At this mont, Ye Feng had already returned to Earth. Suddenly, his heart clenched, and he gazed solemnly into the distant sky.
But Ye Feng understood—this aura, the one that filled him with a slight sense of unease, belonged to none other than the Mad Dragon of the Solar System.
However, now that its overwhelming presence was gradually fading, Ye Feng exhaled a long breath of relief.
The power of the Virtual Array was truly extraordinary; otherwise, the Mad Dragon surely would not have retreated so easily.
Still, Ye Feng's concerns had not been wholly alleviated. The Virtual Array could only hold the Mad Dragon back for a year.
Within this one year, if he couldn't elevate his strength to a whole new level, he would still lack the power to protect Earth.
Increasingly, Ye Feng realized just how vital imnse strength truly was.
This year... he had no other choice but to seize this ti to strengthen himself.
If he could succeed in rging the energies of the White Dragon and Fire Phoenix within his body, his power would certainly ascend to a greater level once more.
Recalling the mont when he battled the Mad Dragon Avatar, where the might of the Seven-Colored Energy had unleashed its formidable force, Ye Feng's heart surged with anticipation.
Within the span of this year, he had to fuse the energies of the White Dragon and the Fire Phoenix.
Determination flared in Ye Feng's gaze, unwavering and firm.
Unknowingly, Ye Feng found himself back at the Purple Bamboo Garden.
Though still feeling slightly weak upon returning, Ye Feng's complexion was already much rosier, having restored quite so of his vitality.
At the very least, he now appeared no different from any ordinary person.
Seated alone on the plush sofa, Ye Feng ditated quietly, racking his brain for solutions to acquire more Wish Power.
In another room, a group of five won was engaged in yoga exercises, their graceful movents frad by the soft rhythm of the music playing nearby. Not wanting to disturb Ye Feng's deep contemplation, they practiced silently.
Jiang Ying, Red Rose, Xu Ningxue, Nangong, and Li Xian—all of them were deeply engrossed in their stretches and poses. The fluidity of their movents highlighted the sensual curves of their alluring figures, drawing attention to every subtle detail of their bodies.
After a period of fruitless pondering, Ye Feng casually glanced up, and his gaze inevitably fell upon the srizing sight of their exquisite postures.
A sudden spark of interest lit within him. He rolled his wrist, and with a flick, summoned the cloud-like bed to materialize before him.
Perched upon its cushioned surface, Ye Feng floated closer to where the won were practicing their yoga, his posture relaxed yet his focus alert as his eyes intently trailed their flowing movents.
For several monts, he remained an observer—watchful and deliberate, drinking in the beauty of their every motion. The mood in the room grew heavier with unspoken tension, heightened by each languid, entrancing shift of the girls' bodies.
The slow, deliberate grace of their gestures carried an innate and irresistible allure. As they effortlessly transitioned between poses, they knelt on the floor, their upper bodies stretched downward, completely pressing against the mats below. From Ye Feng's vantage point, they seed almost like an offering, fully displaying the gentle curvature of their forms.
The won were aware of his presence. They seed to hesitate in a fleeting instant of shyness, but escaping Ye Feng's unwavering gaze—or his curious hands—was not sothing easily accomplished.
The pose shifted to another, their supple forms adjusting fluidly with the rhythm of the music. Ye Feng mirrored the fluidity, subtly repositioning himself on the cloud bed to relish varying angles of admiration. Every line, every motion was captured in the glint of his eyes.
Without preamble, his hands began to trace lightly—appraisingly—across the delicate curves of their bodies. At first, his touch was tentative, exploratory, as if testing an unspoken boundary.
Though the won occasionally shot him chiding glares, they seed to silently acknowledge his audacity, neither resisting nor halting their motions. This lack of explicit rejection only emboldened Ye Feng further; his touches beca more confident, more deliberate, and bolder in their exploration.
As their performance continued, his cloud bed shifted, bringing him closer to Red Rose. She, in particular, stood out even within this breathtaking assembly; her presence commanded a fiery intensity, and her careful movents seed entrancing in their precision.
