Conquering That Great Demon Lord [Xian Ni Fan Fiction] - Chapter 38: Acting Ruthless

Chapter 38: Acting Ruthless

The Great Ape was also hiding and dodging, while the mosquito beast buried its head into the Thunder Frog’s abdomen. The Thunder Frog, fond of rain, had no need to hide. The Great Ape had nowhere to conceal itself and could only rely on Xiao Ling’s slight cover, burying its head inside while leaving its body exposed, its fur already soaked.

“Heavens, this is too miserable! Who can I appeal to for justice?!” Xu Liguo’s wails echoed through the Southern Garden.

Outside the window, thunder occasionally rumbled, and flashes of lightning illuminated the curtains of the loft. Wang Lin could see her disheveled hair and the purple and green bruises on her chest.

Immersed in pleasure, he caressed the exhausted, unresponsive person over and over again, whispering in her ear, “Has Wan’er reached it?”

Li Muwan was still dazed; the earlier intimacy had scattered her soul. Several waves of climax had crashed over her, each new surge arriving before the previous one had subsided.

Seeing her silent, Wang Lin grew somewhat self-doubtful, his brow furrowing again. “Not yet?”

“What did you say?” Li Muwan didn’t understand his meaning.

Wang Lin had already rolled over. “Then once more?”

“I did, I did…” Li Muwan suddenly realized and hurriedly covered his mouth, burying her face in the bedding.

Li Muwan was crying uncontrollably. He couldn’t bear it and coaxed her, “I’ll stop now. Wan’er, don’t cry…”

The rumbling thunder grew restless, as if trying to tear the sky apart. The rain intensified, and the thunder became terrifying. Both of them had draped clothes over themselves again, their undergarments hanging loosely. Li Muwan lay in his embrace, her heart burdened with worries.

Taking advantage of Wang Lin’s current amiability, she said, “Senior Brother…”

“Hmm?” Wang Lin gazed at the lightning outside the window. Now, devoid of the abandon from their passionate moment, he carried the dignified demeanor of a righteous gentleman.

“If one day Wan’er displeases you, Senior Brother, please don’t make things difficult for the Cloud Heaven Sect, alright?” Li Muwan played with a strand of hair on his chest, winding it around her fingertip. Her fair, slender fingers traced random patterns on his chest, where several scratch marks were particularly visible.

Wang Lin withdrew his gaze, slightly puzzled. “Haven’t you said this before, Wan’er?”

A flicker of helplessness crossed Li Muwan’s face. Wang Lin thought she was still frightened by his earlier words and comforted her, “Wan’er, whatever I promised you, I will fulfill.”

“Senior Brother…” Li Muwan’s eyelids drooped, and she slowly buried her face against his solid chest. As he stroked her cheek, he realized she had fallen asleep.

“Whatever Wan’er treasures, I will protect it for you,” Wang Lin looked out the window again, catching a glimpse of a fleeting flash of lightning. “Provided that Wan’er remains by my side…”

The sleeping person couldn’t hear him. Worried the storm outside would disturb her, Wang Lin formed a hand seal, and a Restriction blocked out the noise. The person against his chest slept even more soundly.

Up in the loft, the five Fiends huddled together for warmth, trembling. The Thunder Frog wished it could burrow into a pond but was trapped by the Restriction.

For those inside the room, the night passed briefly in silent tranquility. For the Fiends exposed to the wind and rain outside, it was truly an agonizingly long ordeal.

Li Muwan slept her fill. Outside, the world was cleansed by the rain, the mist in the Southern Garden not yet dispersed, the air carrying a fresh clarity. Wang Lin had long since straightened his attire and was seated in the outer room, meditating and regulating his breath.

She dressed, her long hair still loose, and stepped out onto the cool terrace. The wind brushed past her, and she lifted her head to feel the morning chill. The dawn light broke through the clouds, casting a faint glow upon her figure.

Li Muwan felt as if something was missing but couldn’t recall what. After a moment, she went back inside to change her clothes and apply makeup. Before the mirror, below her collarbone, the marks were too prominent. With resignation, she chose a high-collared garment, barely managing to cover them, though the ones on the side of her neck and behind her ears remained particularly noticeable.

Fortunately, she didn’t need to go out, and few people could see her in the Southern Garden. At most, Zhou Lin would come to deliver the sect’s internal affairs notices.

