi instantly bead with a wide smile. She was easily satisfied.
"Why haven’t I seen Yun ngyao and Lin Hongzhuang? Are they still sleeping?"
"Brother, the Saintess and Sister Linlin are in the back of the villa, seems like they’re sparring."
Qin Yi was a bit stunned, Lin Hongzhuang couldn’t let old food go cold; she just got the Netherfla Stick and was eager to challenge Yun ngyao. Isn’t she asking for trouble?
"Brother, go have a look. Breakfast is almost ready; you can call them to co back and eat."
Qin Yi nodded and headed to the back of the villa.
The planning in the Hidden Dragon Bay villa area was excellent, with significant distances between each villa, especially the one he currently lived in, which Liu Zhanyuan had originally left for himself. There was a large area of greenery behind it, surrounded by trees, very secluded.
When Qin Yi arrived there, he happened to see Lin Hongzhuang with the Netherfla Stick in her hand, wielding it with the power of the Red Flas, slashing vertically at Yun ngyao.
A rainbow light flowed around Yun ngyao as she slowly extended her hand, a stream of rainbow light converging into a beam, sweeping out.
The two forces collided and exploded with a bang, the resulting shockwave lifting the turf from the ground.
Lin Hongzhuang was flung backwards, both arms trembling, her face full of defiance.
Yun ngyao was also pushed back several steps, leaving a trail of deep footprints in the grass. Frowning, she looked at Lin Hongzhuang, "Did Qin Yi teach you this cultivation technique?"
Lin Hongzhuang nodded.
"This guy is really a monster; the cultivation technique he taught you is so powerful it can actually leapfrog two levels in battle, it’s truly unbelievable."
Lin Hongzhuang asked perplexed, "What do you an?"
"Each level is a mountain. Let’s say you’re now at the Qi Cultivation Middle Stage, barely considered Qi Cultivation Late Stage. Typically, a Qi Refiner would only fight opponents of the sa level, competing among the sa tier."
"But I’ve suppressed my cultivation to Qi Cultivation Perfection, two full levels higher than you, yet I couldn’t defeat you in a short ti. This should tell you just how extraordinary your cultivation technique is."
Lin Hongzhuang was a bit shocked.
"It seems you’re unaware, but I can tell you, the cultivation technique Qin Yi taught you is nothing ordinary; its power is extraordinarily overwhelming."
Lin Hongzhuang excitedly said, "So although I am currently at Qi Cultivation Middle Stage, my combat power is equivalent to Qi Cultivation Perfection?"
Yun ngyao slightly nodded: "You could say that."
"No, your combat power now is entirely capable of battling Foundation Establishnt Early Stage."
Qin Yi suddenly chid in, startling the two won.
Qin Yi walked over and said to Lin Hongzhuang: "You are currently only cultivating the Qi Cultivation thod, and haven’t learned any moves. Only through combining the two can you unleash the greatest combat strength."
Yun ngyao was astonished: "She hasn’t learned any moves yet? No wonder her stick technique was chaotic just now."
"Co here," Qin Yi gestured.
Lin Hongzhuang suspiciously walked over. Qin Yi’s fingertip flashed with purple light; he extended a finger and touched Lin Hongzhuang’s forehead.
Lin Hongzhuang trembled slightly, she had experienced this once before, Qin Yi was transmitting cultivation techniques and moves to her.
Complex and obscure symbols were transmitted into her mind, and then a clear image ford as if a broken mirror was made whole again...
Soon enough, Qin Yi slowly retracted his hand, his expression carrying a trace of mystery and mischief: "This stick technique is just right for you, practice well."
Lin Hongzhuang furrowed her brow, full of reluctance, because the na of this stick technique Qin Yi taught her was extraordinarily strange, called: Macho Eighteen Strokes.
Each move had its own na: for example, the first stroke was called Macho Man Stick, the second move was Spear Out Like a Dragon, the third move was Stick Splashes Water... the nas for the following dozen or so moves were all bizarre.
Yun ngyao was utterly astounded: "Was that a transmission of cultivation techniques just now?"
Qin Yi nodded.
Yun ngyao was even more shocked; even as the Saintess of the Feather Clan with vast knowledge, she had never seen techniques transmitted in such a manner.
"Hongzhuang, what powerful stick technique did Qin Yi teach you?"
Lin Hongzhuang fumbled for words for quite a while, unable to bring herself to voice it. The stick technique was powerful, but the na was simply indescribable.
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