The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

"What should we do with Ying'er?"

Yang Guo was also helpless; this woman couldn't stand looking at him, let alone being touched by him.

It seems we can only proceed step by step.

Liuli Ying kept staring at Yang Guo, the divine patterns flashing faster and faster, and the image of him in her heart becoming more and more deeply imprinted.

"Ying'er, calm down and control yourself."

Liuli Ying activated the Sacred Flame Heart Technique, unifying her mind and spirit to control the divine runes. It actually worked; the divine runes slowly dimmed.

Seeing that this method was effective, Yang Guo took her hand.

Her hand froze, and she instinctively tried to shake it off, but then she remembered that it was Mingzun. However, the calmed divine patterns started to reappear.

Yang Guo continued to increase the difficulty, constantly squeezing her small hand.

Soft and boneless, warm and smooth like jade.

Before long, every part of her hands was being kneaded by him.

At this moment, Liuli Ying's divine runes turned flame-colored, and her heart was pounding wildly. Despite her restless state of mind, her cultivation technique circulated faster than usual.

"Your Majesty, I...I..."

"What's wrong? Can you still control yourself?"

Yang Guo's hands continued moving, intertwining his fingers with hers.

Her divine markings shone like flames, and her eyes were watery; she dared not look at him.

Yang Guo ignored her and went straight to the highest difficulty level.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Her robes were cold and smooth against his chest, but her warm breath felt comforting on his skin.

Yang Guo had ordered Liuli Ying not to take her eyes off his face, but she still didn't dare to look at him, and could only glance at his neck.

The fullness and warmth from his arms was something she had never felt in her life, except for that one time in the illusion; this was the second time.

Unlike the previous one, which was purely psychological, this time it was real physical contact.

Even more naturally, she didn't resist at all, but she could clearly feel her soul trembling because of the transgression, yet her heart remained steadfast in her desire to protect.

Liuli Ying looked up at him and called out, "Mingzun".

Yang Guo was also stirred by the flame-colored mark on her forehead, and the woman's fragrance kept wafting into his nostrils.

"From now on, you are only allowed to call me Young Master. If I hear you call me Venerable Mingzun again, you will be punished every time you do so."

As she spoke, she tightened her embrace, and their bodies pressed even closer together.

At this moment, Liuli Ying was unable to think of anything and could only softly reply, "Yes, young master."

"Good girl."

Yang Guo lifted her chin again.

Liuli Ying, whose eyes had been lowered as she answered, was forced to look up at her again, but she instinctively closed her eyes.

It was as if he had always treated her this way in his dreams.

Yang Guo felt a surge of fire in his abdomen.

He kissed her slightly parted red lips, which were as pale as a peach blossom.

The moment we touched, it felt as if we had kissed countless times before.

The woman cooperated naturally, allowing him to take more from her.

After a long while, the woman pulled away from his lips, panting, and said:

"Young master, I feel like my cultivation technique is running a bit faster."

Yang Guo chuckled, wondering if it wasn't because he was too excited.

Yang Guo stared at the unchanging flame pattern.

"Shadow, try running it again."

He then kissed her again.

The woman seemed to have gotten used to it, and her heart no longer raced whenever he touched her. However, she didn't know where to put her little hands, wanting to hug him but not daring to.

The woman had a holy look on her face. Although she was in a moment of pure desire, her eyes, though watery, were clear.

Yang Guo couldn't resist the urge to pull her down to the mortal realm.

Yang Guo finally broke through the pass.

Their lips and tongues intertwined.

The woman's eyes finally closed, her breathing becoming rapid.

Yang Guo then pulled away from her lips.

The woman, who had stopped practicing her cultivation techniques and was only enjoying herself, felt a wave of discomfort as she left the man's embrace.

At that moment, her phoenix eyes opened, shimmering with gold, yet now they were filled with the beauty of spring.

"Young master...am I no longer pure in this way?"

"You are pure at all times. A person's purity is not determined by their body, but by their soul."

It's clear she gave it her all.

Before Yang Guo could say anything more...

Instead, she moved closer.

"My Lord, Ying'er wants to know if she will be punished."

Are all women born with a seductive charm? They've learned to use their advantages so quickly.

Looking at it this way, it turns out that only Huang Rong took the longest time, several days and nights to learn this technique, which suggests that she has extremely poor talent.

Yang Guo naturally had to maintain the dignity of the Mingzun.

He whispered something in her ear.

The woman was powerless to resist, and could only whisper the few words she had learned in his ear.

"Young...Young Master, if you like it, shall we enter the illusion again?"

To be honest, she was still a little unprepared, mainly because she was afraid that Mingzun might use her uncleanliness as an excuse to make her leave.

Yang Guo, however, did not want to enter the illusion.

Once he learns the Nine Yang Technique, the supreme and most yang method, perhaps he can guide her.

We'll just snatch the Sacred Flame Token then. After all, it's a priceless treasure, and with the complete cultivation technique on it, it's uncertain whether it will stay in the hands of that protector.

"Doesn't Ying'er want to experience it in real life?"

Yang Guo's words exploded in her mind like a demonic sound, and the desire to break free of restraints also began to grow in her heart at this moment.

"That...that shadow awaits the Mingzun's punishment."

"What kind of things does Ying'er like? I remember trying quite a few in the illusion, how about we copy them one by one?"

"Ah, no!"

Liuli Ying instinctively refused, feeling that she couldn't bear it, at least not the dual punishment of body and mind.

"Young master, please let me get used to it first, okay?"

Yang Guo hadn't expected things to progress so quickly; he still remembered that there was a stunningly beautiful woman standing outside.

"By the way, young master, who is that woman? Why was she able to touch you? I want to..."

She originally wanted to say that she had killed someone, but subconsciously she didn't say it, instinctively feeling that Mingzun would displease her.

"She is my wife...meaning my wife."

"Huh?" In his arms, the woman who was letting him take what he wanted felt a surge of murderous intent rising in her heart, of course, this murderous intent was directed at Cheng Yaojia.

"Why are you jealous?"

"No...no, I'm just curious why this woman has caught your eye?"

"Aren't you in the same boat now?"

As Yang Guo spoke, he kissed her cheek, then moved down to her neck.

The woman's body was ramrod straight.

"Ying'er, be good, relax. If you're obedient, I'll let you be my wife, okay?"

The woman relaxed, but said, "I don't want to be your wife, sir. I want to become your follower, to worship only you. You are my everything, and everything I have belongs to you."

Yang Guo looked at the woman in his arms, who was now as soft as water, and slowly picked her up and carried her to the bed.

As Liuli Ying watched the bed draw ever closer, she knew exactly what was coming next.

After all, that dream had only just ended, and now it was about to reappear in reality.

Yang Guo gently placed her on the couch and slowly pressed down on her.

Just then, there was a rapid knocking on the door.