She sighed again, then complained to Yang Zhurong in a sarcastic tone, "I'm so unlucky. I never should have agreed to that ridiculous dual cultivation with him. What did I ever do to deserve this? Not only did I get dragged into this mess, but as soon as you came back, you started accusing me without even asking for the full story. And now he's run off heartbroken. If I'd known it would turn out like this, I never would have given in—I should have just let him go berserk and die! No, wait—maybe his luck isn't that bad. He might have just ended up with shattered meridians, surviving as a cripple. Then you could have taken care of him every day, saving you from all that constant worry… Oh! And you wouldn't even have to find him a wife—what a bargain…"
By now, Yang Zhurong had come to her senses. Reflecting on what she had just done, she couldn't believe it was something the usually gentle and refined version of herself would ever do.
How could she have acted like that?
She had never been so rude before!!
Yang Zhurong could hardly believe she had actually shouted at her son.
In her brief daze, Song Lianwei's mocking voice reached her ears.
Hearing this, Yang Zhurong felt a wave of confusion. She turned and gave Song Lianwei a suspicious look, asking, "Dual cultivation? What dual cultivation?"
Song Lianwei curled her lip dismissively. "Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me. It's just too fantastical."
A faint sense of unease stirred within Yang Zhurong.
"What exactly happened? Tell me quickly."
"Are you sure you want to hear it?"
Yang Zhurong nodded firmly. She desperately needed to know what had happened two hours ago.
Seeing her determination, Song Lianwei decided not to hold back any longer.
She began recounting the events from start to finish…
…
After listening, Yang Zhurong remained motionless for a long time, her beautiful face now filled with shock and disbelief.
Song Lianwei's account had completely overturned Yang Zhurong's understanding of the world, even making her wonder if she had somehow crossed into a TV drama or a fantasy novel.
Seeing Yang Zhurong's half-convinced, half-doubting expression, Song Lianwei simply stood up. The thin blanket covering her slipped down to her ankles, revealing her fair, delicate skin.
Yang Zhurong's gaze followed, and her pupils contracted sharply.
Song Lianwei's skin was smooth as jade, flawless and tender, glowing with a lustrous, enticing sheen—as if nurtured by years of medicinal baths.
Her chest was high and full, round and perky, like two majestic and magnificent peaks. With each breath, they surged like turbulent waves, the pure, crystalline breasts swaying in the air, seemingly emitting a faint, enticing fragrance that beckoned one to pluck them.
Her slender waist, under the light, was as light as willow catkins, her fair and tender skin so delicate it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch, as soft and smooth as a baby's.
Most exquisite was her buttocks—the curve was utterly flawless, plump and perky, especially that ample rear, which seemed as if a single casual slap could stir up layers of rippling waves, capable of withstanding any man's force.
Between her tightly closed legs, a delicate, vibrant pink peach blossom was quietly blooming, its tender petals faintly visible. Because it had just experienced its first time, the petals still seemed slightly moist...
And!
The semen Xu Rui Zhi had just ejaculated inside was so abundant that it continued to flow out from the deep, narrow opening, thick and white, slowly trickling down her fair and tender inner thighs, leaving a long, lingering trail that appeared exceptionally wanton and decadent.
Yang Zhurou stared wide-eyed, incredulously taking in the scene before her.
She had seen this girl's body not long ago. Although her skin had been fair and tender before, it was far from reaching this level now. This was definitely not something an ordinary person could easily possess.
Her skin and aura had suddenly become several times more beautiful than before!
It was as if... a celestial maiden had descended to the mortal realm!
Well, after descending to the mortal realm, she happened to be picked up by a mortal, looking exactly like she had been defiled and violated by one!
Very much so!
Song Lianwei also noticed the semen flowing down her thighs and felt a wave of shame. She quickly returned to the bed, pulling the thin blanket over her body.
Only then did Yang Zhurou snap out of it, her face flushing bright red with anger.
She pointed a trembling finger at Song Lianwei and stammered accusingly, "You... you actually let him ejaculate inside!!!"
Hearing this, Song Lianwei's cheeks flushed crimson, and she stammered, "Do you think I wanted to? At the time, I told him not to, but that brat couldn't stop himself."
After saying this, she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Your son was charging like a wild bull at the time—how could he possibly hear me?"
After listening to her, Yang Zhurou spat in disgust. How could this girl be so shameless?
Such a private matter, and she just blurts it out like that!
And that little rascal—he probably knew that once the dual cultivation began, it couldn't be stopped. If it weren't for the sudden emergency at the company, wouldn't she have had to...
Yang Zhurou couldn't help but feel embarrassed just thinking about it. That scoundrel had it all planned out. By then, the rice would have already been cooked, and what choice would she have had but to agree?
"Shouldn't you go after your precious son?" Song Lianwei suggested.
Yang Zhurou gritted her teeth and said resentfully, "No, he's old enough. Doesn't he know how to come home? He knows where the house keys are."
"What if he doesn't come home? Would you really be willing to let him go?"
Yang Zhurou was taken aback, a strange feeling inexplicably flashing through her heart.
"Hmph! He wouldn't dare!" Yang Zhurou snorted proudly.
