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

"Baby...Baby? Ahhh!! Don't pinch there!"

Mo Yuan's voice suddenly rose, and a surge of moisture welled up from her thighs, rushing out of the spring.

As Yue Qingge used her hands, the little bell bounced in her fertile area, like a walnut being played with in the palm of her hand, making her shudder with every rub.

In the final moments of their struggle, she even felt that something was about to come out; the premonition of impending collapse filled her with both fear and anticipation.

Yue Qingge supported her trembling body, her hands firmly gripping her waist, feeling the subtle tremor.

He wasn't going to let her off the hook. "Mom, I didn't hear you."

The teasing laughter fell from above, reaching Mo Yuan's ears. Her face flushed red, and she turned her head away, unable to look him in the eye.

She curled up into a ball, her fingers trembling as she gripped the brocade. "Baby... Your Highness, please don't... bully Mo Yuan like this..." Her words, however, roused Yue Qingge's last bit of patience. Her fingers, holding the small bell, moved faster and faster, the tiny pearl beneath her fingertips resembling a flint being repeatedly rubbed.

He could feel the temperature there rising noticeably.

A series of intense shocks traveled upwards along his vertebrae, causing Mo Yuan to frequently lose her focus.

When she opened her eyes again, her pupils were unfocused, just a blank white expanse.

Her lips were slightly parted, her tongue was faintly visible, and she made meaningless syllables in her throat.

Just as the critical point was about to arrive, Yue Qingge suddenly stopped. Her ice-attribute soul power methodically struck her small bell, suppressing the surging momentum with a "whoosh." Mo Yuan's half-closed eyes widened instantly.

The tide that was about to burst its banks was forcefully stopped, and she felt her body stuck in a rut.

That burning desire was stuck there, making her feel so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry.

She looked at Yue Qingge with a helpless expression, her eyes filled not with resentment, but with a deep longing.

"Baby...please help Mommy..."

She finally uttered the words that made her tremble with shame. The words had barely left her lips when she lowered her head completely, burying her face in that enormous heart, not daring to look at Yue Qingge even once.

Those two snow-covered bunnies enveloped her, hiding all her unbearable shame within them. After a long while, Yue Qingge still didn't go in.

He simply lingered back and forth outside the reddish-brown spring, grinding against the damp crevice, occasionally poking his head in halfway before quickly retreating, but never pushing open the door.

Mo Yuan could no longer hold back. She stretched out her snow-white, soft hand and trembled as she reached towards the vicinity of her spring.

How could Yue Qingge do as she wished?

Just as her fingertips touched the edge, he grabbed her arm, gently pulled her aside, and looked down at Mo Yuan, whose eyes were filled with tears:

"How can Mom do this on her own? You can't go without my permission." Mo Yuan nodded pitifully, her lips slightly pouting to indicate that she understood.

But the delayed blow had completely devoured her thoughts, gnawed at her reason inch by inch, leaving her mind with only one thought.

Finally, her voice was nasal: "Please, Your Highness... help that foolish Shadow Guard mother... become Baby's Wrath of the Stars..."

In her panic, she scooped up her two enormous snow rabbits and stuffed them into Yue Qingge's mouth.

A mother who can't express herself can only try to please her baby in the most awkward way.

Seeing her like this, Yue Qingge stopped bullying her.

He raised his slender leg and placed it on his shoulder, then rammed it hard into the reddened spring.

The grotesque farm tools crossed over her fair and delicate flesh without any hindrance, advancing all the way in and completely suppressing her wrinkled jade walls.

The tender flesh that had been tightly wrapped around them rolled to both sides, making a chilling "gurgling" sound.

"Oh...ah...that's amazing, Your Highness—" Just one heavy blow was enough to make Mo Yuan feel incredibly good.

The feeling of being stretched open and completely penetrated surged up from the deepest part of my body, spreading along the nerve endings all the way to the tips of my hair.

A high-pitched note escaped from the corner of her mouth; the sound wasn't a shout, but a sigh of relief that she had waited far too long for.

Yue Qingge continued her attack, changing her tactics.

He struggled to retreat from that cave that seemed to suck in the earth, each inch he retreated only to be tightly entangled by those seductive fleshy appendages, dragging him along, reluctant to leave.

In the end, only half of the crown was left, tightly gripped by the closed spring, stuck at the exit, in a dilemma.

He adjusted his body angle, allowing the farm tools to graze against the soft flesh of the upper cave floor as they hurtled forward.

The scorching hot farm tool created a slight bulge on Mo Yuan's belly, and the winding protrusion on her lower abdomen could be seen from the outside.

Mo Yuan had completely forgotten everything.

