Conquering That Great Demon Lord [Xian Ni Fan Fiction] - Chapter 26: Ten Days

Chapter 26: Ten Days

Seeing his flustered and inexperienced demeanor, Li Muwan chuckled softly, raising a finger to trace the purple Ancient God star mark between his brows. She was both curious and teasing about this mark. “Senior Brother, has it really been four hundred years without any?”

Wang Lin’s awkwardness struck Li Muwan as endearing. This omnipotent Fiend, who killed without blinking, appeared utterly unskilled in such matters yet maintained an expression of feigned competence.

His large hand drifted upward from her waist, but her words interrupted him. His deep eyes, now filled with emotion, scattered their usual coldness. He blinked and said earnestly, “Such matters should only be between husband and wife.”

He was not a man of strong desires, disdaining to linger in affairs of intimacy.

Li Muwan took his supporting wrist and gently placed it on her smooth shoulder. Though her face wore a thoroughly enchanting expression, her forced composure couldn’t fully conceal the blush of shyness. The faint rosy hue spreading across her cheeks made her increasingly adorable.

Wang Lin saw through her act. Watching her feign calmness while guiding him, a surge of excitement rippled through him.

His long fingers parted her half-draped garment, burying his sharp features against her. The arm supporting her back lifted slightly, arching her slender waist as the clothing beneath her slipped away, leaving only her inner robe clinging faintly.

Through the thin gauze, their breathing unconsciously grew heavier. Li Muwan felt the weight against her body was substantial, the pressing form unusually hard, seemingly different from an ordinary person’s.

Wang Lin hadn’t fully disclosed his experiences with the Ancient God inheritance to Li Muwan. Not due to distrust, but to protect her from potential danger.

He proceeded unhurriedly, as if everything he did was methodical and composed, even in circumstances where decorum could be abandoned.

Yet his gradually heavy and disordered breathing betrayed his true feelings.

Li Muwan’s jade-like fingers brushed through his cascading white hair. The strands obscured his profile, so she untied her decorative hair ribbon and lightly wrapped it around his forehead, tying back some hair to see him more clearly.

“Senior Brother, don’t always furrow your brow,” she said, smoothing Wang Lin’s forehead.

Wang Lin suppressed his desire, wanting to tell her that his furrowed brow was because of her the raging passion made him afraid to unleash it fully upon her.

Fearing he might hurt or frighten her, he restrained his movements, his inexperience showing.

“Wan’er,” Wang Lin murmured her name hoarsely, actively kissing her to prevent further words. The probing softness and wetness mingled between them.

The wind chimes hanging from the pavilion tinkled softly as his palm gently caressed.

She clearly felt his movements grow heavier and quicker. Just then, Wang Lin restrained himself, looked directly at her, and asked with utmost seriousness:

“Wan’er, may I… use more force?”

Li Muwan’s pupils slightly dilated in surprise, her face burning intensely. Under his gaze, her lips parted several times without finding words. Wang Lin patiently awaited her response.

She turned her face away, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hid her cheek in the hollow of his shoulder where he couldn’t see. Her fragrant breath brushed his earlobe as she whispered shyly, “Senior Brother, such matters need not be asked. If Senior Brother wishes to, then do it.”

A slight smile touched Wang Lin’s lips. He tightened his embrace, pressing down more firmly. The cool breeze outside the terrace whispered through, the low couch creaking under their movements. Their entangled hair diffused a delicate fragrance, mingling with the intermittent scent of Southern Garden peach blossoms wafting in.

She bit her lip, unaware it would be this intense.

If only she had known earlier, she would have asked him to hold back. Yet before long, amidst the discomfort, she found herself immersed in profound pleasure.

On the rooftop of the Southern Garden pavilion, Xu Liguo leaned against the Second Demon, the harsh wind drying his skin. Scratching his head restlessly, he complained, “That little fiend has left us here for days, exposed to wind and sun. He even set up this damned restriction can’t hear or see anything.”

