A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 664: The Verdict

Right now, Li Feng felt so good that his heart pounded frantically in his chest.

His little brother practically hardened more than it ever had before, thick and throbbing deep inside her as if it were trying to grow even bigger.

Every tight squeeze from her insides only made it worse, the wet wriggling flesh wrapping around him so perfectly that his hips jerked harder on their own.

Soon, Li Feng, who was already moving roughly, felt a wave of tingle run up his spine.

His peak was coming fast, and the feeling made him thrust even harder and faster, hips slamming forward without pause.

Below him, Meng Wan’s face was already melted from the pleasure of having her insides stretched so much.

A thin strand of drool slipped from the corner of her lips as she looked up at him with soft, unfocused eyes.

She could feel him swelling even thicker inside her, the wet heat pulsing harder with every deep push, and she knew he was about to ejaculate.

"Haa~... ahh~... Li Feng..."

Her soft moan came out between the wet sounds of their bodies, one hand still gently stroking his head while her legs kept moving up and down in the air.

At that moment, Li Feng suddenly buried himself as deep as he could, and came hard inside her.

A rough, broken groan escaped out of his throat as thick pulses of hot viscous liquid flooded her womb.

"Ughhh...! Haa... Mother!"

Meng Wan’s mouth and eyes widened at the same time.

She could felt the thick, viscous liquid pooling hot inside her, filling her deeper with every pulse.

"Ahh~... so hot... so full..."

Her breath came out shaky and hot against his neck.

Even then she kept caressing his hair, fingers gently running through it as she soothed him in a soft, warm voice.

"There, there... good boy. Let it all out. Mother’s here..."

She stayed beneath him, one hand still gently stroking his hair while her legs trembled in the air and her body rocked with every heavy pulse.

Li Feng felt the motherly warmth mixing with the pleasure still pouring out of his little brother.

His breathing turned rough and uneven as something deep inside him seemed to break.

He leaned down even more and pulled her soft, voluptuous body tightly against his larger frame, arms wrapping around her as if he never wanted to let go.

"Haa... haa... Mother..."

He murmured the word between each rough breath, still buried deep and still releasing.

A thick, viscous flood kept filling her while her fingers moved slowly through his hair.

Meng Wan simply smiled and held him close, her body rocking lightly with the last of his releases.

Soon...

....the quiet room held only the soft sound of her fingers in his hair, the occasional wet shift of their joined bodies, and Li Feng’s murmured breaths.

It was a peaceful yet twisted sight—a "Mother" comforting her "Child" while he remained buried inside her, his seed still slowly flooding her womb as she stroked his hair the way a mother soothes her child.

Neither of them moved.

They simply stayed like that, letting the lingering heat and closeness settle between them.

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Some time later, morning finally arrived at the Autumn Pavilion.

The first rays of sunlight shone through the windows, illuminating the auction hall, where a large number of people were still waiting.

Despite having spent the entire night there, none of them dared to leave.

After all, the person they were waiting for was none other than the Righteous Sword, Li Feng!

Who would dare to leave before he returned?

However, as the hours passed and there was still no sign of him, some of the cultivators began to grow impatient.

"Good grief! What exactly is the Righteous Sword doing? It’s already morning!"

An older cultivator rubbed his tired eyes, looking utterly exhausted.

He had been among those seriously injured during the previous night’s attack, and his wounds had yet to heal.

After spending the entire night waiting in the auction hall without proper rest, even sitting upright had become uncomfortable.

"Can’t he at least come back and tell us what’s going on?" he muttered, wincing as he shifted his weight.

Another cultivator beside him sighed.

"Be patient. The Righteous Sword must have his reasons."

But then, a soft voice broke the silence.

"...Could he have forgotten that we’re still here?"

"..."

The entire auction hall fell silent.

Several cultivators exchanged uneasy glances, clearly thinking the same thing but unwilling to say it aloud.

After all, it wasn’t as though they could simply leave.

The Righteous Sword had saved their lives, and they still hadn’t properly thanked him.

But waiting an entire night without even a word was beginning to test their patience.

"Keep your voice down!" someone immediately warned the speaker. "Do you want to offend the Righteous Sword?"

The cultivator who had spoken shrank back and quickly shook his head.

"N-No! I didn’t mean it that way!"

He glanced around nervously before lowering his voice to a whisper.

"I was just wondering..."

Just as the cultivator was about to explain himself, a calm voice suddenly rang out from above.

"Thank you all for your patience. I apologize for keeping everyone waiting for so long!"

The moment they heard that familiar voice, everyone in the auction hall looked up.

Standing at the staircase was Li Feng, the Righteous Sword himself.

He descended the stairs at an unhurried pace, wearing his usual composed expression, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened during the night.

Beside him walked Matriarch Meng Wan.

She was as graceful and beautiful as ever, her mature features carrying their usual elegance.

Her clothes were neat, her expression composed, and her steps unhurried.

There was not the slightest hint that anything unusual had happened between the two of them.

"It’s the Righteous Sword!"

"He’s finally back!"

The waiting cultivators immediately perked up, relief spreading across their faces.

Seeing their expressions, Li Feng smiled faintly.

"I’m sure everyone has been exhausted after last night’s incident. Well, I don’t want to waste any more of your time!"

He paused, allowing his gaze to sweep across the gathered cultivators.

Then, he slowly clenched his right fist, his expression growing solemn.

"After spending the entire night questioning witnesses, examining the evidence, and investigating the events surrounding the attack, I’ve finally reached a conclusion!"

The auction hall gradually fell silent.

Li Feng took a deep breath before suddenly waving his hand high into the air-

"The Meng Family is innocent!"

He declared the verdict with absolute conviction, his robes fluttering as though his words alone had stirred a powerful gust of wind.