Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

Her consciousness began to blur, her eyes lost focus, and the flickering candlelight on the ceiling reflected in her pupils, the light shattering into countless tiny specks in her eyes.

Her white pupils seemed to reveal faint hearts, becoming empty and hazy. The corners of her mouth could no longer be stopped from drooling, and the sound grew louder and louder. The sound entered his ears like the most effective catalyst, making him more and more intense.

Her narrow path had become completely adapted to his presence; the passage that was once almost inaccessible had now been utterly tamed by him.

Every inch of her alluring flesh remembered his shape and was slowly assimilated by him, transforming into Yue Qingge's exclusive cave.

The fleshy walls conformed to his contours, as if custom-made for him, forming the deepest core of the flower. He left his most striking mark on the walls of the Other Shore Flower Palace, and the viscous syrup was poured into that deepest part again and again, dyeing the pink jade wall with his own color.

The jade-like flesh there writhed gently, as if performing some kind of devout worship. Every inch of its alluring flesh was tenderly serving him, as if he had received the best relief from his itch, finally freeing him from the torment of emptiness.

"Ah, so wonderful, Daddy, I'm so happy... I'm dying."

The gurgling sound of water grew more and more noticeable, and white syrup continued to spill down the joint between the two, creating bright splashes. The mottled water stains on the wooden floor merged into a patch, resembling small puddles after rain.

Her spring seemed to contain stars and the sea, and the dew seemed to never dry up, gushing out wave after wave.

At this moment, Yue Qingge had fully developed the spring, but every time she went in and out, she brought with her countless drops of viscous fluid.

Each time, his movements would draw out thin silver threads at the edge of the coronal ridge. The only contrasting element was her dangling legs, two fair legs suspended in mid-air, swaying gently with each of Yue Qingge's thrusts.

Her toes were pointed straight, and with each impact, they would involuntarily open and close.

She was completely unsupported, relying entirely on Yue Qingge's farm tools for support, which were deeply embedded in her body.

They pinned her in mid-air, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Those once clear eyes were now completely glazed over, the light purple pupils appearing as if veiled by a thin layer of gauze.

Her little face was flushed and incredibly cute, like a ripe apple that made you want to take a bite.

Yue Qingge did not mistreat her because of her small stature. He held nothing back and transformed himself into the most lethal pile driver, swinging as fast as a blur, each impact deep and heavy.

The "slap slap slap" sounds were quite frequent, and each blow, as heavy as if penetrating to the bone, struck the softest part of the other shore flower palace, causing Bai Chenxiang's body to sway upwards continuously, allowing Bai Chenxiang to climb to the top once again.

"Ah... Daddy... Daddy, I... I'm going... So fast... It's... It's coming out..."

At this moment, she could no longer utter a complete sentence; her voice was trembling and tinged with a joy that was on the verge of reaching its limit.

But her body would give Yue Qingge the most authentic feedback. Streams of warm spiritual liquid instantly gushed from the narrow passage, surging from the depths of the flower palace, completely soaking the scalding farm tools.

The spiritual liquid was all-pervasive, flowing through every crevice and crevices, surrounding him layer by layer. Under wave after wave of heat, the alluring flesh writhed wildly, tightly binding and strangling him.

Yue Qingge could no longer hold back. He took a deep breath and unleashed his final, most devastating blow.

*Smack!*

He plunged into her deepest depths, the crown opening the final door, embedding himself directly into the most hidden cavern.

Then, countless scalding breaths were released from the deepest part of her, leaving her on the verge of death.

Bai Chenxiang seemed to have lost oxygen, gasping for breath, her small pigeon breast heaving violently.

Her mouth was wide open, but no sound came out; only rapid airflow squeezed out of her throat.

"Ha... Ah ha... Ha..."

Yue Qingge quickly pulled out the farm tool, and it exploded with a "pop" at the point where the two were joined. Streams of white syrup flowed from her plump lips, which had not yet closed, and dripped onto the ground.

Chapter 160 Warm and Moist Water

As he retreated, he inadvertently flicked her little bell again. After grinding it against the pearl, Bai Chenxiang convulsed, her body stiffening abruptly as if struck by an electric current.

The last straw that broke the camel's back also broke.

All her control, all her shame, collapsed at that moment. Her tight little drum convulsed and spasmed up and down. As if receiving some kind of signal, the spring instantly lost all restraint, and a transparent stream of water gushed out from her spring, drawing a beautiful arc in the air before falling onto the ground beneath her with a "drip-drip" sound.

She was caught in a hot pot incident by Yue Qingge...

Bai Chenxiang was already delirious, staring blankly upwards, her pupils unfocused and hazy.

She no longer knew what shame was, nor did she remember what reason was. She only felt so comfortable, so eager, so tired, as if she were floating on a cloud, light and airy.