“Oh, Xiao Ling.” She held a brush in her hand, but the ink hadn’t been ground yet. Only then did she remember that either Zhou Lin or Xiao Ling should have prepared the writing tools for her.

She set down the brush and stepped outside. Wang Lin was still meditating, absorbing the Spiritual Power in his body. Li Muwan called softly, “Senior Brother, where is Xiao Ling?”

Wang Lin raised his eyes, his elegant figure coming into view. “What’s wrong?”

Li Muwan knew that he usually sent the Fiends outside. Remembering last night’s storm, she felt somewhat concerned.

Wang Lin’s expression remained calm as he waved his arm. Several Fiends appeared in the pavilion, huddled together in a group of five, each in their own peculiar posture.

“What’s this?” Li Muwan exclaimed. “Were you robbed? How pitiful.”

“Our master finally remembers us,” Xu Liguo complained. “Last night was wild with wind and rain. Poor Xu stayed drenched in the rain all night long.”

As he spoke, he started sneezing, tears and snot flowing freely. Seeing that Wang Lin showed no reaction, he knew this little devil had a hard heart toward everyone except their mistress. Changing his target, he wailed, “Mistress, this humble one has suffered so! Look how frozen all my brothers are.”

Seeing Wang Lin remain silent, Li Muwan took out some Elixirs from her Storage Bag and gave one to each of them. “These are Nine Revolutions Restoration Pills. After taking them, you won’t feel cold anymore.”

“Thank you, Mistress! Only the Mistress cares about us humble…”

Before Xu Liguo could finish, Wang Lin put them away and stood up, walking toward Li Muwan. “Wan’er, the sky has cleared.”

“Hmm?” Her brilliantly red hair shimmered in the light beams.

“Wan’er, it’s been a long time since I last heard you play the zither.”

Li Muwan understood. The lotus pond was full, with lotuses drifting to the shore. She used her Spiritual Power to return all the lotuses to their original positions, causing many fish to leap out of the water.

Her light gauze dress fluttering in the wind, a blue-and-white figure slowly descended from the pavilion to the waterside pavilion in the center of the lake. She lifted her sleeves and gown, seated herself at the zither platform, and glanced back toward the cool balcony of the pavilion. Wang Lin was watching her.

The corners of her lips lifted slightly as her fingertips plucked the zither strings, the melody rising and falling. Suddenly, a wine pot appeared in Wang Lin’s hand. He lifted his sleeve and turned sideways, his scholarly elegance completely natural, though his eyes always carried an unapproachable coldness.

Only when looking at her would this coldness completely vanish.

He looked up at the sky again. The Rain Cauldron emerged from his Storage Bag. The Immortal Realm of Rain hadn’t opened yet. He thought to himself that he didn’t know how many years this journey would take. He wanted to keep her by his side, yet he didn’t want her to enter that battlefield where people fought like wolves and tigers, killing and plundering.

A bitter taste filled Wang Lin’s mouth. “How can one have both in this world…”

“Wait for me to return. I won’t leave again.”

The person in the waterside pavilion couldn’t hear him. She was immersed in her zither playing, then glanced back again to find his figure. The person in the pavilion was still there. Their gazes met mid-air, sharing a tacit understanding.

After nightfall, Li Muwan finished bathing and emerged from the inner chamber. Wang Lin, meditating in the outer room, glimpsed her shadow through the screen. The candlelight illuminated her silk undergarments clinging tightly to her body, clearly revealing her delicate figure. His mouth went dry, and feelings of reluctance rose again.

The Fiends were once again thrown out of the Southern Garden pavilion. Xu Liguo clung to the eaves: “Hey hey hey, I haven’t seen enough yet!”

Suddenly, Li Muwan found her entire body embraced in his arms. His aura was burning hot. Having been tired these past few days, she sank into his embrace, unable to do anything but transform her complaints into the tenderness she was so good at.

“Senior Brother, don’t be harsh with Wan’er anymore,” the freshly bathed beauty unconsciously flirted, seeing his tenderness again. Li Muwan tugged at his collar, her fingertips tracing the outline of his Adam’s apple. “Wan’er is afraid.”

Before they knew it, two figures had tumbled onto the bed, curtains drawn, robes parted. Her restless hands were met by Wang Lin lifting her foot, gently pressing it against his abdomen.

