Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 134: Immortal Demonic Power, Sword Unsheathed
"This is enough." Nie Zhaonan licked the corner of his mouth and said as if savoring the taste.

"How dare you be so frivolous to me, my young master." Ling Yuling stood up immediately after being released. Her fair face turned red in an instant, looking so attractive that she couldn't even speak clearly.

She avoided looking at Nie Zhaonan. After a moment, Ling Yuling timidly trotted out of the room, then quickly flew away from Nie Zhaonan's cave and returned to her own residence.

"Brother Nie, you are so, so." Wang Ning, who saw everything, said in a low voice.

"Isn't that too rogue?" Nie Zhaonan added while looking at Wang Ning in his arms.

"Yeah." Wang Ning nodded slightly.

"Then Ning'er is also a little hooligan." Nie Zhaonan joked.

"That's different, Ning'er." Wang Ning's mouth was also blocked, and she couldn't say any subsequent words of defense.

Ling Yuling returned to the cave with a complicated expression on her face. She was happy from the bottom of her heart, but also felt a little disappointed and a little resentful.

"No! I can't let him kiss me in vain. I haven't got my Golden Thunder Bamboo back yet." Ling Yuling thought for a while and realized that she left in a hurry and even forgot to take the Golden Thunder Bamboo on the table.

"Let's go to the library first and make a copy of the top-level magic skills. This is a fair deal between him and me."

After figuring it out, Ling Yuling stood up and walked towards the Sutra Library of the Xing Palace.

Although the library contained a large number of martial arts techniques, they were all arranged in different categories. Ling Yuling naturally went straight to the location where the top-level magic techniques were stored.

Ling Yuling kept searching through books on top-level magic skills.

"Devil's Prison Scripture."

"No, it's too brutal."

"Buddha Technique."

"No, it won't look good."

"Eternal night."

After a while, Ling Yulin held the jade slip in her hand with a look of satisfaction.

"Immortal True Demonic Art!"

"This magic skill is pretty good. It has no side effects and is incredibly powerful. After practicing it for a while, you can use the magic energy to repair your own injuries."

"Use this technique to conduct transactions."

After making a copy of the 'Immortal True Demonic Art', Ling Yuling quickly left the Sutra Library and headed towards Nie Zhaonan's cave.

In the time it took Ling Yuling to go back and forth, earth-shaking changes had taken place in the room.

Wang Ning's body collapsed softly in Nie Zhaonan's arms, with peach blossoms on her face, her eyes exuding amazing charm, and her moist skin seemed to be dripping with water.

As Ling Yulin entered the room, she was stunned by the scene in front of her. Fortunately, she saw that although the two people's clothes were a little messy, they were still properly worn. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, she felt even more resentful in her heart. He had just kissed her and then kissed another woman.

"Here, this is the magic skill you need." Ling Yuling was standing at the door and threw the book in her hand to Nie Zhaonan, without any politeness in her tone.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and sucked the jade box on the table. The jade box floated in the air, flew towards Ling Yuling, and fell into his hand. Then he flipped his hand and put the jade box into the storage bag on his waist.

The series of actions went smoothly, as if they were really here just for the transaction.

After putting away the jade box, Ling Yuling immediately turned around and prepared to leave.

"Yuling, we have already signed the agreement. From now on, you will be my woman." Nie Zhaonan's voice was not loud, but it was extremely firm.

Ling Yuling turned around and took two steps before she stopped when she heard Nie Zhaonan's words. A smile appeared on her face. She came back here so quickly just to hear Nie Zhaonan say this.

"I'm going to go into seclusion to condense the golden elixir." Ling Yuling suppressed the joy in her heart and said in a light tone.

"I'll wait for you to come out." Nie Zhaonan answered without hesitation.

"Yeah." After responding, Ling Yuling walked out of the room with light steps.

Nie Zhaonan also watched Ling Yulin's back gradually walking away before he withdrew his gaze.

Wang Ning, who had been silent just now, complained at this moment: "Brother Nie, you are really a fool to let Ning'er lose her composure in front of Sister Yuling."

As he spoke, he raised his crystal-clear hands, clenched them into fists, and gently hit Nie Zhaonan's chest a few times to vent his dissatisfaction.

She could also see that Ling Yuling would become Nie Zhaonan's woman sooner or later. Since she was acting so out of control now, she would probably be teased and laughed at in the future.