The Second Demon shook its wings and nodded in agreement, while the Third Demon, the Great Ape, took a bite of a Spirit Fruit in its hand.

Inside the room, the vast Spiritual Power generated from Dual Cultivation flowed into the outer chamber, swirling above the entire Southern Garden. The two figures on the sitting mat had somehow moved to the low couch at some point.

Li Muwan seldom used this low couch, usually meditating cross-legged for cultivation. After reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage, she rarely felt drowsy.

The person leaning against the low couch lifted her slender body, their damp forms rubbing against each other’s contours. The Spiritual Energy produced by the union of two hundred years of Primordial Yin and four hundred years of Primordial Yang enveloped the entire Cloud Heaven Sect mountain range.

“Wan’er…” His desire-filled eyes stared at the disheveled beauty. He had plucked this rare pure lotus of the World of Cultivation, cradling her in his arms while both disturbing and cherishing her.

“Senior Brother.” Li Muwan was lifted by the force, another wave of ethereal sensations making her feel as if she were lost in a lotus pond, letting the currents carry her aimlessly through a dreamscape.

This emotion had reached its peak. Amid their heavy breathing, Wang Lin’s figure before her eyes became illusory.

His handsome features tightened as he parted his lips to envelop her. A surge of warmth spread within, and the sounds before her gradually quieted, though copious hot sweat still trailed down their contours during their movements.

Li Muwan collapsed limply into Wang Lin’s embrace, her innocent eyes holding an lingering tenderness. “Senior Brother, have you truly never practiced this before?”

Wang Lin pressed down the stirring Li Muwan. “Wan’er, don’t move. Wait a little longer.”

Inside, gentle movements continued he wasn’t finished yet.

“Hmm?” Li Muwan braced against his shoulders. The fireflies in Southern Garden burned brightly, clearly illuminating the intimacy beneath the light gauze. Were it not for the restriction Wang Lin had set up beforehand, the spring scenery would have been fully exposed.

The swelling sensation softened, the lingering energy clinging to their bodies. Soon it ignited again, and she was completely enveloped beneath his form.

This time, Wang Lin seemed even more fervent, while still using his Divine Sense to recall the Spiritual Power that had spread through the valley. Over the next several rounds of Dual Cultivation, that Spiritual Power gradually returned to them. Even amid the intense, turbulent motions, they felt no fatigue.

Until sunlight had streamed through the pavilion curtains ten times, Li Muwan lay on the low couch with steady breathing, gazing at Wang Lin with resentment. Wang Lin wore an expression of pity. “Didn’t Wan’er say that mortal couples are all like this?”

Mortal couples might be like this, but they wouldn’t continue for ten days and nights without rest.

“I’m not blaming you either.” Li Muwan shifted her body, leaning against him as she twisted a strand of white hair around her fingertip. The marks he had left over the days varied in depth, new ones overlapping old.

“So the Spiritual Power generated from Dual Cultivation can be this immense.” Li Muwan slightly clenched her palm, Spiritual Energy shimmering with pale blue light swirling around her.

Her body seemed to be nourished, more effective than even the Longevity Pill made from Blood Lotus Heart.

“Senior Brother, your Nascent Soul?” Li Muwan looked up at him.

Wang Lin had absorbed the Spiritual Power, converting it into cultivation level. The hidden dangers of his Nascent Soul had been alleviated. “It’s fine now. Wan’er needn’t worry.”

Sunlight slanted past the eaves, spilling below the windowsill. Li Muwan sat before the dressing table, combing her ink-black hair, while Wang Lin sat in meditation, fully dressed with his silver hair cascading down his back.

Draped in a black robe embroidered with dragon patterns, it completely concealed the man who had been immersed in worldly pleasures for days, leaving no trace of that persona in his current upright and solemn demeanor.

As Wang Lin’s stern reflection appeared in the mirror, Li Muwan felt a surge of emotion. Her Divine Sense swept over the Soul Pearl.