His defined muscles quivered slightly as he gazed at the enchanting creature before him. She seemed to be luring a covetous big fish, her eyes tilted seductively. Pressing her chin down, the affection in her gaze flowed unabashed, teasing his usually cold, woman-resistant face into a flushed state.

His heavy breaths responded to her provocations. Wang Lin gripped her cheeks, leaning down to kiss those utterly tempting eyes. Her eyelashes brushed his lips, making him want to devour them.

Her arms slid from his chest to his shoulders as she clung to his waist. His shoulders were too broad, forcing Li Muwan to half-hook them, burying her breath against his neck, whispering near his ear until he burned with impatience.

“Senior Brother, what are you thinking?” Li Muwan’s voice was like a fine thread, pulling and tugging at him, making him unable to resist.

Wang Lin looked down at the person in his arms, like a clingy kitten nuzzling against him. “Thinking of Wan’er…”

“What about Wan’er?” she teased.

Wang Lin suddenly felt a slick warmth slide down his cheek, his throat dry, his voice hoarse when he spoke.

“Wan’er, I want…”

“Senior Brother can do whatever he wants.” Her tongue rolled playfully as she slid down like a water snake, teasing two pearls, challenging him.

Wang Lin tore away restraint and robes, flipping them over so Li Muwan lay on top. Gripping her cheeks firmly, she arched up, meeting his intense gaze.

Her red tongue perched between her teeth, waiting for her to climb closer before plunging into her mouth, filling it completely.

Heat spilled within the curtains. The spirit herb trampled by the Thunder Frog and frozen had now regrown after absorbing the spiritual energy of their union.

Xu Liguo, holding a spirit fruit taken from the Great Ape, remarked idly, “Our little fiend master’s Dao heart is in turmoil. Who knows how he’ll fare when he reaches the immortal realm and can’t see the mistress.”

Xiao Ling only half-understood. Having followed Li Muwan for so long, it only knew she had been happier lately than ever before.

Drenched in sweat and passion, they drowned in waves of pleasure. She lost count of how many times they rolled over, her legs and waist no longer feeling like her own.

The hardness of the Ancient God’s body was far more terrifying than she imagined, yet the possessiveness in Wang Lin’s eyes held a tenderness, as if he wanted to crush her and make her his.

The Soul Pearl’s resonance returned to eighty-five. Lost in the tumultuous rhythm, Li Muwan could no longer care about the changes, crying out repeatedly, her small face flushed red.

“Wan’er, once more.” Just as she found calm in the waves, another surge overwhelmed her, stealing her breath, her muffled cries of pain only fueling his wildness.

Teeth marks covered her body, carrying each other’s scent. Feeling sticky, Li Muwan regretted promising him he could do anythinghe truly held nothing back.

Closing her eyes, she endured while savoring the weight pressing down on her.

Li Muwan: Fine, the favorability is back. I deceived him, I owe him…

“Wan’er?” Wang Lin called out to her passionately, “Wan’er, can we really do this several times?”

Li Muwan took a deep breathshe couldn’t handle multiple rounds anymore.

“Husband, have mercy on me.” Li Muwan’s voice was indistinct, “Wan’er can’t take anymore.”

Wang Lin hardened his heart, able to mold her until she was barely recognizable. She had never been in such disarray beforeclothes scattered haphazardly around the room. Even spiritual cultivation should have its limits.

The scene before her gradually blurred, Wang Lin’s outline becoming indistinct. Li Muwan seemed to see a mass of dark mist; she wanted to speak but couldn’t bridge the gap. The breath that could pull her back from the thick fog remained trapped in her chest, making her cry out helplessly and weakly.

“Senior Brother, don’t…”

“Stop, don’t…”

She seemed to see her own softness being recklessly jostled against his chest. All sense of shame vanishedshe only wanted to meet him, again and again, to grasp back that breath from the mist and swallow it hard.

After what felt like an eternity, tears and sweat soaked them both. Wang Lin’s solid, broad back was marked with chaotic scratches.

Daylight arrived.

“Wan’er, I’m here.” It was already unclear how many times this had happened. She could no longer respond to his passion, only managing faint cries.

Using her last bit of strength, Li Muwan held his head and pleaded, “Senior Brother, no more… no more…”