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

Moreover, sweet nectar kept flowing from the depths of the butterfly's spirit bone, completely soaking Yue Qingge.

The clear liquid flowed down, forming a small puddle on the soft couch, emitting a faint sweet fragrance.

He looked down at Bibi Dong's face, which was as red as if she were drunk, her eyes half-closed, her pupils unfocused, and a faint smile on her lips.

Her face was pressed against his shoulder, her cherry-like lips were half-closed, and she would occasionally let out a soft moan, her soft lips sometimes brushing against him.

The subtle touches occasionally stimulated Yue Qingge, making his movements even more rapid.

Bibi Dong's mind was completely at ease; she didn't need to think about anything, her mind was blank, filled only with the surging tide.

The sound was like a tsunami stirring up the depths of her soul.

There are no tedious things, no heavy burdens, only endless decline.

"Mom..." Yue Qingge was about to speak.

Before he could finish speaking, Bibi Dong's fingers had already covered his lips, gently pressing against his lower lip.

"Don't talk, just move!" She commanded with an unquestionable air, yet with a hint of soft, coquettishness.

Hearing her request, Yue Qingge held back and went all out. He gripped her slender waist tightly with both hands, his fingers sinking into her softness, and his legs trembled rapidly. In coordination with his hands, the frequency of his thrusts became faster and more intense.

The glistening farm tools seemed to have entered an uninhabited land, breaking through Bibi Dong's seductive flesh restraints again and again without any hindrance.

Each time you go deeper, you reach the deepest point.

Each withdrawal brought forth a surge of spring water, flowing down the two of them.

Bibi Dong's consciousness was shattered, scattered amidst the overwhelming pleasure. "Ah...baby...Mommy's going to...I can't take it anymore!" "So blissful~~"

Her voice grew increasingly shrill, finally turning into a long, trembling scream, and her whole body trembled violently in his arms.

Seeing this, Yue Qingge also entered a crucial sprint moment.

He gritted his teeth and launched a series of reckless attacks on Hu Die Ling Gu.

Fast, fierce, and heavy, carrying an unwavering belief, each strike lands in the deepest part of the Palace of the Other Shore.

Finally, Yue Qingge transported all the mottled white seeds to the depths of Bibi Dong, one after another, thick and scalding, filling every corner.

Bibi Dong let out a satisfied sigh, as if all her strength had been drained, and she slumped softly into Yue Qingge's arms.

Her head rested against him, and the two embraced tightly without saying a word. Yue Qingge looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms, her face showing both satisfaction and weariness, and gently brushed away the stray hairs on her forehead damp with sweat.

Bibi Dong's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't open them; only the corners of her lips curled up.

He gently set her down, and a surge of soul power flowed from his palm, brushing away the sticky residue between them. Wherever the soul power passed, the filth silently dissipated.

"Mom, take a rest, I'm going out for a bit."

Bibi Dong didn't respond; her breathing had gradually become steady. Yue Qingge glanced at her before getting up and tiptoeing towards the door.

Pushing open the outer door, the glaring sunlight immediately greeted Yue Qingge, who subconsciously squinted and raised her hand to shield her forehead.

He blinked a few times to adjust to the light, but an inappropriate thought popped into his mind: to indulge in debauchery in broad daylight.

A slight smile played on his lips, but he quickly regained his composure; business was more important. Just then, a slender figure walked past. Three years had transformed the little girl who used to follow him around calling him "brother" into a completely different person. She stood a few steps away; the short, chubby-cheeked girl of the past had now blossomed into a graceful young woman.

Her figure became increasingly graceful and slender. The most noticeable change was in her front, which used to be only slightly protruding like a small dove, but had now transformed into a full-bodied shape.

Her features have matured, and the childishness in her eyes has faded, replaced by a cool and aloof demeanor.

"Brother, what are you doing here?" Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on Yue Qingge's face.

Her voice was no longer as lively as before, but carried a cool and aloof quality. Her personality had also become increasingly cold and aloof. The lively girl who used to smile with two dimples and flutter around Yue Qingge at the slightest compliment had now suppressed her vitality and enthusiasm. ② This appearance was gradually becoming the Zhu Zhuqing in Yue Qingge's memory—cold, aloof, and keeping everyone at arm's length.

Yue Qingge's gaze swept across her face without lingering. "I just came out of the office. Is there anything I can help you with, Xiao Zhuqing? If it's not urgent, I'll be going now. I have important matters to attend to." Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing didn't respond, he didn't wait any longer and stepped past her.

Zhu Zhuqing raised her arm slightly, but as she watched Yue Qingge walk away, her back view showed no sign of pausing.

Her arm, which had been raised halfway, slowly lowered and fell to her side. Her gaze followed his retreating figure, the light in her eyes gradually dimming.

"I want you to hunt soul beasts with me."

However, she quickly cheered herself up, straightened her back, and gently patted her cheeks twice. "Brother must have something urgent to do, so let's wait until next time."

Yue Qingge hurried through the wide streets of Wuhun City, attracting the attention of passersby on both sides. He pretended not to notice and quickly made his way to the entrance of Yuexuan.

