A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 604: The Dao Is Boundless, So Is Dual Cultivation!

The next day.

When morning light finally filtered through the wooden house, Purple Death was already properly dressed.

Right now, her robes were neat.

The cold, sharp air she usually wore had returned to her face... except it was not quite the same, as a rosy blush sat high on her cheeks.

Her skin looked brighter, almost luminous, as if the long night had not drained her but left her full of vitality instead.

She looked at her own hand, which was filled with renewed strength, and she could even feel that her cultivation had increased significantly.

Purple Death stared at her palm for several seconds.

Then her expression filled with disbelief.

"...This is ridiculous."

She clenched her fist.

"How did my cultivation increase this much?"

She could feel it without any doubt.

And all she had done was spread her legs and let that shameless man put her into every humiliating position he wanted.

Even though this wasn’t the first time she had dual cultivated with him, she still felt a surge of disbelief every time they finished.

The results were simply too exaggerated.

And at that moment, a pair of warm, bare arms slid around her from behind.

Li Feng was still completely naked as he hugged her from behind.

His muscular chest pressed against her back, solid and heated, as if he had no intention of putting on a single piece of clothing.

One arm locked around her waist.

The other slipped shamelessly into her robes, diving straight into her cleavage, and immediately had his palm close over her bare, soft breast.

His palm immediately overflowed with that amazing soft flesh at once.

He squeezed once, slow and greedy, thumb brushing over the tight peak as if it belonged to him.

His chin rested on her shoulder.

His voice was lazy, pleased, and far too close to her ear.

"Ahh~ I never get tired of this. Oh, Purple Death... why is your body so beautiful and so sinful~"

Purple Death’s breath caught as almost a gasp escaped her.

"Li Feng—!"

Her hand shot down, grabbing his wrist through the fabric.

The other came up at once and shoved at his cheek, trying to push that shameless face away from her neck.

With a reddened face, she scolded him angrily, feeling that thick and hot length grinding against her rear.

"Y-You...! Haven’t you had enough!? We’ve been doing it almost two days straight now! No matter what, there is always a limit to everything!"

They really had been indulging in each other’s mortal flesh without even a single break.

All she could recall now was a blurry period of time... sometimes she was beneath him with her legs draped over his shoulders, other times she was positioned above him, her hands braced against his chest, her body moving with or without her conscious will.

The memory alone made her ears burn.

At those words, Li Feng did not look ashamed.

He only smiled against the hand pushing his face away, completely unfazed by her glare.

"A limit?" he murmured.

Then his expression suddenly became serious.

The lazy teasing disappeared from his face, replaced by the solemn look of a man about to lecture on the mysteries of the heavens.

"Purple Death," he said quietly, "you are thinking too narrowly."

Purple Death stared at him suspiciously.

Li Feng continued with complete seriousness.

"Cultivation is the pursuit of the Dao. The Dao is boundless. So if the Dao itself has no limits, then placing a limit on dual cultivation would go against its very nature."

He paused, watching her carefully before continuing.

"Yin and Yang need to circulate smoothly and naturally. If we stop halfway, the gathered energy could become unstable and damage your meridians. We need to continue until the energy is completely settled."

Purple Death’s eyes narrowed.

"...Why do I feel like you are just using the Dao to justify being a shameless pervert?"

Li Feng shook his head and smiled.

"Tch, tch. Oh, Purple Death, you shouldn’t be too naive. The Dao encompasses all things."

His expression remained solemn.

"Therefore, anything that helps us pursue the Dao cannot truly be considered shameless."

Purple Death’s expression twitched.

"That makes absolutely no sense."

Li Feng smiled.

"It makes perfect sense."

"No, it doesn’t."

"It does if you cultivate with me."

She immediately pushed his face away again.

"...Shameless."

Li Feng laughed.

"Yet your cultivation improved tremendously."

Purple Death fell silent as that was the most irritating part.

He was actually right.

Li Feng looked at her expression and smiled.

"See? Even the results agree with me."

"...I hate you."

"You don’t."

"I do."

"You’ll forget that soon. Ah... it seems I have to make sure you understand the Dao more!"

With that, he licked his lips and started pulling her robe down.

Purple Death’s face reddened as she panicked.

"Wait! Wait! I understand! I already understand the Dao! There is no need— Li Feng!"

She caught the front of her robe before it could slip any lower, fingers tight, face burning.

If they started again now, she knew exactly what would happen.

She would not leave this wooden house.

Not in an hour, not by noon... Perhaps not even by nightfall.

Once Li Feng got that look in his eyes, time stopped meaning anything.

These almost two days had already proven it.

Even if dual cultivation benefited her greatly, her body was already packed with pure energy.

It sat heavy in her meridians, bright and restless, waiting to be refined.

If she did not sit down and properly digest it, all that gain would turn sloppy and... wasteful.

As a cultivator, Purple Death understood one simple principle.

No resource should ever be wasted, especially not one this valuable.

If they continued now, it would no longer be considered cultivation. It would simply be mortal pleasure... indulgence.

Shameless, sticky, endless indulgence, and she would be unable to concentrate on absorbing that pure energy.

"My body is full!" she said, her voice low and hurried. "The energy is still sitting inside me. If you push more in before I refine it, it’ll go to waste...!"

Purple Death’s eyes suddenly flashed.

"Oh, right!"

She hurriedly added, "As cultivators, wasting such a precious resource is absolutely taboo! Even the Dao itself would not be pleased by such waste!"

Li Feng paused.

He hadn’t expected his own words to be used against him.

Then he sighed.

A long, reluctant sigh, as though the heavens themselves had personally asked him to endure some great hardship.

He did not, however, take his hand out of her robe.

His palm stayed warm against her bare breast, fingers still curved around that soft weight, as though relenting and letting go were two completely different things.

Then he smiled.

"Fine. Your words make sense."

Purple Death blinked.

"...They do?"

"They do." Li Feng nodded with dignity. "Wasting such a... precious heavenly treasure of mine would be an insult to the Dao. This daddy can be reasonable."

She stared at him, surprised.

She knew how relentless he became the moment mortal indulgence was involved.

For him to stop this easily was almost suspicious.

"Then... you’ll stop?"

"I’ll stop," he said. "On one condition. Do me one favor, and I won’t drag you back onto that bed."

Purple Death nodded hurriedly before she had time to think.

"What is it?"

Li Feng grinned.

He leaned closer and turned his cheek toward her, his eyes curving with open mischief.

"Kiss me."

In his mind, this was already a win.

With Purple Death’s usual attitude, he expected her to freeze.

Her face would turn red, and she would glare at him in embarrassment.

Maybe she would hesitate, shove him away, and mutter something cold before finally giving him a stiff, reluctant peck.

That little moment of panic, that tiny crack in her normally icy expression, was the fun part.

He waited for it.

...but it never came.

Purple Death simply leaned forward and kissed him.

There was no hesitation, no trembling, and no embarrassed glare.

She just kissed him.

The kiss was brief and firm, yet unexpectedly tender.

"...!"

Li Feng’s eyes widened slightly.

For once, the shameless man was the one caught completely off guard.