A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 573: Left Behind.

"...They left? Why would they leave me here?"

He couldn’t imagine them abandoning him here and returning to the sect.

Fen Ling lifted her teacup again, took a small sip, then began explaining.

"After everything was over, Leng Qianxue and I finished some business of ours and came back to the capital."

She glanced at his face and added lightly,

"Ah... judging by your expression, you already know who Leng Qianxue is."

Li Feng’s eye twitched slightly at the name, but he didn’t interrupt.

"When we arrived, we found you unconscious in Yue Lan’s arms and Lan Suyao was there as well," Fen Ling continued.

"Leng Qianxue noticed something was wrong with Lan Suyao almost immediately, so she took her back to the sect without delay. But not just that, she also noticed something about Yue Lan... and decided to take her back too."

She paused, then gave a small, somewhat helpless smile.

"Of course, Yue Lan was very reluctant to leave you. But..." Fen Ling cleared her throat lightly. "Leng Qianxue threatened to break your bones if she didn’t return. So Yue Lan eventually agreed."

Hearing all of that, Li Feng’s eye twitched.

"...That damn barbarian elder."

Fen Ling’s smile remained elegant as she continued without missing a beat.

"Of course, they weren’t abandoning you," she said.

"Leng Qianxue told me that you would handle the aftermath of what happened here as the Envoy of the Azure Moon Sect... until the sect sends someone else to take charge."

She set her teacup down lightly.

"In other words, for the time being, the matters of the Fen Dynasty’s recovery and the remaining loose ends fall under your responsibility as the representative from the sect."

Hearing all that, Li Feng felt both helpless and irritated.

That barbaric elder had casually dragged Yue Lan away, and for what? If she wanted to take back her disciple, fine... but why steal his Dao companion along with her?

The more he thought about it, the darker his expression became.

Combined with the fact that his little brother was still stubbornly standing at full attention with no intention of calming down, his mood only worsened.

His face had just turned completely dark when Fen Ling’s soft voice drifted over from the side.

"...Do you need me to help relieve your yang?"

Li Feng’s face snapped toward her in clear surprise.

Fen Ling only smiled casually, as if she had just offered him a cup of tea rather than something far more improper.

"Well, I know how powerful your vitality is," she said lightly. "It probably isn’t a pleasant feeling being pent up like that. It’s partly my fault too for not being able to keep Yue Lan here, so..."

She didn’t get to finish.

The moment those words left her mouth, Li Feng immediately scraped his chair over with a sharp noise and leaned forward, eyes burning with desperate sincerity.

"Please! Your Majesty, you are truly my savior! I really feel like I’m dying!"

At those exaggerated words, Fen Ling shook her head slightly at his eagerness and let out a soft sigh.

She set the teacup down on the table, then reached toward the heavily pitched tent without any particular hesitation.

Her movements were neat and elegant, as if she were handling something far less absurd than the current situation.

With a few skillful motions, she freed it from the robe.

Li Feng sucked in a sharp breath as his battle-hardened little brother finally popped free into the open air.

Then Fen Ling’s crimson eyes lowered.

For a moment, she simply looked at the huge, almost grotesque thing with clear interest, her elegant expression carrying a trace of amusement mixed with appraisal.

’...Even seeing it again, it really is this huge.’

The thought passed quietly through Fen Ling’s mind as her cool, soft hand reached out and wrapped around it.

The contrast was immediate... her palm was smooth and cool, while the thing in her grasp burned with heat.

"Ohhh~..."

Li Feng let out a low groan at once.

The cool sensation against that overheated hardness made his shoulders tense, a rough breath escaping him as the sudden relief mixed with sharp stimulation.

Fen Ling, however, looked completely at ease.

Then her soft hand began moving with casualness, stroking him in steady, unhurried motions.

There was nothing flustered or hurried about it as her grip adjusted naturally around the thick heat in her palm, fingers gliding along the shaft with a smooth rhythm that made the already stiff length twitch in response.

At the same time, her other hand reached for the teacup on the table as if this were nothing more than an ordinary afternoon conversation.

She lifted it with elegant composure and took a light sip, crimson eyes calm over the rim of the cup, while her other hand continued working him beneath the table’s edge without the slightest change in expression.

The soft fragrance of incense, the quiet clink of porcelain, and the lewd, wet-sounding friction of her palm moving over him mixed together in the refined room in a way that felt almost absurdly mismatched.

Li Feng’s breathing slowly grew heavier as he thought inwardly.

’Damn... I didn’t know a hand could actually be this good!’

He was really surprised.

Li Feng momentarily forgot that as a powerful cultivator, Fen Ling could easily sense the subtle reactions of a body... the places that tensed too quickly, the points that made the breath hitch, the spots where pleasure gathered the sharpest.

Her cool fingers adjusted without the slightest hesitation, shifting pressure and angle with expert precision.

When his length twitched harder under a particular stroke, she lingered there just long enough before changing rhythm again, keeping the stimulation tight and controlled rather than rushing it.

Even while casually sipping her tea, her hand continued working him with that same refined accuracy, every movement deliberate, every adjustment exact, as though handling his overstimulated body was no more difficult than guiding spiritual energy through a familiar technique.

Slowly, Li Feng’s face was already filled with desire as he looked at the calm, mature woman beside him.

His gaze inevitably dropped to the deep cleavage before him, where her full large chest strained against the imperial robe with every slight movement, the soft curves rising and falling at a leisurely pace that only made the sight more distracting.

A glint flashed through his eyes.

Slowly, he reached out and wrapped one arm around her waist.

The moment his hand settled there, he felt the delicate softness of her figure beneath the fabric... narrow, warm, and far more supple than her composed presence suggested.

His fingers pressed in lightly, openly enjoying the soft feel of her waist.

But Fen Ling only smiled after feeling that sneaky hand.

She glanced down at the arm now around her waist, then unhurriedly set her teacup back on the table.

At the same time, the cool hand still wrapped around his little brother slowed its movements, drawing the stimulation out rather than letting it peak.

Only then did she speak, her voice soft and sly.

"By the way, Envoy Li... what exactly happened inside the capital?"

Her crimson eyes rested on him with quiet interest.

"From what we gathered... it seems it was largely related to you."

Li Feng’s hand, which had been slowly moving upward from her waist and was just brushing against the soft warmth underside of those large breasts, paused at the question.