Her voice grew increasingly charming, evolving from initial restraint to later indulgence, and from indulgence to complete self-forgetfulness at this moment.

The enchanting sounds, layer upon layer, were gently stirred by the curtains, spreading out in waves. Next door, Bai Chenxiang blushed deeply; she had been lying on her bed in another bedroom, intending to enjoy a quiet and peaceful nap.

She knew it when she suddenly heard the rustling of clothes between the two. That bad guy was definitely going to eat that older sister. She looked at the barrier that Mo Yuan had set up and thought she could be at ease, but she didn't expect that Mo Yuan had set up the entire house, and she just happened to be within the range of the barrier.

Listening to that older sister with exaggerated strength, whose mere presence could instill fear, the voice she uttered was even more domineering than hers.

Bai Chenxiang pouted, recalling the memories of being controlled by that villain and everything he had done to her. A strange feeling welled up in her heart.

"That big bad guy..." she bit her lip, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

Chapter 169 The Wrath of the Stars

Unable to fall asleep no matter what she did, she had no choice but to get up and sit in meditation, biting her tongue to force herself to stay awake and trying to block out the alluring voice.

The two people on the other side were naturally unaware of her torment.

Yue Qingge wasn't just striking her; his hands were also rubbing her little bells.

Each rub precisely targets the most sensitive spot, causing Mo Yuan's body to tremble and tense continuously.

After only seven or eight times, Mo Yuan's body began to spasm violently.

Xiu, resting on Yue Qingge's shoulder, trembled incessantly. The blue veins beneath his snow-white skin bulged slightly, his insteps were taut, and his five toes were tightly hooked together. With another violent thrust from Yue Qingge, he ignored all the seductive flesh that clung to him and began a frenzied assault on the very core of his body, the Palace of the Other Shore.

One thrust after another, fast and fierce, each time shattering her flower walls, leaving those layers of soft flesh utterly defeated under his assault, forced to passively secrete more fluids to lubricate and beg for mercy.

In the instant that the softest part of his body was suppressed by Yue Qingge, he escaped unharmed.

Then came another heavy blow.

This time it was more ruthless and more profound than any before.

The scalding tip struck precisely at the deepest point, embedding itself firmly, never to be pulled out again.

Mo Yuan was so stunned by the impact that she went completely blank. All her memories, all her identity, and all her composure were wiped away, leaving only her half-open red lips uttering incoherent words.

"Your Highness...so good...baby...Mommy has become like you...please, baby...love Mommy a lot from now on...oh!!"

Her eyes were red, and two lines of physiological tears were about to fall.

Her eyes could no longer focus light; her pupils were dilated, and she could only see Yue Qingge's blurry outline moving before her eyes.

She suddenly felt afraid. She was afraid he would disappear, afraid he would leave, afraid that after this overwhelming happiness would come endless emptiness.

She reached out and grabbed him anxiously, her fingers gripping his arm tightly, her nails digging into his flesh.

Only after she could feel Yue Qingge's real presence did she slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

She knew she couldn't live without him anymore; she was completely captivated by him. The phrase "the wrath of the stars" had come true.

In a daze, Mo Yuan dropped her raised slender leg, crashing onto the soft couch with a "thud".

She could no longer maintain that posture and collapsed sideways onto the tattered brocade.

Seeing that she had completely climbed up, Yue Qingge stopped arguing with his mother. He slowly pulled out his farm tools, leaving behind a mess.

Then, looking down at that usually aloof face, now flushed with emotion and with tear stains at the corners of her eyes, she was indeed more breathtaking than usual.

He hesitated for a moment, but still decided to give her a face wash.

The mottled, pungent spiritual liquid fell instantly, wave after wave, drenching Mo Yuan's face.

The thick, spiritual liquid trickled down her forehead, covering her face with a light makeup.

It even clung to her eyebrows and hair, contrasting beautifully with her flushed skin, making her look indescribably alluring.

Mo Yuan's adorable tongue peeked out from between her lips. She gently licked the ring of spiritual liquid around the corner of her mouth, rolled it into her mouth, moved her throat, and swallowed it all.

Seeing that she was already satisfied and somewhat lost in thought, Yue Qingge carefully cut out the brocade stained with red plum blossoms, folded it neatly, and put it back into his most precious storage ring. Then he patted Mo Yuan's drum, used his soul power to cleanse her of all the filth, pulled up the covers, and let her rest peacefully.

After everything was settled, Yue Qingge tiptoed into Bai Chenxiang's room. Ever since Yue Qingge had thoroughly ravaged her and made her completely his, Bai Chenxiang had stopped locking the door.

The door was ajar, with a gap about the width of a palm.

