Chapter 55

Chapter 55

As the lanterns were lit and the bright moon shone through the window, the city was unusually lively, with the sounds of commotion drifting in from outside.

The air in the room felt stuffy, a strange fragrance slowly permeating the room. The interior was dim, with a thin gauze draped over the night pearl, swaying gently in the breeze, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow.

A slender figure lay face-down by the bedside, her long hair cascading down. Her pale, delicate fingers lay limply on the edge of the bed, her fair arms dotted with marks, and even her tender fingertips bore traces of bite marks.

The tall male cultivator, draped in a robe, strode toward the inner chamber next door. Lu Yuanyin lifted her head wearily for a moment, then buried her face in the blankets.

From the adjacent room came the faint sound of trickling water. Lu Yuanyin lay face-down on the soft brocade quilt, her long lashes fluttering incessantly. Her breathing was still somewhat rapid, her thin back rising and falling gently, with tiny beads of sweat still clinging to her skin.

The overwhelming, near-unbearable sensation had yet to fully subside. Her body still trembled uncontrollably, fingers curling slightly.

After a long while, her breathing finally steadied. She tugged at the pillow beneath her, and as she became aware of the soreness in her waist, she couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

The surroundings were filled with the scent of Huo Wuyan. She lifted her eyelids slightly, looking ahead in a daze. Their clothes were scattered messily across the floor; her skirt had been torn, stained with dried, intimate marks.

Lu Yuanyin's lashes fluttered. She felt so exhausted she might as well be dead.

She cursed Huo Wuyan over and over in her mind until she felt a bit better.

After being pinned to the bed and claimed for nearly an entire day and night, she couldn't help but wonder—

Had this dragon been raised on stamina pills and aphrodisiacs since he was a kid?

His stamina was terrifyingly, unfathomably good. Just the thought made her scalp tingle, her slender fingers curling up.

She rested on the bed for a while, finally feeling a bit more comfortable.

Lu Yuanyin pinched her fingertips, but when she sensed the vast, abundant, and shockingly immense spiritual power surging within her, she fell silent again.

Truly worthy of an old dragon who'd been a virgin all those years—definitely a potent boost. Even by the standards of the Hehuan Sect's centuries of records, the pure essence of his primordial yang was enough to leave a profound mark.

Lu Yuanyin pouted. Hearing the faint sound of footsteps outside, she looked up to see Huo Wuyan approaching the bed. His long hair was still dripping wet, his thin inner robe clinging to his frame, outlining his defined muscles.

She paused, her gaze resting on Huo Wuyan for a moment. His physique was excellent—broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs—with muscles that were powerful yet not overly exaggerated, perfectly matching his cold, domineering face.

On his neck were several scratch marks, still faintly oozing blood.

Lu Yuanyin tilted her head slightly as Huo Wuyan sat silently by the bed, casually picking up a blue-bound book on the table. His disheveled white hair hung loose behind him, his expression indifferent. He had once again assumed that cold, aloof, unapproachable demeanor.

The wild, delirious night before now seemed like nothing but an illusion.

Watching him act so detached, she recalled how he had surrendered in her palm, trembling uncontrollably with the movement of her fingers. A sense of indescribable satisfaction welled up within her.

It felt as if she had discovered his weakness, and she couldn't help but feel a secret delight.

She gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Huo Wuyan..."

Huo Wuyan's expression remained unchanged. He stared coldly at the book in his hand, his long fingers slowly turning the pages, and responded indifferently, "Speak."

But Lu Yuanyin arched her brows, a glint flashing in her eyes. Putting on an innocent smile, she deliberately whispered, "Can you still get hard?"

"?" Huo Wuyan was momentarily stunned, a rare silence fell.

For a moment, he thought he'd heard wrong.

Huo Wuyan turned his head slightly, his scarlet eyes locked onto Lu Yuanyin, who was lying on the brocade quilt. Her face tilted up, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes seeming misty, her expression innocent as she looked at him.

He had no doubt—she was provoking him.

