Chapter 99: Matriarchal Cultivation World (Twenty)

Pei Ziyuan was forced to hold Liu Changning’s finger in his mouth, sucking a large mouthful of fresh blood.

Her blood wasn’t difficult to drink, with a hint of cool mint flavor. The blood flowed down his throat and into his limbs and body.

The true essence of ice permeated from the blood, entering his dantian without any hindrance, confronting the turbulent magma fire within his body.

Pei Ziyuan half-closed his eyes, comfortably letting out a series of “chirping” sounds.

Just now the fire was burning inside his body, but now a cool sensation coiled around protectively. His previously scorching dantian finally began to cool down slowly.

His slender tongue licked back and forth over the wound on her finger, but he didn’t suck hard.

A flicker of struggle passed through the little black bird’s bean-sized eyes. Liu Changning’s blood contained the power of true ice essence. At this moment, unable to make physical contact, he could only rely on this to suppress the magma fire within his body.

If he could drain all her blood, it would likely not only relieve the crisis of restlessness throughout his body, but also completely eliminate the magma fire within him.

The Pei Ancestor squinted his eyes, his long beak gleaming with sharp silver in the daylight. He ground his sharp teeth.

But the tip of his teeth remained motionless for a long time. He… couldn’t bring himself to bite.

The Pei Ancestor squinted in confusion, unable to find the reason why he couldn’t drain her blood. He could only attribute it to a pungent stench hidden in the useless woman’s blood, making it difficult to swallow.

The little black bird anxiously rolled his eyes, quickly suppressing the unfamiliar feeling of heartache that arose.

He raised his head and spat out Liu Changning’s finger with a look of disgust.

Transmitting a message mentally, he criticized hypocritically: “You useless thing, you must have eaten too much mundane food. Not only your body, but even your blood reeks of a fishy stench. It’s unbearably smelly, almost suffocating this lord. I won’t drink anymore! Won’t drink anymore!”

He lifted his chin slightly, looking up arrogantly. But he saw that the female cultivator was now looking ahead, her face colder than usual, as cold as an immortal archer, with tea-colored eyes seeming to freeze over.

Never having seen her so angry before, the little black bird discreetly followed her gaze. In his line of sight was that male cultivator again! Smiling with handsome features and dimples, very attractive to female cultivators.

With the Pei Ancestor’s years of experience, he knew that men who could navigate the cultivation world were definitely not harmless or foolish.

Walking in the spirit realm, if one’s sect wasn’t powerful or one’s parents weren’t of high cultivation,

Many male cultivators would become furnaces by the Foundation Establishment stage.

It was very difficult to come alone to Wuya City to seek a master.

His father used to say, you can know a person’s face but not their heart. In this world, especially men, they have seven orifices of ingenuity when facing women.

Although he couldn’t detect anything unusual about the male cultivator opposite, this person gave a rather strange first impression.

Pei Ziyuan was born with half Vermilion Bird bloodline. The Vermilion Bird clan was an ancient divine beast, with keen animal instincts and extremely accurate senses.

Though that man called Chou Changhuan usually wore a smile, no sincerity could be felt from it.

Pei Ziyuan wouldn’t target someone without reason, but he also wouldn’t ignore the strong sense of discomfort in his heart. The several times he prevented the useless woman from getting involved with that person were also because of this reason.

“Why are you staring at that male cultivator in the distance? Shouldn’t you be quickly thinking of a way to leave?”

Sensing Liu Changning’s anger all over her body, the little black bird’s voice involuntarily softened, his wings unconsciously patting her hand lightly, awkwardly comforting her.

Liu Changning grinned, raising an eyebrow at Jing Huan, then shifting her gaze.

She inconspicuously turned her body to block Jing Huan’s inquiring gaze.

Looking down to meet the little black bird’s awkward concern, her heart softened a bit.

She raised her hand to put her slender finger, stained with silver threads, into her own mouth. Sharp teeth bit down on the wound that had just scabbed over, causing blood to seep out of the fingertip again.

The little black bird’s eyes widened, his voice becoming sharper: “Stop it, I already said the blood stinks. Don’t insult the Ancestor’s mouth.”

As his gaze fell on that crimson stain on her fingertip, the Pei Ancestor agitatedly flapped his wings, his feathers almost standing on end.

Almost every part of the bird’s body was rejecting her blood nourishment.

From above came the female cultivator’s regretful muttering: “I should have made a hand seal earlier to wash my hands. Now I’ve indirectly swallowed the Ancestor’s saliva. How shameful is this? Alas… if Ziyuan finds out later about my intimacy with the senior, I’m afraid I won’t be able to win his affection. What should I do? What should I do?”

Pei Ziyuan’s eyes widened, his arrogant aura instantly dissipating. He stared at her bleeding fingertip, feeling that this finger had been defiled.

Just as he was lost in doubting his bird life, Liu Changning’s finger quickly pried open his long beak again.

The movement was clean and efficient, without a trace of melancholy or delusion.

The stinky (cool as mint) blood flowed through Pei Ziyuan’s teeth into his stomach, the true essence of ice circulating through his limbs and body. Because the fingertip wound was larger this time, more blood entered his mouth.

The little black bird trembled slightly, unable to suppress the comfortable chirping sounds.

Liu Changning’s eyes darkened slightly as she stroked the bird’s head.

Transmitting a message mentally, she coaxed gently: “Senior, please bear with it. Even if this blood has a fishy smell, I beg you to drink a few more mouthfuls. It’s all because of my incompetence. Something unexpected might happen soon. Please remember, even if uncontrollable events occur, you must not act rashly. Trust me!”

Her tea-colored eyes met his satisfyingly squinted small eyes with a serious, unyielding expression for the first time.

The little black bird, with the slender finger in his mouth, nodded involuntarily. With this movement, a thread mixed with blood and saliva was pulled out, tinged with an ambiguous cyan color.

Due to excessive use of spiritual power, the magma fire surging within Pei Ziyuan’s body was more severe than that night when he secretly transformed into human form and confronted a strand of Wood Cloud’s sword intent.

Liu Changning had clearly seen his predicament and considered that if an unexpected situation arose later, there would be no way to escape.

The only method to suppress the intense magma fire erupting in his body was to feed him blood, continuously feeding it.