Song Lianwei looked at her proud demeanor and suddenly found it amusing. She didn't say anything, nor was she worried about Xu Rui Zhi getting into trouble.
Because Xu Ruizhi had just told her that once one becomes a cultivator, even at the early Qi Refining stage, there are many life-saving techniques.
Even if spiritual energy is exhausted, there are many ways to escape.
The night was deep and dark, with stars dotting the inky sky. A crescent moon hung in the pitch-black night, casting a hazy silver glow.
The wide road was sparsely populated with vehicles, and streetlights illuminated the surroundings like bright lanterns, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
Xu Ruizhi walked alone by the street, his gaze fixed blankly ahead, his heart a jumble of emotions.
He hadn't expected things to turn out this way. The scene from that fleeting moment kept replaying in his mind.
"Get lost!"
"Move!"
These two words echoed incessantly in Xu Ruizhi's head, making him unbearably agitated.
"Ah..." he sighed helplessly.
As he walked, he suddenly realized that his dantian felt empty, with almost no spiritual energy left. He decided to find a secluded spot to sit down and meditate to restore his spiritual power.
At the corner of the street, there was an open grassy area, perfect for resting.
As soon as he sat down on the grass, he closed his eyes and began circulating his cultivation technique to absorb spiritual energy.
Suddenly, Xu Ruizhi sensed faint footsteps approaching from behind.
He opened his eyes and turned his head, catching sight of a dark figure slowly walking toward him, growing closer and clearer. He couldn't help but frown. Although Nanrong City was just a small third- or fourth-tier city, its public security was decent. Incidents like robbery or murder were rare even on ordinary days. Who would appear here at this hour?
As the dark figure drew near, a strong, foul stench of garbage bins assaulted Xu Ruizhi's nostrils, making him wrinkle his nose. At the same time, he finally got a clear look at the figure—it was a disheveled beggar.
The beggar's face was so grimy that it was impossible to make out their features. Their hair was messy and unkempt, and they wore a loose, ill-fitting grayish-brown coat that looked like it belonged to a burly laborer from the last century. Their entire body was wrapped in the dirty work clothes, with only a pair of bright, darting eyes visible, exceptionally sharp and innocent, like those of a child.
The beggar stopped about a foot away from Xu Ruizhi, looking down at him with a timid tone and asking, "Do you have nowhere to stay? Grandma says sitting on the ground is unhygienic. You could get sick."
The voice was clear and melodious, like the song of an oriole—it was a woman! Though it sounded a bit strange.
She didn't know why she wasn't afraid of him. Usually, when she saw others, especially strangers, she would feel fear and instinctively avoid them. But with this person before her, not only did she feel no fear, but she also felt a sense of closeness in her heart.
Xu Ruizhi looked at the person before him, particularly her eyes, and was filled with astonishment.
What beautiful eyes they were—clear, pure, as if free of any impurity, as transparent and flawless as a baby's, making one instinctively want to protect her.
Looking at her, Xu Ruizhi couldn't help but feel a surge of pity. As if guided by some unseen force, he asked, "It's so late. Where are your parents?"
The girl's gaze was too innocent; upon closer inspection, he could tell there was something off about it. An ordinary person couldn't possess such pure eyes.
When Xu Ruizhi asked about the whereabouts of her parents, the girl beggar's expression remained unchanged, still wearing a faint smile. She said softly, "My grandma told me they went to a very, very faraway place."
As she spoke, the girl beggar pointed to the two brightest stars in the sky and continued, "My grandma said that's Mom and Dad. They come to talk to me every time I go to sleep."
Xu Ruizhi looked at her and couldn't help but furrow his brow again.
"What about your grandma?" he asked once more.
"Grandma... let me count."
The girl beggar lowered her head, extended her grimy right hand, and waved her arm in the air, letting her sleeve slide down to reveal a dark, dirty forearm. She began counting on her fingers.
"One day, eight days, one month..."
Xu Ruizhi watched her, puzzled.
What was she counting?
At that moment, the girl beggar looked up at Xu Ruizhi, her face beaming with an innocent smile. "Grandma has been gone for one year, three months, and fourteen days. And she also said that in a few years, when I grow taller, I can go find Mom, Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa."
Upon hearing this, Xu Ruizhi's heart trembled. He looked at the girl's face, now so dirty that its original appearance was unrecognizable, and felt a pang of heartache, unsure of what to say.
The girl beggar seemed to sense the change in Xu Ruizhi's emotions. She tilted her head and asked curiously, "Big brother, if you have nowhere to stay, you can come to my house. I'm willing to lend you my bed, but you have to promise me you won't bully me."
Xu Ruizhi was about to refuse, but when he saw the flicker of longing in the girl beggar's eyes, his throat tightened. He swallowed his refusal and nodded solemnly, promising, "Okay, I promise I won't bully you. But I don't need the bed—I can sleep on the floor."
The girl beggar immediately shook her head. "No, big brother, you'll freeze if you sleep on the floor."
She blinked her eyes and said, "We can squeeze together and share the bed. You don't mind, do you?"
"How could I mind?" Xu Ruizhi quickly waved his hands.
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