A Beautiful Transformation

While Meng Lin slumbered peacefully, Yang JingTian examined their immediate location. Aside from the forest providing access to this place, they were flanked on three sides by imposing mountains, creating an enclave not unlike the hidden paradise he had once found in Jinsha Village.

Perched on the mountainside, the spot was not only perfect for observation, with a clear view of the surrounding area, but it was also remarkably secluded. Such a splendid spot could be discovered by them, in awe; Yang JingTian couldn't help venerating Meng Lin's exceptional intuition.

He acknowledged that he had taxed her, yet what was truly astonishing was the emergence of internal strength within Meng Lin, casting a rosy hue of health upon her complexion.

After their lovemaking, they both felt refreshed and invigorated. Meng Lin's eyes were filled with a seductive charm, resembling that of a young woman.

She hurriedly adjusted her clothes and playfully scolded, "It's all your fault for making me like this."

Her face turned red, and she couldn't continue speaking.

Although they had just indulged in her exquisite body, Yang Jingtian was still enthralled by her. He pulled her delicate body into his embrace, mischievously slipping his hands into her clothes, directly caressing her smooth mound.

"You bad boy," Meng Lin exclaimed, blushing with shyness.

Since comprehending the Seductive Goddess Technique, the technique of harmonizing Yin and Yang, Yang Jingtian's sexual desire had increased several levels. Even Meng Lin, who was once innocent and pure as paper, had been trained by him into his own exclusive little vixen.

Meng Lin's sensitivity had become extremely heightened, but it didn't mean she had become promiscuous. On the contrary, her temperament had transformed into one of purity and beauty. But in the presence of Yang Jingtian, her passion erupted instantly.

When Yang Jingtian's hands touched her delicate body, Meng Lin's arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Her body found the most comfortable position, tilting her head back and pushing her chest forward to welcome his advances. Her lips seemed to actively meet his, offering up her lilac tongue.

Yang Jingtian only wanted to distract her troubled thoughts. Starting from her beautiful face, he kissed her all the way to her delicate earlobes. That particular spot was extremely sensitive, and combined with his roaming hands on her breasts, her entire body was under assault. Her sweet moans filled the air.

Penetration.

Intense penetration.

In the fiery passion, Yang Jingtian clearly felt the innate true energy within his body following a graceful path, flowing through every meridian and acupoint. He sensed the vitality of the true energy and suddenly knew that from this moment on, he was truly advancing towards the pinnacle of martial arts.

Meng Lin's body trembled, holding him tightly, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Tears of happiness, an indescribable joy, only those glistening teardrops could express the delight in her heart.

Yang Jingtian knew that the Seductive Goddess Technique had fully taken effect. It not only replenished the Yin and Yang energies she had consumed but also allowed him to enter the miraculous realm of martial arts.

Meng Lin's body trembled again, and she calmed down.

As a fresh lake breeze wafted through, Meng Lin began to experience a scene she had never encountered before. The vast space and the distinct scent of water filled her with wonder. Her heart soared as she gazed open-mouthed at the scenery.

Yang JingTian teased, "You're gaping so wide, a little bird might just fly in."

Like a petulant girl, Meng Lin playfully scolded, "Stop it! I've never felt like this before; it's as if—as if..." She trailed off, blushing and unable to continue, as if recalling something intimate.

JingTian, amused by her reaction, provoked her further, "What's making you blush? Could it be you're thinking of the delightful moments spent with your husband?"

Meng Lin's face turned a deeper shade of red, and she shyly squirmed away from him.

For some reason, encountering Meng Lin's coy demeanor only tempted Yang JingTian more. His hand slipped into her garment once again, boldly caressing her smooth skin as a cool breeze abetted his daring touch. They shared a passionate encounter, reflecting the deep connection of their souls, achieving a harmony that transformed Meng Lin astonishingly.

As the flush of modest excitement receded from her face, it revealed her innate youthful beauty, radiant and maiden-like. Her fine features were defined by arched eyebrows, a delicate nose, and cherry lips. Her eyes, fringed with long lashes, held a depth of wisdom, exuding both gentleness and harmony. The now radiant Meng Lin had an air of the divine, mature grace mingled with beguiling charm—a rarity in the world.

Yang JingTian had come to know her past. Meng Lin, a scion of a martial family, had altered her life's course because of her love for the martial legend Ling Xiaobin. She followed him to Haining Village, but after Ling ventured to sea, he never returned.

In sixteen years of unwavering, unregretful waiting, she remained silent about her lineage, content to live peacefully in the tranquil Little Fish Village, raising the orphaned girl, Meng Rui, that she had found fifteen years ago.

Yang JingTian did not press her further, as her past would only add pain to their relationship. Perhaps time and forgetting served as the best medicine.

Under Yang JingTian's tutelage, Meng Lin realized she had acquired significant internal strength. Demonstrating her newfound power, she struck a thick tree with her palm, which then toppled over.

As they emerged into the dwindling daylight, much time had unwittingly passed in their amorous pursuits.

Meng Lin glanced back at their secluded nirvana and expressed, "JingTian, I would like for us to make our home there permanently."

Smiling, Yang JingTian agreed, "I had the same intention. Let's prepare for the move."

With a tender laugh, Meng Lin replied, "But only once a house has been built there."

JingTian proposed a unique idea, "I'll carve a cave into the mountain, and we'll build a three-room house outside of it."

Puzzled, Meng Lin questioned, "Why would we need a cave if there's going to be a house?"

With a knowing smile, JingTian answered, "You'll understand once it's finished."

Unconvinced, Meng Lin pouted, "Fine, don't tell me. I'm not the one who'll be doing all the digging anyway."

Continuing their banter, they arrived at their doorstep unaware of the time that had passed.

As they were about to enter their home, Meng Rui flung the door open with joy, exclaiming, "Brother Yang, Mother, you're back!"

"Meng Rui?" Meng Lin was astounded, unable to believe her eyes.

Even more astounded was Yang JingTian, not just surprised but genuinely moved.

Meng Rui had transformed stunningly. The blemishes once marring her face had disappeared, revealing her naturally fine, fair features—predestined to be a beauty. Her graceful nose, lips like lush cherries, and silky hair flowed about her like woven clouds. Her skin was fair as cream, her body shapely and delicate, radiating youthful vitality like an unopened magnolia kissed by morning dew.

Yang JingTian marveled at the transformation. Though not her birth mother, Meng Lin had bestowed upon Meng Rui an innate beauty that proudly distinguished her in this world. Now aglow with vitality, her porcelain complexion was as serene as a lotus, as pure as jade. Her elegant and fresh allure prompted a desire to cherish such a moment, feeling a lifetime of fulfillment.

Perfection can sometimes manifest so flawlessly in a woman.