Considering the many implications behind her words, Huo Wuyan's body tensed. No dragon could handle being asked that by a woman after sex. The ever-arrogant, domineering Huo Wuyan certainly couldn't.

His gaze darkened, a surge of frustration clenching inside him. He let out a cold laugh, yet felt an absurdity he couldn't quite place. A strange sensation roared through his blood, desperately urging him to act, driving him to greedily claim more territory.

His pupils contracted, transforming into sharp, vertical slits, making him look dangerously.

Lu Yuanyin noticed his deep, scarlet pupils, but seemed oblivious to the danger. Ignoring the ache in her whole body, she turned over and slowly crawled over to Huo Wuyan.

He was staring at her expressionlessly, his lashes lowered, a cold light flickering in his eyes, laced with an undeniable, heavy desire.

Lu Yuanyin lifted her face, flashing a sweet smile. "Huo Wuyan, why won't you answer me?"

Before he could respond, she reached out her finger and suddenly pressed toward his most sensitive spot.

Huo Wuyan's body instantly stiffened, a low groan escaping his throat. The veins on his hand bulged, his gaze fixed tightly on her. Dark turbulence churned within his eyes, his scarlet irises blazing as if consumed by fire. His breathing grew heavy.

His hot breath slowly warmed her fair neck. Feeling the scorching, enormous thing beneath her palm, Lu Yuanyin's cheeks burned.

With a slight movement of her palm, she heard a low moan beside her. Huo Wuyan abruptly grabbed her slender wrist and said in a husky voice, "Stop."

His voice was already rough, thick with unmistakable longing and desire.

Yet he silently held her wrist and said coldly, "You need rest."

His expression remained that cold, unapproachable, aloof mask. But Lu Yuanyin could feel the eagerness and urgency under her palm. She looked up at the bulging veins on his hand and his tightened muscles.

Suddenly, she rose, using a bit of force, and pressed him down onto the bed.

His damp white hair instantly splayed messily across the sheets.

Lightly, she stood up. Under Huo Wuyan's blazing gaze, she straddled his firm, lean midsection. All the muscles in his body instantly tensed, and his golden dragon tail greedily coiled around her slender ankle.

She gently rubbed against him. Sensing the increasingly obvious reaction, she forced down her shyness and said calmly, "Huo Wuyan, your body is much more honest than your mouth."

Huo Wuyan: "..."

He looked at Lu Yuanyin sitting on his waist, her face flushed red, and fell silent for a moment. His hand clenched slowly at his side, his cock already painfully hard.

His eyes flickered. Lu Yuanyin's skin was delicate, easily marked. Even though he had controlled his strength, her fair skin was still covered in large patches of purple hickeys and fingerprints, looking shockingly vivid against the white.

Her black hair fell messily over her chest, barely covering some soft curves, creating a striking contrast with her pale skin—a thick, decadent sensuality.

Huo Wuyan took a deep breath, reaching out his fingers to firmly grip her slender waist. "Didn't you just say you were tired?"

His voice was hoarse, his rough fingers unconsciously stroking the tender skin beneath them, his eyes darkened.

Lu Yuanyin didn't answer. She pursed her red lips, lowered her body slightly, and pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispering, "Huo Wuyan..."

She had discovered the night before that whenever she softly called his name, his movements became more intense. He seemed to particularly enjoy hearing her say his name.

Her voice was soft, tinged with a hint of huskiness, like a lover's murmur. Huo Wuyan's Adam's apple bobbed. He shifted his gaze as Lu Yuanyin delicately leaned over him, her lips swollen like ripe berries, tempting to be plucked. Her eyes and brows were steeped in seductive charm.

His large hand unconsciously and firmly pressed down on her slender waist, his eyes turning bloodshot. Huo Wuyan growled, “Does it still hurt?”

Lu Yuanyin’s cheeks burned, and she buried her small, pale face in the crook of his neck, then darted out her pink tongue and gently licked his prominent Adam’s apple. “It doesn’t hurt anymore…”

As her words fell, Huo Wuyan could no longer hold back, pressing down on her slender waist and forcefully claimed her.

