A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 397: Preparation to Depart

Captain Shan's eyes widened in astonishment, his jaw slackening as he gazed upon the City Lord.

"Two days?" he echoed, finding it hard to believe the sudden timeline.

However, the stark, unyielding gaze from Lan Suyao left no room for argument. Captain Shan hesitated for only a moment before clasping his fists once more.

"As you command, City Lord."

His eyes darted uneasily towards Li Feng, who beamed as if the circumstances were entirely normal.

Unbelievably, that lecherous alchemist dared to casually rest a hand on Lan Suyao's shoulder right before him.

"Will... Alchemist Li be accompanying us?" Captain Shan inquired, his voice laced with caution.

Lan Suyao gave a nod.

"Li Feng will join us. His alchemical expertise might prove beneficial in our investigation of the plague."

Upon hearing this, Captain Shan bowed deeply.

Despite the confusion and a flicker of doubt clouding his expression, he understood that sometimes, feigning ignorance was the wiser course of action.

"Understood. I shall make all the necessary preparations at once."

With that, he turned and exited the chamber.

The instant the door clicked shut behind Captain Shan, a brief silence descended, lasting only a heartbeat.

Li Feng's hand, which had been on her shoulder, sinfully traveled downward, cupping one of her substantial breasts through the fine fabric of her robes.

He gave the soft flesh a firm squeeze, a wicked grin stretching across his face.

"Two days?" he chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle her earlobe. "My gratitude for your consideration, Senior Lan."

This plan had, in fact, been discussed between them earlier... with Li Feng slated to join her on the expedition.

For one, he harbored a genuine desire to probe the situation within the Fen Dynasty, seeking any link to Fen Ziyan's Calamity.

Should a connection be found, he aimed to resolve it before the situation escalated beyond control.

Secondly, he harbored some concern for Lan Suyao's well-being.

Despite their recent night of dual cultivation and passionate intimacy, her soul had only recuperated to roughly seventy percent.

While not life-threatening, she remained noticeably more vulnerable than usual.

Li Feng viewed this journey as a dual opportunity: to aid this beautiful woman in her recovery and to gain deeper insight into the crisis.

As for the slight delay in their departure, he wished to make a swift return to his sect first.

His intention was to attempt Soul Purification on Fen Ziyan.

The mere thought of acquiring another substantial surge of favor points upon resolving her spiritual affliction brought a satisfied smile to Li Feng's lips.

His hand continued its ministrations on the smooth, yielding softness of Lan Suyao's breast as he reveled in the intimate moment.

Lan Suyao, outwardly unfazed by his wandering hand beneath her robe, regarded him calmly, her expression serene.

"You should conclude your affairs first, and then we shall depart."

Noticing her cool, detached demeanor, Li Feng's grin widened with mischief.

His fingers located her peak, lightly pinching the already hardened bud through the silk.

"Mhmm..."

A soft, stifled gasp escaped Lan Suyao's lips as his fingers playfully rolled her sensitive nipple through the delicate material.

Her composed facade crumbled instantly.

"...You are utterly incorrigible," she whispered, her voice raspy, feeling his yang-infused touch bypass her emotional defenses once more.

Li Feng let out a soft laugh.

He drew her up from the chair, spun her around, and pressed her gently against the desk.

With practiced grace, he lifted her elegant robes, exposing her damp nether lips, still slick from their prior encounter.

His eyes gleamed with wicked delight at the uninhibited sight of the usually dignified City Lord.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, and gave her breasts a final, firm squeeze before pulling away.

"Very well, I shall see you in two days."

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Once Li Feng had departed, Lan Suyao released a long, drawn-out sigh, her gaze falling to her still-dripping entrance.

She had applied cleansing charms multiple times, yet the potent essence showed no sign of receding.

Suddenly, a daring notion took root in her mind.

'What if I were to absorb it?'

She recalled the arcane methods employed by certain Cultivation Families to retain potent cultivator seed within the women of their lineage.

Without a moment's hesitation, she retrieved a sealing talisman.

Though not identical to those favored by those clans, its function would be the same.

Lifting her shapely, toned legs, she positioned the talisman directly above her core and activated it.

A soft luminescence flared as the talisman sealed everything within her womb.

A contented smile graced her lips.

She lowered her legs and moved towards a side table, where a set of black lingerie lay waiting.

Li Feng had insisted she wear it from that point forward, but she hadn't yet found the opportune moment to do so.

However, she had taken only a few steps when she abruptly halted.

One hand instinctively moved to press against her lower abdomen as a profound, fiery warmth spread through her entire body.

The warm, viscous fluid Li Feng had deposited within her was now completely contained, still lingering... and she could distinctly feel its presence sloshing around.

With even the slightest movement, it shifted and churned heavily inside her womb and down her intimate passage.

The sensation was intensely sensual... a persistent, sticky testament to how completely he had possessed her mere moments ago.

Her lower lip was bitten, her normally composed facade cracking as a soft, involuntary sound of distress escaped her.

"...This fiendish man," she whispered, the words barely audible.

Her long, elegant legs involuntarily pressed together, a reaction that only amplified the overwhelming sensation.

A peculiar blend of humiliation and a startling, illicit pleasure began to unfurl within her.

'How utterly brazen... to move about with another man's essence sealed within my depths like this.'

Lan Suyao had never envisioned such a circumstance befalling her.

She meticulously adjusted her fine robes, ensuring not a single indication of the recent events was apparent.

Following this, she donned the uniquely designed black undergarments.

To her own surprise, the intimate apparel proved far more comfortable than she had anticipated.

Her ample bosom felt remarkably lighter and was held securely.

After striking a few stances before the looking glass, Lan Suyao finally stood tall, her usual distant and noble demeanor fully reasserted, and she exited the chamber with measured, elegant strides.

...The truth, known only to her, was that with every step she traversed within the City Lord's sprawling estate... the thick, potent essence from Li Feng remained firmly sealed within her womb, constantly caressing and undulating against her most sensitive core.

The overwhelming carnal sensation accompanied her at every turn.

Yet, as she passed by attending staff and patrolling guards, no one detected any deviation from the norm.

The proud, unattainable City Lord Lan Suyao still presented an image of unwavering coldness and regal bearing.