[Soul Pearl: Favorability 79%]

[Li Muwan: 79%… Yet we’ve already performed the marital rites.]

A flicker of disappointment crossed her exquisite face. The meditating figure in the mirror lifted his eyelids, and Li Muwan smiled at his reflection. “Senior Brother, could you help Wan’er pin up my hair?”

Wang Lin rose, his wide sleeves falling gracefully as his tall frame stood behind Li Muwan. Gazing at the face in the mirror, he recalled how tender yet willful she had been in his embrace last night – slightly different from the quiet figure seated before him now.

Had he never entered the World of Cultivation and followed his mother’s plans to marry and have children, perhaps his days would have been equally content.

His thoughts drifted far away until Li Muwan called, “Senior Brother?”

Several hairpins of varying designs lay upon the dressing table, most styled with elegant simplicity. Some he had seen her wear before, though Wang Lin didn’t recall them clearly – except for the row of pearl hairpins, which followed the style she had worn in the Sea of Demonic Cultivation.

“I…” Wang Lin hesitated. He didn’t know how, yet he didn’t want to disappoint Li Muwan. “Which one would Wan’er like to wear?”

“Which does Senior Brother think would look best on Wan’er?” She turned while touching her hairstyle, her eyes meeting Wang Lin’s.

Wang Lin glanced over the selection and picked a light blue lotus hairpin adorned with several tassels. He remembered she had worn this when they first met in the bamboo forest.

“Senior Brother, why did you choose this one?” Li Muwan’s eyes sparkled as she raised her brows, smiling brightly at him.

“It suits you,” Wang Lin replied simply, his gaze softening.

“Then would Senior Brother pin it for Wan’er?”

She turned back, and Wang Lin studied the neatly arranged hair. Though truly uncertain where to begin, he calmly picked up the hairpin and carefully inserted it.

Li Muwan seemed to sense his caution and deliberately took a sharp breath. Wang Lin immediately withdrew his hand. “Did I hurt you?”

Li Muwan remained silent, watching in the mirror as Wang Lin appeared like someone who had made a mistake.

“I… I’ll be more careful.”

Seeing the Fiend so flustered delighted her immensely – even he could be teased by her. She could no longer contain her laughter, burying her face against the dressing table.

Hearing her clear laughter and seeing her shoulders shake with mirth, Wang Lin realized he had been tricked.

Yet Wang Lin wasn’t angry, allowing her to play her games. His palm gently touched Li Muwan’s shoulder. “Wan’er, let me try pinning your hair again.”

Hearing this, Li Muwan stopped laughing and sat up straight. “Senior Brother, aren’t you angry?”

“Why would I be angry?”

“Wan’er deceived you. Aren’t you angry with Wan’er?”

A faint smile touched Wang Lin’s lips. “You were just playing with me.”

As they spoke, the hairpin was properly secured. Li Muwan studied her reflection for a moment before rising and turning to Wang Lin. Tilting her head up, she asked, “Senior Brother, is Wan’er beautiful?”

“Beautiful.”

“How beautiful?”

“Very beautiful.” Wang Lin wasn’t one for flattery, but Li Muwan held a unique place in his heart – everything about her was perfect.

“More beautiful than any other woman Senior Brother has seen?”

“I’ve never paid attention to whether other women are beautiful or not.”

“All the world’s splendors are but passing travelers, like wind and rain across misty waters,” Wang Lin spoke these tender words for the first time, still somewhat awkwardly, “My heart only cares for you.”

Wang Lin’s gaze enveloped her entire face – her phoenix eyes half-crescented concealing amber light, her vermilion lips like a single cherry blossom.

Unconsciously, his throat moved slightly. Li Muwan noticed this, rose on her toes, and gently brushed her lips against Wang Lin’s.

Her phoenix eyes lifted slightly. With their gazes so close, neither looked away. When she blinked, her long lashes touched his eyelids, making her lower her eyes to rub them. But Wang Lin reacted swiftly, pinching her chin with two fingers and lifting it up.