Yue Qingge pushed open the door and entered. Looking at Bai Chenxiang, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed cultivating, she felt a little bored and turned to leave.

The moment he turned around, a petite figure pounced on him from behind in the darkness.

Yue Qingge felt a solid impact from behind and knew without a doubt that it was Bai Chenxiang.

Even Zhu Zhuqing, who is the same age as her, is a bit older than her.

He reached back with both hands and steadily supported Bai Chenxiang's little bottom. The two soft mounds in his palms were like two freshly steamed rice cakes. Bai Chenxiang buried her face in his back and said in a muffled voice, "You still remember me? You big bad guy. Stay with me for a while."

She nestled against his back, trying to find a comfortable position. Yue Qingge remained silent, then with a sudden movement, moved Bai Chenxiang from behind to in front of her.

When Bai Chenxiang was turned over, she cried out "Ah!" and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him like a koala. After realizing what was happening, she didn't let go; instead, she tightened her grip. "You bad boy,"

She rested her chin on his shoulder, a hint of coquettishness in her voice, "Hold me while I sleep."

Yue Qingge held her as they fell onto the bed. Bai Chenxiang slid off his arms, but then climbed back on. The little one familiarly rolled over and found the most comfortable spot on Yue Qingge's chest.

She pressed her little face against it, confirming that this territory still belonged to her. After rubbing against it, she breathed a satisfied sigh of relief and slowly closed her eyes. Outside the window, the moon was already obscured by clouds.

The light grew dimmer, the night as dark as ink, and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance only made the night seem more somber.

Before the two could even fall into a peaceful sleep, a deafening explosion shattered the night!

Something crashed down from overhead, tearing a hole in the sky, from which an explosion poured out.

The roaring sound instantly engulfed all the surrounding buildings, and stones and rubble were swept into the air by the blast wave before falling back down.

The Spirit Hall in the distance collapsed with a deafening roar.

Startled by the loud noise, Bai Chenxiang jumped up from Yue Qingge's arms, her eyes wide and her lips trembling, unable to utter a word. Yue Qingge reached out and pressed her head back against her, gently patting the back of her head. "It's alright, don't be afraid."

Mo Yuan had already changed into clothes and a black robe, and stood silently beside Yue Qingge.

The woman who had been slumped on the soft couch just moments before was now dressed neatly and exuding a restrained aura.

Those clear, cold eyes were slightly raised from under the hood of the black robe, awaiting Yue Qingge's instructions.

"Your Highness..."

She called out softly, the sound penetrating the noise outside the window and clearly reaching Yue Qingge's ears.

Under Mo Yuan's gaze, he had already walked to the windowsill.

Outside the window, a dark shadow loomed down from the horizon, carrying an overwhelming killing intent. "Qian Xunji! Give me back my son's life!!"

Chapter 170 The First Step to Success

A furious roar, like a thunderclap, jolted everyone awake from their dreams. The boundless rage contained in that voice even made the still-stunned Qian Xunji's mind buzz.

He was just processing official documents in the study of the Spirit Hall when he heard the commotion outside and before he could even get up, the entire building collapsed.

When he flew out of the ruins, he was covered in dust, and his six angel wings were flapping awkwardly.

He had no idea what was wrong with the people from the Haotian Sect.

He did indeed want to take action against the Haotian Sect, but that would be after he was ready, not now, and certainly not in this way.

He looked into Tang Hao's eyes, those cloudy eyes were clearer than ever before, filled only with the purest killing intent.

Qian Xunji hesitated for a moment, then extended his hand, adopting what he considered a friendly posture: "This Haotian Douluo, I don't know what I did... May we sit down and talk?"

"I'm talking about your mother!!"

Tang Hao didn't hear a word. He came here tonight not to exchange feelings, nor to demand an explanation.

He came here for revenge, to kill, to shatter the bones of the six-winged angel martial soul possessor one by one.

All nine spirit rings on his body appeared simultaneously: two yellow, two purple, and five black—a standard top-tier configuration—with nine beams of light swirling around him.

In an instant, all his aura surged forth, and he roared to the sky, his voice shaking the surrounding wilderness.

Qian Xunji could feel the gazes directed at him from all around. He couldn't show weakness in front of his father.

Qian Xunji's Angelic Holy Sword materialized from the void, its blade ablaze with golden flames that forced the surrounding darkness back several feet.

He flapped his wings and soared forward, leaving a golden afterimage in the air. "---!"

The moment the two collided, the resulting shockwave blew away all the already dilapidated ruins around them.

The Angelic Holy Sword and the Haotian Hammer were locked in a fierce confrontation, with dazzling sparks flying between the blade and the hammer.