Nie Zhaonan could naturally guess what Wang Ning was thinking. Now Wang Ning was still a little thin-skinned, but it didn't matter. He would get used to it after experiencing more big scenes in the future.

However, this matter still needs to be handled step by step. Nie Zhaonan comforted her, "Ning'er is not the only one who lost her composure. Your sisters will also lose their composure."

As he spoke, Nie Zhaonan handed the jade slip in his hand to Wang Ning and said, "This technique called 'Immortal True Demonic Art' is quite good. Take a look at it."

Wang Ning didn't bother to hit Nie Zhaonan anymore. He stopped, took the jade slip, and probed his spiritual sense into it, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

After a while, after reading the brief introduction of the 'Immortal True Demonic Art', Wang Ning said sweetly, "Thank you, Brother Nie." After that, she raised her head and kissed Nie Zhaonan on the cheek out of habit.

"By now, Ying'er and the others should have decorated your room. Let's go take a look." Nie Zhaonan suggested with some ill intention.

"Hmm~" Wang Ning said softly, embarrassed. She knew the most important moment was coming.

After getting the beauty's approval, Nie Zhaonan stood up while holding Wang Ning's delicate body and walked towards the room prepared for Wang Ning by the women.

"Yao'er, why are you the only one here?" Nie Zhaonan asked with some confusion while holding Wang Ning and looking at Yuan Yao who was standing in front of the room.

"My sisters, after decorating the room, we left as we didn't want to disturb the young master's 'spring night'." Yuan Yao explained softly, trying hard to hide a hint of disappointment in her tone.

Nie Ying, Chen Qiaoqian and Xin Ruyin also understood that they would be able to reunite in the future, so there was no need to rush for this moment.

Seeing Yuan Yao, Wang Ning called out softly, "Sister Yuan Yao." There was obvious apology in her words.

I clearly came later than Sister Yuanyao, but now I am ahead of her.

Yuan Yao was about to say something when Nie Zhaonan kissed her red lips.

After a long while, Nie Zhaonan finally let go and said apologetically, "Yao'er, I made you wait for so long."

After this kiss, Yuan Yao's unhappiness disappeared and a smile appeared on her face.

She said very seriously: "Yuan Yao is very satisfied to be with you, sir, and soon, you will want me too..."

Even though she had been honest with Nie Zhaonan and had done many shameful things, she still couldn't bring herself to say those secret words in front of Wang Ning.

Then, Yuan Yao changed the subject and said, "Sir, why don't you take Sister Ning'er into the room?" As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pushed Nie Zhaonan, sending the two of them into the house and closing the door.

After closing the door, Yuan Yao left the place and walked towards her room.

After returning to the room, Yuan Yao took out a wooden box from under the bed and opened it with her own hands.

She took out a set of scarlet clothes, sat on the edge of the bed, and holding the silver needle and gold thread in one hand, she began to embroider the unfinished pattern on it stitch by stitch.

Although the pattern on the clothes in his hand is not completed, it can be seen that it is in the shape of a phoenix.

And on another piece of clothing lying quietly in the box, the golden dragon body was clearly visible.

The furnishings in the room were very simple, with a bed, a round table, a dressing table, and a few chairs. Upon closer inspection, all of these things were extremely exquisite, not only were there exquisite patterns engraved on the surface, but they were all top-level magic tools, flashing with a little spiritual light.

Nie Zhaonan went straight to the point. He placed Wang Ning in his arms on the bed. He stretched out his hand and flicked the pink curtain, which fell and covered the figures of the two.

With his hands supporting himself on the bed, Nie Zhaonan stared at the beautiful face of Wang Ning beneath him, and was a little dazed for a moment.

A pair of eyes that seem to be able to speak, a delicate and small nose, a cherry-like mouth, red without any makeup, delicate and beautiful, with two strands of hair hanging on the cheeks, exuding infinite temptation.

"Husband~" Wang Ning called shyly, with an amazing charm blooming in her.

Although Wang Ning's performance was very awkward, wasn't this the most charming part? And the experience it gave him was incomparable, the pleasure was simply indescribable. "My husband, please go and accompany the sisters. I'll just rest here for a while." Wang Ning begged softly, revealing a pitiful look.

