Chapter 92 Cultivator World (Thirteen) You Guess

Under heaven, only one person could make Liu Changning lose control – Pei Ziyuan.

At this moment, he was naked, his eyes filled with “desire” and urgency.

She imperceptibly concealed and hid the terrifying surge in her eyes. A layer of restrained possessiveness floated on her cold face, but disappeared without a trace when she met the unaware eyes of Pei Ancestor.

As her remaining rationality gradually cleared, she forcibly suppressed her instinctive impulses.

It would be extremely easy to take her phoenix right here, but based on her understanding of Pei Ziyuan, if she wanted to approach him again afterwards, it would be more difficult than ascending to heaven.

There’s a saying in the mortal world: one night’s sleep solves a thousand worries, but wake up and the worries are even greater.

Liu Changning was an extremely patient hunter. Even though her body was now filled with uncontrollable impulses and a fierce flame burned in her heart, the time was not yet right.

She had lifetimes to entangle with him, but the premise was to make him willingly love her and break free from the constraints of the emotionless Dao.

This sounded simple, but only those who had experienced it understood its difficulty. It took Pei Ziyuan three bitter lifetimes to exchange for her one lifetime of clarity. The difficulty need not be elaborated.

Unexpectedly returning to ancient times, she had many uncertainties.

Pei Ziyuan had not yet experienced the failure of the lightning tribulation, nor endured ten thousand years of loneliness. He was arrogant and aloof. A momentary fondness was not enough.

She not only had to make him unconsciously get used to her presence and fall in love with her, but also make him realize this love on his own.

Otherwise, all her efforts would ultimately come to nothing.

A trace of hidden struggle flashed across Liu Changning’s face as she forcibly suppressed the wolf-like impulses in her heart.

Her eyes half-closed, a flash of light passed. Although she could not explore deeper, the interest she should collect could not be reduced by even a bit.

Lips met lips, and although the softness stretched back and forth in the gaps between her teeth, Liu Changning forcibly restrained its possible emergence.

When the man beneath her looked over, her face revealed just the right amount of embarrassment and difficulty.

At this moment, Pei Ancestor’s eyes were as vicious as if they could eat people, inwardly cursing fiercely.

What kind of creature was this female cultivator before him? Their lips had already touched, yet she was still so shy. Useless trash, pretty boy.

His heart kept cursing, but with the molten lava in his body about to erupt, he had no time to angrily berate the female cultivator before him.

Impatiently extending his soft tongue, he vindictively bit the corner of her lip.

An ambiguous gasp escaped from her lips, numb and tingling, the sound bewitching.

Pei Ziyuan sadly discovered that not only was his body heating up, but his heart had also started to warm.

His sword-like eyebrows rose high as his soft tongue followed, directly exploring her mouth.

This time Liu Changning was quite obedient, her thin lips parting slightly, allowing his soft tongue to enter deeply. She did not make things difficult for him this time, opening her pearly teeth so Pei Ziyuan’s tongue could advance unimpeded.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in his phoenix eyes. As soon as he entered, guided by the cold aura of the Xuanbing Pearl, his body’s feverishness was temporarily soothed. He narrowed his eyes comfortably, revealing a contented and moist light in his pupils.

Seeing him like this, Liu Changning used one hand to brush aside the hair on his forehead, while her other hand had already imperceptibly traced along his slender side, finally stopping at his plump buttocks. Her fingers seemed to carry a magical power – although they never actually touched his heated skin, they could elicit an unconscious shudder wherever they passed.

That inexplicable sense of shame once again assailed his heart, but this time Pei Ziyuan simply didn’t want to examine it.

He was perhaps overly sensitive, always needlessly worrying.

Thinking this, he felt inexplicably irritable towards the woman before him.

Because he was being pressed down, there was no way to comfortably absorb spiritual energy. He closed his eyes briefly.

One hand rested on her slender waist as he flipped over like a carp, exchanging their positions.

The woman with black hair brushing her face had a cold expression. Narrowing her almond eyes, she said softly, “Could it be that the Ancestor wants to move on his own?”

As soon as these words fell, Pei Ziyuan’s phoenix eyes widened in shame and anger. His brows seemed as if they could squeeze a fly to death. Move on his own? Move on his own?

Such… vulgar words sounded lowly and…

He lowered his gaze to glare at her fiercely, withdrawing his soft tongue. A string of saliva hung very ambiguously in midair from the corner of his lips.

His thin lips parted slightly as he cursed coldly, “Shut up. If you speak again, this Ancestor will bite off your… cut off your mouth.”

After speaking, he lowered his head again, angrily forcing open her lips to plunder the spiritual power of the cold Xuanbing Pearl inside her body.

As the spiritual energy of the Xuanbing Pearl entered his body, the raging molten lava finally subsided slightly.

Having gained this benefit, Pei Ziyuan now had no time to pay attention to the expression of the woman before him.

The secret technique she spoke of was not false. With their bodies bare and skin touching, the absorbed spiritual energy flowed unimpeded, much faster than the previous mouth-to-mouth transfer.

However, he was currently in a state of spiritual power turbulence. Although the molten lava had temporarily subsided, he could not relax in the slightest. This time he had to press on in one go to suppress this raging Fire Spirit essence.

Pei Ancestor was busy with his tongue moving non-stop. The sound of kisses lingered within the bed curtains, filling the room with ambiguity.

A thread of laughter spread in Liu Changning’s eyes. Adhering to the principle that she should take every advantage she could, she took the opportunity while he was eagerly offering himself.

Her fingers were like a wandering tongue, setting fires all over his body. Splashing water sounds leaked from between his lips, and thin sweat slid down his smooth forehead.

In the spiritual realm, men were inherently sensitive and weak when it came to such matters. Even though Pei Ancestor’s cultivation and self-control were incomparable to ordinary people, at this moment his body and mind were suffering torment. His entire body was burning up, yet he remained unaware.

He could only rely on his powerful self-control (survival instinct) to absorb the Xuanbing spiritual energy with an unchanged expression.