He wouldn’t let her retreat.

“Senior Brother?” Li Muwan blinked, her eyes shimmering with emotion.

Wang Lin was a man of few words, but his eyes brimmed with unspoken affection. He leaned down, capturing her cherry-red lips in a tender, lingering kiss.

Dazed by the kiss, she melted into his embrace, her carefully arranged hair tousled once more. Li Muwan sighed inwardly this fiend possessed astonishing stamina and persistence. Fortunately, Dual Cultivation nourished both Yin and Yang; otherwise, even several batches of Essence Nurturing Pills would have been useless.

“Senior Brother, although Dual Cultivation helps improve cultivation level, it shouldn’t be this frequent,” Li Muwan murmured against his chest, this time deftly undoing the intricate waistband.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Wang Lin’s brow, stirring Li Muwan’s concern. “But Mortal Tales say newlyweds are often like this.”

He cared little for what the tales wrote the fleeting disappointment was merely an act for Li Muwan’s benefit. Knowing she couldn’t bear to see him unhappy, this tactic worked well, though he seldom used it.

The gauze curtains of the Southern Garden pavilion had been drawn for half a month. Throughout Cloud Heaven Sect, it was known that the cultivator who had disrupted the wedding and taken the sect’s Soul Blood had not emerged since entering the Southern Garden. The pervasive Spiritual Energy around the estate spoke volumes, leaving little need for explanation.

Xu Liguo lounged idly under the eaves, listening to the rumors circulating nearby.

“Elder Li is truly unfortunate first forced into marriage by Uncle Sun Zhenwei, then having her Dual Cultivation Ceremony ruined, and now falling into the hands of a fiendish cultivator.”

“Not necessarily. I think Elder Li and that fiend have a deep connection likely old flames reunited. Sun Zhenwei got what he deserved, always fooling around with female disciples. Thankfully, Elder Li escaped his clutches.”

“Though ruthless, that fiend’s willingness to confront our Cloud Heaven Sect for Elder Li shows sincerity. Regardless of his temperament, his striking looks perfectly complement Elder Li’s elegance a match made in heaven.”

“Still no news from the Southern Garden after half a month?”

“Will that fiendish cultivator stay in Cloud Heaven Sect indefinitely?”

“…”

Xu Liguo reached over and took a spirit fruit from the Great Ape. “Our calamitous master has truly acquired a taste for this. ‘Spring nights are too short, the sun rises too soon from then on, the emperor no longer held morning court.’ He’s left us, his life-and-death comrades, neglected for over half a month.”

The Great Ape didn’t understand but handed a fruit to the Second Demon. Initially reluctant, the Second Demon took a bite after seeing Xu Liguo eat with relish, only to spit it out immediately.

It wasn’t to its taste.

Perched listlessly on a peach branch, the Second Demon wilted this was pure torment.

Drenched repeatedly in sweat and carrying his lingering scent, Li Muwan felt he had had his fill and wished to cleanse herself and rest.

“Wan’er is all sticky and wants to bathe.”

“Senior Brother, carry me there.”

Wang Lin nodded.

He draped only a black robe over her before cradling her limp form in his arms. Testing the water temperature with one hand while still holding her with the other, he found it just right.

“Senior Brother, let Wan’er down now?” She trailed her fingers through the water in the tub.

Wang Lin gently set her down and turned his back. The bathing tub was large enough to accommodate two people.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but he had already exhausted her earlier. Wang Lin feared he might lose control again if he stayed.

Li Muwan hid a smile and didn’t press him to remain. As she glanced back, she saw his figure disappear behind the screen curtain. His long robe hung on the clothes rack. Li Muwan stepped into the wooden tub, her slender jade arms stirring the water droplets. The bruises below her collarbone were conspicuous. She lay back in the hot bath, closing her eyes to rest, allowing the steam to circulate through her meridians.

Wang Lin was absorbing Spiritual Power outside when he suddenly heard Li Muwan call him: “Senior Brother, could you come in for a moment?”