Undistracted by Ye Feng's proximity, Red Rose maintained her composure, graceful and poised even under his penetrating stare. However, her self-assurance would soon face its first real challenge.
Suddenly, as if compelled by a mischievous streak or a spark of desire, Ye Feng's hand slipped beneath the thin fabric of her top. He withdrew it an instant later, clutching her lace-trimd bra within his long fingers.
Her sharp intake of breath betrayed her surprise, though she kept her composure, refusing to alert the others in the room. Instead, Red Rose's smoldering gaze locked onto Ye Feng's, filled with both indignation and an unspoken challenge to press his luck further. Then, much to his satisfaction, she resud her practice as though nothing had happened.
Now, the soft curves of her chest were unrestrained, completely liberated from the confines of the bra. Each movent she made beca a sensual performance, one that seed to tempt gravity itself.
With every movent, her fullness seed like it was about to spill out from the neckline.
Ye Feng secretly thrilled, once again walked over to Jiang Ying's side.
At this mont, Jiang Ying was slowly lifting one leg, trying her best to kick it backward.
Ye Feng moved behind Jiang Ying, pulling down her pants in one swift motion.
Startled, Jiang Ying imdiately sat down on the floor, her face showing resignation. But after a brief pause, she continued with her movents.
Soon enough, pieces of clothing were peeled off from all the won by Ye Feng's playful interference.
Eventually, the won seed to have grown used to Ye Feng's antics, ignoring him entirely and focusing on their yoga poses as if he weren't even there.
Ye Feng, finding himself bored, leaped into the midst of the won, joining them in their yoga exercises.
As he perford the moves, he would continuously point out flaws and make suggestions.
"You're doing it wrong."
"How about you and I do it together?"
Occasionally, Ye Feng would suddenly wrap his arms around one of the won, aligning his movents with hers.
Finally, the won couldn't tolerate Ye Feng's interruptions any longer. Half-dressed, the five of them surrounded him, cornering him right in the center.
Imrsed in the aroma of their bodies, Ye Feng felt an indescribable satisfaction.
"What's this? Have my dear wives perfected your poses, ready to put them to practical use?"
Hearing Ye Feng's shaless remark, all the won blushed deeply.
"Who's practicing poses?! You big pervert!"
Red Rose punched Ye Feng's chest.
But with a quick motion, Ye Feng caught Red Rose's hand and pulled her into his embrace.
"I didn't expect you to be the most eager one."
Ye Feng teased as he began caressing the trembling Red Rose in his arms. Truthfully, the five won had already felt a spark in their bodies long before, a reaction to Ye Feng's teasing and play.
Now, Red Rose had completely surrendered, her strength drained as she collapsed in his arms. She offered no resistance, letting Ye Feng's hands explore her body freely.
"You'll each get your turn," Ye Feng promised with a wicked grin, his eyes sweeping over the remaining won. They darted their gazes away, avoiding his playful yet piercing stare.
Before long, Red Rose was stripped of every piece of clothing. Without any hesitation, Ye Feng engaged with her, putting on a vivid display of intimacy in front of the remaining four won.
It wasn't long before Red Rose lay completely exhausted, her body spent.
Ye Feng carefully placed her onto the cloud-like bed, a devilish smile playing on his lips as he turned his attention to the remaining four won. For a ti, the entire room was consud by an atmosphere of unrestrained desire.
Later, as the five won lay fast asleep, their bodies tangled in exhaustion, Ye Feng lit a cigarette and strolled over to the window.
A year from now, if he couldn't elevate his strength, not only would Earth be in great peril, but even protecting these won would prove impossible.
The thought of Wish Power made Ye Feng frown. This issue had plagued him for longer than he could even rember.
Yet, Ye Feng knew that there was only one path forward. Only by pushing through it could he truly ascend to greater power.
Lord Rank—just thinking about it made Ye Feng feel a wave of frustration. Even with his grasp of the Domain, he wasn't yet a match for those at that tier of strength.
But, there was still a year left. And within this year, even a Lord would have to bow at my feet!
Ye Feng's heart brimd with unshakable confidence.
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