"Lin Er, you're gripping a bit tight," Xiao Ting said.
Xiao Ting reached out and gave Queen Medusa's thigh a light pat. Not bad at all. These newly formed legs felt delicate yet full of healthy strength—quite arousing. The smooth, cool skin under his palm was like the finest jade, yet it carried a supple firmness that made his blood surge.
"Lin Er?" Queen Medusa frowned slightly. Her long hair drifted like silk as she pressed both hands against his chest. "That's the name of one of your wild women."
"Wild woman?" Xiao Ting clasped his hands behind his head, admiring Queen Medusa's curves from below. His gaze traced her peerlessly beautiful face, the elegant line of her neck, the full, proud swell of her breasts, and especially her flat, smooth abdomen that quivered slightly with each breath. "Are you a wild woman?"
"This Queen does not recall ever having a name like Lin Er," Queen Medusa said, looking slightly stunned. Her peerlessly beautiful face appeared even more exquisite in her confusion.
"You will from now on." Xiao Ting chuckled softly. "You are Queen Medusa—your mother was, your grandmother was, and your future daughter will be too. It's a kingly inheritance of faith and the tribe. But she is not you. As my woman, you need a name of your own. I've decided to call you Cai Lin."
"Colored Glaze, radiant with seven hues, precious and dazzling—this name suits you perfectly."
Upon hearing this, Queen Medusa's lovely eyes flickered. She murmured softly, "Cai Lin… It's so simple and straightforward. It doesn't sound nice at all."
Xiao Ting grabbed her pair of jade-like feet and pulled hard, drawing her hips flush against him. "Really? It doesn't sound nice?"
"What kind of name is that? It's awful." Queen Medusa turned her head away, refusing to let Xiao Ting see the curve at the corner of her lips. She hadn't expected this man to give her a name—and one with such meaning, too.
For Queen Medusa, who lacked much cultural refinement, it was actually quite good.
But with Xiao Ting's soul perception, he could easily sense Cai Lin's true feelings. This woman was clearly pleased, even if she refused to admit it.
This man is still as stubborn-mouthed as ever.
"Cai Lin, has anyone ever told you something?" Meeting her puzzled gaze, Xiao Ting continued, "You, my dear, have a very hard mouth!"
Cai Lin: Of course—haven't you been saying that in your notes all the time?
"Hard mouth?" Medusa turned back, leaning down toward him until her full breasts brushed against his chest. Her voice dropped into a husky whisper. "I don't think so. Why don't you feel for yourself?"
She lowered her head and captured his lips in a deep, demanding kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting him boldly and proving just how soft and fragrant her "hard mouth" truly was. The kiss grew heated, wet, and possessive. Xiao Ting's hands roamed up her thighs, gripping the firm flesh as he kissed her back with equal fervor.
When they finally parted, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips.
"Want to leave?"
After Cai Lin proved her mouth was fragrant and soft, she tried to slip away, but Xiao Ting naturally refused. His arms wrapped around her slender waist, holding her firmly in place.
"What do you intend to do to this Queen!?"
A flash of panic appeared in Cai Lin's eyes. Today she had only wanted to tease Xiao Ting a little!
She understood very well what he wrote in his notes about "eating soft rice"—it simply meant he liked beautiful women. Xun Er had realized this early on and accepted it.
Moreover, Xun Er knew clearly that until her bloodline test results were out and she broke through to Dou Saint, she could not lose her virginity.
She had privately told Cai Lin that if feelings ran deep, there was no need to hold back—she wasn't that domineering.
The main reason was Cai Lin's own domineering personality, yet she genuinely acknowledged and supported Xun Er's position from the bottom of her heart.
Even without that concern, she still wasn't ready to go all the way right now.
"You!!!"
Queen Medusa wanted to release her Dou Ancestor pressure, but she feared hurting Xiao Ting if she used too much force. With some restraint, she ended up half-pushing, half-yielding, going along with Xiao Ting's wishes.
"Don't push your luck!" Cai Lin warned, her voice trembling slightly.
