Seeing his gaze, Fei Ling gulped hard—she knew exactly what that look meant. Jian moved toward her slowly, his steps deliberate, measured. By now, he had expelled a portion of his energy into Maria and regained some degree of control, yet the heat still radiated off him in waves.
"What is it going to be?" he asked, his voice low, steady, as he faced her directly.
Fei Ling's throat tightened. Her eyes flicked down, and she swallowed again—this time at the sight of his dragon, glowing red like iron freshly pulled from a furnace, steam curling upward in steady wisps.
"I will help you," Fei Ling said, her expression firm, voice laced with resolve. "But only on one condition—don't go easy on me. I want to see the full extent of your techniques."
Jian shook his head, his tone calm yet unyielding. "Your body wouldn't be able to withstand it. Likewise, I don't yet have the cultivation to fully back the display of some of my techniques."
The weight in his voice silenced her. For a moment, Fei Ling was at a loss, realizing his words carried no jest—only truth.
"But," Jian added, his gaze narrowed as he stepped closer, "I can give you just enough… not to harm you."
Fei Ling shook her head. "No—you will teach me your technique," she said firmly.
Jian studied her for a moment, then gave a simple nod. "That's fine by me."
But before he could say more, she added, "And in return, I'll show you mine."
Jian didn't argue. He sat back on the bed, gesturing for her to approach. Fei Ling moved forward, kneeling between his legs, her eyes flicking up to meet his.
"This is payback for earlier," she said with a sly edge in her voice.
At her words, Jian only smiled, unfazed.
Seeing that smile, Fei Ling smirked inwardly. Let's see how long you'll keep that expression, she thought inwardly.
Without another word, she reached out and wrapped her hand around his dragon, spiritual Qi immediately pulsing from her palm. Slowly, deliberately, she began to stroke him.
The sudden jolt of sensation made Jian's body twitch despite himself. She wasn't just touching him—she was actively stimulating every nerve point through controlled bursts of spiritual energy.
To him, this was exactly what he needed, since forcefully ejaculating while carrying potent energy reserves was both taxing and dangerous.
Then, Fei Ling muttered under her breath, gulp art massive suction activating a cultivation art.
Spiritual light shimmered faintly around her throat as the muscles within her began to morph and tighten unnaturally.
Jian's eyes narrowed in surprise. Cultivation arts So she can use that…
Inwardly, he marveled. Cultivation arts had never been taught in the outer court during his time.
So this she must have taught herself, Jian thought, noticing the slight errors in her technique. He did not resist, instead relaxing his body as Fei Ling's relentless assault continued—her lips stretched to take his full length in one deep gulp, her head sliding back and forth with practiced but imperfect rhythm.
The pleasure built unceasingly, forcing Jian to release again and again until his complexion flushed a deep crimson. Each eruption filled her stomach with Yang Qi, pushing her body to its limits. When he sensed she could no longer take another mouthful, he lifted her effortlessly onto the bed.
Fei Ling opened her lips to protest, but the words never left. In an instant, Jian spun her around, his tongue plunging into her most sacred place. His voice resonated low and commanding as he chanted, "Savory Arts: Deep Ravine."
At once, his tongue transformed, slithering like a serpent, winding deeper and deeper into her inner cave until it brushed places untouched. The sudden intrusion sent shockwaves through her body, making her spasm uncontrollably as her eyes flew wide open.
In the haze of ecstasy, one thought burned through her mind—how monstrous Jian truly was. He had only just broken into the Meridian Connection Realm, yet the precision and control he wielded over his spiritual Qi was nothing short of flawless.
Jian did not relent. Even as Fei Ling writhed beneath his tongue, her body betraying her pride with every convulsion, he shifted seamlessly into his next display of dominance. His fingers traced glowing runes in the air, threads of Qi weaving together until they branded themselves against her lower abdomen.
"Blazing Meridian Seal."
At once, heat surged through her veins. Every meridian in her body felt ignited, her Qi flow accelerated against her will, amplifying every flicker of pleasure into waves that drowned her senses. Her hands clawed helplessly at the sheets as the technique forced her body to open, to respond, to drink in his Yang Qi like dry earth welcoming rain.
Before she could recover, Jian's voice thundered again, low and deliberate:
"Heaven's Lock: Petal Bind."
Invisible threads coiled around her limbs, not restraining her by force but magnifying the sensations of every movement. When she tried to twist away, the very act of resistance sent pulses of ecstasy through her body, chaining her spirit as much as her flesh. She screamed, not in pain, but in unbearable delight, her consciousness fraying at the edges.
Only then did Jian move above her, his aura pressing down like the weight of a storm. Sliding into her trembling form, he began to cultivate in unison, their breaths syncing, their Qi spiraling together in a dangerous, intoxicating dance. Fei Ling felt her dantian overflow as his Yang Qi flooded her channels, each thrust striking in rhythm with his spiritual control.
Her moans turned ragged, her nails raked across his back, but Jian did not falter. He rode the storm he had created, guiding her body and spirit through wave after wave until she could no longer hold herself upright.
At last, when the third flood of his Qi burst into her core, her eyes rolled back and her body collapsed against the bed. Unconscious, yet utterly sated, Fei Ling lay still—her meridians glowing faintly with the lingering traces of his techniques.
Jian withdrew, his breathing steady despite the ordeal. His gaze lingered on her for a long moment, unreadable, before a faint smirk touched his lips. She had endured more than he expected… but still not enough to withstand him at his full strength.