"But I want to stay here with Ning'er." Nie Zhaonan said with a wicked smile. At the same time, he reached out and wiped Wang Ning's moist red lips.

Although she had never experienced it, Wang Ning now seemed to have learned it by herself. Looking at Nie Zhaonan's smirk and the suggestive movements, she understood, because the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword was still in an activated state.

Wang Ning understood and silently got into the quilt. She also wanted to try it and see what it felt like.

Then, the quilt rolled like waves, one after another, continuously.

Nie Zhaonan rested his head on his hands, looking at the fluttering pink curtains, with a look of contentment and extreme comfort!
Time flies and half a month has passed.

During this half month, Nie Zhaonan was not idle either, and he fed Nie Ying, Chen Qiaoqian and Xin Ruyin well.

At this time, he and his fellow Taoists were resting in the spirit pond.

Yuan Yao and Wang Ning served him on his left and right, massaging his shoulders and back, making him feel very comfortable.

Nie Ying, Chen Qiaoqian and Xin Ruyin were not far away, sitting around a floating table, sipping spiritual tea with radiant looks, and a hint of joy still on their faces.

During this period of time, Wang Ning finally saw the real Nie Zhaonan. He was really a pervert who actually made Nie Ying's three sisters join him in making trouble.

To her surprise, the three sisters, who usually behaved very dignifiedly, gladly accepted it.

It seemed that she had really entered a wolf's den, and would never be able to get out, because her heart had completely belonged to Nie Zhaonan the moment the barrier was punctured.

Will I serve my husband together with my three sisters in the future?
Thinking of this, Wang Ning's face suddenly flushed. Then she secretly glanced at the exquisite bodies of Nie Ying, Chen Qiaoqian and Xin Ruyin. Wang Ning's heart began to beat violently.

"Ning'er, what are you thinking about?" Nie Zhaonan asked with some confusion.

Wang Ning was so close to him, how could he not feel her rapidly beating heart? And for some reason, the movements of Wang Ning's hands also stopped.

"No, nothing." Wang Ning said hesitantly.

"Sister Ning'er, are you reminiscing about the happiness that the young master brought you?" Yuan Yao, who was standing by, saw Wang Ning's expression and knew at a glance that she was hiding something, so she made a random guess.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ning's face immediately turned red, and wisps of white steam floated out from her head.

"Hehehe," Yuan Yao covered her mouth and chuckled, "It seems that Yuan Yao guessed right."

"Sister Yuanyao, I will remember today's revenge. After you and my husband have practiced dual cultivation, I will also make fun of you." Wang Ning hugged Nie Zhaonan's arms tightly in front of her, and didn't care even if her two big white rabbits were crushed.

She was originally her husband's Taoist partner, and it was only natural for her to enjoy the pleasures of the boudoir. Even if the truth was revealed, she had no need to be shy.

After realizing this, the steam above Wang Ning's head disappeared without a trace.

"Husband, you won't be in a hurry to go into seclusion this time, right?" Amid the rippling water surface, Nie Ying came in front of Nie Zhaonan and asked.

"No, I will do nothing during this period of time and just accompany you." Nie Zhaonan put his arms around Nie Ying's slender waist, held her delicate body in his arms, and said softly.

Ever since he advanced to the Jindan stage, he had been busy with cultivation, often going into long periods of seclusion for several years, ten years, or even twenty years, and had spent much less time with the women.

Naturally, I have to make up for it this time, and at the same time, I can cultivate my mind and prepare for the condensation of Nascent Soul.

When the girls heard this, they all smiled and looked happy, because their husbands finally had time to spend with them.

During the next three years, Nie Zhaonan accompanied Nie Ying and her five daughters and started a slow-paced life. They were inseparable and inseparable.

We lay together in the yard, watching the sun rise and set, the moon wax and wane, and when it got dark we would lie on the ground and hug each other to sleep.

Dress up in disguise and go to the gate of Tianxing City to watch the ebb and flow of the tide.

When you are in high spirits, you can take a trip on a soaring boat.

Or they may return to the islands and mountains and live like ordinary people, drinking and having fun.

In the second year, Ling Yuling, who had become a Jindan cultivator, joined Nie Zhaonan and his group, and lived a carefree and free life.

On this day, Nie Zhaonan became a bridegroom again, and his bride was Yuan Yao who had been waiting for him for a long time.

In the room, red candles flickered.

