182: Chapter 182 Day after day, countless times!

Inside Lu Chen's sleeping quarters.

The moment he rolled over and pinned her down, Ye Qingluan's phoenix eyes widened to their limit.

His face was reflected in her pupils, and she found herself unable to move.

The power of the Great Emperor Law from Lu Chen's Great Emperor body firmly suppressed her cultivation, which was at the Peak of the Third Transformation of the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

Ye Qingluan did not struggle.

Her arms wrapped around Lu Chen's neck, and her long legs coiled up from both sides, locking tightly across the small of his back.

Her entire person hung onto him, pressed together without a single gap.

"Master..."

She tilted her face up, the phoenix eyes devoid of the arrogance that looked down upon all things during the day.

Her pupils were unfocused, the corners of her eyes flushed red, and her lips were slightly parted, breathing hot air against Lu Chen's chin in rhythmic puffs.

The pink Demon-Seeding Dao Pattern on her lower abdomen glowed to the extreme; the light shone through the silk, turning the last bit of fabric between them translucent.

Lu Chen lowered his head.

The Qingluan Bloodline was currently in its most active state.

The two Great Dao Laws of Wind and Fire circulated alternately through her Meridians, forming a perfect Yin and Yang cycle.

Lu Chen drew out the purest spiritual rhythm from her Bloodline.

Lu Chen's brow twitched slightly.

The Wind-Fire spiritual rhythm seeped into his Meridians through the points where their skin touched—warm, pure, and without a trace of Impurities.

This spiritual rhythm did not follow the usual path; instead, it headed straight for his Dantian, resonating with the Great Emperor Law inside his body.

Dual Cultivation is truly refreshing.

Ye Qingluan felt the spiritual rhythm flowing out of her body like water, but she didn't care.

Or rather, she was more than willing to give him everything she had.

"Haa... Master, everything of Qingluan's belongs to Master..."

The end of her sentence trembled, emerging from deep within her throat, cloyingly sweet.

Lu Chen's palm cupped the back of her head, his fingertips sinking into her soft, long green hair.

Her hair was scattered across the Millennium Ice Silkworm Silk Mattress, spreading out in a vast expanse of green against her snow-white skin, looking like a painting.

A very indecent painting.

The black silk nightgown had long since ceased to exist in anything but name.

Both shoulder straps had slipped off, the fabric bunched at her waist, leaving only the flickering pink light of the Demon-Seeding Dao Pattern on her upper body to indistinctly obscure anything.

Lu Chen didn't look.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he was busy right now.

But Ye Qingluan gave him no time to catch his breath.

Ye Qingluan's legs suddenly tightened, a savage force exploding from those long legs that had been tempered for thousands of years.

With the Physical Body foundation of the Peak of the Third Transformation of the Quasi-Emperor Realm, her brute strength was still terrifying.

Lu Chen only felt himself being locked down tight.

Ye Qingluan tilted her face up, her phoenix eyes filled with mist, as her lips proactively pressed against his.

This time, Lu Chen did not turn his head away.

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One stick of incense, then another.

Day after day, so many times!

With this life waiting for tomorrow, do not let Dual Cultivation go to waste!

The Millennium Ice Silkworm Silk Mattress was pulled into several folds, and the Spiritual Wood pillow rolled off the head of the bed onto the floor with a dull thud.

Ye Qingluan's long green hair was scattered everywhere—on the pillow, on the bed, and several strands were wrapped around Lu Chen's chest.

Her body curled beneath Lu Chen, her two long legs going from tense to limp, then from limp back to tense again.

Repeatedly, in and out, layer upon layer.

The Demon-Seeding Dao Pattern on her lower abdomen had changed from flickering to a continuous glow, the pink light steady and blazing.

The Physique of a Pure-blood Qingluan was ridiculously powerful.

Lu Chen discovered a fact: this bird had better endurance than him. It made sense; if a Yao Beast's Physique wasn't stronger than a human's, it wouldn't be called a Yao Beast!

