Chapter 346: The Heart of a Warrior

The searing, scalding spear, still hot through his pants, gave off a terrible heat as it pressed stiffly against Jiang Yu's lower abdomen.

Meanwhile, his mouth never stopped moving. The two tender little rabbits were ravaged until they were crimson, the rosy grapes covered in saliva, making the feverish heat inside her increasingly unbearable.

Chen Erbao lifted his head, gently kneading the two white mounds again before taking off his own shirt and then his pants, revealing the murderous-looking Stabilizing Needle.

As their skin touched again, Jiang Yu shuddered. Feeling the fiery temperature and maddening scent of his body, she instinctively wrapped her limbs around him, rubbing against him as if to relieve the impulse deep within her heart.

Chen Erbao lay atop her fragrant, tender body, the hot tip of his spear pressing against the jet-black forest as his hands ceaselessly played with her jade rabbits, which were neither too big nor too small.

"Divine Doctor Chen… ah…"

As Chen Erbao's hand delved into the dense forest, Jiang Yu trembled all over. Her legs parted shyly, allowing Chen Erbao to carefully observe the deepest secret within.

Chen Erbao first caressed the sensitive, smooth petals of her entrance, then parted them and began to explore the depths with his finger.

The layered folds of tender flesh, as if alive, wrapped themselves around Chen Erbao's finger. The warm chamber secreted a moist, hot liquid, making his entry even smoother.

As he went deeper, Chen Erbao grabbed Jiang Yu's small hand and pressed it onto his Stabilizing Needle.

The fiery temperature made Jiang Yu's hand instinctively retract, but Chen Erbao forcefully held it in place.

Nervously, Jiang Yu gripped the thick, large spear. With Chen Erbao's help, she began to slide her hand up and down.

Her delicate palm gliding over the hot shaft made Chen Erbao almost cry out in pleasure.

Meanwhile, his finger, soaked within her entrance, began to slowly probe and tease.

Jiang Yu completely lost her senses, her gasps coming one after another as her small hand unconsciously slid inch by inch along the spear.

Looking at the girl's delicate skin beneath him, Chen Erbao truly felt the impulse to mount his steed and charge.

Her smooth, slender abdomen, her high, proud peaks, and her long neck, like lustrous jade, were all covered in Chen Erbao's saliva, glistening under the light.

Her pert, rounded buttocks formed a graceful arc, and her straight, smooth legs trembled restlessly. The finger ruthlessly moving in and out of the black forest was covered in crystalline dewdrops, filling the entire room with a decadent aura.

The young girl's body was extremely sensitive. Under the assault of Chen Erbao's fingers, she couldn't hold on for long before she began to tremble uncontrollably, a tide gushing forth.

As expected of the Water-Spraying Dragon King, even with Chen Erbao's finger blocking the way, a large patch of the sheets beneath them was soaked, and droplets of moisture still hung from the edge of her entrance.

Chen Erbao withdrew his finger, sat directly on the girl's chest, and pressed his spear against her alluring red lips.

For a temporary cure, the Essence Milk had to be taken orally. Topical application wouldn't be very effective!

Jiang Yu hadn't yet recovered from the intense stimulation. Feeling the scorching tip of the spear, she subconsciously opened her mouth. Chen Erbao decisively pushed forward, holding her head and thrusting it all the way in.

Jiang Yu whimpered, coming to her senses. She opened her eyes to find her mouth completely filled and, after struggling helplessly for a moment, ultimately chose to surrender, letting Chen Erbao move in and out.

Her small, nimble tongue also cooperated, traveling constantly over the spear. With the experience from last time, she was clearly much more skilled. One moment, she would linger at the tip; the next, she would spiral down the thick shaft. Her tight mouth contracted ceaselessly, as if trying to suck out the sweet juices within.

Chen Erbao sat on the soft little rabbits, using them as leverage to push deeper, while one hand reached back and once again slipped into the still-throbbing entrance.

"Mmph… mmph…"

Jiang Yu moaned again, but her mouth was gagged. Her legs spread weakly, and her hands wrapped around Chen Erbao's thighs as she diligently swallowed the delicious hot dog.

With the girl's next shudder, Chen Erbao finally released his scalding bullets. The spear throbbed continuously between her red lips, filling her completely.

He pulled the spear out. A trace of white frost still clung to the corners of Jiang Yu's mouth. She subconsciously stuck out her rosy tongue, licked her lips, and finally swallowed all of the Essence Milk.

As soon as the Essence Milk, which contained a mysterious energy, entered her body, the icy chill within her receded again, completely suppressed deep within her bloodline.

Looking at the disheveled bed, Chen Erbao felt a hint of guilt. But seeing the satisfied look on the girl's face, he finally sighed, scooped Jiang Yu up in his arms, and carried her to the bathroom.

…

In the middle of the night, Chen Erbao slipped out of Jiang Yu's room like a ghost. Hearing Fang Yi and Song Yue entering the house downstairs, he nimbly vaulted over the railing and disappeared into the night.

Before leaving, he told Jiang Yu to properly practice her Cultivation Technique tomorrow. He added that if she had made up her mind, she should call him; otherwise, he would be leaving Bailong Village the day after.

Jiang Yu buried her head in the quilt, too shy to answer. Only after Chen Erbao had left did she sit up. Looking down at her crimson peaks, the girl sighed faintly again, reminiscing about the thrill from moments before…

…

At the crack of dawn, Chen Erbao's biological clock woke him. He sprang out of bed in a single, fluid motion and walked naked into the courtyard to begin breathing in Spiritual Qi.

After completing one Great Circulation, Chen Erbao faced the morning glow and began to practice his fists.

His punches were fierce yet steady, and a mysterious rhythm radiated from them.

After finishing a set, Chen Erbao rested for a while before practicing his Misty Step again.

Whether it was Cultivation or the self-tempering of an Ancient Martial Artist, daily consolidation was essential.

Practicing martial arts is like rowing a boat upstream; if you don't advance, you fall back!

Chen Erbao's Dragon Elephant Divine Fist already possessed the Power of Three Elephants, and his Realm had recently stabilized completely.

After the recent, frequent dual cultivation sessions, Chen Erbao felt that if he could just conquer Jiang Yu, Bai Xiaoqing, and Zhang Yiyi, he could probably break through again, and his Dragon Elephant Divine Fist would also be on the verge of a breakthrough.

However, the Dragon Elephant Divine Fist was not greatly affected by one's Realm; it relied mainly on daily practice and tempering with medicinal baths.

If he hadn't been so busy with company affairs, Chen Erbao would have started focusing on tempering his physical body long ago.

Once the factory business was settled, Chen Erbao planned to completely let go, allowing Bai Xiaoqing to take control of the overall situation while he took the opportunity to rest.

Although the mortal world could temper one's heart, it could also grind away the heart of a martial artist. Prolonged contact would inevitably dull one's edge and erode one's will.

This was why true masters sought places far from the secular world—to prevent being disturbed by it.

After all, a person's energy is finite. To be able to do one or two things well is already remarkable; it's impossible to manage many things at once.