Suddenly, Qingyue’s strange laughter echoed in Nie Kong's mind, laced with undisguised schadenfreude. Nie Kong concentrated, and indeed, he detected the softest footfalls approaching, moving with incredible speed, steps that felt profoundly familiar.

"Long Meixian?"

Nie Kong was slightly taken aback. He had assumed if Long Meixian were to show up today, it would be much later, perhaps waiting until evening. To find her here in the morning was unexpected.

But this was perhaps for the best!

Since you still dare to show your face, then this old man won't bother with pleasantries anymore!

Does the tiger look like a sick cat when he isn't showing his might? Nie Kong snarled, his eyes unblinking, fixed on the exit of the bluestone path. The footsteps grew closer, and in a moment, the exceedingly familiar, stunningly graceful, and curvaceous white figure flashed out from the path and into Nie Kong’s line of sight.

Without a moment's hesitation, Nie Kong sprang up. Images of intimate moments with Long Meixian flashed rapidly through his mind—those from the secret chamber beneath the Red Chamber Pharmacy in Lingyu City, those hidden within the forests of the Tianlang Mountain Range, and even the ones upon the lounge chair on the top floor of the tavern...

Long Meixian seemed completely unprepared for Nie Kong's swift reaction. Her steps abruptly halted, her delicate body trembling subtly. A mesmerizing blush climbed her fair, tender face at a speed visible to the naked eye, then spread even faster to her ears and neck.

In an instant, Long Meixian was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling. She cried out in exasperation, "Nie Kong, you... you audacious man..." By the time the words trailed off, the intense surge of impulse was crashing over her like rolling tides, making it impossible for Long Meixian to suppress a soft, breathy moan.

"My audacity is nothing compared to yours!"

Nie Kong mocked, his smile cold. "One time wasn't enough, so you came for a second. If two weren't enough, you'd come for a third, not even sparing the daylight!"

A look of shock flickered across Long Meixian’s beautiful eyes at his words. Thick passion rippled through her gaze, and with a flash of white, she was instantly before Nie Kong. As her arms went to embrace her target, Nie Kong spun his body, pressing her down onto the lounge chair behind him.

With a ripping sound, shreds of clothing fluttered down, and in the blink of an eye, their two bodies were tightly intertwined.

Creak, creak...

The lounge chair seemed on the verge of collapse, groaning in protest.

The 'Dragon Couple Seal' possessed a peculiar charm; once its effects were activated, its execution relied solely on the mutual stamina. However, whoever initiated the seal held the greater initiative. Due to inherent differences between male and female constitutions, even when a woman initiated it, the man could occasionally seize control. But if the man started it, the man was virtually guaranteed to remain dominant.

Of course, the incident that occurred in the Tianlang Mountain Range was an extremely rare exception. After all, that was the first time Nie Kong had ever known of the 'Dragon Couple Seal,' and he was curious about everything related to it. Consequently, even though he triggered the effect, Long Meixian had managed to invert the power dynamic.

However, it wasn't long before Nie Kong regained the upper hand.

This time, Nie Kong was fully prepared; from the very beginning, Long Meixian only had the capacity to defend, unable to fight back.

The broad lounge chair became the perfect arena. Nie Kong was intentionally giving Long Meixian a profound lesson this time, and her soft, boneless form was subjected to one mesmerizing, explicit posture after another. The woman who had been so brazen for two days was now like a small, unsteady skiff adrift in the deep sea, passively enduring the surging waves of his attack.

Unbeknownst to her, the prior coolness on Long Meixian’s exquisitely beautiful face had vanished, replaced by soft, lingering moans that seemed capable of dispelling the dark clouds above.

When the slivers of light finally filtered down, the world returned to tranquility.

Under the illumination of the sun, the Red Dragon Flower bloomed even more gorgeously, its bright, dazzling light enveloping an area spanning several dozen meters.

Looking at Long Meixian, who lay limply on the lounge chair beside him like a newborn lamb, Nie Kong felt a sense of clarity. This great battle had lasted intermittently for over an hour; Nie Kong had exhausted every trick he knew, venting all the pent-up frustration accumulated over the last two days.

Although this encounter ultimately allowed Long Meixian to achieve her original goal, Nie Kong felt significantly more satisfied. Moreover, even though he had delivered countless seeds, whether even one could breach all the obstacles and take root within her body remained highly uncertain.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Long Meixian seemed to recover a slight bit of strength, and the jade-like hand resting on Nie Kong’s chest stirred softly.

Nie Kong snapped out of his reverie. He turned his head slightly and saw Long Meixian’s gaze filled with mortification and annoyance. He chuckled playfully, "Meixian, didn't you come every day asking for seed? Did the amount I gave you today prove insufficient?" As he spoke, he brought his palm down hard on her perfectly round hip. With a sharp snap, her hip undulated, and a bright red palm print instantly appeared on the already faintly pink, smooth skin.

Long Meixian snorted through her nose, then bit her red lip, forcing herself to prop up her delicate body. "Nie Kong, you've gone too far! How dare you treat me like this!"

Nie Kong sneered, "I’ve been exhausted for three days and haven't called you out for going too far. And you say I'm out of line? Long Meixian, are you sick in the head?"

"You..."

Long Meixian was a mixture of shame and fury, her teeth grinding audibly. "Nie Kong, you remember this! You will pay the price!" With that, she forced her supple body up from the lounge chair. She made no move to cover the intimate areas between her chest and legs, glanced at the shredded clothes on the floor, and her silhouette melted into the void.

Her destination was the small structure outside the flower thicket.

Nie Kong scoffed at Long Meixian's harsh threat. He condensed the essence energy of his spiritual treasure into a beam, sending it like a thread toward Long Meixian inside the house: "The price is merely a seed sprouting. That would be fine too; I was hoping for a little one anyway, and I can use your belly!"

The green bamboos were lush, the atmosphere secluded and elegant.

"Long Xuechan, get out here!"

About fifteen minutes later, a sharp feminine shout like a clap of thunder shattered the valley's peace, startling dozens of small birds into fluttering flight. Long Ping and Long Ting, who had been sitting perched on the tips of bamboo branches, nearly fell off. After barely steadying themselves, they looked over to see Long Meixian charging in from outside the valley.

Long Meixian was now wearing a green dress she had selected from Long Xuechan’s wardrobe. Her delicate face was ashen, and her eyes held an ineffable mixture of shame and rage.

Ignoring the Ping Ting sisters, who had just paused their cultivation above, and paying no mind to the Phantom Hawk King patrolling the courtyard perimeter, Long Meixian shoved open the bamboo door and rushed into the bamboo house. Her eyes scanned the room quickly, and with a flash of green, she was standing outside the door of a tightly shut bedroom.

Lifting her right foot...

"Bang!"

The delicate bamboo door, inlaid with slivers of bamboo, instantly shattered into pieces. Long Meixian charged inside without hesitation.