A fragrant breeze blew in, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and a maiden's fragrance, somewhat dispelling the room's foul odor, mixing into a strange, fishy yet fragrant smell.
"What are you doing?!!!"
A cold voice rang out, piercing with chill and a hint of panic.
Elder Mu, startled, looked up from the bed to see the fairy princess he'd been thinking of standing in his room.
Her moon-like, clear gaze fixed on him… and his massive, disturbing meat rod that he was stroking.
A tingling pleasure surged from Elder Mu's soles, as if needles pricked his spine, a heavenly itch rushing to his head.
"Ahhh! Ahhhh!"
Elder Mu couldn't help but cry out in pleasure, his hands stroking faster than ever, like a farmer frantically pumping water in a dry season.
His newborn testicles churned, releasing scorching liquid like a galaxy pouring down, rushing out.
"Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!!"
Foul-smelling, white, turbid semen shot from the horse eye, so forcefully Elder Mu felt his vas deferens might explode. The newborn, sticky semen ejaculated for the first time, rampant in the air, drawing arcs with its fishy smell and billions of sperm.
The target of this ejaculation was none other than Qing, standing before his bed, facing his towering meat rod.
"You…"
Splurt!
Like cannonballs, the semen hit Qing's pretty face, the sticky, foul liquid forcing her to close her mouth and hold her breath.
One, two, three streams…
Wave after wave landed on her face, hair, and high, embroidered chest, her swan-like white neck, her carefully braided hair…
After what seemed an eternity, Qing felt time had stopped, and the fierce ejaculation that pained her face finally ceased.
The sticky, manly-smelling semen slid down her face, hair, and chest, staining her hair, long eyelashes, seeping into her clothes, invading her soft skin, entering her nose, an inescapable male scent nearly enveloping her.
Qing trembled but stood still, like a jade statue covered in the man's foul, white semen.
"You!"
"Are!"
"Seeking!"
"Death!!!"
After a while, feeling the semen on her face solidify, Qing angrily opened her eyes, her killing intent sweeping the hut.
The terrifying killing intent turned to frost, freezing the semen on her face and body, icing the room's corners and coating the broken windows with thin frost.
Even covered in thick, white semen, Qing's fury made her the "Fairy" who could shake the world.
Elder Mu felt he'd reached life's pinnacle, a pleasure he'd never known, but before he could savor it, the chilling killing intent extinguished his desire. Fear took over, his iron-hard meat rod wilting like a frostbitten eggplant.
Terrified, he scrambled off the bed, falling to the ground, ignoring the semen he'd shot, and began kowtowing, whimpering: "Spare me! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Wuwuwu…"
He kowtowed so hard his sparse-haired head turned red and purple, dizzy and nearly fainting. When he cautiously looked up, the figure was gone.
Qing took a deep breath, her magic surging, but she redirected it, casting a cleansing spell on herself. The semen on her hair, face, and dress vanished, yet she could still feel that man's lingering scent in her nose.
…
In the misty bathroom, steam rising, Qing lay naked in the large bathtub. This was the first time since achieving the foundation stage at ten, reaching a state of purity, that she urgently wanted to bathe. Usually, it was just occasional whims or a girl's natural cleanliness.
Her slender, jade-like fingers lifted, bringing up sliding water droplets, crystal clear on her skin like golden glazed tiles.
But as she gently placed her hand on her snow-white, dazzling, firm breasts, half-submerged in water, her tight, perky breasts remained upright, unlike those sagging with age. They stood tight and high, like mountain peaks in the mist.
Her black hair floated on the water, covering her exquisite body beneath the rippling waves. Though clean, she washed repeatedly, as if trying to remove something invisible.
After a while, Qing leaned against the tub, closing her eyes, trying to empty her mind.
But closing her eyes, she saw only that powerful ejaculation hitting her face, the foul, sticky semen sliding from her brow to her perky nipples, down her clothes, into her cute belly button, and even through her underwear.
The wet feeling… was it just the man's semen?
Qing looked at her neatly folded clothes, with her underwear on top.
The white silk underwear carried a strong fragrance, like spring flowers, as if the nectar couldn't wait for bees and gently released sweet, fragrant honey.
She didn't know and didn't dare to know.
The path to immortality is long; emotions are poison, desires cloud the mind, leading to sinking in the sea of suffering.
But she was not yet an "immortal."
Her slender, white fingers slid along the water, from her firm breasts down her flat, smooth abdomen, then… her fingers lightly touched her never-before-thought-of private area.
"Mm…"
Her fingers recoiled as if shocked, her body tensing. She didn't dare touch again, afraid of becoming something unfamiliar to herself.
A butterfly flew in from the window, hovering in the steamy bathroom, drawn by the floral scent.
In the bathroom, mist swirled, flowers bloomed, like a fairyland.
…
#### Golden Lotus Hall
Golden Lotus Hall is the capital's most popular casino and pleasure house, where nobles and wealthy merchants spend lavishly. It thrives in both legal and illegal realms, untouchable even by powerful outsiders due to its deep roots in the capital.
"All in!"
Feng Wei sat casually at the gambling table, glanced once, and pushed all his chips to the leopard spot.
This drew everyone's attention.
Feng Wei didn't care, didn't even look at the dice, just tapped the table: "Mine, thank you."
The dice revealed three sixes, leopard, winner takes all.
