Chapter Twenty-Six~ Tournament of Pride(11)

Having just dealt with a painstaking event, Wei Jian was too befuddled to continue training. Instead, he had a dilemma that he needed to resolve. Even though Long Wei was a master at battle arts and alchemy, he was not him. He is not as talented and did not want to copy another's a success.

Furthermore, investing in alchemy would drain him too much since it required him to invest some of his time and spiritual strength in alchemy. And unlike Long Wei, Wei Jian saw no point in alchemy when in this world there seems to be more experts in the particular field.

Instead was more interested in the battle arts that he was bequeathed. The number of sword techniques, palm, spear, saber, and bow was limitless. Sitting quietly in his room, an idea would pop into his mind.

' Yes! That's it since Song Meihu is already my betrothed and student. I should make her into my personal grandmaster alchemist.

Although it was a good idea, thoughts of Song Meihu possibly betraying himself did come up. But seeing as how she is so infatuated with him, Wei Jian decided to pass on Long Wei's alchemy methods to Song Meihu. Little by little since she is still far from receiving the higher realm techniques.

Knock*knock*

" Wei Jian, may I enter dear?" Song Meihu would question in a very lewd way.

" Ah! I was just about to get you. Come in." Did not notice Song Meihu who was completely naked covered by a transparent sleeping gown.

Slowly she crept towards him, before lowering herself. Her hands would slide over his shoulders, before caressing his pecks. Rubbing her erected mountains against Wei Jian's sturdy back. With her soft lips, she would nimble on his ear.

Taken back, he would turn his head fast. By chance, their lips would connect. Unable to control herself, she would push him down, and then immediately began to undress.

" Wai..wait! I have something to say first.." Before he could even finish his sentence, she forcefully and roughly shoved his entire rod inside her.

Her face contorted and her tongue hung out like a panting dog. When she looked down at Wei Jian, he could tell that he would need to satisfy her first. Cupping his hands with hers, he would begin thrusting upwards. Each thrust would cause her body to jingle and cause her robust ass to ripple.

Her moans began to get out of control, so he pulled her in closer and slips in his tongue. Muffling her erotic moans. Ironically it would cause Song Meihu to feel even more pleasure. Now not only her lower lips were being intruded on, but now her upper lips too.

Wei Jian using his right hand began to squeeze and twist her left mountain's nipples. Then he would play with her bell right above her flower garden. Since he had reached true spirit realm, his stamina was strong enough to last two hours with Song Meihu and her sex drive.

With his final thrust, he would unleash his lineage inside her. Pushing deeper with his rod, he could feel the final gate within Song Meihu. Piercing through it, he would fill her to the brim. Slowly collecting his strength on his side of the bed, while Song Meihu lay still.

Ploop*ploop*

From within, Wei Jian's liquid gold would drizzle out of her little sister. Deep within her, a small egg among others was unable to protect itself from the semen. After a few minutes, Song Meihu would regain her sanity, and began to cuddle with Wei Jian.

" So what were you trying to say before?"

" Well, you know that I have two paths currently."

"And?"

" Well, I was thinking of only following one path and honing it till it's beyond others. So after the bout with the other sects, and the expedition. When there is no more distraction, I wish to pass on my knowledge of alchemy to you."

" Wei Jian this must've been a hard decision. And since it was not your knowledge but that mysterious person's knowledge. Are you sure about this?"

" I'm sure they would understand."

The next day he would go on a stroll to the isolation training hall. When he got there he was surprised that there was barely enough room left for the rest of the disciples. Before he could even ask for a room though, the scarred man would guide Wei Jian to the top floor. There he would enter a room that was too luxurious for any disciple. Of course, since it was a training room for the patriarch and matriarch of the sect.

The guide would bow respectfully until his figure was gone behind the door that was now shut tight until the scheduled time was up. Standing straight, he unsheaths his saber and began to learn the first techniques of the limitless techniques that he held.

[Beheading the Heavenly Daos], a technique true to its name. Each stance needed to exude the will to bring down the Heavenly Daos. A technique that was clearly, made to cause chaos and bring light to a new Dao to the heavens. A battle art that goes beyond the scales of this realm. If graded it would be beyond the taboo rank. Thinking about it, he was fortunate.

" Beheading the Heavenly Daos!" Time would stand still, and cracks, in reality, began to form. Qi began to transform into lighting, spewing wildly in all directions. After a few seconds, time would resume and the wall in front of him would disintegrate. Before it would immediately take shape since it was made by the first patriarch millennials ago, it withstood it.

In contrast, Wei Jian's dantian was completely depleted. And his arm that held the saber was mangled. Downing two healing pills, he would regain some comfort. Seeing the drawbacks of using such deadly battle art, he decided maybe it would be wise to use it as a trump card. And use another battle art as his main style.

TBC...