Chapter 4: Cultivation Divine Techniques

Lu Zhongming was full of energy. Two and a half years ago, he had long admired the Sword Maiden. Among a group of heroes, he stood out and won her favor, becoming her devoted follower.

When Lu Zhongming first stepped into the Sword Maiden's palace, facing the Sword Maiden whose appearance and figure were like those of a celestial maiden, that night, his energy and desire seemed inexhaustible. He fucked her again and again on the bed, enjoying the Sword Maiden's perfect and moving body to the fullest.

Sword Maiden also experienced his powerful masculine abilities, and, having tasted the sweetness, they became addicted. For the next two weeks, the two acted like husband and wife, making love in bed every night. Every night, Lu Zhongming would ejaculate inside the goddess more than twice before he would stop. This continued for more than half a month, night after night, which shows how strong his stamina was.

Having not shared a bed with Sword Maiden for three days, Lu Zhongming was already feeling extremely aggrieved.

He had already rolled up the sword maiden's long skirt, revealing two fair and delicate legs. Lu Zhongming kissed her calves a few times, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from them, a look of intoxication on his face: "Palace Master, your legs are so beautiful."

Qin Yuning rolled her eyes at him reproachfully, "You're such a jerk, what's so great about kissing someone's legs?"

As if he were playing with some precious treasure, Lu Zhongming touched and kissed Qin Yuning's rounded calves and slender feet, saying, "The Palace Master's legs are the most beautiful in the world, fragrant and tender, warm as jade, and white as pearls."

Qin Yuning's eyes sparkled with desire as she asked, "Is she really as beautiful as you say?"

Lu Zhongming answered very seriously, "Yes."

Qin Yuning pulled her beautiful legs out of Lu Zhongming's arms, put on her embroidered shoes, leaned close to Lu Zhongming's ear, and left a sweet kiss on his cheek with her red lips, saying, "Since you're saying such nice things, haven't you always wanted me to help you with my feet? Tonight, I'll make an exception."

Lu Zhongming felt a surge of excitement upon hearing this.

For the past two years, he and Jian Ji had been deeply in love, their intimacy bordering on husband and wife. However, Jian Ji had always refused to use her mouth and feet to pleasure him in bed, much to his regret. Tonight, Jian Ji took the initiative, and how could Lu Zhongming not be excited?

What Lu Zhongming didn't know was that Qin Yuning had always refused to use her mouth and feet to masturbate him because there had once been a man who really enjoyed doing that; he was the only man she was willing to do it for.

The two embraced intimately as they returned to their palace.

Lu Zhongming held Qin Yuning's soft, boneless body in his arms, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her. His penis was already hard as iron. He held Qin Yuning and kissed her for a while, then impatiently unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.

A large, dark penis sprang out, its intense masculine scent hitting Qin Yuning. Her face flushed slightly, her heart fluttering. She took off her shoes and got into bed. One of her slender feet, encased in white socks, rested against the back of Lu Zhongming's penis, while her other small, beautiful foot stepped on the shaft, creating a pincer movement. She then began to slowly rub it.

Lu Zhongming trembled as her warm, soft feet rubbed his penis. He sat half-upright on the bed, watching the goddess of countless men's dreams on the mainland meticulously rubbing his penis with her jade-like feet, and a strong sense of pride welled up within him.

Countless men on the mainland dream of kissing a beautiful woman, but only he, as one of the three great martial arts masters, can enjoy endless blessings of beauty.

Qin Yuning rubbed for a while, seeing that Lu Zhongming was already panting heavily and his penis was as hard as an iron rod, she knew he was about to climax. So she increased the speed of her feet, and sure enough, soon Lu Zhongming couldn't hold back anymore, and his penis began to throb violently. In the blink of an eye, at the moment he ejaculated, Qin Yuning quickly pressed the sole of her foot against his blunt penis head, and the white semen sprayed onto the sole of her foot, soaking her white socks.

Lu Zhongming wore an expression of unsatisfaction, his wet, erect penis still displaying its undiminished virility. "The Palace Master's skills are truly beyond expectation."

Qin Yuning gave him a reproachful look, took off her socks, then loosened her belt and slipped off her green dress.

Lu Zhongming lay on the bed as the stunningly beautiful woman before him undressed, revealing a flawless, jade-like body.