**

Lu Yuanyin let out a low, stifled moan, tears glistening in her eyes.

Her slender fingers dug into his firm shoulders, and she bit her lower lip helplessly.

A broken moan escaped her lips.

**

But before she could catch her breath, Huo Wuyan began moving fiercely again, waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Heat spread, beads of scalding sweat dripping onto her snow-white shoulders. Her fingers curled slightly, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Lu Yuanyin could only helplessly endure his invasion, her thoughts momentarily dazed. She frowned, unable to bear it, and instinctively tried to retreat.

But the golden dragon tail coiled tightly around her slender waist, domineeringly restraining her every move.

…………

As brilliant fireworks bloomed, the city erupted in cheers and clamor. Countless lanterns drifted downstream along the water, twinkling with specks of light in the night sky.

Qing Nong stared at the closed door, unable to help furrowing his brow, the crease between his eyebrows deep enough to kill a mosquito. He hadn’t seen Lu Yuanyin for several days…

Qing Nong’s expression turned grim, a hint of worry flashing across his face. He sat in front of the door, chin in hand, looking anxious, watching the people coming and going outside. Suddenly, he stood up, his face dark, and went to walk upstairs.

The old medical cultivator was soaking the two eggs in a medicinal bath. Seeing this, he quickly stood up and blocked Qing Nong’s path, asking repeatedly, “What are you doing? No, no! The boss will slaughter you!”

Qing Nong felt a surge of irritation. Although Lu Yuanyin had recovered a bit after resting for a while, she couldn’t withstand this kind of torment.

Lu Yuanyin was young and naive, but he hadn’t expected Huo Wuyan to indulge her in such recklessness. He said crossly, “I’m going to tell them to eat!”

The old medical cultivator stroked his beard upon hearing this, raised an eyebrow, and fixed his turbid eyes on Qing Nong. After a moment, he said solemnly, “What are you worrying about? The boss knows what he’s doing. Behave yourself.”

“Although the boss has been a bit more restrained lately, that doesn’t mean he’s lost his temper.”

Having stayed here for so many days, even a blind man could see that Huo Wuyan treated the young girl differently. It was common knowledge how important the dragon pearl was to the dragon clan, yet Huo Wuyan had voluntarily expelled his own dragon pearl to protect Lu Yuanyin.

Perhaps Huo Wuyan himself hadn’t realized how much he cared for that human girl.

The old medical cultivator sighed softly, patted Qing Nong on the arm, and said gently, “Wait. Haven’t you always wanted to hold a hatchling? Take this chance to hold them more.”

Qing Nong was silent for a moment, then rubbed his forehead helplessly. “I was just being impulsive.”

Inside the room, candlelight flickered. The dim yellow light fell on the thin window, vaguely outlining the figures inside.

It wasn’t until the sky turned dusky and the sun set that the sounds in the room finally subsided.

Lu Yuanyin was so tired she couldn’t even lift a finger. She had intended to force herself to continue harvesting Huo Wuyan’s cultivation a few more times, but hearing the intermittent sound of water trickling from the next room, she couldn’t help yawning and, in the blink of an eye, fell fast asleep hugging her pillow.

In her hazy state, she felt someone clumsily yet gently wiping her clean with a warm cloth.

Her long lashes fluttered, but Lu Yuanyin didn’t wake up. She turned over and buried herself back into the soft brocade quilt.

Lu Yuanyin’s sleep was restless.

Perhaps because she had been carrying worries these past few days, in her dreams, the scenes buried deep in her memories kept surfacing: her parents’ pale faces, the blood-stained stone path of the Lu family, countless lifeless faces—flashing before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

Even in her sleep, Lu Yuanyin couldn’t help frowning tightly, gripping the brocade quilt in her hand until a loud rooster crow from outside woke her with a start.

It was still somewhat dark in front of her, with faint light slipping through the gaps in the window. She looked blankly at the ceiling for a while before finally coming to her senses.