Chapter 127 Princess Xueke

Before the door was even opened, the sound of a zither drifted in. The music was melodious and gentle, unhurried and possessing a magical power to soothe the mind.

Yue Qingge's breathing, which had been rapid due to her journey, gradually calmed down with the sound of the zither.

With a creak, he pushed open the closed door, revealing a room much darker than the outside.

Tang Yuehua sat upright in front of the zither table, her head slightly lowered, her ten slender fingers dancing across the strings, sometimes gently plucking and twisting, sometimes quickly strumming and plucking.

Yue Qingge stood at the door, not speaking immediately, but waiting for the melody to end before saying, "Teacher Tang, I have something to do, I'm late."

Tang Yuehua's zither music did not stop; she merely raised her eyelids slightly, her peach blossom eyes sweeping over Yue Qingge's face with a look of tolerance.

"It's alright, please take a seat."

Her voice was as gentle as her piano playing.

Yue Qingge then turned around, closed the door, and walked towards the area where the students were.

Ning Rongrong was sitting in the crowd when she saw Yue Qingge enter. Her eyes immediately lit up, and she raised her arm, waving vigorously at him and calling out softly, "Husband, over here, over here!"

Tang Yuehua, who was sitting there, frowned slightly, almost imperceptibly. She lifted her gaze from the strings and placed it on Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong's learning progressed very quickly, and she "graduated" from Tang Yuehua's course early.

Two years ago, after hearing that Yue Qingge was also coming to Yuexuan, she returned, citing that she "hadn't learned some things yet."

Tang Yuehua knew perfectly well what was going on, but she was too lazy to point it out. Yue Qingge looked at Ning Rongrong, feeling both amused and exasperated.

He raised his hand, put his index finger to the center of his lips, and gently shushed her. Ning Rongrong immediately shut her mouth obediently, placed her hands on her knees, and sat up straight.

The moment he sat down next to her, Ning Rongrong immediately snuggled closer to him. Nothing particularly mischievous happened after that; Tang Yuehua's teachings remained as insightful and easy to understand as ever.

However, his gaze remained fixed on Tang Yuehua.

At first, he was watching her fingers dance across the strings.

Later, the rhythm of the music became more and more intense, and the melody changed from a gentle stream to a rushing river.

Tang Yuehua's body swayed even more noticeably.

She leaned forward slightly, her slender waist swaying more and more, and her full breasts began to dance along with it.

They bounced and swayed inside her clothes, desperately trying to break free.

The clothes were conservative, but Yuexuan had always only housed girls before, so Tang Yuehua dressed casually inside, having already taken off her slightly thicker coat.

Then Yue Qingge's gaze remained fixed on that spot, following their rhythm, and never wavered.

Ning Rongrong was initially curious as to why Yue Qingge was so quiet today. Before, no matter what he did, he would always secretly squeeze her hand, or when no one was looking, his fingers would lightly brush against her slender legs. Today, however, he was unusually quiet, not even glancing at her. She slightly turned her head, following Yue Qingge's unwavering gaze. Ning Rongrong froze for a moment, instinctively looking down at her own two little pigeons nestled quietly there. Although they were much larger than three years ago, they were nothing compared to Tang Yuehua's voluptuous breasts.

An unnamed anger suddenly surged up from the bottom of my heart.

"She's such a dairy cow, doesn't she get tired carrying around those two lumps of meat all day?" The more she looked at it, the more jealous she became, her lips slightly pouting, and a hint of jealousy almost overflowed from her.

However, this had no effect on Qingge. He was so engrossed in watching that he didn't even notice that his sweet wife had turned into a jealous little pot.

Ning Rongrong's eyes darted around, and she quietly moved her fingers to Yue Qingge's waist, but did not pinch him.

Instead, she placed her cool little hand on his waist, her five fingers gently caressing his waist.

Yue Qingge was slightly startled by this sudden action, then mechanically turned her head to look at Ning Rongrong. She transmitted her voice, "Are you alright?"

Ning Rongrong's lips moved slightly: "Husband, as long as you like it."

However, those curved eyes clearly conveyed the words "settling scores later." Yue Qingge felt a chill run down her spine and could only turn away. Soon, Tang Yuehua's performance lesson ended.

As the last note faded into the air, she slowly placed her hands on the strings, pressing down the lingering sound.

Then she raised her peach blossom eyes and glared at Yue Qingge and Ning Rongrong.

Both of them felt a little guilty after being glared at. Yue Qingge coughed lightly, while Ning Rongrong silently withdrew her hand from his waist and lowered her head, pretending to examine her belt.

Tang Yuehua didn't say anything more. She stood up, clapped her hands lightly, and the crisp applause drew everyone's attention to her.

"Alright, that's all for today. You can practice on your own now and have some free time." With that, she sat back in her private recliner. She leaned back slightly, sinking her body into the soft cushions, and the snow rabbit settled comfortably beside her.

She would patiently answer any questions a student might ask her. Yue Qingge's gaze swept across the classroom, landing directly on Princess Xue Ke. He stood up, and Ning Rongrong quietly followed suit. Yue Qingge walked up to Xue Ke and bowed slightly, "Princess Xue Ke, may I introduce myself to your elder brother?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Ke raised her head. She had perfectly proportioned features and full lips.

