Chapter 441: Chapter 441: I Know Yang Cheng’s Strength Well
"Why be so formal? As long as you’re sincere and follow me, I’ll help you cultivate faster."
Yang Cheng gently patted her back, speaking with great confidence.
"Really? When can I catch up to Ruonan?"
Cheng Qiyue was overjoyed, extending her arms onto his shoulders, looking very charming.
"Don’t rush to catch up with her. After all, she became a cultivator in her teens and has been cultivating for years. It’s no surprise that she’s in the Qi Refining Sixth Stage."
"You need to understand that haste makes waste. Even though I can speed up your cultivation, it must remain within a reasonable range. Otherwise, even if you break through, you might fail at any moment."
Yang Cheng said seriously.
"I understand."
Cheng Qiyue nodded repeatedly, then asked, "You mentioned earlier that my Dantian is fragile and needs strengthening. What should I do?"
"First, you need to diligently cultivate the ’Cyan Lotus Heart Technique.’ Once your strength grows, it will, in turn, nourish your Dantian. Besides that, I’m going to prepare some medicine for you. Drink it for a month, and your Dantian will become like that of a regular cultivator."
As Yang Cheng spoke, his big hand wandered over Cheng Qiyue’s body, inadvertently touching her soft chest.
"Hmm... Annoying! Why are you touching me again?"
Cheng Qiyue said coquettishly, her pretty face still flushed with lingering redness.
"Actually, there’s an even better way, which is to do it with me more often. My essence can strengthen your Dantian and enhance your power."
Yang Cheng chuckled and pressed Cheng Qiyue onto the bed again.
Feeling the hot, hard dragon pressed at the valley entrance, Cheng Qiyue’s beautiful eyes widened in surprise, "Why are you hard again? We just did it for so long, and you’re still not satisfied?"
"It’s only been once. I’m just half-full. You’ve just absorbed so much of my essence. Your energy should have recovered by now. Let’s continue."
Yang Cheng lifted Cheng Qiyue’s legs and thrust in fiercely.
"Ah! You big bad guy! Are you really planning on going all night?"
Cheng Qiyue exclaimed, then was hit with lingering gasps.
"That’s not impossible; it just depends on whether you can cooperate."
"I can’t cooperate. I think you want me to die!"
Cheng Qiyue waved her hand repeatedly, as no woman could endure an entire night of rigorous pounding.
"Then you better try harder, so I can release sooner. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee how long it will last."
After Yang Cheng finished speaking, he began to thrust vigorously, showing no mercy.
The room was filled with the essence of springtime, the two on the bed entwined passionately, the shameful moans continuous.
Meanwhile, Cheng Ruonan and Ye Ling’Er in the next room tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Ever since Cheng Qiyue walked into Yang Cheng’s room, the commotion started, nearly breaking their eardrums.
Several hours had passed, and it still hadn’t ended, with no sign of stopping anytime soon.
Ye Ling’Er suddenly sat up and got out of bed.
"Where are you going?"
Cheng Ruonan hurriedly asked.
"I can’t sleep! Make them stop already; it’s never-ending!"
Ye Ling’Er was furious, feeling as if she had been cheated on.
Cheng Ruonan quickly got out of bed and grabbed Ye Ling’Er, speaking seriously, "It’s not just a fling. There’s something more important going on. You can’t interrupt."
"I know, you told me before that being with Yang Cheng would make you a cultivator. But how long has it been? They’re still not stopping. Can Yang Cheng’s body take it?"
Ye Ling’Er wasn’t just jealous; she was also worried about Yang Cheng’s health.
Although she was still a virgin, she had read a lot about this online.
The saying that a man could go seven times in one night was a myth. Too many times, and a man might exhaust himself to death.
Cheng Qiyue must have used all her tricks to entice Yang Cheng, working him up for so long. If they continue, his health will definitely be affected.
"Don’t worry. I’m well aware of Yang Cheng’s capabilities. He won’t get tired all night."
Cheng Ruonan spoke with confidence.
During their previous dual cultivation, Yang Cheng not only didn’t get tired but grew more enthusiastic.
If she hadn’t pleaded in the end, Yang Cheng would have fought all night.
"You’re just saying that for Cheng Qiyue; you don’t care about Yang Cheng at all."
Ye Ling’Er huffed coldly, wanting to leave, but how could she match a cultivator at the Qi Refining Sixth Stage in strength?
"Stay put in your room. I can see you’re just jealous. You need to accept the fact that a man like Yang Cheng won’t have just one woman by his side."
"If you’re jealous every day, you’ll eventually sour yourself to death."
Cheng Ruonan said, exasperated, having little patience for the spoiled Ye Ling’Er and pinned her to the bed.
"I’ll watch you right here. You’re not going anywhere. Go to sleep now."
She spoke domineeringly, making Ye Ling’Er roll her eyes in frustration.
Knowing she couldn’t match Cheng Ruonan, Ye Ling’Er turned over on the bed, covering her head with the blanket, sulking.
Amidst the intense noises from the next room, Ye Ling’Er somehow drifted into sleep.
...
The next morning.
Yang Cheng walked out of the room, feeling refreshed, followed by Cheng Qiyue, whose walk seemed a bit awkward.
"It’s all your fault. Don’t you know how to hold back a bit?"
Cheng Qiyue glared at him angrily.
"I didn’t do it all night, did I?"
Yang Cheng awkwardly rubbed his nose.
He had initially threatened to keep her going all night, but midway through, seeing her pitiful state, he just took a simple bath and held her as they slept.
Even after showing such consideration, Cheng Qiyue still gave him several big eye rolls in the morning.
"You still have the nerve to say that? Even without going all night, it was six or seven hours. You’re going to wear me out!"
Cheng Qiyue complained, lightly punching his chest several times.
Yang Cheng didn’t feel any pain, taking this as flirting, and pulled her into his arms, coaxing softly, "My little slave girl, don’t be mad. I’ll be careful next time."
"Don’t call me that! It’s so embarrassing if others hear it!"
"If you do that again, I might die young!"
Cheng Qiyue glared at him with beautiful eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed, looking both alluring and charming.
"Last night, you kept calling me master, asking me to be faster, saying you wanted to be my little slave forever..."
Before Yang Cheng could finish speaking, Cheng Qiyue quickly covered his mouth.
Her cheeks blushed red as she whispered intensely, "Shut up! Don’t say it anymore!"
Those words were spoken in the heat of the moment on the bed, and thinking about it now made her embarrassed. She wanted to slap herself.
Yet Yang Cheng deliberately teased her, saying such things in public.
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