Chapter 316: What Is My Mr.'s Name

That night, the two of them went to the extreme of madness, nearly insatiable in their demands.

Because Ye Tinglan had originally thought she was merely indulging him, that aside from pain she would feel nothing else, completely sacrificing herself to satisfy her lover's desires... but when the moment arrived, she discovered she was also becoming comfortable.

And increasingly so...

Coupled with that psychological experience of being conquered and ravaged, the flavor was truly hard to describe; compared to the previous embraces, kisses, or plain intimacy, it was simply not the same concept.

The Holy Lord, my lord, actually slowly began to become intoxicated. When he leaned down to kiss her neck, she even turned her head to seek his kiss, panting and whispering: "Lu Xingzhou... Lu Xingzhou..."

Lu Xingzhou: "..."

Originally, doing this was due to his own little temper, but when the moment arrived, he felt a bit of pity, worrying somewhat that she might be uncomfortable, not daring to use too much force, and even secretly casting a water-element technique... only to discover she actually quite enjoyed it.

This Mr. seemed to be slightly into that... she seemed to like it even more.

His heart relaxed, and he let go completely.

The Holy Lord's, my lord's, whispers had become incoherent, intermittent and chaotic, his mind muddled, lost in confusion.

She felt that now she was truly a small boat, rocking in a violent storm, being driven at will into various shapes.

For instance, both her hands were pulled behind her by him, with no support at all...

There was a sense of humiliation, yet it was very special, as if she had handed over all subjective initiative.

For a man, this sense of conquest seemed even more intense than normal.

Thinking that this person was the number one under heaven, the Holy Lord of the world's strongest Xian Sect, his "PhD supervisor," the elder sister of his white moonlight... with those buffs stacking wildly, Lu Xingzhou felt that if there were a mirror before him, he would likely see his own eyes turning red.

Aside from the psychological experience, this dual cultivation effect, though not comparable to true primal yin, far surpassed the previous breath-transferring via lips and tongue; they were not on the same level.

Not long after activating the dual cultivation technique, he already felt a slight progress in his third grade cultivation that he had just broken through.

Body refreshed, mind refreshed, and able to cultivate; no wonder practices like those of the Nymph and Harmony fell into such obsession; who wouldn't be addicted to this...

At least in this very moment, Lu Xingzhou was utterly addicted, knowing no fatigue.

When it reached a pause, the two rested embracing from behind, and neither actually left.

Ye Tinglan lay on her side, staring blankly at the gauze curtain ahead, feeling his embrace from behind, completely unaware of what she was thinking.

After a long while, she actually said: "You... must not become addicted to dual cultivation. Although this matter, unlike the evil art of essence-stealing, does not cause chaotic impure qi and counts as the orthodox method of Daoist yin-yang mutual advancement, it is inevitable to cause weak willpower, making one only want to rely on such things; in the long run, it is not good for cultivation."

Lu Xingzhou was too lazy to care about her motherly preaching, and with one hand, he applied slight force to the Tianyao Peak that he could not fully grasp.

Ye Tinglan let out a muffled groan: "You, you..."

"But I want to dual cultivate tonight." Lu Xingzhou whispered into her ear: "Will Mr. allow it?"

Ye Tinglan said this with her mouth, but in truth, how could she not savor the feelings just now? Her pretty face grew hot, and she simply dared not turn to look at him, responding in a low voice: "Allow."

A simple word seemed to inject endless vitality into the man.

Just like that, lying on their sides, a new round of conquest began.

Ye Tinglan bit her own finger, feeling she had gone mad; clearly, earlier she had been overflowing with maternal instinct, liking the way he acted like a little puppy, yet now she was instead falling for his domineering side.

Turning the world upside down!

On closer thought, it seemed she had never changed; all along, what she wanted seemed to be just one person who could let her rely on him.

Aside from insufficient cultivation, he was perfect in every other way. Even in cultivation, he was now catching up in great strides.

Perhaps one day, she could announce to anyone: Yes, I am his woman.

Rather than hiding and shrouding, agonizing over whether others were guessing she was keeping a little puppy as a lover.

As if by telepathy, just as she thought this, his questioning voice came to her ear: "Who are you?"

Ye Tinglan knew what he meant; feeling somewhat ashamed, she deliberately said: "I am your Mr."

His movements intensified; Ye Tinglan almost cried out, then heard him continue asking: "My Mr.... then what is your name?"

Ye Tinglan, panting, responded in a low voice: "It is... it is the Sect Master of the Tianyao Xian Sect, Ye Tinglan."

The sun was high in the sky.

Ye Tinglan carefully slipped out of the man's embrace and got off the bed; turning to look at the man's exhausted sleep, she slightly pouted, a hint of shy anger on her face.

That dead man, exhausted to that degree, still not satisfied; he demanded it a full five times.

His dual cultivation technique had not yet reached the legendary state where one is not tired but instead infinitely energetic; at least his old waist was tired; the longer it lasted, the more tired it became.

In the end, he still wanted more but could not hold on, so he had to give up and sleep properly; truly laughable.

Yet behind this behavior reflected his endless love for her, whether for her person or for the psychological experience brought by that identity; only the combination of the two made him unable to stop.

Ye Tinglan did not agonize over the fact that the other party liked the identity; this thing could not be viewed separately in the first place.

Rather, this rascal always said some shameful things during the process; Ye Tinglan also knew he had seen her "heart demon," and he was also angry, punishing her.

Including this play itself, it all counted as a kind of punishment from him.

The punishment was effective; the Holy Lord, my lord, who would not even be injured by a super-grade attack, now felt pain just walking. A short path out the door actually felt like it could not be walked; she had never felt her sleeping hall was so big before; truly damn.

But it seemed she had brought it on herself; if she had not wanted it too, he would not have been able to come so many times.