He was about to get up when the beauty pressed him down with one hand. "Lie down, I'll be on top."

Lu Zhongming knew Jian Ji's style very well. If the beauty said she wanted to be on top, she would definitely be on top. If you dared to roll over and pin her down, you would be kicked off the bed immediately, and it would be difficult to climb back up.

The title "Sword Maiden of Penglai" is well-deserved.

Qin Yuning found the right spot and sat down with her shapely buttocks. Lu Zhongming immediately felt himself entering a tight, moist, and warm honey cave. The feeling of his penis being tightly wrapped from all sides was incredibly arousing.

Qin Yuning began to sway her supple waist. Her red lips parted slightly, and her breath was sweet as orchids. A beautiful moan, like heavenly music, escaped from her lips. Lu Zhongming held her slender waist with one hand and caressed her firm, round breasts with the other.

The soft, full breasts were tightly grasped by five fingers, and the delicate, smooth, and full feeling made Lu Zhongming fondle them and knead them vigorously.

As night deepened, the quiet palace was filled with the scent of spring.

The two made love on the bed for nearly half an hour, changing positions one after another. Finally, Lu Zhongming rolled over and pinned Qin Yuning beneath him, spreading her long, beautiful legs across his shoulders, and thrusting his penis deep into her body.

Just as Qin Yuning reached the peak of her lust, Lu Zhongming's thrusting speed also reached its limit, with the sounds of "slap slap slap slap" ringing out incessantly, fucking Qin Yuning until she was dying and coming back to life.

After Lu Zhongming ejaculated countless offspring deep inside Qin Yuning, the two embraced and kissed tenderly on the bed, their lips and tongues intertwined, enjoying the afterglow of their passion.

After a moment, their lips parted, and Lu Zhongming, gazing at the beauty's flushed face, said emotionally, "So beautiful, Palace Master, please marry me!"

Qin Yuning was taken aback for a moment, met his gaze, and then chuckled, "What's this, a proposal?"

Lu Zhongming said sincerely, "From the first moment I saw you, I made up my mind to marry you. Now, we are as intimate and loving as husband and wife. I humbly request that you grant my request."

A moment of silence.

Qin Yuning said, "You yourself said that we are already like husband and wife, so why should we dwell on this so-called marriage agreement?"

Lu Zhongming looked at her and said, "Because I want the whole continent to know that the Sword Maiden has officially married me, Lu Zhongming."

"I need to think about this matter some more," Qin Yuning said calmly.

Lu Zhongming hesitated, but seeing her suddenly lose interest, he had no choice but to swallow his words.

He was somewhat anxious. This wasn't the first time he had proposed to the Sword Maiden; back in the second month of their relationship, he had proposed, but she had rejected him. At the time, their relationship was very passionate, so he hadn't thought much of it.

The two had been together for a long time. Lu Zhongming often made love to Jian Ji, and he always ejaculated inside her, yet Jian Ji never showed any signs of getting pregnant. Unable to contain himself any longer, one night he finally asked Jian Ji to have a child for him, only to be met with her ruthless refusal. It was then that he began to feel a sense of crisis.

Lu Zhongming was completely baffled.

Sword Maiden was in the prime of her life, at the most beautiful time of a woman's life. Both of them were top-notch masters. If she were willing to bear a child for Lu Zhongming, the child's talent would surely surpass Lin Zixuan's. This would be a great thing for both him and Penglai Palace. However, he couldn't understand why Sword Maiden had rejected him again and again.

If it weren't for the fact that the Sword Maiden had already offered her noble body to him and become his woman, Lu Zhongming would even suspect that she still harbored feelings for her ex-husband.

Thinking about this, Lu Zhongming was truly troubled.

For the next few days, Lin Zixuan stayed indoors. His father had disappeared after his battle with the demonic dragon, and it was possible he had met with some misfortune. This conjecture left him extremely depressed, and he lost all interest in his usual passion for martial arts. He spent his days in his room with Wangcai.

That day, he took out the overcoat from the bundle his father had left behind. Wangcai, who was sleeping on the ground, suddenly perked up his ears, came to Lin Zixuan's feet, and barked urgently.