He didn't know what Ye Lanxi of the Great Success Ancient Sacred Body was like, but based on tonight's experience alone, he had gained a brand new understanding of the terrifying stamina of a Body Cultivator.

Ye Qingluan's skin was covered in fine beads of sweat, flushed red from her neck to her collarbone and further down, yet there wasn't a hint of fatigue in her phoenix eyes.

Instead, they grew brighter and brighter.

"Master... again, let's go another round. I feel refreshed; Cultivating like this is too wonderful!"

Her voice was already hoarse, every word coming from her throat with a gritty texture.

But the desire in her tone hadn't diminished at all; if anything, it had grown stronger.

The Wind-Fire spiritual rhythm inside Lu Chen's body had accumulated to a considerable degree.

With every Yin and Yang intersection, Ye Qingluan's Qingluan Bloodline would automatically feed back a wisp of pure Wind-Fire Law power.

These Law fragments merged into his Great Emperor Law, creating a marvelous chemical reaction with the Laws he originally controlled.

The Swiftness of Wind, the Intensity of Fire—the two Laws collided, fused, and sublimated within his Dantian.

The System's loli voice rang in his mind.

"Host, keep going! Isn't it comfortable to Cultivate and become stronger while being a salted fish and lying flat? The Wind-Fire spiritual rhythm can strengthen the speed attribute of the Natal Flying Sword 'fenghua' and the killing attribute of 'xueyue'."

"Additionally, the Host's Physical Body strength has increased by 0.3%. Although it's negligible, even mosquito legs are still meat."

But his body was more honest than his brain.

The feedback of the Wind-Fire spiritual rhythm was indeed comfortable. The warm spiritual energy spread from his Dantian to his entire body, and even some of the Origin consumed during the great battle with Ye Lanxi earlier had returned.

Lu Chen cursed in his heart: So I'm actually Cultivating? But I didn't stop lying flat either! I've got it! Hehe!

He looked down at Ye Qingluan beneath him.

This bird was currently like a cat in heat, curled in his arms, her long fingers tracing circles on his chest, her phoenix eyes so seductive they could practically drip water.

Lu Chen pinched her chin, his thumb brushing over her lower lip.

Ye Qingluan's tongue instinctively darted out, touching his fingertip.

Lu Chen's pupils constricted.

Fine.

He released her chin, twisted his waist, and rolled over again.

Ye Qingluan changed her combat position.

"What does Master want to do..."

Hearing these words come from a six-thousand-seven-hundred-year-old ancient exotic beast...

Lu Chen felt that all the asceticism of his past, present, and future lives had completely shattered.

"Cultivate by yourself! I'm not moving anymore; I'll just cooperate with you!"

The night grew deeper and deeper.

The soundproofing Formation around the guest hall brightened and dimmed, dimmed and brightened, with constant fluctuations of spiritual energy.

The Formation had been reinforced by Lu Chen temporarily; layers of Emperor-grade Formation markings isolated every sound inside the hall completely.

Who knows how much time passed!

Ye Qingluan was curled in Lu Chen's arms, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her breathing even and long.

She had finally fallen asleep.

The Demon-Seeding Dao Pattern on her lower abdomen had returned to tranquility, its pink light soft and steady, no longer flashing frantically. The restlessness of the breeding period had been completely quelled.

Her phoenix eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her face bearing a flush of extreme satisfaction, and the corners of her mouth were curved—she was smiling even in her sleep.

Lu Chen lay flat on his back, staring at the Spiritual jade ceiling, motionless.

His Black Robe was shredded—completely shredded, the kind of shredding that couldn't even be repaired.

He didn't know where his belt had flown off to, the silk bedding was torn into rags, and even the Spiritual Wood pillow had a crack in it.

Ye Qingluan snuggled against his neck in his arms, murmuring indistinctly in her dream.

"Master..."

Lu Chen closed his eyes and began to rest his spirit, while also sensing the Wind and Fire Laws!

This Pure-blood Qingluan, with her ultimate Physique tempered over thousands of years, had a combat strength that lasted until dawn.

Even as a Great Emperor Peak, he had almost failed to hold out.

What a sin.