Yue Qingge saw that her eyes were half-closed, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her breathing gradually became steady and long.

His fingers landed on her forehead, gathering his soul power, which slowly seeped into her body, cleansing away the impurities within her.

The coolness also conveniently took away all discomfort and fatigue.

He then gently placed her on the soft couch, pulled the blanket over her, and cut off the brocade with the fallen blood, which he considered to be a heartless object, and put it in his pocket.

Watching her fall asleep peacefully, Yue Qingge also felt sleepy. He pulled back the quilt and placed Bai Chenxiang's petite body on his chest, letting her lie on him to fall asleep.

She pressed her face against him, while he served as her pillow, one arm around her waist to prevent her from slipping off him, the other hand behind his head.

Silent all night.

The next day.

Bai Chenxiang opened her sleepy eyes. She felt that her Rain Rouge Cave was not yet closed. She frowned slightly, feeling a little swollen and painful. A slight burning and swelling sensation came from that place, which made her subconsciously squeeze her legs together.

However, the physical sensation was somewhat different, and my nasal cavity was filled with a familiar scent.

Out of the corner of her eye, she realized that she was lying on top of Yue Qingge. She looked at him, his brows relaxed, his breathing long and even. When he was asleep, he looked less sharp and more gentle than when he was awake.

As if possessed, she reached out her small hand and gently touched his cheek. Her heart involuntarily quickened, and a hint of panic and shyness flashed in her light purple eyes.

Unexpectedly, Yue Qingge's eyelashes trembled, and Bai Chenxiang immediately withdrew her hand as if her tail had been stepped on, her cheeks instantly turning crimson.

She quickly lay back on top of him, buried her face in his hands, closed her eyes, and pretended to be fast asleep and know nothing.

But before Yue Qingge could continue her performance, Qian Renxue's voice came from outside the door, a voice tinged with a barely perceptible weariness:

"Qingge, we've arrived in Nottingham."

Yue Qingge could clearly sense that something was wrong with her. He first changed Bai Chenxiang's clothes into a small dress, then carried her out.

Bai Chenxiang murmured in his arms, shyly lowering her head, burying her face in front of him, not daring to look at him.

The two pushed open the door and came out. Qian Renxue leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, her slender figure leaning against the wall, one leg slightly bent.

Her gaze lingered on Bai Chenxiang's eyes and brows.

Although Bai Chenxiang's face still had obvious baby fat, and her eyes still retained the immaturity and naivety of a young girl, there was a touch of charm in her eyes.

Qian Renxue felt a pang of jealousy, but she quickly shook her head to dispel it and changed the subject.

"Should we go out and check the situation first?"

Her change in expression naturally did not escape Yue Qingge's eyes. He patted Bai Chenxiang's small moss drum and let her sit on his shoulder.

Bai Chenxiang was startled and instinctively hugged his head.

He stepped forward and pulled Qian Renxue into his arms, his fingers radiating soul power that flowed from his fingertips into her body, soothing her restless heart little by little.

"Didn't you get enough rest?"

His voice was full of concern. He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, looking into her golden eyes so close to his.

Qian Renxue shook her head, her voice somewhat ethereal: "I've been experiencing some bottlenecks in my cultivation lately, but it's nothing. Let's go for a walk first." She finished speaking and forced a smile.

As soon as she finished speaking, she consciously stepped out of his embrace, and as her soul power flowed, a white dress appeared out of thin air on her body.

The long dress draped from her shoulders to her ankles, completely concealing her graceful figure.

She stepped forward with a smile, her slender fingers intertwining with his. The two walked out in unison, their clothes fluttering. Yue Qingge casually tossed the sedan chair into her sleeve.

The three of them looked like a family of three. The wind blew from the end of the street, lifting Qian Renxue's long golden hair. The sunlight shone on them, giving them a warm glow.

Yue Qingge turned around and arrived at the Spirit Hall branch in this place.

Upon seeing the token in his hand, the guards at the gate immediately bowed and paid their respects, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

He led the two through a long corridor to a secret room where intelligence was stored.

He rummaged through the mountain of files for a while, his fingers quickly tracing across the yellowed pages, checking for information about Yu Xiaogang and Tang San's outings.

The intelligence reports detailed their movements, with every single detail crystal clear.

Finally, it was learned that Tang San was going to absorb his second spirit ring, and the specific location was in a spirit beast forest on the outskirts of Notting City.

The three arrived at an elegant room. Yue Qingge sat down in the main seat without hesitation. He leaned back in his chair, while the informant kept his head down, looking around without looking. He respectfully presented a thick stack of intelligence to Yue Qingge and then tactfully withdrew.

Qian Renxue stood beside Yue Qingge, her finger tapping on the dossier, landing on a line of text. Her golden eyes narrowed slightly: "Then let's ambush them tomorrow."