Lin Zixuan frowned: "Wangcai, what's wrong? These are Father's clothes, don't chew them up."

However, Wangcai ignored him and continued to tug at the coat in his hand with its mouth. Lin Zixuan immediately sensed something was wrong, so he let go and allowed Wangcai to take the well-preserved coat away.

Wangcai put the coat on the ground and then began to rummage through it.

Lin Zixuan exclaimed "Huh?" and Wangcai pulled a folded sheepskin scroll from his coat and brought it to him.

When Lin Zixuan unfolded the parchment, the four large characters that came into view immediately made his pupils shrink.

Cultivation Divine Technique!

Lin Zixuan had never heard of this martial art before.

Upon recalling the man's astonishing cultivation level, Lin Zixuan's hands, holding the parchment scroll, trembled slightly.

"Refine essence into qi, refine qi into spirit, refine spirit into emptiness, refine emptiness into the Dao. At the Great Perfection, even ghosts and gods cannot stop you." Lin Zixuan hissed and gasped, "This cultivation technique has such an overbearing tone."

However, the thought that even a god-like dragon like a man was wary of him made him feel relieved.

He continued reading, and a line of tiny, blood-red characters appeared before his eyes.

"This technique is the treasure of the Xuanyuan clan. Only those with the bloodline of the Xuanyuan Emperor can learn it. Any other clansman who tries to learn it will die from a blood explosion. Remember this! To learn this technique is to dedicate one's life to slaying the demonic dragon. May my bloodline one day wield the Xuanyuan Sword and rid the world of this great scourge. Respectfully left by the Xuanyuan Emperor."

After reading this line, Lin Zixuan was completely dumbfounded. "What... what exactly is going on?"

Lin Zixuan quickly calmed down and began to analyze everything that had happened.

While the surname Xuanyuan is not common on the continent, it's not particularly rare either. However, the name "Emperor Xuanyuan" made Lin Zixuan realize that things weren't so simple. Because throughout the nearly thousand-year history of the Martial Continent, no emperor had ever been surnamed Xuanyuan. Therefore, he had to push the timeline back further to the ancient era, a time of countless wars that destroyed countless historical records.

This is a secret from ancient times.

The secret manual states that anyone not of royal blood from the Xuanyuan clan who practices it will die from a blood explosion, even members of the Xuanyuan clan are no exception. Those members of the Xuanyuan royal family who practice the manual have accepted the mission of slaying the demonic dragon.

Combining all of this with reality, Lin Zixuan finally understood why the man stayed on Penglai Island all day after getting married, refusing to set foot on the mainland, no matter how much Qin Yuning asked, he just wouldn't budge.

Even on that day, when Qin Yuning drove the man out of Penglai Island in front of countless guests, he still wore a carefree grin. After facing the demonic dragon up close, Lin Zixuan vaguely understood that the man was deeply in love with Qin Yuning, which was why he was willing to separate from her rather than reveal any of his martial arts skills.

It's better to be hated and disliked by her than to one day face the painful reality of two people who deeply love each other being separated by death.

Therefore, the man could rather separate from his beloved wife, hiding alone in the deep mountains of a secluded island, day after day, steadfastly fulfilling his mission and awaiting the appearance of the dragon. Only when he occasionally missed his beloved wife and children would he secretly return. But by then, his beloved wife had already found a new lover, another outstanding man had become her lover, replacing him, and sharing his beautiful wife's bed every night.

It's impossible to guess what the man was thinking, but we can glean some clues from the fact that all three of them were depicted in the painting, except for Qin Yuning's new love, Lu Zhongming.

Men are not as carefree as they seem; they still care.

Lin Zixuan really hoped that his upright and indomitable father was still alive, and he had a sliver of hope that his father and mother could rekindle their relationship.

But this hope is extremely slim.

He had a gut feeling that the dragon was still alive. The dragon's vitality was far beyond what humans could match; even if it was severely injured, it could dive into the sea and no one could do anything about it.

Lin Zixuan hesitated, unsure whether he should practice the martial arts described there.

His martial arts skills were inherited from his mother, and his internal energy was already highly refined. If he were to rashly practice another, unclear martial art, it would do him more harm than good. After thinking for a moment, he temporarily folded up the sheepskin roll.

