Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 982 - 409: Shameless ’Undergarment

In the moonlit forest, a tranquil stream shimmered with a gentle glow as it trickled by, while a soft breeze rustled the branches, lending an urgency to their whispers.

Dongfang Xinglan's ten fingers, resting against the tree trunk, clenched and relaxed involuntarily. Her delicate face tilted upwards at intervals, eyes dreamy and slightly wider than usual.

A colorful cloud drifted past, and the moonlight spilled cool and clear over the mortal world, casting a glow upon the forest and her moonlike, smooth skin beneath her top.

Under the cool moonbeam, as beads of sweat slid down, Dongfang Xinglan's complexion shone dazzlingly white.

Between her top and silk pants, bunched at her ankles, her long, slender legs occasionally bent, causing the insides of her knees to gently brush against each other.

Each time this happened, Lu Jin'an, perspiring heavily, seemed to breathe a little more heavily as well. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Mm..."

Ultimately, Dongfang Xinglan was a bit weaker—due to the difference in physique brought on by cultivation.

As her legs gave way, Dongfang Xinglan had to brace her forearms against the tree trunk, resting her smooth forehead upon them, her thick, raven-black hair draping over her flushed cheeks and veiling her eyes, filled with sated bliss.

This sensation, so dizzying as if to topple the soul, stripped away her regal aura as King Qin, leaving only breathless confusion.

And with Lu Jin'an's uneven breath, Dongfang Xinglan began to fall forward toward the ground.

If not for Lu Jin'an's quick reflexes in catching her waist, she would have hit the ground directly.

Turning, Lu Jin'an leaned against the trunk and lifted Dongfang Xinglan into his arms, their damp breaths weaving together as they savored the warmth after the heat.

Though his fingertips remained still at Dongfang Xinglan's waist, Lu Jin'an could feel the rippling of her abs, like flowing water.

A hint of a smile flitted through his eyes; though Dongfang Xinglan's physique was somewhat special and exerted a potent impact on him, the sensations returned were even more vivid than those of ordinary people.

However, despite this, her "combat strength" should not be underestimated. Already second only to Senior Sister in "strength," should her cultivation catch up, she might even surpass the aloof Senior Sister.

Contemplating this, Lu Jin'an looked down at Dongfang Xinglan, her flushed face showing traces of reminiscence, and asked leisurely, "When did you open your first Dao Palace?"

Dongfang Xinglan slowly opened her eyes after a while, "Back when I returned to the Southwest... Speaking of which, thanks to your 'origin' yang energy, otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy to open Tanlang Palace."

At this, Lu Jin'an looked puzzled. After so long, it hadn't been assimilated?

Though the main reason was likely due to the absorption of Star Power from a young age through the Ten Directions Breathing Technique.

"Tanlang Palace, huh..."

Lu Jin'an glanced skywards, where the dense foliage only allowed a view of the Southern Dipper Star System's location, concealing the specific stars.

Nonetheless, he confirmed that a Dao Palace opened with the aid of the Southern Dipper Star System's energy was indeed a Dao Palace.

"What's its purpose?" Lu Jin'an asked softly.

"Slaughter and battle."

Understanding dawned on Lu Jin'an; Tanlang Palace bore an uncanny resemblance to Po Jun Dao Palace.

Seems he needed to seize the opportunity to acquire some techniques for opening Dao Palaces from Upper Realm cultivators, as he'd never encountered the Southern Dipper Star System's Body Tempering Techniques in the Lower Realm.

Or perhaps... a more complete Ten Directions Breathing Technique.

With those less important thoughts set aside, Lu Jin'an's gaze returned to her sweat-slicked, enchanting body, the beautiful curves undulating with each breath, creating an illusion that made it hard to look away.

Especially the droplets pooling at her navel, rippling with the motions of her abs.

Finally, his gaze lingered on Dongfang Xinglan's charming face.

Her long hair loosed, stirred lightly by the breeze, some strands sticking to her cheeks, snowy neck, and fragrant shoulders, saturated with sweat, adhering slickly like thick ink, exuding a heady beauty of desire.

"Still feeling proud?" Lu Jin'an asked, smiling warmly.

Dongfang Xinglan glanced at him, "Wait until I catch up to you, then we'll see who can still be smug."

"Haha, alright."

"Let me down."

"Can you stand steadily?"

"You're underestimating me?" Dongfang Xinglan said, gathering her clothes while standing, though her previously proud expression faltered for a moment, her brows knitting in reflexive discomfort.

"Perhaps I should keep holding you." Lu Jin'an chuckled.

"It's not that I'm out of strength, just a bit sore." Dongfang Xinglan shot him a look, then picking up her silk pants, she grabbed her jacket and strolled toward where Iron Hoof Cloud was, "Collect that soil... I'll use it to nurture flowers."

Lu Jin'an chuckled, glancing at the base of the tree, raising his brows slightly, nothing of his own...

But recalling Dongfang Xinglan's fine-tuned control over her body, he understood.

"It's normal to keep it all stored."

As Lu Jin'an muttered to himself, he started gathering up his clothes, crouching down to dig at the earth, unaffected by the thought of Dongfang Xinglan becoming pregnant from this.

After all, Dongfang Xinglan's physique, lacking the fortitude of having opened seven Dao Palaces like his, couldn't allow for conception.

While Lu Jin'an dug beneath the tree, Dongfang Xinglan stood by Iron Hoof Cloud, taking up a gold embroidered belly band with a phoenix motif from the saddle, biting her lip as a flicker of shyness passed through her eyes, fixated on the scene of an ardent phoenix embroidered on the cloth.

That she'd entrusted herself upon the horse's back...

Dongfang Xinglan closed her eyes, drawing a deep breath. What had caused her to be so forward just before?

Was it the thrill of the environment?

Or perhaps she simply didn't like doing it traditionally in bed...