Qingqing opened the box lid gently, and Yan Qingying cautiously took out a jade rod that was soft yet firm, with an odd shape. After rubbing it a few tis, Yan Qingying seductively narrowed her eyes, lightly extended her tongue tip, and dabbed the tip of the jade rod, then her moist lips parted as she tenderly swallowed the rod down, her nimble little tongue softly twirling...
Yes, this was the training that Yan Qingying had been undergoing since she was young, a regin that had not been interrupted even to this day, taught by Auntie, specifically designed to please n. Even after joining the Demon Dragon Clan, this training never ceased. In Auntie's words, a woman, no matter how capable, must also learn the skill to bring n joy.
With her fragrant soft tongue rolling and her luscious lips opening and closing, Yan Qingying practiced for half an hour, a daily routine that she had sustained for over a decade. She now believed she had honed this particular skill to perfection.
Furthermore, the jade rod was not just any ordinary jade carving, but made of a fragrant, warm jade. With long-term use, one's mouth and tongue would beco exceedingly moist and slick, an advantage that was truly endless in its benefits.
Closing the box lid, Yan Qingying lay back on the bed, eyes gently closed, breathing subtly, continuously pulling in her stomach and tightening her backside, beginning to practice the Jade Clam Technique that Auntie had taught her in her childhood. This cultivation technique was very special—if mastered, it could freely adjust the tightness of one's most intimate parts. Legend had it that won skilled in this technique could always send n into ecstatic rapture.
For many years, Yan Qingying had never skipped training in these cultivation techniques. The training wasn't just one aspect but a comprehensive set that was very well-rounded, very complete. You see, Yan Qingying had already possessed outstanding natural qualities as a child; she had been nurtured to beco the most sought-after lady.
After practicing for a full hour, Yan Qingying finally stopped, took a deep breath, slowly sat up, leaned against the headboard, casually dragged a pillow into her embrace, hugged it tightly to her chest, and rested her chin on her knees as she drifted into a daydream...
Aside from what Yan Qingying was pondering, on the other side... Xin Yun called Ming Xuan into the room. They chatted idly for a while about recent life and practice, and then Xin Yun turned the conversation to more serious matters.
Looking earnestly at Ming Xuan, Xin Yun said in a grave voice, "Through the recent battles, especially the one with the Crimson-robed Chief, you must have had many insights, right?"
"Yes..." Facing Xin Yun's question, Ming Xuan's eyes shone as he nodded and said, "Absolutely, the gains have been imnse. Through the recent string of battles, I've finally touched upon the threshold of mastery. What I lack now is practice. Only through constant battling, continuously organizing and probing, tirelessly refining my combat skills, can I perfect myself and ultimately step into the realm of true masters."
Listening to Ming Xuan's words, Xin Yun clapped his hands in admiration, expressing his joy, "Good! Very good... you have finally understood. Yes... What you lack now is experience fighting against masters. You still need a great deal of real combat to hone your combat skills, therefore... during the half year we will be away, your task is to engage in as many battles as possible!"
"Ah!" Hearing Xin Yun's words, Ming Xuan smiled wryly, "Easier said than done. Are you suggesting I go around picking fights?"
With a faint smile, Xin Yun picked up his teacup, gently sipped the aromatic sweet flower tea, and then slowly said, "What do you think of Yan Qingying? Is she pretty?"
"This..." Hesitatingly looking at Xin Yun, Ming Xuan scratched his head and said, "She's indeed very pretty, very beautiful... I haven't seen, in all my life, a girl more beautiful than her."
Gently setting down the teacup, Xin Yun asked mysteriously, "What do you think, if you compare Yan Qingying with Mother Lan, who is more beautiful?"
Hearing Xin Yun's question, Ming Xuan couldn't help but frown and said, "How can you compare them; they're different, each has their charm. I can't quite put it into words, but I always feel like sothing is missing in Yan Qingying. Although she looks stunning, even breathtaking, she doesn't give that heart-racing feeling."
"Hahahaha..." Xin Yun laughed heartily upon hearing Ming Xuan's words. It wasn't that Yan Qingying lacked sothing; rather, it was because Ming Xuan had soone in his heart, naturally making him less moved by other won.
In the midst of laughter, Xin Yun nodded and continued, "So, think about it. If Yan Qingying were to enter the academy, wouldn't her beauty cause quite a sensation to so extent?"
"This..." Ming Xuan hesitated for a mont, then said with a furrowed brow, "It's almost certain. After all... such a beautiful girl would naturally attract pursuit. It's not odd, unless one is already committed, otherwise not being moved would be the real issue, right?"
Placing a large hand on Ming Xuan's shoulder, Xin Yun spoke in a low voice, "That's why, during the half year that I am away, I have a favor to ask of you. I hope you can look after Yan Qingying for . If anyone bothers her, you know what to do, right?"
Upon hearing Xin Yun's words, Ming Xuan proudly puffed out his chest, declaring, "No problem, just leave that to . I can assure you, no one will bother Qingying before your return."
"Heh heh..." Xin Yun chuckled softly and said, "Just be careful. The Third-year Phase is no ordinary matter; the highest-ranked opponents have even reached the level above Crystal Tier. Make sure you don't end up being tornted instead of tornting others. That would be quite unsightly."
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