Chapter 22
The branches and leaves rustled as two green antennae swayed left and right.
A grasshopper was hopping back and forth between the plum trees.
It considered itself no ordinary grasshopper. It had been nurtured by immortal energy for half its life and was just a single step away from becoming a spirit beast.
Gazing at the endless winter snow, a sudden, strong premonition arose in its heart that something was about to happen to it.
The next moment, a large bird with a red head, green claws, and black feathers landed, swallowing it in one gulp.
Too many people had come to the area recently. The creatures on the large bird's menu had hidden themselves one by one, so now it could only find some small insects to fill its stomach.
It stretched its wings, intending to rest here for a while.
It had heard from its clan that a bird-eating demon had appeared nearby these past two days, that liked to hunt large, robust birds like itself.
It didn't believe the rumours for a second. It had lived freely in these mountains for twenty years. If any fool dared to target it, it would peck their eyes out!
Whoosh–
A sword qi flew over, passing through the bird's neck.
The bird's head rolled down the cliff, landing on a snowdrift halfway up the mountain.
A hand suddenly shot out from the snowdrift, flicking the bird's head away, then quickly pulled the surrounding snow over itself and retracted beneath the surface.
Yang Chun and Fei Xing were buried under the snowdrift, unable to see the outside world and afraid to release their immortal senses. They could only rely on sound to discern their surroundings.
The three prodigies stopped about two hundred meters away from them.
Qing Chen still looked elegant and composed, though her hair was a bit disheveled.
Zheng Hua'en was panting heavily and had a few new tears in his clothes.
Saintess Sui Ri's long, snow-white hair scattered in the air, fluttering in the wind, creating a truly beautiful sight.
Qing Chen smiled. "Can you continue?"
"Who's afraid of you!" Zheng Hua'en said viciously. As if you'd let me go just because I said I couldn't.
Sui Ri said nothing. The cold energy gathering around her was her answer.
"Master, they're fighting again," Fei Xing whispered.
Yang Chun, who was in front of him, said nothing.
At that moment, the snow on top of them was about an inch or two thick. Their bodies were also only about an inch or two apart.
"Master?"
Fei Xing looked down at Yang Chun, only to see her eyes darting away, her cheeks flushed, and her expression a bit strange.
"What's wrong?"
"You..."
"Me?"
She lowered her head and said in a small voice, "Your... thing is pressing against me..."
Fei Xing looked down and saw his own erect manhood, pressing right against her lower abdomen.
Earlier, while he was paying attention to the situation outside and also monitoring the demonic flower inside him, he hadn't even realized that his virile body had subconsciously reacted when Yang Chun's soft, delicate body had thrown itself into his arms.
Fortunately, it was just a physiological reaction. The demonic flower was still calm, and Fei Xing had not lost his reason.
So, he said very gently: "Master, don't worry. I can endure it. I won't do anything."
Is that all you have to say!? Yang Chun almost shouted out loud.
"Can't you... move it away, or make it smaller?"
"Alright, I'll try."
Fei Xing's calm demeanor made Yang Chun begin to doubt herself. Was she overreacting?
She could clearly feel the shape and temperature of the manhood pressed against her abdomen; the thing was even faintly twitching!
No woman could stay calm in a situation like this. It was his nonchalant attitude that was weird! Wasn't he being a bit too dismissive?
Does he not even see me as a woman?!
Fei Xing closed his eyes and began to silently chant a technique to calm his mind and spirit.
A moment later, Yang Chun felt the hard, hot thing against her abdomen gradually shrinking and moving away from her body. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.
She looked at the stunningly handsome face before her, and her thoughts became a jumble as she recalled the night two days ago when they had shared a bed.
Just then, the shouts from outside interrupted her wandering thoughts.
"Face my sword strike!"
Immediately followed by the sound of a mountain collapsing and snow cascading down.
The place where Fei Xing and Yang Chun were was also affected. The surrounding rocks were struck, collapsing inward.
"Mmph–"
Yang Chun's head nearly collided with Fei Xing's, but at the last moment, she turned her head to the side.
Their position sank downward, and the snow on both sides pressed in on them, forcing the two even closer together.
At this moment, Yang Chun's delicate body was pressed tightly against Fei Xing's and their cheeks were also touching, just like a pair of intimate lovers in an embrace.
Fei Xing held the beautiful woman in his arms, smelling the fragrance of her hair and feeling the softness against his chest. His powerful perception subconsciously estimated Yang Chun's size.
Not as big as Master Yu Shuang, but not small either. My palm should be able to cover them completely.
After becoming a cultivator, the body's growth was different from that of mortals. Yang Chun still had some potential for development. Wait, what am I thinking about?
Fei Xing came to his senses and asked: "Master, are you alright?"
