A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 398: Return to the Outer Sect.

Li Feng ambled through the vibrant morning streets, stretching his arms and exhaling a deep, contented sigh. The sun's embrace felt invigorating against his skin, and his body thrummed with that satisfying exhaustion unique to a night spent thoroughly dominating a formidable woman until dawn.

He still found it somewhat unbelievable. A fairy of Foundation Establishment, Lan Suyao, had willingly surrendered to him, allowing him to possess her for hours on end. 'I knew it...' he mused, a smug grin spreading across his face as he clasped his hands behind his head. 'Foundation Establishment and Qi Refinement truly operate on entirely different planes when it comes to intimacy.' Her physique was undeniably exceptional. Impossibly firm, yet yielding, it welcomed his full form without hesitation. Her stamina was also prodigious; even after innumerable encounters, she could still tighten her core like a practiced courtesan, draining him with unnerving accuracy. And the way her typically cold, proud visage would dissolve into a tearful, subservient mess each time he filled her womb... The mere recollection caused his lower region to stir eagerly beneath his robes once more.

Beyond the incredible sensations, engaging in dual cultivation with such a potent woman offered tangible benefits. Li Feng examined his hands. As his cultivation advanced, his physique subtly transformed, losing its former bulk. His muscles had been compressed and refined into sleek, dense lines – clear and defined, like a slumbering dragon coiled beneath his skin, poised to unleash its power in an instant. 'But it seems dual cultivation with someone possessing a superior bloodline is significantly more effective, eh,' he pondered. Despite spending the entire night with Lan Suyao and even refining her primordial yin, his cultivation remained at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. He stood on the cusp of breaking through to the middle stage, but he was confident that if it had been with Yue Lan, he would have already achieved this milestone.

This reinforced a crucial understanding for him. The more stars he awakened within his Starforge physique, the more challenging it became for his cultivation to progress. This wasn't a conventional bottleneck, as his soul was already robust enough to ascend directly to the Golden Core realm when the opportune moment arrived. Instead, each new star dramatically expanded his body's capacity. The greater the 'space' he possessed, the more energy was required to saturate it. Naturally, the rewards were equally immense. Upon his eventual breakthrough, Li Feng would be considerably more formidable than ordinary cultivators at the same level, without even factoring in the supplementary power bestowed by his Starforge physique.

'Ah~ If I could fully heal Fen Ziyan's soul, awaken her latent physique, and establish her as my Dao companion... I would truly be invincible.' Li Feng could already envision the exponential surge in his power should that occur. The mere prospect of having a phoenix, both fiery and frigid, as his Dao companion sent a jolt of excitement through him.

Fueled by rising anticipation and eagerness to greet the proud, arrogant princess who awaited him, Li Feng surged towards the sect. At his current speed, the journey would be swift. Naturally, he had already conveyed a message to Wei Meilin via their spiritual connection, requesting she inform Yue Lan of his imminent return.

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Several hours later, Li Feng descended from the heavens like a searing meteor, touching down just outside the Outer Sect's main entrance. The guard disciples flinched in alarm, instinctively raising their weapons, as flight was exclusively the domain of Foundation Establishment cultivators. However, upon recognizing Li Feng's disciple badge, they collectively exhaled in relief, quickly followed by bewilderment. 'Why is a Foundation Establishment expert still adorned with an Outer Sect badge?'

Li Feng paid their stunned gazes no heed. He strode through the gates with an unhurried, confident swagger. Deliberately, he allowed a sliver of his Foundation Establishment aura to emanate, compelling nearby disciples to hastily part ways in awe and trepidation. Murmurs rippled through the crowd like a surge of water as several disciples identified him – the once infamously wealthy, middle-aged Outer Sect disciple.

'Isn't that... trash Li Feng?'

'He's flying now?! Wait, he's actually in Foundation Establishment?!'

'How is this even possible...'

Heeding their astonished whispers, a faint, proud smile graced Li Feng's lips. He sensed a few hostile or envious intentions within the throng, but dismissed them entirely. He was no longer the same weakling. His thoughts were already occupied with far more significant matters... primarily the beautiful, haughty princess awaiting him. With a heart brimming with excitement, Li Feng proceeded directly to his former residence.

With haste, he traversed the grounds of the Outer Sect, finally reaching the familiar, slightly rundown courtyard. A peculiar sense of nostalgia swiftly enveloped him. In less than a year, he felt he had transformed into someone entirely different. With a soft exhalation, he nudged the door open, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards the small courtyard... The once-familiar spot where Goldie used to stand watch was now devoid of presence. Li Feng swiftly dismissed the thought with a gentle smile, then proceeded to the main chamber, tapping on the door. He waited with anticipation, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, plotting a surprise for Fen Ziyan. However, after a period of quiet, he tilted his head in slight puzzlement. ‘Could she still be in meditation?’ He knocked again, this time with a bit more urgency. Yet, silence persisted. After several more insistent taps, the stark realization dawned upon him: he couldn't detect any life force within the room. A prickle of unease ran down his spine. Li Feng immediately shattered the door, crying out, "Senior!" The interior of the room was coated in dust and unnervingly still, though a subtle, elegant scent reminiscent of Fen Ziyan lingered faintly. Li Feng rapidly surveyed the confined space, his movements a blur. She was nowhere to be found. His chest felt heavy with a sudden dread. "Ah... perhaps she is still at the training hall," he uttered, attempting to soothe his own frayed nerves. After all, Fen Ziyan had been diligently honing her physical body ever since her cultivation advancement stalled. It was entirely plausible she had gone there before dawn. Just as he prepared to depart in search of her at the training hall, his gaze landed upon something resting on the bed... It was a small, meticulously folded letter.