Lu Yuanyin sat up tiredly. Huo Wuyan was lying quietly beside her, his eyelashes downcast, his snow-white hair strewn messily across the bed, his breathing steady, his eyes closed.

Without those deep eyes, the coldness on his face seemed to have faded. Lu Yuanyin paused, staring at his handsome face, a complex feeling stirring in her heart, unsure of what she wanted to say.

But in the end, she carefully stepped around him and slowly walked out of the room.

Her legs were still trembling uncontrollably. Lu Yuanyin rubbed her sore waist, taking a sharp breath. If she hadn’t been determined to steal some of his cultivation, she definitely couldn’t have gone through so many rounds…

Back in her room, Lu Yuanyin washed up for a long time, then slowly packed her storage pouch, counting her prepared treasures one by one. Finally, she walked toward the room where the old medical cultivator and Qing Nong were staying. But they were already awake—the old medical cultivator was squatting by the side concocting spiritual medicine, while Qing Nong was nowhere to be seen.

Lu Yuanyin glanced around and noticed a thin stream of water trickling from the rockery, dripping into the pond in the courtyard. After a moment, her gaze stopped. She took two steps forward and saw the two eggs lying quietly in the pond.

She realized that this small pond was actually a spiritual spring channeled from the mountain stream. It was filled with high-grade spiritual stones; even standing a little closer, she could feel the thick, suffocating spiritual energy.

The small pond was surrounded by high-grade spiritual arrays.

Lu Yuanyin took a distant look at the two eggs. Fearing she might feel reluctant or regret, she hesitated only a moment before turning and walking away.

The sun hung high in the sky, and the sound of crisp birdsong came from outside the window.

The tall male cultivator frowned. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, instinctively reaching out to embrace the person beside him. His firm arm still bore scratch marks.

But he grasped nothing but air.

Huo Wuyan turned his head slightly, seeing the empty space beside him, where Lu Yuanyin’s warmth was gone, leaving only a faint trace of her scent. The clothes that had been on the floor were now neatly hung on the rack.

Huo Wuyan’s gaze was somewhat unfocused, his crimson eyes fixed on the night pearls hanging from the ceiling of the bed. He hadn’t slept so soundly in a long time.

He had many enemies, countless people wanting his life. He had been a light sleeper since childhood, waking at the slightest sound, and later had completely given up sleep.

Huo Wuyan’s eyes darkened. He wrapped his robe around himself and sat up, silently brooding over the past few days. Based on what those people said, he couldn’t help feeling confused. After sex, Lu Yuanyin was supposed to cling to him and say sweet things. Why did she leave first?

His thoughts became chaotic. He stared dully at the wide-open window, where a pair of birds nuzzled affectionately on a branch, chirping incessantly.

What Huo Wuyan couldn’t understand was that since she wanted to harvest his cultivation, why did she always prepare strange potions, whether that damn Golden Gun Never Fails pill or its stronger version…

Huo Wuyan had a vague feeling of being doubted.

No man could tolerate such doubt and constant hints—the dragon clan was no exception, and Huo Wuyan could not accept it either.

He suddenly remembered how Lu Yuanyin had kept complaining about his poor technique. Huo Wuyan’s body tensed, his fingertips tightening, and he unconsciously looked away.

According to what he had seen in those racy little booklets, his human form, though not as impressive as his dragon form, should still be enough to satisfy her.

Moreover, he had occasionally studied these days, so compared to before, his technique should have improved significantly. He wondered if Lu Yuanyin was pleased with him.

A moment later, Huo Wuyan’s expression changed slightly. Realizing what he had been thinking, he frowned, pressed his lips together, and suddenly let out a cold laugh.

Why should he care if Lu Yuanyin was satisfied? As Huo Wuyan, others always had to please him. Why should he care about others’ opinions?

Besides, Lu Yuanyin liked him so much. Since she liked him, she had to like everything about him and must not dislike him.

Author’s note:

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