At this moment, Fei Xing was facing the sky, while Yang Chun faced the earth.
Fei Xing's voice sounded by Yang Chun's ear, his warm breath stirring her hair, landing right on her tender earlobe. Yang Chun's delicate body couldn't help but tremble.
"I'm fi–"
She struggled a few times in Fei Xing's embrace, trying to create some distance between them.
Fei Xing carefully extended his immortal sense bit by bit, then quickly retracted it.
"Master, there's a pile of rubble above us. Those three are nearby, and their immortal senses have... I imagine they've already covered this area."
This meant that if they made any noise or used immortal energy, they would be discovered.
Yang Chun's attempt to escape was futile. With the pile of rubble above them, if she used even a little strength, she would inevitably make some noise.
Fei Xing said, "Master, I don't understand. So what if we're discovered?"
His breath kept falling on Yang Chun's earlobe, causing her body to tremble again, but at that moment, she didn't even have the space to turn her head.
She couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and anger, and her tone grew impatient:
"Who knows what their tempers are like? What if they get angry from fighting and kill us on a whim?"
Fei Xing said, "I don't think they would."
He felt that the three of them weren't that bad-tempered; at least, Zheng Hua'en and Qing Chen seemed decent enough.
"Anyway, you're not allowed to move. Even if you don't want to live, I still do!"
"Alright."
Fei Xing didn't really mind.
Time passed bit by bit.
Not far away from them, Zheng Hua'en and Sui Ri attacked Qing Chen simultaneously.
Facing their combined attack, Qing Chen used a signature ultimate technique of the Eastern Emperor Immortal Sect.
A several meters tall, green phantom appeared behind her, striking out with a palm in unison with her movements.
The techniques from both sides clashed, creating another great commotion–
Qing Chen was the first to emerge from the dust and smoke, laughing: "Zheng Hua'en, your sword strike just now was far inferior to Sui Ri's move. What? Out of tricks? You must have a few killer moves left in reserve, right? I've already used the 'Azure Sun Overwhelming Sky Art.' Don't be stingy, let me see what you've got!"
As the dust settled, Sui Ri's clothes were torn in several places, revealing her pale, almost sickly-looking arms.
Zheng Hua'en was in an even more sorry state. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his heart truly beginning to hesitate whether to completely expose his full strength just for the sake of his pride.
Meanwhile within the snow, although Fei Xing was silently circulating his mind-calming technique, he found it had little effect on the Drunken Immortal Passion Flower.
Wisp after wisp of concentrated immortal energy scattered from the battle between the three, drifting far away, returning to the heavens and the earth.
One of them landed on the snowdrift, and Fei Xing perceived it.
The Drunken Immortal Passion Flower within him seemed to show a hint of greed and stirred again!
The giant dragon between his legs slowly raised its head.
Yang Chun's expression changed in response.
She felt a familiar warmth emanating from her lower body; something was slowly growing larger.
She immediately twisted her delicate body, her face flushed as she said urgently:
"Don't let your mind wander!"
Fei Xing was trying his best to calm the Passion Flower. He squeezed out a thought and said in a deep voice, "My apologies."
Yang Chun didn't know about the demonic flower inside him; she just thought he was a young, vigorous man who couldn't control himself. Her heart was filled with panic, shame, and anger, but she also couldn't make a sound now, truly leaving her in a dilemma!
The hot, hard object continued to swell, advancing toward the space between her legs.
She gritted her teeth and bit her lip, quickly clamping her legs together.
And so, Fei Xing's manhood pressed against her pubic mound, throbbing with his pulse.
"Don't... Mmn!"
Yang Chun had never experienced such stimulation before. Her brows relaxed, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her heart filling with even more shame and anger.
Soon, Yang Chun felt a trace of wetness from beneath her. She didn't know if it was melted snow or something else, but at that moment, she had no time to worry about it.
The throbbing manhood was constantly rubbing against her pubic mound in small movements.
Yang Chun's whole body was tense, yet she dared not move. Strange sensations continuously came from between her legs. Gradually, she felt that the sensation not only failed to repel her but also faintly made her want to respond...
A faint red mist swirled around Yang Chun, while Fei Xing was currently suppressing the desire within him. This time it was much milder than the previous ones, and it was dominated by a desire to conquer, with lust being only a secondary effect.
In his sea of consciousness, the Drunken Immortal Passion Flower at the center of the Immortal Spring was spinning cheerfully.
Fei Xing felt that it seemed very eager for him to raise his cultivation level as soon as possible.
When he saw Qing Chen for the first time, its reaction was particularly intense, as if it especially wanted to conquer her, the leader of the next generation.
But he had no interest in such struggles for dominance.
The three people not far away were still fighting fiercely, and Fei Xing was busy appeasing the Passion Flower.