"Sir, you've won three million taels. You can go upstairs now."
Feng Wei smiled, took his chip box, and strolled upstairs, looking at ease, envied by others.
"I'll bet on leopard too!"
A familiar voice from behind made Feng Wei pause. He turned to see a short, handsome boy with fair skin and red lips at his former spot, pulling out an eye-popping amount of chips and betting on leopard.
Feng Wei quickly stepped down, grabbed the boy's ear, making him flail.
"This is my brother, just joking… this round doesn't count." Feng Wei smiled awkwardly, reaching for the chips.
"Hey, hey!" The dealer tapped the table. "Once bet, it's final. The round has started."
"This…" Feng Wei glared at the boy. "I'll deal with you later."
The boy blinked and stuck out his tongue innocently.
"Sigh, then open it." Feng Wei seemed heartbroken, as if he'd lost big.
This delighted the dealer, who'd been toyed with. While opening the dice, he said seriously: "Sir, winning and losing are both part of fortune."
"I don't believe it!"
Feng Wei's anxious expression calmed, he took back the chips, and tapped the table: "I like to win it all. Pay up."
"What?" The dealer saw it was still three sixes, shocked, nearly accusing Feng Wei of cheating.
But in Golden Lotus Hall, there are only caught cheaters, not accused ones. The dealer cheated too, but Feng Wei was better, flawless. Without evidence, accusing him would cost the dealer's hand and an apology.
The dealer could only tremble as he paid out years of cheated winnings.
Feng Wei whistled, took the chips, and dragged the boy to the top floor, where it was empty. He pinched the 'boy's' face and scolded: "My princess, no, now it's Your Highness! Why did you sneak out again? And to a place like this."
"Ouch!"
The 'boy' winced, then grinned: "Brother Feng, didn't you say you'd take me to fun places? This is pretty good."
"Good my foot!"
This was Li, the new emperor's beloved youngest princess.
Feng Wei was frustrated. His plan was ruined, and now he had to protect this wild princess, or if anything happened, the emperor would surely execute him.
"You know, today's casino has the Demon Sect's Gambling Prince!"
The Demon Sect's three princes specialize in vice: gambling, poison, and more. Last time at Sky Rift Valley, Feng Wei nearly died from the Poison Prince's toxins, saved only by Miss Xiao's help.
Now, he had a chance to catch one alone and teach him a lesson.
The Gambling Prince loved gambling but had terrible sportsmanship: losing meant flipping the table and killing; winning meant killing the whole family. This time, he came to Golden Lotus Hall alone, either for Demon Sect business or his gambling addiction.
Either way, Feng Wei had to intervene, at least to make him remember and peel a layer off him.
But with this burden, Feng Wei could only plan to escape first.
"Where do you think they'll meet or do their business? Somewhere with few people?"
Suddenly, Li blinked and whispered.
"Of course, somewhere with few people… wait?"
The emptiest place in Golden Lotus Hall was this top floor.
Feng Wei's divine sense stirred, and he quickly covered Li's mouth, pulled her into his arms, and rolled into the floor's crevice.
After a long time, two barely audible footsteps appeared, one after the other, a blink apart, detectable only by the wind's ripples.
"Too slow, I've lost eight rounds. If you didn't come soon…"
One man complained; Feng Wei recognized him as the Gambling Prince he'd dealt with for half a year.
"You'd lose the ninth round?" The other man's voice was older, steady, somewhat familiar, with a playful tone.
"No, I'd start a massacre!" The Gambling Prince said calmly.
"But you can't, can you?" the older man said.
"No, you don't understand me. To make me risk coming to the capital…" The Gambling Prince shook his head, then said something that made the two in the crevice widen their eyes.
"Is our Tao finally willing to cooperate with us?"
Uncle Tao?!!
Li almost exclaimed, but Feng Wei hugged her tighter, their faces close, fingers on their lips, so close they could feel each other's breath.
Feng Wei didn't notice how ambiguous their position was.
The usually mischievous Li was unusually quiet, her face flushed, ears red like peach blossoms, leaning against Feng Wei's chest, hearing his strong heartbeat, feeling the masculine scent. It made the girl, never so close to a man, feel her heart flutter, obediently silent.
*So this is a man's scent…*
Li was so dazed she didn't hear the rest. In her mind, she thought of Qing's face.
This made her hug Feng Wei's waist tighter, so tight Feng Wei felt a bit of pain, but he thought it was her shock and fear from the news.
Li didn't speak, just leaned on Feng Wei's chest, with one thought in her mind.
*Sister, have you ever been hugged by Brother Feng like this?*
Li thought, with her sister's personality, probably not. This gave her a thrill and a strange pleasure she didn't even notice.
After the two left, half an hour passed before Feng Wei, holding Li, flipped back to the top floor, repeatedly confirming they were gone, then sighed: "I didn't expect Tao to be part of the Demon Sect, and he's back in the capital despite being exiled."
But this was too serious for Feng Wei to handle alone. He looked seriously at Li, still dazed, and said: "Li, thank you for reminding me; otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten such important information."
"Oh… oh?" Li, still in a daze, showed a silly yet cute smile.
Her face, similar to Qing's, bloomed like a flower, stunningly beautiful.
Feng Wei's heart raced, and he looked away, toward the palace on the mountaintop, his eyes wandering.
*If only Qing could smile like that.*