A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 375: Wei Meilin’s Capableness (7)

’Another couple more sessions, and her soul should be capable of holding one more star.’

Li Feng mused as he got back to his feet.

His plan was to assist her in reaching Foundation Establishment by day’s end, allowing her to dedicate more effort to his objectives.

He gave the inviting peach-like backside a firm smack and issued a casual command:

"You must have felt the boost in your cultivation and soul. If you desire more… then move."

Wei Meilin, still caught in the lingering afterglow, shivered.

She had indeed sensed the shifts in herself… and an undeniable craving for that intoxicating, drug-like bliss surfaced.

Slowly, she attempted to rise, but every slight movement sent waves of pleasure through her, rendering her unable to stand steadily.

While she struggled to regain control, Li Feng completely disrobed himself.

Noticing the mature beauty still trembling and finding it difficult, he bent down, turned her around, and lifted her effortlessly.

He slung her over his shoulder as if she were a common sack of grain.

His large hand squeezed her firm, supple backside while his gaze drifted towards Yue Lan, who was happily admiring her reflection in her new lace attire.

Li Feng’s lips curved into a smile at the pleasing sight, but his immediate focus was on Wei Meilin.

He knew he could savor Yue Lan’s company later… whenever the mood struck him.

After all, they were bonded as Dao companions.

"Lan’er, I will be helping her break through in the back chamber for a short while."

Upon hearing his declaration, Yue Lan turned and offered a gentle nod and smile.

"Go ahead."

With that, Li Feng carried the unclothed, mature lady into the small resting area adjoining the main chamber.

This was a space Wei Meilin typically used for brief respites during her duties.

Upon reaching the bed, he unceremoniously dropped her onto the soft mattress.

Her luscious form bounced invitingly as he followed her down onto the bed.

Before long, the confined space was filled with Wei Meilin’s uninhibited moans of ecstasy.

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Some time later,

Li Feng reclined languidly, his head resting on one arm, enjoying the spectacle of Wei Meilin moving atop him.

Her dark, flowing hair had come completely loose, obscuring her face as she engaged in the cowgirl position.

The scarlet lingerie set still adorned her, its fabric now slick with perspiration.

Her eyes were clouded with rapture, a trickle of saliva escaping her slightly parted lips as she placed her hands on his chest, her full hips moving in a steady, rhythmic cadence.

The thick, intoxicating aroma of their intertwined bodies, accompanied by the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, permeated the small room.

"Haa~ This is quite blissful," Li Feng sighed contentedly, reveling in both her skillful movements and the captivating sight of the mature beauty lost in her own pleasure.

Throughout these intense sessions assisting her breakthrough, he had stumbled upon a remarkable discovery.

The synergy between his Soul Purification and Dual Cultivation arts yielded a potent and intriguing effect.

Soul Purification induced overwhelming ecstasy while purifying her spirit, whereas Dual Cultivation revitalized and bolstered her physical form.

Currently, Wei Meilin was enveloped by profound pleasure, assailing both her body and soul.

Her mind and body felt completely drained yet paradoxically energized.

She had transformed into a complete, exquisite disarray… and Li Feng found himself enthralled by it.

Observing his prominent endowment disappear and reappear within her depths, he couldn’t help but feel an immense sense of fortune in making her his first.

’Hehe, perhaps it was truly destiny for her to belong to me.’

The instant this thought formed, Li Feng’s expression contorted with intense pleasure.

"O-Oh~…" he groaned deeply, releasing himself within her.

"Ahh…~!"

Wei Meilin’s body stiffened mid-thrust before convulsing violently.

Her back arched sharply, her head tilting backward as a piercing cry erupted from her lips.

Her once-hazy violet eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing as though struggling for breath.

An overwhelming surge of power coursed through her being, both physical and spiritual, reducing her consciousness to pure white.

And just like that, Wei Meilin successfully advanced to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Ahh… Haa…."

As she reveled in her newfound power, a lewd smile spread across Li Feng’s face.

He could distinctly feel the internal transformation through his connection, her inner channels becoming more receptive and tender as they constricted around and drew out the last remnants of his essence.

A few minutes later, Wei Meilin's arched form finally sagged, becoming still.

She collapsed onto his chest, her breathing labored.

"Hehe, congratulations on your breakthrough," Li Feng murmured softly, his hands gently caressing her full, attractive cheeks, which now felt even plumper and firmer than before.

Wei Meilin rested her flushed face against his solid chest, her breathing ragged as her senses gradually returned.

…However, instead of the anticipated demanding request for more, a soft sob escaped her lips.

"Hic… Hic…"

Li Feng blinked in surprise as he felt the warmth of her tears soaking into his skin.

"Eh?"

He could tell without a doubt that she was genuinely weeping.

A tremor of unease entered his voice.

"W-What is it?"

He ceased his caresses of her rear and attempted to lift her, suspecting an issue with her breakthrough, but Wei Meilin only clung to him more fiercely, pressing her ample form flush against his.

"I-I am alright... I am simply... exceedingly happy..." Wei Meilin stammered, her voice faltering.

She pressed her face closer against his chest, a torrent of memories overwhelming her.

Tears continued to stream down her face, moistening his skin.

Throughout her entire existence, her value had been dictated by her kin.

Each smile was a strategic maneuver.

Every utterance, every movement... she was compelled to be flawless, lest she be cast aside.

To be a woman of beauty without influence in this world was to court disaster.

She had navigated each day with intricate planning and precarious caution, perpetually anxious about the consequences should her defenses falter.

Had she never encountered Li Feng, she possessed absolute certainty regarding her bleak destiny... either to become an 'absent' matriarch of the Wei clan or to be surrendered as a diplomatic token to some formidable power by her own family.

Either fate would have been a cruel fate, surpassing even death.

Even when she initially consented to yield to Li Feng, her expectations extended no further than accepting the lesser of profound evils.

However, the reality had unfolded in a starkly contrary fashion.

Regardless of Li Feng’s lecherous disposition, she had endured nothing beyond a delightful exhaustion in their intimate moments.

Conversely, he bestowed upon her a sense of security, solace, bliss... and on this day, he had granted her genuine strength... a power she had deemed unattainable within this lifetime.

"Hic... Master... my gratitude..." she choked out between gasping sobs, her voice hoarse and quivering. "Thank you for... for deeming me worthy..."

Perceiving her desolate cries and unsteady tone, Li Feng’s customary suggestive smirk gradually subsided.

For a fleeting instant, his expression softened.

With a tender exhalation, he enfolded her completely in his arms.

One hand cradled the nape of her head while the other descended along her spine, tracing the graceful contours of her back.

On occasion, the profundity of silence superseded spoken words.

He simply held her, permitting this habitually calculating woman to unburden the entirety of her long-suppressed emotions.

And in response to this unforeseen tenderness, Wei Meilin’s frame quivered uncontrollably.

Her violet irises misted over, tears swiftly gathering and cascading down her heated cheeks.

A dense knot formed in her throat, constricting her with sentiments she had harbored for untold years.

She pressed her face deeper into his chest, clinging to him with all her might as the initial sob escaped her lips.

Presently, the confined chamber once more resonated with Wei Meilin’s profound, heartfelt weeping.

But this time, the sounds were not those of carnal ecstasy.

They were the uninhibited, resonant cries of profound relief and overwhelming jubilation...

...the auditory testament of a woman who had finally discovered her genuine liberation from the oppressive chains of her past existence.