And as for Yang Chun–
Her small mouth was slightly open, her round eyes narrowed, and the hands she had placed on Fei Xing's back were tightly clutching his clothes.
Her lower body was unconsciously moving in slight, rhythmic motions, and her rapid breathing was intermittent.
After a few breaths, Fei Xing opened his eyes.
He had calmed the Passion Flower within him.
However, Yang Chun's condition seemed a bit off.
A flush slowly crept up her neck and earlobes, and the rhythmic motion of her waist and hips quickened again.
Just as Fei Xing was about to say something, he suddenly perceived a remnant sword qi flying towards them.
If they were hit, they would probably end up like the large bird from before.
He had no time to warn Yang Chun. He circulated the immortal energy in his body, held her, and broke through the snow and rock, leaping upward!
"Ah!"
Yang Chun reacted with a startled cry, but at that very moment, an unprecedented intense stimulation came from between her legs.
Just as they were in mid-air, Fei Xing felt her delicate body suddenly stiffen.
He saw Yang Chun throw her head back, her small mouth open in a perfect circle, then snap shut, her silver teeth biting her lip tightly, desperately trapping the moan in her throat.
Those eyes, usually so full of mischief and laughter and always teasing the other masters, were now rolling back uncontrollably.
As her body convulsed, her hands clutched Fei Xing's clothes tightly, and her breath puffed from her nostrils in rough bursts.
"Hmm?"
The three people in the midst of their fierce battle stopped simultaneously and turned to look at them.
Yang Chun leaned against Fei Xing's shoulder, looking slightly intoxicated. Fei Xing landed on the top of a low peak and set her down.
He saw her legs go weak, and she collapsed to the ground, sitting with her head lowered, her condition unclear.
Master's reaction... it seems a bit like...
Fei Xing had no time to think, because the three great progidies were staring at him.
This…
He thought for a moment, cupped his hands, and said: "Pardon the interruption. We will take our leave now."
Zheng Hua'en frowned, feeling the voice seemed somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it recently.
Sui Ri stared at him coldly.
"Oh? I didn't expect there to be two spectators."
Because her battle had been interrupted, Qing Chen's expression seemed displeased. Her immortal sense swept over the two of them.
One was at the Golden Core stage, and the other was only at the Heart Observation stage.
She casually flicked a wisp of immortal energy towards the Golden Core stage woman. The immortal energy wasn't strong, about the level of an ordinary Nascent Soul expert, just enough to teach them a slight lesson.
However, the Golden Core stage woman did not move.
Seeing this, Qing Chen's expression froze. It was too late to recall her immortal energy.
But the low-cultivation man beside her moved.
He scooped up Yang Chun and leaped to the side.
The immortal energy brushed past his clothes and flew into the distance.
"Hmm?"
Qing Chen was a little surprised.
A mere Observation stage cultivator could actually dodge her immortal energy, and even do it while carrying someone.
Was it luck? Or was there something more to it... This man's face is quite handsome, though.
Never mind.
She glanced into the distance.
They had been fighting for too long. Although they had intentionally suppressed the noise, someone had still noticed.
If they were discovered, Father would definitely punish her with seclusion.
Qing Chen looked at Zheng Hua'en and Sui Ri and said:
"In that case, let us continue another time."
Before her voice had even faded, her figure flashed and she disappeared.
Sui Ri then turned and melted into the wind and snow.
Zheng Hua'en could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, lying down and panting heavily.
On the low peak, Fei Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he could predict the flow of immortal energy within Qing Chen in advance, and coupled with his precise and acute perception of immortal energy, he had just barely managed to dodge that wisp of immortal energy.
At that moment, Yang Chun, who was in his arms, suddenly pushed him away.
"Master?"
"You!"
He saw Yang Chun's crimson face as she pointed a finger at him.
"Me?"
Fei Xing looked bewildered, his gaze suddenly falling to her feet.
A few drops of a slightly thick, milky-white liquid trickled from between her legs.
The liquid flowed down her fair feet beneath her skirt, all the way to the snow.
Fei Xing realized what had happened to Master Yang Chun just now. So it really was... Sigh, it's all the fault of this demonic flower.
"Don't look!" Yang Chun was filled with shame and anger. "You... you lecher!"
With that, she turned and flew away.
Fei Xing called out to her retreating figure, "Master, how am I supposed to get back?"
"Figure that out on your own!"
Even so, a gentle breeze followed her words, enveloping Fei Xing and carrying him a long distance back towards the mountainside where he had originally been.
Down below, Zheng Hua'en remembered that the man's voice just now seemed to be the same as the one that had warned him during his earlier clash with Sui Ri. He seems like a promising prospect.
He propped himself up and flew into the air, looking around. Huh? Where did he go?
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