But Xiao Ting remained unmoved. He had already seen through Cai Lin's true nature.
This woman's mouth was as hard as ever—her words carried warnings, but her actual behavior showed none of it. Her body was already growing hotter, her breathing quicker, and the slick heat between her thighs betrayed her completely.
She was a Dou Ancestor now. Rejecting a mere Dou Spirit expert should take nothing more than a single thought, right?
With Queen Medusa's personality—far more domineering than most—she wouldn't even bother reasoning with anyone.
So her true intention was already crystal clear.
"Cai Lin, I still can't quite tell."
Facing a Dou Ancestor powerhouse, Xiao Ting—a mere Dou Spirit—gave it his all.
He gripped her hips firmly, aligned the thick, throbbing head of his cock against her dripping entrance, and pushed forward in one powerful thrust.
"Ah—!" Cai Lin's eyes widened sharply. A choked gasp tore from her throat as her untouched, scorching-hot inner walls were suddenly stretched wide around his thick shaft. The intense fullness made her back arch violently, her sharp nails digging deep into his shoulders. Even as a Dou Ancestor, her virgin body had never experienced such invasion. Every inch of him rubbed against sensitive nerves she never knew existed, sending electric waves of pleasure-pain straight to her core.
Xiao Ting groaned at the unbelievable tightness. Her walls clenched and rippled around him like molten silk, hot and slick with her arousal, greedily sucking him deeper. He didn't give her time to adjust. He pulled back slowly, letting her feel every thick vein dragging along her folds, then slammed back in to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping against her ass.
Cai Lin's full, proud breasts bounced wildly with each thrust. Her long, colorful hair cascaded around them like a living rainbow as her head fell back, exposing the elegant column of her throat. Soft, involuntary moans spilled from her lips despite her attempts to bite them back.
"Xiao Ting… you… insolent bastard… ahh!"
Her voice cracked into a husky cry as he angled his hips and hit a particularly deep, sensitive spot inside her. Her seven-colored Dou Qi flickered uncontrollably around her body, making her smooth skin glow faintly.
Cai Lin suddenly flipped their positions with her superior strength. She pushed him down hard onto his back and straddled him like the Queen she was. Her hands planted firmly on his chest as she began to ride him with fierce, dominating rolls of her hips. She slammed herself down onto his cock again and again, taking him to the root each time. Wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the room—her drenched pussy devouring his length with greedy hunger.
"Ha… ah… This is… what you wanted, isn't it?" she panted, her voice dripping with both arrogance and raw lust. Her inner muscles squeezed and milked him rhythmically, the rippling contractions almost too much to bear.
Xiao Ting gripped her swaying ass tightly, fingers sinking into the firm, supple flesh as he thrust up to meet her, driving even deeper. Her breasts bounced hypnotically above him. He leaned up and captured one stiff pink nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his other hand pinched and rolled the other.
Cai Lin's moans grew louder, more broken. She rode him faster, grinding her swollen clit against his pelvis with every downward stroke. Her body trembled as the first orgasm crashed through her. Her walls clamped down like a vice, spasming violently around his cock as hot nectar gushed out, soaking his groin and thighs.
But she didn't stop. The domineering Queen Medusa took him in every position her pride demanded—riding him until his vision blurred, then allowing him to flip her onto her back and pound into her with raw, relentless force. He folded her long legs against her chest and drove into her with deep, punishing strokes. The wet slap of flesh against flesh echoed endlessly.
She came again and again, each climax more intense than the last. Her body shuddered violently, seven-colored scales faintly flickering beneath her flawless skin as her tight channel convulsed and flooded around him. Her cries turned into hoarse screams of pleasure, all pretense of resistance long gone.
If not for the Purple Beast Flame constantly tempering his physique and the power of thunder restoring his vitality, Xiao Ting felt he might have been drained dry and left broken. A Seven-Colored Heaven-Swallowing Python in heat was simply too much—even for him.