What's most eye-catching is her neat, short, silver-white hair, and her bright, fox-like eyes, which, as they move, carry a natural charm and cunning.

She looked at Yue Qingge, and her eyes crinkled into a smile. "Sure."

Xue Ke closed the sheet music, rested her chin on her hand, and tilted her head to look at Yue Qingge, "But... when will Qingge be willing to be my tester?" Ning Rongrong immediately exploded.

"What are you talking about!" The smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by anger.

She instinctively took a step forward, blocking Yue Qingge's path, like a kitten guarding its food, its fur standing on end.

"This is my husband, I will never be your son-in-law!"

Princess Xueke glanced at her, a hint of disdain in her fox-like eyes. She stretched out her right hand and gestured something in the air.

"He's just a fiancé, nothing's settled yet." The implication was clear: they weren't married, and the outcome was uncertain. Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something in rebuttal. Seeing Ning Rongrong on the verge of tears, Yue Qingge quickly reached out and took her small hand.

Then he leaned down slightly and coaxed her softly.

"I love my Rongrong very much, how could I leave? I just have important business to attend to. Wait for me here for a moment, I'll be back soon." She took a deep breath, the anger on her face gradually fading, and she regained the composure and dignity of a well-bred young lady.

She raised her head, nodded slightly to Yue Qingge, and smiled gently: "Husband, please go and come back quickly."

"Ok."

Yue Qingge responded, released her hand, turned around and strode to Princess Xue Ke's side.

The students around had long been drawn to this scene, and even Tang Yuehua quietly sat up straight, her peach blossom eyes narrowing into slits.

Ning Rongrong stood there, watching Yue Qingge and Xue Ke walking side by side, chatting and laughing.

Chapter 128 See How I Deal with You

She felt a pang of unease, but she kept reassuring herself. He must have gone to see someone from the Heavenly Dou Empire to discuss something; he certainly wasn't going to be with Xue Ke. She repeated this to herself over and over. It really wasn't Xue Ke, but "Xue Qinghe."

After the two left Yuexuan, Xue Ke walked beside Yue Qingge with light steps, her short silver hair shimmering in the sunlight.

She turned her head to look at Yue Qingge and took the initiative to ask, "Young Master Yue, what brings you to see my brother?"

Yue Qingge looked straight ahead, trying to brush it off: "Some secrets that can't be told."

Xueke waited a moment, and seeing that he had no intention of continuing to speak, she let out a soft "humph" through her nose, with a hint of girlish coquettishness.

"You guys are so boring."

As she spoke, she quickened her pace, passed through the city gate, and entered the palace. Xue Ke walked in front, with Yue Qingge following behind, the two of them walking one after the other along the wide palace path.

As they reached a corner, a group of people slowly emerged.

The man in question was a young man with red hair and brocade robes, followed by seven or eight attendants.

The group of people blocked their path. "Hey, who's that?"

The man in red looked Yue Qingge up and down, his eyes scrutinizing her and harboring a hint of ill intent. "Fourth Sister, I've never seen you bring anyone here before. Where did you find them... Let your brother check them out for you?"

A flash of disgust crossed Xue Ke's eyes. Her brows furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her aura instantly turned cold: "This is my brother's friend. Are you sure you want to cause trouble here?"

Avalanche's outstretched finger froze in mid-air, his smile frozen on his face.

"Ha ha……

He chuckled twice, his voice noticeably weak. "So you're Big Brother's guest." He withdrew his fingers, rubbed them on the hem of his clothes, then stepped aside and gestured for him to leave. Most of the arrogance on his face had vanished, replaced by a forced politeness.

"I won't bother you any longer, lest it interfere with important matters."

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned and left, walking more than twice as fast as he had come.

The attendants behind them looked at each other in confusion and quickly followed. The group soon disappeared at the end of the palace road.

Xue Ke didn't glance at Xue Beng again, and continued walking forward with Yue Qingge. They wandered around, passing through one palace gate after another, and through one courtyard after another, finally arriving at Xue Qinghe's bedchamber.

The lintel of the sleeping quarters was carved with exquisite dragon patterns. A maidservant slowly emerged from behind the door, dressed in uniform palace attire, her hands folded in front of her, her posture respectful and humble.

"Fourth Princess,"

The maid bowed slightly to Xue Ke, "His Highness the Crown Prince is busy..." Xue Ke waved her hand, displaying the sharp edge of a princess: "Go and inform him that... a man with an ice bow has come to see him and has something to discuss." "This is a secret signal that Yue Qingge had agreed upon beforehand on the way, to prevent being stopped at the door."

The maid slightly raised her head, her gaze lingering on Yue Qingge's face for a moment before quickly looking down. Not daring to linger any longer, she hurriedly turned and entered the bedchamber. She passed through the front hall, went around the screen, and arrived at Xue Qinghe's desk. "Your Highness, someone has come outside. He says he is… the Ice Bow Man, and he has something to discuss with you."