“What is it?” he responded calmly, yet with tenderness.

“Wan’er’s clothes got wet. Could you pick another set for me and bring them in?”

Wang Lin rose, his attire proper and solemn. He randomly selected an outfit from her wardrobe and prepared to bring it in. Just as he entered, Li Muwan began to rise, revealing a glimpse of her beauty. Wang Lin stood there, his posture straight as a pine tree, his features profound with starry eyes and sword-like brows. His gaze remained steady, yet it lingered for several breaths over her curvaceous figure long enough to take in her entire form.

“Senior Brother.” Li Muwan’s voice was soft as water. She tilted her body slightly, snapping Wang Lin out of his trance. His averted gaze was almost imperceptible.

“Wan’er, you…”

Li Muwan took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them. Her damp fingertips slid into his palm, water trickling down her jade-like body. Wang Lin’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his fingers loosened, and the clothes fell to the floor.

Li Muwan didn’t retrieve them. Instead, her fingers trailed up his arm until they rested on his shoulders. She stood on tiptoe, her bare feet pressing onto his black boots embroidered with silver thread. Wang Lin steadied himself.

“Senior Brother, were you peeking?” she teased, her lips brushing against his Adam’s apple.

Wang Lin swallowed repeatedly.

The balance on his feet became unsteady as Li Muwan shifted to step away.

Suddenly, a hand hidden in his wide sleeve pressed against the small of her back, pulling her close against him once more.

“Senior Brother?”

“Wan’er’s clothes.” In an instant, the scattered garments were back in his hand, but he showed no intention of helping her dress.

“Senior Brother, won’t you help Wan’er put them on?” Li Muwan applied light pressure with her feet again.

Wang Lin watched her intently, his gaze predatory. Droplets still clung to her outline. His eyes fixed on a bead of water suspended from her chin. As if bewitched, he leaned in to kiss it away, tasting its faint flavor.

“Later.” The words came out in a heavy tone. With a splash, the bathwater surged as Li Muwan’s freshly dried body was drenched once more. The waves dampened her long hair as she braced against the tub’s edge, Wang Lin pressing down behind her.

Trapped in his embrace, she couldn’t move. Her full curves swayed beneath the water, only to be covered by his large palm. Beneath the obscured surface, turbulent motions created significant disturbances.

Li Muwan regretted teasing him. A forceful thrust pushed the tub some distance away. Her vision grew blurry, steam mingling with the mist in her eyes. Before her, Wang Lin’s black daoist robe hung on the clothes rack, a strand of his white hair draped across her chest.

The water in the tub cooled and heated several times. Her palms grew pale from soaking. Outside the Southern Garden, corridor lanterns flickered to life.

Within the curtains, the luan and phoenix rejoiced in union. A pair of lovebirds soared overhead, while twin lotus flowers swayed in the water. Colorful carp played among the lotus stems. Falling petals dotted the dressing mirror, and two shadows shared the matrimonial couch.

Ten days of lingering intimacy laid bare their deepest selves without reservation. Li Muwan lifted her eyes to gaze at the canopy. The sunlight outside was blinding she hadn’t seen daylight in what felt like ages. Waving her sleeve, she gently parted the gauze curtains and raised a hand to shield her eyes from the light.

When she turned her head, she found herself against a solid chest. A few peach blossom petals had drifted onto the dressing table.

During these peaceful days, while absorbing the Spiritual Energy generated from their recent Dual Cultivation, Wang Lin was also nurturing his Nascent Soul. Li Muwan sensed that he intended to return to the Zhao Kingdom. Though he hadn’t mentioned a departure date, she vaguely felt it in her heart.

“When I stayed at Cloud Heaven Sect for several days and achieved Nascent Soul Formation…” The moment Wang Lin spoke, she understood his meaning.

“You… are returning to the Zhao Kingdom?”

“I vow not to call myself human until this vengeance is fulfilled.” Wang Lin stood up and reached out his hand to her. “Wan’er, come with me.”