"Hmm, Tang Yu's influence is too low, so Tang Long and the others can't get a chance to meet him. Hopefully, Tang San can give us some useful feedback." As he spoke, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

The lights behind them suddenly flickered, the orange flames dancing wildly in the lamps, casting the shadows of the three people on the wall that stretched and shortened.

A cruel glint appeared in Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes, and two eerie flames seemed to ignite deep within her golden pupils.

Her lips curled slightly upward, her smile both cold and alluring, like a drawn sword, its cold light gleaming.

Suddenly, her fingers tightened involuntarily; she had recently noticed that she was experiencing emotional problems.

She was finding it hard to control her negativity, and she wanted to vent all sorts of extreme emotions.

Qian Renxue shook her head to dispel the nonsensical thoughts, silently reminding herself, "Doing less with Qingge should be fine."①

Chapter 161 Rustling Sound

Yue Qingge also felt that Qian Renxue had been acting strangely lately, but every time she asked her, she would be given various excuses to avoid the question.

But he could never truly let go of that stone in his heart.

He finally sank into his spiritual sea, gazing at the golden phantom: "System, what's wrong with Qian Renxue? I can sense something's wrong with her."

[As the purest deity, the Angel God must sever ties with all his negative aspects before inheriting the throne.]

Logically speaking, it's still too early for her to fully inherit the mantle. Perhaps because of you, she's accelerated this process.

The system paused, swallowing the rest of its sentence, and surprisingly, even her negative thoughts were filled with you.

Yue Qingge didn't dwell on her hesitation; her brows furrowed, and she quickly pressed, "Is there any solution?"

Don't panic. It won't do her any harm.

Yue Qingge stared at the illusory figure for a long time before finally withdrawing her attention with some skepticism.

The weight on my heart has finally been lifted, though I still feel a bit uneasy.

When he opened his eyes, Qian Renxue was tilting her head and looking at him, her long, golden curly hair falling to her shoulders, with a playful strand of hair falling on him.

"What are you looking at?"

Yue Qingge reached out and gathered that strand of hair back for her.

Qian Renxue didn't flinch or dodge; instead, she slightly turned her face and rubbed her soft breast against his palm: "You're staring at me like a daze. What, am I pretty?"

"It looks great. Let's head to the Soul Hunter Forest."

He paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Bai Chenxiang, who was huddled in the corner: "Xiao Bai, do you want to go? It might be a bit bloody and violent."

Bai Chenxiang pursed her lips and first glanced timidly at Qian Renxue.

She hesitated for a moment, then finally reached out her small hand and tugged at Yue Qingge's sleeve: "I'm already like this,"

"Now that we're on this pirate ship, is there any way we can get off? We'll have to go through a lot more... Let's go and see."

After saying that, she subconsciously took half a step closer to Qian Renxue.

Yue Qingge was amused by her cute appearance and reached out to pinch her soft cheek: "Okay, then I'll come along."

Bai Chenxiang slapped his hand away, muttering, "Don't touch me." The three of them changed into black robes and left the room.

On the way, Yue Qingge walked on the outside, her arms slightly outstretched, protecting Bai Chenxiang behind her.

The ground was covered with withered branches and fallen leaves, and a soft crunching sound could be heard underfoot from time to time.

Qian Renxue walked at the front, her steps light and quick. Her black robe concealed her exquisite figure, yet she remained elegant and composed.

She occasionally glanced back at Yue Qingge, a hint of smugness in her golden eyes. Yue Qingge truly didn't worry about her; Qian Renxue's strength was unmatched among her peers, and she also held the trump card of Divine Descent. She could roam freely in the Soul Hunting Forest and still complain that the road wasn't wide enough.

After passing through a dense thicket of bushes, they heard rustling sounds ahead. Yue Qingge raised her hand to signal, and she led the two of them onto a large tree, disappearing into the shadows of the leaves.

Qian Renxue stood quietly to the side, while Chenxiang was a little nervous because it was his first time doing something like this.

Even the small hand that was holding Yue Qingge was covered in a layer of sweat. Finally, Yue Qingge's fingertips touched the back of Bai Chenxiang's head to soothe her emotions.

Bai Chenxiang dared not move or make a sound, and could only secretly raise her eyes to look at their profiles.

Beneath the hood of her black robe, Qian Renxue's thin lips were slightly pursed, her expression calm, a stark contrast to the woman who had been clinging to Yue Qingge and acting coquettishly just moments before.

Yue Qingge, however, had a smug look on her face, as if victory was assured. Under the tree, an old man and a young man were walking among the branches.

Tang San hesitated for a moment before asking, "Teacher, does my second spirit ring... really require twenty years of Guzhu cultivation?"

Yu Xiaogang's brows immediately furrowed into a deep frown; Tang San's question felt like a public slap in the face.