However, at this moment, Wangcai kept tugging at his trouser leg and barking incessantly.

"Wangcai, what are you doing? You're not trying to make me practice the secret techniques on this, are you?"

Lin Zixuan understood Wangcai's bark; its current sound meant affirmation. Lin Zixuan was both amused and exasperated: "Wangcai, you don't understand. You can't just practice with this stuff like that."

Wangcai started barking urgently again, as if he wouldn't give up until he agreed.

Lin Zixuan had no choice but to say, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you and see what happens first."

When he spread the parchment out on the table to look at it, Wangcai indeed stopped barking and lazily lay on the ground. Lin Zixuan spent nearly an hour carefully and meticulously reading the parchment from beginning to end, but the more he looked, the more incredible it became.

This so-called divine cultivation technique was completely different from the martial arts he knew. It only required meditation and had only the mental formula and incantation, without any accompanying moves.

Initially, the cultivator circulates their true energy according to the incantation, coordinating with breathing techniques, successfully completing eight small cycles throughout the body's meridians, thus entering the first major realm of refining essence into qi. Once in this realm, essence and qi will transform into true qi, and the cultivator's internal strength will increase significantly. This stage is called the Foundation Establishment period.

After the Refining Essence into Qi stage, one can attempt to complete sixteen major cycles of Qi circulation. Successful completion leads to the Refining Qi into Spirit stage. This stage is extremely important, symbolizing the cultivator's ability to transform their internal Qi into a higher level of existence. The so-called "spirit" refers to a kind of spiritual power, derived from internal force but far more powerful. According to the text, an equal amount of internal force will be condensed and compressed into one-third the amount of spiritual power. This means that with diligent cultivation, once the time is right, the cultivator's internal force will be three times stronger than before. This stage is called the Meridian Condensation stage.

After entering the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation stage, reaching the Spirit Refining and Void Returning stage is a natural progression. At this realm, spiritual power will experience an explosive increase, and every movement will possess immense power. At this time, the cultivator's spiritual sense will be greatly enhanced, and all five senses will reach their human limits. They can see a fly a thousand feet away, and with a thought, hear whispers a hundred feet away. This stage is called the Golden Core stage, because the cultivator has already formed a Golden Core within their body.

According to Lin Zixuan's speculation, his father should be at the peak of the Golden Core stage.

The final stage is the Refinement of Emptiness and Integration with the Dao. At this point, the golden elixir within the cultivator's body no longer serves only a function within the body, but becomes a bridge connecting heaven and earth, possessing wondrous abilities. It allows the cultivator to continuously draw spiritual energy from the surrounding天地 (heaven and earth), transforming it into their own spiritual power, thus achieving invincibility. Moreover, at this stage, the cultivator's divine sense can break through the limitations of the physical body, enabling them to travel freely within a certain range. This stage is called the Great Ascension Stage.

Leaving aside this final realm, even the Golden Core stage is something Lin Zixuan yearns for.

Lin Zixuan had his doubts about the authenticity of the parchment, but the appearance of the demonic dragon and the martial arts skills his father displayed that surpassed the pinnacle of human skill dispelled all his doubts.

The only remaining question is whether he can cultivate this "Cultivation Divine Technique".

Lin Zixuan turned to look at Wangcai on the ground. It was wagging its tail and looking at him hopefully. After thinking for a moment, he decided to take the risk.

"Wangcai, you keep watch for me. If anything happens to me, go out and call for help immediately, okay?" Lin Zixuan patted its head.

Wangcai obediently barked twice. Although Qin Yuning often called it a silly dog, it only looked silly in appearance and behavior. In fact, it was a very smart dog. It was even fierce enough to challenge the demon dragon. It was by no means an ordinary dog.

Lin Zixuan sat cross-legged on the bed and began to circulate his inner energy according to the incantation on the parchment scroll, directing it along the meridians indicated on the scroll.

The internal energy circulation path in "The Divine Cultivation Techniques" was completely different from any internal energy cultivation method Lin Zixuan had ever seen. He decided to take the risk and try it with trepidation. He planned to stop immediately if anything went wrong during the process.

However, to Lin Zixuan's surprise, as the true energy flowed through his meridians, a warm current emanated from his body. This warm current then merged with the true energy, accelerating its circulation and quickly completing a small cycle within his body.