Yuan Yao, wearing a wedding gown, a phoenix coronet and a red veil, sat quietly beside the bed.

With a creaky sound, the door of the room opened and Nie Zhaonan, wearing a scarlet wedding dress, entered the room. Seeing Yuan Yao sitting gracefully beside the bed, he was stunned for a moment and then gently closed the door.

Nie Zhaonan walked slowly and approached Yuan Yao step by step.

Listening to the footsteps getting closer, Yuan Yao placed her two slender hands on her abdomen and held her clothes even tighter, showing her inner uneasiness.

In a moment of distraction, Nie Zhaonan came to Yuan Yao's side, sitting next to Yuan Yao on the bed.

Nie Zhaonan stretched out his hands and gently lifted the red veil to the top of her head. A pretty and charming face appeared in front of Nie Zhaonan. What made people feel distressed was that there were two crystal tears at the corners of the eyes on this beautiful face.

"Yao'er, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Nie Zhaonan gently wiped away the tears from Yuan Yao's eyes, and said with a tone full of pity. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to hold Yuan Yao's slender waist tied with a red belt, and held her soft and delicate body in his arms.

"I just feel very happy." Yuan Yao pressed her head tightly against Nie Zhaonan's chest, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a beautiful smile.

"Husband, do you know why I embroidered these two wedding dresses?" Yuan Yao asked.

"When you and I first met, Yao'er was a mortal?" Nie Zhaonan looked at the exquisite red wedding dresses they were wearing and answered uncertainly.

With his eyesight, how could he not see that these two wedding dresses were embroidered stitch by stitch.

"My husband is right. When we first met, I was alone, a mortal, and you were an immortal cultivator. The meaning of my making these two wedding dresses is that at the moment we first met, Yuan Yao, who was still a mortal, already belonged to you." Yuan Yao made the confession that had been hidden in her heart for a long time.

"When I saw the pitiful Yuan Yao, I also encountered today." Nie Zhaonan said and kissed her red lips.

Nie Zhaonan hugged Yuan Yao and fell onto the bed.

After a few rustling sounds, clothes were scattered on the ground.

The delicate skin, smooth as jade, with a crystal luster, and the exquisite body were displayed unreservedly in front of Nie Zhaonan.

Although he had seen it countless times, today was particularly different, especially beautiful, and Nie Zhaonan's Adam's apple rolled.

The thin quilt could barely cover the two full breasts on her chest, seeming to be exposed but not revealing, just right.

The crystal shoulders and slender white neck on both sides were covered with bright kiss marks. Her eyes were slightly closed and her face was tired. There was a thrilling charm inadvertently in the corners of her eyes, and there was a happy sleeping look on her face, as if she was having a beautiful dream.

Nie Zhaonan kissed Yuan Yao's smooth forehead lightly, and then separated immediately with a look of affection. He then turned around, opened the door, and walked out of the room.

Outside the house, Nie Ying, Chen Qiaoqian, Xin Ruyin and Wang Ning had been waiting for a long time. They were a little surprised to see Nie Zhaonan come out so quickly, but when they thought of the movement that they had never experienced before, they understood something.

He is so domineering and cruel. I wonder how sister Ning'er is doing now.

"Take good care of Yao'er." Nie Zhaonan stretched out his hands, hugged the four girls in his arms, and whispered.

"Don't worry, my dear. We sisters will take good care of sister Yao'er. You can just focus on seclusion and condense your Nascent Soul." The three girls said in unison.

As Nie Zhaonan's women, the four daughters of Nie Ying naturally knew that Nie Zhaonan was about to go into seclusion to condense his Nascent Soul.

"I feel relieved when you are here."

After saying that, Nie Zhaonan kissed the three girls on their smooth foreheads respectively, then turned and walked towards the retreat room.

Nie Ying and the other three girls looked back at Nie Zhaonan's back for a long time, until his back disappeared around the corner, then they withdrew their gaze.

After looking at each other, the four girls saw a hint of worry in each other's eyes, but none of them said anything, they just silently wished each other well in their hearts.

There are not as many chances to form a Nascent Soul as there are to condense a Golden Elixir. Once the Golden Elixir is broken, one will either become a Nascent Soul cultivator or die. There is no third option.

Although they also knew that Nie Zhaonan had many methods to assist in condensing the Nascent Soul, no one could tell what the final result would be.

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