CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47 - ELDER FENG’S POV

What madness had I entangled myself in? I, Elder Feng Lianhua, architect of empires and breaker of realms, reduced to bargaining with this... this upstart in his den of depravity.

The words still burned in my throat like swallowed venom: "I want you to fuck me."

Uttered in front of his simpering women, no less. The maid-Mei Ling, or whatever her inconsequential name was-had gasped like a startled deer, while the archer one, Lin Yue, stared with eyes sharp enough to pierce spirit armor.

And him? Zhao Tianlong, with that infernal smirk, as if he’d already claimed victory over my body and soul.

The suppressive arrays in the chamber hummed mockingly, sealing in the echo of my demand.

I had come here for answers, for that intoxicating rush he’d forced upon me earlier-that shameful "champagne time" where my body had betrayed me, squirting like some common whore under his fingers. Ecstasy, he’d called it.

A lie, surely, but one that lingered, heating my core even now.

My thighs rubbed together involuntarily, the friction a pathetic attempt to quell the ache, but it only worsened the slick warmth gathering there.

These perverted women... do they not know we will die in that place if we don’t plan well?

His sigh echoed in my mind, casual as if we discussed tea leaves rather than the Abyssal Demon Realm’s maw. Arrogant fool.

Yet his words had stayed my hand, pulling me from the brink of crushing him beneath my Nascent Soul might. He needed preparation, he’d said. Fine. Let him scheme. But three days? I would not wait idle.

The realm called to me even then-a distant whisper in my qi, like shadows coiling at the edges of perception. It knew we plotted its violation, and it hungered.

I suppressed a shudder, masking it with a flick of my robes as I rose. "Three days, Tianlong. No more. Fail to prepare, and our ’exchange’ ends before it begins." My voice was ice, but inside, curiosity burned-what depravities did he plan in this time? Would he attempt to "educate" me further, as he had with his crude anatomy lesson?

The memory of his fingers plunging into my... cunt... made my walls clench traitorously. Disgusting. Tainted. Yet... intriguing.

He nodded, that damnable smile never fading, as if he read my thoughts. "As you wish, Elder. We’ll be ready." His women flanked him, the maid’s eyes shining with blind devotion, the archer’s gaze a mix of wariness and something fiercer.

Family, he’d called them. How quaint. How mortal.

I departed without another word, my aura flaring to mask the heat still simmering between my legs. The sect’s corridors blurred past as I strode to my private quarters, but my mind lingered in that chamber.

What would he do with his three days? Ravish them senseless, no doubt, turning preparation into another orgy of flesh.

Perverted man.

But if that was his path to power... perhaps I would observe. For research, of course. Nothing more.

***

Three hours. It had been three interminable hours since I’d slipped into this... this pleasure palace of his, hidden within the sect’s guest quarters like a thief in the night.

The dimensional space was a marvel, I had to admit-vast chambers that defied physical laws, walls of silk and jade pulsing with an energy that made my skin tingle unpleasantly.

Or pleasantly? No, focus.

I was here to monitor, to ensure this fool didn’t squander our time on base indulgences.

Yet as I watched from my concealed vantage-a shadowed alcove warded by my personal arrays-the scene unfolding defied my expectations.

The two women sat on the massive bed, hands folded primly in their laps like disciples awaiting a lecture.

Mei Ling, the maid, fidgeted slightly, her pencil skirt riding up her thighs, exposing smooth skin that still bore faint marks from whatever depravities he’d inflicted last night. Lin Yue, the archer, sat ramrod straight, her jeans and cropped top accentuating her warrior’s build, green eyes occasionally darting to the man with a mix of frustration and... fondness?

And I, hidden in the shadows, observed it all, my robes pooling around me as I knelt in silence, aura suppressed to nothingness.

They were discussing him-Zhao Tianlong, seated at a desk across the room, his back to them, surrounded by maps and scrolls that glowed with infused qi.

He scribbled furiously, occasionally muttering to himself, completely absorbed. No lecherous glances, no crude advances. Just... research.

Planning. For three hours straight.

"Can you believe it?" Mei Ling whispered, her voice a mix of awe and confusion, leaning toward Lin Yue. "I thought... after last night, he’d want to... you know. But look at him. He’s been like that since we started. Asking about the realm’s layouts, the beasts’ patterns, even quizzing us on sect lore. It’s like he’s a different person."

Lin Yue nodded slowly, her ponytail swaying as she glanced at his broad back. "Unexpected. I figured he’d pin one of us to the bed by now, maps be damned. But no-he’s actually studying. Analyzing every detail. He even asked about void beast migration cycles. Who knew the pervert had a brain?"

I suppressed a scoff from my hiding spot. Pervert indeed. Yet there he was, quill scratching against parchment, cross-referencing ancient texts with modern sect reports Feng had provided.

Every so often, he’d call out a question-"Mei, what’s the average phase duration for shadow wraiths?" or "Yue, confirm the Obsidian Gate’s ward frequencies?"-and they’d answer promptly, like dutiful aides. But their conversation had veered, growing more... intimate.

"It’s kind of hot, though," Mei Ling admitted with a shy giggle, her cheeks pinking. "Seeing him so focused. Like he’s doing all this for us. Protecting us. Makes me want to... reward him later." She shifted on the bed, her skirt hiking higher, revealing a flash of lace panties that made my own thighs clench involuntarily.

Disgusting. Why did such vulgarity stir me?

Lin Yue rolled her eyes, but there was a softness there, a reluctant smile. "You’re hopeless. But yeah... it’s different. Not the brute from last night. This is... strategic. Calculated. Almost makes me respect the bastard more."

She paused, voice dropping. "Though if he keeps ignoring us, I might just strip and see how long that concentration lasts."

Mei Ling gasped, swatting her arm playfully. "Yue! You’d really-?"

"Why not? He’s been pounding you senseless for hours, and I’m just supposed to watch? Maybe I’ll climb on that desk, spread my legs over his maps, and-"

Their laughter bubbled up, light and teasing, but it grew louder, more explicit-Mei Ling whispering about "riding him until the scrolls tear," Lin Yue countering with "bending over the desk for a proper strategy session."

Vulgar. Childish. Yet the images they painted stirred that unwelcome heat in my core again, my "cunt" clenching at the thought of such debauchery.

I shifted slightly in my alcove, robes rustling too loudly-damn.

Tianlong’s chuckle cut through their chatter, low and amused, without even turning around. "Ladies, if you’re done planning my seduction, perhaps focus on the actual plan? We’re entering hell in three days. Laughter’s good, but distraction kills." He paused, quill scratching one final note. "Though... keep it up. It’s motivating."