Ye Xian had never moved so fast in his life. He reactivated the Heaven-Scorching Blissfire Lance, channeling blissful energy into his throbbing length once more. The moment the energy wrapped around his dragon, Sheng Qianying gasped, her inner walls fluttering wildly around him.
"Y-Ye Xian—!"she whimpered, her voice trembling. She felt his hardened memberan transform from big dragon to scorching hot big dragon as her insides, already sensitive, turned into a slippery mess of yin juices, because apparently, her body had decided now was the perfect time to turn into a waterfall.
"Shh, just a little more," he murmured.
' it's now or never '
He took chance gripping her soft round hips as he gave a slow, deep thrust. The energy surged, making her slick and pliant beneath him. Her back arched, her nails digging into the sheets and her body convulsed like she'd been struck by lightning (the good kind).
Plop~
Spurt~
Her yin essence gushed around him like a dam had broken, and Ye Xian took full advantage of her climax to finally—FINALLY—yank his dragon out before it got crushed into spiritual dust.
He shuddered in relief, his length twitching like it was waving a tiny white flag, and spilled his yang essence all over her creamy backside instead of inside her. Dual cultivation: complete. Casualty count: one set of sheets
Sheng Qianying collapsed onto the bed, limp as a noodle, pleasure still rolling through her in waves. Her face stayed buried in the pillow as she mumbled, "Y-You… brute…"—though it sounded about as threatening as a kitten's meow.
Ye Xian smirked, giving her plump backside an affectionate pat (because why not?) before rolling off the bed like a man who'd just survived a battlefield.
"Rest for a bit. I'll handle Ling'er."
Mission accomplished. Survival of the Dragon : achieved
He quickly washed up, scrubbing away the evidence of their enthusiastic cultivation session before throwing on his academy robes. After one last glance at Sheng Qianying—who was now curled up in the sheets, her long hair spilling over her bare shoulders—he carefully closed the door behind him.
Ye Ling'er stood outside with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. When Ye Xian finally emerged, she shot him a suspicious glare.
"You took forever," she huffed, her cheeks puffing out in a pout. "And why do you look so… flustered?"
Ye Xian coughed, adjusting his collar. "Ah, you know how it is. Advanced cultivation techniques. Very… strenuous."
Ling'er narrowed her eyes. "You were moaning."
"Ki circulation can be painful!"
"You said you were naked!"
"Some techniques require direct skin contact with profound ki!"
Ling'er stared at him for a long moment before finally sighing. "You're so weird." She turned on her heel and marched ahead. "Come on, we're going to be late!"
Ye Xian exhaled in relief, casting one last glance at his closed door before following her.
'That was too close…'
Meanwhile, inside the room, Sheng Qianying buried her face deeper into the pillow, her entire body still tingling from the aftermath, the yang essence of Ye Xian on her butt already absorb into her.
As Ye Xian and Ye Ling'er walked along the path, Ling'er kept sneaking glances at him. She wasn't sure why, but she felt anxious and frustrated. Her heart was uneasy, and she really wanted to ask him something.
Earlier in the hall, Ye Xian stepmother had mentioned something about him getting married. Ling'er didn't know why that bothered her so much, but the thought wouldn't leave her mind.
Just as she opened her mouth to ask, a servant approached them.
"Young Master Ye " the servant bowed respectfully.
"The Patriarch is calling for you . You are requested in the dining hall."
Ye Xian simply nodded and began walking. Ling'er followed quietly, just as curious—what did her father want to discuss brother Ye?
Ye Tian, the family patriarch, was Ling'er's adoptive father.
As they entered the large dining hall, they saw a long rectangular table surrounded by chairs. Several family members were already seated.
At the head of the table sat a man with a commanding presence and a thick mustache. This was Ye Tian, the Patriarch of the Ye Clan. Seated to his left was his wife.
To his right sat Ye Feng—Ye Xian's father.
Beside Ye Feng was his wife, Ye Xian's stepmother, Shen Qinhua. Sitting next to her was her son, Ye Shen—a young man with a handsome feature.
On the opposite end of the table sat an important guest—a slightly muscular man in a green robe, his long hair neatly tied in a ponytail. Ye Xian recognized him instantly.
He was Patriarch Meng Pan of the Meng Clan, a well-known and influential figure throughout many cities. Though based in the capital, he often traveled for business.
As Ye Xian stepped forward, he respectfully greeted Ye Tian and Ye Feng. When he greeted his stepmother, he did so stiffly, while Shen Qinhua returned his greeting with a visible look of displeasure she didn't bother to hide.
Turning to the guest, Ye Xian respectfully greeted Meng Pan and introduced himself. "Ye Xian, at your service," he said with a respectful voice.
Ling'er also greeted everyone and sat beside Ye Tian's wife, her mother. Ye Xian sat next to her.
Ye Shen sat across from Ye Xian, watching him silently. He was smiling, but Ye Xian knew the truth behind that smile. Ye Shen's men had tried to kill him—and they almost did. If not for the Adler Soul fragment, he would be dead. It had saved him, pulling him back just as death reached for him.
Meng Pan's eyes sparkled with interest as he looked at Ye Xian. His gaze was sharp but warm as he spoke, "Ah, Ye Xian, I've heard much about you. A fine young man, well-mannered too. It's an honor to finally meet you."
The exchange was polite, but a deeper undercurrent lingered. Ye Xian could sense that this meeting with Meng Pan and the Meng Clan would be important—possibly a turning point in his future.
Ye Tian, always the gracious host, formally introduced the man.
"This is Meng Pan, the patriarch of the Meng Clan. He's here to discuss matters of great importance. I believe his visit is no coincidence."
Meng Pan's smile didn't change. Praise or not, it didn't matter to him—he was already a powerful figure in the capital.
Servants began bringing in food. The room filled with lively conversation as the clan leaders spoke in animated tones. Despite the warm atmosphere, Ye Xian couldn't ignore the hidden tensions simmering beneath the surface.
He quietly focused on his meal, eating slowly. But his attention often drifted, wondering if Sheng Qianying would show up. After all, she had been in his room when he left. He had made it clear that he wanted her by his side, and now here he was, being told about a future marriage. The thought gave him a headache. He forced a smile.