Hours later, after countless rounds of fierce, passionate coupling, Cai Lin finally reached one last shattering climax. Her entire body locked up, back arching off the bed as she cried out his name in a broken, ecstatic voice. Her inner walls squeezed him with rhythmic, milking contractions so strong it pushed him over the edge.
With a deep groan, Xiao Ting buried himself to the hilt and erupted deep inside her, flooding her womb with thick, hot spurts of his seed.
They collapsed together in a sweaty, trembling tangle of limbs. Cai Lin's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body still twitching with aftershocks around his softening cock.
"You're very good," she said at last, her voice lazy and hoarse with satisfaction. A rare, genuine smile curved her lips. "This Queen is very satisfied."
She planted a shallow, lingering kiss on his lips. Her eyes and brows carried a lazy, post-orgasmic charm as seven-colored light bloomed softly from her body.
A few breaths later, a tiny seven-colored snake about an inch long appeared. It circled around Xiao Ting once, took a deep breath as if confirming something, then floated in front of him. It rubbed its head against his cheek, eyes filled with joy and a hint of shyness.
"You're all set. Seven-Colored Heaven-Swallowing Python, I'll call you Little Cai Er. My wife Cai Lin is Big Cai Er. Here, have something good to eat."
Xiao Ting took out some companion Purple Crystal Source from his storage ring and squeezed out a few drops of purple liquid.
Little Cai Er's beautiful, lively eyes lit up. She opened her mouth and swallowed them in one gulp, letting out a pleased sound.
After another round of affectionate rubbing, she slipped into Xiao Ting's sleeve and made comfortable noises.
Not bad—the fragrance she emitted lifted one's mood. Xiao Ting formed hand seals and entered a cultivation state.
Several more hours later, once his cultivation was fully stabilized at the peak of four-star Dou Spirit, he slowly stood up, summoned his Purple Crystal Wings, and soared into the sky, returning to the Xiao family.
"Big Brother Xiao Ting, did Sister Medusa succeed?"
Seeing Xiao Ting return, Xun Er, who had been alone refining her soul force while reading a special book, looked up and asked.
"She succeeded. She has transformed into a Seven-Colored Heaven-Swallowing Python and needs to sleep for a while to adapt to her Dou Ancestor strength." Xiao Ting smiled as he walked over and sat beside Xun Er.
"That's good." Xun Er lowered her eyes with a faint smile, resting her cheek on one hand as she looked at him. "This way, when Xun Er returns to the clan, I won't have to worry about Big Brother Xiao Ting's safety here in the Northwest Continent."
"You never need to worry about my safety." Xiao Ting took her hand. "I have ways to protect myself. Right now, though, there's something about you I want to discuss."
"What is it?" Xun Er guessed somewhat and listened attentively.
"What do you think of the Flame Mantra?" Xiao Ting asked directly.
"The Flame Mantra?" Xun Er turned serious. "Even if Big Brother Xiao Ting hadn't mentioned it, Xun Er wanted to talk to you about it sometime. A technique that can evolve—even the force behind me has never heard of such a thing. And the items needed for evolution are Heavenly Flames, extremely rare treasures on the Battle Qi Continent that everyone desires. Alchemists would fight over them with broken heads.
"If Cousin Xiao Yan exposes the existence of this technique, he might invite death upon himself.
"If he hadn't successfully swallowed the offspring flame of the Amethyst Winged Lion, I would never have believed it."
"Just as expected." Xiao Ting nodded seriously, as if he had anticipated her response. "Even you say so, which shows how bizarre and precious this technique is.
"Xun Er, although I am still weak and my vision isn't that broad, I have always believed that cultivation is also cultivating the heart—and even more so, cultivating the Dao.
"Anyone can condense hand seals to swallow heaven and earth energy, convert it into Battle Qi, and grow stronger. Techniques are merely aids that accelerate the process and grant Battle Qi some special abilities.
"Cultivating someone else's technique ultimately means walking someone else's path. While learning from many sources is fine and standing on the shoulders of giants can take you higher, if there's a chance to walk a path that belongs solely to you, why not try from the very beginning?
"What do you think?"
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