Chapter 55: She Is A Total Milf !

The residual field was already thinning by the time they left the platform behind. Lin Feng followed Yu Mei through a narrow gap in the hanging roots, one hand pressed against the cut on his shoulder. Blood had slowed to a sticky seep and his ribs ached.

But none of that stopped the restless heat still cycling through his meridians. The pack’s residual hostility had been dense. Even after the hurried cultivation on the platform, the euphoria from the Qi rolled under his skin. His senses felt too sharp and part of him kept scanning the mist for the next thing to challenge.

Yu Mei noticed it soon and she slowed without looking back. "Your breathing changed. Are you pushing the circulation again?"

"It feels good," Lin Feng said. "I could probably—"

"You could probably tear the shoulder open and waste half the gain. Keep bouncing and you’ll pay for it.")"

He felt the pull in his shoulder and shut up. But the excess energy under Lin Feng’s skin refused to settle. When a low curtain of fine roots brushed his face, he slipped sideways with a half instinctive Dash that carried him farther than intended. His boot landed in a patch of pale, faintly glowing moss. The moss came with him.

He spent the next several breaths trying to scrape the clinging, luminous strands off his leg. The stuff was stubborn and left shimmering smears wherever it touched.

Yu Mei glanced back once.

"They’re just clinging moss. Completely harmless."

"Aww but it’s gross and It’s on my boot."

"Stop being a child. A while ago you were literally caked in mud."

"Yeah but i didn’t care cause i was fighting for my life back then. "

He finally got most of it off against a rougher root, muttering about how dirty can a swamp be.

Light under the canopy started thinning earlier and the mist took on a heavier blue cast. Yu Mei stopped at a junction of root ridges.

"We should stop for the night. The next node is much farther and i can see your foundation is brimming now anyways. And also you need rest. "

Lin Feng wanted to say he felt fine. But the actual state of his shoulder and the sticky blood disagreed so he nodded.

Yu Mei took them on a short lateral path, then up a sloping root wall. She pressed a specific cluster of fibers. A narrow cleft opened into a secondary hollow. It was dry enough, elevated with one practical entrance and natural dampening of sound and scent. She swept the interior with her spear and a short pulse of qi, then motioned him in.

They settled quickly. Lin Feng cleaned the worst of the blood from his knife and the edges of his wounds. Yu Mei checked the entrance once more, then dealt with her own gear. The heavy outer robe was damp and spattered with flecks and mud. She unfastened it without and shrugged it off to hang over a projecting root.

The moment the thick outer layer came away, the thinner inner robe shifted with the movement. Her breasts swung freely underneath the fabric, full and unrestricted. The cloth clung just enough to show the weight and the natural bounce before settling again.

Lin Feng’s brain stalled. Oh yeah. She’s a total MILF!

The euphoria still in his system made it worse and he got hard almost immediately. He had to shift his seat and openly adjust himself so the tent in his trousers wouldn’t be obvious if she looked down. He stared hard at a random patch of root wall and tried to will it away. But it didn’t listen.

Yu Mei’s eyes flicked over him once.

"Eyes up young man. The view is not that interesting I’m sure."

"I wasn’t looking," he said. The lie was garbage. He cleared his throat and suddenly found the edge of his knife extremely important.

[Host physiological response noted]

[Strangely no corresponding hostility detected from secondary target]

The air stayed charged for a couple of breaths. Yu Mei simply finished hanging the outer robe and sat down across from him with her spear in easy reach. She didn’t give the moment any more attention.

Lin Feng forced the last of the restless heat in his meridians and the tent in his trousers to settle. Outside, the swamp kept making its usual weird sounds.

Yu Mei spoke without looking at him. "At first light we move toward a different region. There are higher chance of solitary targets worth the risk. Your method works better when you control the field"

"You mean probably another beast to fight?"

"It’s the swamp, there are many beasts here than you can count and almost all of them are dangerous." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Although there are things that’s definitely worse than beasts here too."

"What things?"

"That’s not something you should worry about now cause we’ll be taking a route that avoids the worst of them."

Not completely satisfied with the answer yet accepting it, Lin Feng leaned his head back against the root wall. The mild embarrassment of getting caught by Yu Mei faded into the background. What stayed was the clearer understanding that had been forming since the pack platform. The system and the swamp were pointing the same direction. Hostility was the medium and residual anger was the resource. Trying to cultivate like an orthodox disciple here would only slow him down.

He opened his eyes and glanced once more at the hanging outer robe, then at the calm woman who was only walking with him.

"You know the swamp much more than me, so I’m taking your word for it." he said.

Yu Mei gave the smallest acknowledgment and turned her attention to the entrance.

In the low light of the hollow, with blood drying on his clothes and residual heat still fading, Lin Feng closed his eyes. Tommorow they’ll have to move further in and the swamp will test him once again.