Chapter 37: The Story That Lin Xing and Wen Min Have to, Part 3

Sunlight filtered through the layers of leaves, casting a glow over the thick forest on Tongtian Peak. A few clear birdsong calls awakened the vitality of the mountain forest.

"Um..."

A coquettish moan drifted out from the half - man - high weeds. A beauty exuding a classic charm fluttered her long eyelashes and woke up from her slumber.

Her plump and alluring figure was wrapped in a white dress. A few glistening dewdrops fell on her delicate face. With a hint of drowsiness still lingering, she ran her tongue across her lips. Her languid and hazy appearance aroused a sinful desire.

"I actually fell asleep while chatting," she chuckled softly, filled with sweetness. The beauty turned her head and looked at the handsome young man next to her, a wave of joy surging in her heart.

Having a younger brother was really nice. Her Irritability mood from yesterday had improved a lot after chatting all night.

And the little stories her brother told were really interesting!

Gently pulling her hand out of her brother's, the beauty in white smiled sweetly again. She really should find a wife for this brother. Was he really that curious about a girl's hand?

However, her brother's massage was really comfortable.

The woman in white propped herself up, her large buttocks slowly emerging from beneath her, full and almost bursting. A soft gurgling sound came from Lin Xing's mouth.

"Really, even in sleep, thinking about food!" It was getting late, and Wen Min decided to wake up this sleepyhead.

Of course, it would be best to startle him! She hadn't experienced the pleasure of such childhood pranks for a long time.

Wen Min leaned forward, her buttocks almost completely exposed. The light veil on her upper body was lifted by the weeds, revealing her bulging arms, like a balloon at the verge of bursting!

Another gurgling sound came out.

That buttocks! The plump flesh, the mature visual impact, and the excitement as if it could burst through the clothes at any moment!

Lin Xing couldn't take it anymore!!

He clearly regarded her as his sister, but as soon as he saw Wen Min's plump buttocks and arms, he couldn't help having improper thoughts!

What should he do!!

Lin Xing was in a dilemma, while Wen Min, who had just woken up, was shocked.

A strong and rigid rod stood upright right in front of her eyes!

Wen Min was slightly taken aback, and then her heart started pounding violently.

This, this was her brother's —— Like a guilty thief, Wen Min quickly looked back at Lin Xing. His breathing was steady, and his expression was serene.

Thank goodness! He wasn't awake!!

Wen Min hesitated for a long time, then slowly moved closer.

Her breathing quickened.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

With her intense heartbeat, Wen Min's face was already flushed.

That huge rod, beyond her imagination, stood like a towering pillar in front of her. Her nose involuntarily and gently moved closer.

It stopped at a distance of ten centimeters.

It seemed to be slightly trembling.

It seemed to exude a scorching heat.

Wen Min carefully looked back at Lin Xing again.

Her brother was still sound asleep.

What should she do?

She was just curious.

Just take a look!

Just take a close look!

Wen Min slowly, slowly approached. She propped her hands on the ground, her buttocks sticking up.

Her arm muscles swayed, and the sound of her brother's drooling came from behind.

"He's my brother. It's okay," Wen Min told herself.

She had heard many times from her married sisters. She was really curious.

Wen Min gently continued to approach.

Her heartbeat grew faster.

The frequency became higher.

Suddenly!

Wen Min noticed that her brother's member moved.

With a "snap", a hole burst in his pants, and white liquid splashed towards her...

—————— On the Cloud - Sea Square, it was another day of crowds. The second round of the Seven - Peak Martial Arts Competition began today.

It was still the same arena as yesterday, and the same old man with white hair, white eyebrows, and a white beard. Looking at the list in his hand, a glimmer of excitement sparkled on the old man's wrinkled face. His eyes moved back and forth on the list, finally stopping at two words.

Lin Xing.

Perhaps he, this old man, could witness the rise of a generation of heavenly pride.

At 15 years old! That Lin Xing was only 15! With just one move! And an easy one at that! He had defeated the contestant from Luoxia Peak!

Not to mention making it to the top four, winning the championship was highly likely!

The old man suppressed his excitement, trying not to show any signs of lose one's composure,and his sonorous voice rang out: "The first match today: Lin Xing from Dragon - Head Peak, versus Su Lingfeng from Little Bamboo Peak!"

The old man looked around, searching for the handsome young man.

The crowd around the arena was clearly much thicker than yesterday. They had all heard of Lin Xing's deeds and came to see. They crowded around the arena, eager to witness the mysterious genius from Dragon - Head Peak.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a graceful and charming disciple from Little Bamboo Peak, surrounded by a colorful entourage, leaped onto the arena.

A group of male disciples in the audience turned into lecherous onlookers.

"Why haven't I heard of this woman!?" Disciple A exclaimed in distress.

"Among the disciples of Little Bamboo Peak, perhaps only Junior Sister Lu and Senior Sister Wen can compare with her," Disciple B commented.

"How can such a beautiful junior sister be so unknown!?" Disciple C said, a mix of indignation and confusion in his voice.

A thin and weaselly - looking disciple stepped forward, adopting a professional tone: "You don't know this, do you? This is Su Lingfeng. She was quite famous thirty years ago!" He sighed, looking as if he had more to say but held back.

A group of eager - to - learn junior disciples quickly gathered around, asking for advice.

The sneaky man flicked his white fan, glanced in the direction of the Little Bamboo Peak disciple, and lowered his voice: "This Junior Sister Su Lingfeng was one of the rare talents in the Qingyun Sect at that time. She had outstanding talent and was as beautiful as a flower, being the dream lover of many senior and junior brothers. Back then, she was just like Junior Sister Lu is now, charming countless people!"

Suddenly, the sneaky man closed his fan, his expression indignant: "But no one could have imagined that later, an unknown person quietly picked this flower! His cultivation was low, and his looks - let alone, even I'm much better - looking than him!"

All the disciples looked at his lecherous face, thinking that being uglier than him was really something! They all tried to hold back their laughter, their faces turning red.

"Don't laugh! What I said is true! The day that man sent the betrothal gifts, I didn't believe it and went to take a look. He was really - unbearably ugly! It's said that Master Shuiyue was so angry that she didn't even show up that day!"

"However, that guy had no luck. After sending the betrothal gifts, he died within a few days. Poor Miss Su Lingfeng, a young woman... Sigh!"

The disciples were silent. Although cultivators didn't pay much attention to some worldly etiquette, the basic concepts of being faithful to one's spouse and following one's husband were still the same. Once the betrothal gifts were sent, it was equivalent to getting married, just lacking a formal ceremony. Su Lingfeng became a widow before getting married!

The disciples looked up at the graceful Su Lingfeng on the arena again. She didn't seem as beautiful as before. Her purple dress fluttered alone, and vaguely, she seemed a bit frail.

However, speaking of which, where was that Lin Xing?

The disciples looked around but couldn't find him. On the arena, only the woman stood gracefully.