Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Yu Ji stared wide-eyed, as if she had seen a ghost.

On the stone platform, Lin Mo remained in a drowsy position, his breathing steady and strong.

Not only did he not turn into a dried-up corpse, but his handsome face even had a healthy rosy glow.

His strong chest rose and fell rhythmically, and the dark golden luster on his body continued to flow without any sign of dimming.

"A monster...it's a living monster!"

Yu Ji swallowed.

The amount of vital energy she just absorbed was enough to cause ten Golden Core cultivators to explode and die.

But for Lin Mo, it was like being bitten by a mosquito, not even a drop in the ocean.

Just how deep is the foundation of this Chaos Holy Body?

After the initial shock.

An unprecedented ecstasy and greed grew wildly in Yu Ji's heart like weeds.

I've struck gold!

This is absolutely a once-in-a-millennium treasure!

"if……"

Yu Ji's breathing became extremely rapid, her eyes fixed on Lin Mo, a faint green light emanating from them.

"If I could keep inhaling..."

What is a Nascent Soul?

Transformation into a Divine Being! Refining into a Void! Merging into a Body! Even reaching the Great Ascension stage... Ascending to immortality in broad daylight!

With this top-quality furnace cauldron that's like a perpetual motion machine, all of this is no longer a pipe dream!

Yu Ji felt her blood boiling.

The exhilaration of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage was instantly overwhelmed by the desire for an even higher realm.

She stood up.

His slender fingers hooked the sash of his blue Taoist robe.

With a gentle tug.

The Taoist robe slipped down again.

A vast expanse of dazzling white was once again exposed to the dim light of the luminous pearl.

She stood barefoot on the cold rocks, the golden bells on her ankles ringing rapidly and clearly.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

Yu Ji walked to the edge of the stone platform, looked at Lin Mo's body that exuded a deadly allure, and licked her rosy lips.

"A small furnace/cauldron."

She lifted her long, dazzlingly white leg and stepped onto the stone platform again.

The skin on the inside of her thigh, which had just been rubbed red, was now pressed against Lin Mo's burning hot waist.

Yu Ji leaned down and placed her hands on either side of Lin Mo's cheeks.

The astonishing fullness pressed directly against Lin Mo's firm pectoral muscles, squeezing out an extremely exaggerated shape.

The arrogant mockery that had been in her eyes was gone.

All that remained was pure, undisguised greed and desire.

"Even if I die from exhaustion on this stone platform today, I'll squeeze you dry!"

……

It was already very late at night.

The inner courtyard of Zhenbei Prefecture was quiet; even the night patrol guards avoided this area.

Qin Ruxue quietly slipped along the wall to Lin Mo's courtyard, carrying a small bundle wrapped tightly in black cloth in her arms.

She poked half her head out and looked around.

no one.

Then, lifting her skirt, she darted into the courtyard and bolted the gate shut behind her.

Push open the bedroom door.

The room was dark.

"Lin Mo?"

Qin Ruxue called out in a low voice.

No one responded.

She groped her way to the table, picked up the tinderbox, and blew on it.

The dim candlelight instantly filled the entire room.

Qin Ruxue was stunned.

The tattered rags scattered on the floor, the messy bed, and the huge hole in the roof pierced by the crimson-gold beam of light from that morning—all of them were gone.

The roof has been repaired.

The blue brick floor was so clean you could see your reflection in it.

The canopy bed was fitted with a brand new bright red brocade quilt.

Even the cloying, blush-inducing scent in the air was replaced by a light sandalwood fragrance.

Xu Wenya and Ye Yunshang had long since disappeared.

"You're smart to clean up beforehand."

Qin Ruxue snorted and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She threw the black cloth bundle she was carrying onto the brocade quilt.

Untie the knot.

Lying quietly inside was the "immoral" maid outfit that Lin Mobai had insisted on giving her.

The black and white patchwork fabric, the pitifully small size, and that bunch of weird lace trim.

Especially the black collar with small bells, which gleamed faintly in the candlelight.

Qin Ruxue's cheeks flushed instantly after just one glance.

A blush spread all the way to the base of her ears.

She was used to wearing heavy armor and smart, tailored clothes; she had never even seen such an item before, which was purely designed to please men.

"Die, Lin Mo."

"You filthy scoundrel."

"They're getting more and more creative with their methods!"

Qin Ruxue bit her rosy lower lip and poked the pile of fabric twice with her slender white fingers.

During the day, in a moment of impulsiveness, she agreed to Lin Mo's unreasonable request in pursuit of the transformed Lianhua Sword.

Now that the time has actually come for her to wear it, she wishes she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

If the new recruits at the western suburban camp saw this, they would think their living Yama commander, who used to whip people with a white waxwood stick, dressed like this in the middle of the night in a men's room.

Where does she put her face as commander?!

"Oh well, it's just for him to see anyway..."

Qin Ruxue gave herself a way out.

She stood up, walked to the door, and checked again to make sure the bolt was locked.

Only then did he walk back to the bedside.

He held his clothes with both hands and deftly unbuttoned them with his fingertips.

One.

Two.

The taut fabric, no longer restrained, spread out to both sides.

Large swathes of dazzling white were exposed to the cool night breeze.

Qin Ruxue's figure is different from Liu Yiyi's voluptuous and alluring figure, and also different from Xu Wenya's gentle and graceful figure from the Jiangnan water towns.

She has practiced martial arts for many years, and every inch of her skin is extremely firm.

Not an ounce of excess fat.

Her skin, which was always covered by tight-fitting clothes, was so white it glowed.

Her abs were clearly visible, and her waist was so slender that it seemed as if it could be broken with a single grasp, yet it contained astonishing explosive power.

Two long, straight legs, with lines so perfect they looked as if they had been sculpted by the most skilled craftsmen.

She took off her tight-fitting clothes and casually draped them over the screen next to her.

She was left with only a thin, close-fitting undershirt.

Qin Ruxue patted her cheeks to calm her wildly beating heart before taking off her undergarments.

I picked up that black and white patchwork short dress.

The fabric was smooth, like some kind of fine silk.

After fumbling around for a while, I finally managed to put it on.

I looked down.

Qin Ruxue was completely devastated.

This dress has an outrageously low neckline!

The two proud, full breasts on her chest were lifted up by the special cut, with most of their outlines protruding from the edge of the fabric.

The deep ravine in the middle was extremely eye-catching in the candlelight.

The skirt hem was ridiculously short.

It barely covers the fullest curve of the buttocks.

With the slightest bend or a larger step, the spring scenery beneath will be revealed without reservation.

"Is this what you call clothes? It's not even good enough to cover your shame!"

Qin Ruxue desperately pulled down her skirt with both hands.

But there's only so much fabric; if you tear the front, the back will be exposed.

She angrily picked up the small white apron with ruffled edges.

She wrapped it around her waist and tied it into a bow.

The apron added a touch of playfulness to the outfit, but it couldn't hide the overwhelming sense of eroticism.

then.

Qin Ruxue picked up the pair of semi-transparent black stockings with lace trim.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her two pale legs pressed together.

He held the pair of socks, which were as thin as cicada wings, and examined them from all angles.

"How am I supposed to wear this?"