Lin Zixuan felt as if he were in a warm ocean, and the comfortable feeling almost made him groan out loud.

When he opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air, he was surprised to find that his internal energy had increased slightly after only one small cycle of circulation.

this……

He was completely shocked by this speed. Under normal circumstances, it would take him at least three days to achieve such results, and this was only a small cycle.

Feeling hungry, Lin Zixuan realized that it was already dusk; he had been sitting there for an hour and a half.

Lin Zixuan was overjoyed. With the "Cultivation Divine Technique," he would have the opportunity to become a peerless master like his father. If the Demon Dragon were to reappear in the future, he would also have a chance to avenge his past humiliation.

Lin Zixuan felt a strong sense of crisis. A powerful demonic dragon was hidden at the bottom of Longhu Peak. His father had been staying on Penglai Island, probably partly to protect Penglai Palace, in addition to his mission.

Lin Zixuan is able to cultivate the "Cultivation Divine Technique," so he should be a member of the Xuanyuan royal family. However, since his father's name is Lin Tianhao, his surname is naturally Lin, not Xuanyuan.

Just then, light footsteps came from outside the door, and Lin Zixuan quickly put the parchment away.

It was Xing'er who arrived. The little girl was very excited. When she saw Lin Zixuan, she chattered excitedly, "Young Master, Young Master, come with me quickly."

"What's making you so excited?" Lin Zixuan asked helplessly as Xing'er tried to pull him away as soon as she entered the room.

"Sister Wan'er is back! Young Master, you'd never guess what came with her."

Lin Zixuan perked up upon hearing this: "Sister Wan'er is back! Where is she?" As he walked, he continued to ask, "What else did Sister Wan'er bring? Last time she said she was bringing some classmates to visit the palace. Is that alright?"

Lin Zixuan had not seen Wenren Wan for several months and missed her terribly. He wasn't particularly interested in anyone else besides her.

Xing'er ran ahead of him and, upon hearing this, made an exaggerated gesture with both hands: "A dragon, such a huge dragon!"

Lin Zixuan's pupils contracted sharply, and cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead. He couldn't help but exclaim, "What did you say? A dragon!" Lin Zixuan was now completely terrified of the mere mention of dragons.

Xing'er, not understanding, said, "Yes, that dragon belongs to one of Wan'er's classmates. It's really big, has two heads, and can fly. It looks fierce, but it's very well-behaved in front of Wan'er, and she finds it quite cute."

Upon hearing that it wasn't a demonic dragon, Lin Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the situation, it should be a flying dragon from the Western Continent. Trade between the Western Continent and the Martial Extremity Continent is very frequent, and it's rumored that some powerful families raise flying dragons; this isn't unusual. However, a two-headed flying dragon is something he'd never heard of before; it must be an extremely rare species.

Xing'er led the way, chattering incessantly.

"Many of the classmates who came with Sister Wan'er look quite strange, with blonde hair and blue eyes. The girls among them are dressed very daringly, showing off their thighs. Xing'er blushed when she saw them. I heard that women in the Western Continent are all like that. But they are all very polite and even complimented me on my beauty. Young Master, you will be shocked when you see Sister Wan'er. Xing'er almost didn't recognize her just now."

"Oh, how exactly did you scare me?" Lin Zixuan immediately became very interested.

Xing'er immediately launched into a long explanation: "Sister Wan'er is a lady from a respectable family. She usually wears long skirts, just like a lady. But this time when Sister Wan'er came back, she was dressed like her female classmates. She wore long boots, short skirts, and long stockings. Although she didn't go bare-legged like the others, her skirts didn't cover her stockings, so a small part of her thighs was still exposed. It was so embarrassing to see."

Xing'er blushed slightly as she spoke, but at the end, she added, "However, although it's a little embarrassing, Xing'er thinks that Sister Wan'er looks really beautiful in that outfit."

Lin Zixuan listened with great interest. Wenren Wan had always been conservative, and even accidentally showing a bit of her calf in front of outsiders was unacceptable to her. Who would have thought that after Bailu Academy recruited a group of noble students from the Western Continent, just a few months of contact would make the conservative Wenren Wan become bolder? He couldn't help but feel a little expectant.