Chapter 17
Demon Qing Ling

He Jun was a child. Wei Zi’s slap stimulated him. “Ah ……” he released a low roar and ejected his hundreds of years of virgin s*m*n like a machine gun.
He held Wei Zi’s buttocks while shooting his s*m*n, and sticking his face to Wei Zi’s cheeks, “Mother …… ah …… mother …… ah …… ” White sizzling liquid filled Wei Zi’s p*ssy instantly, nearly overflowing.

A smile floated on Wei Zi’s face. Her cold lips kissed He Jun’s lips and said, “You are truly my good child ……”

He Jun felt that his whole body was trembling, his strength was gradually failing, and he couldn’t even lift his arms.

“Two wild lovebirds ……” A cold voice sounded from the other side of the spring, and a black-clothed figure landed on the shoreline.

What a rich demonic aura!

Wei Zi was unable to move. She was harvesting He Jun’s aura. Their naked upper bodies fell into that person’s eyes like this.

Cui Yu noticed the demonic aura and saw the demon wanted to confront Wei Zi. He flew and appeared in front of him.

Cui Yu drew his sword and started to fight with the demon. Wei Zi was surprised that Cui Yu could be there. So, he followed her, but this was not the point.

Right now, she was copulating with He Jun. She had planned to copulate with him for a night, and now it seemed it would not work. She sensed that this demon’s level was already at the Harmonization Stage, and Cui Yu, a Jindan Stage cultivator, could only hold back for a moment.

If this demon caught her, she would be a fish on the chopping board. Her own Devil’s Power was still at the Heart Movement Stage.

In between, Wei Zi looked at this jade bracelet that her mother left for her, and she thought of a way.

In less than 15 minutes, the demon had knocked Cui Yu, causing him to spit blood.

Qing Ling scoffed, “It’s only been a few hundred years, and the male disciples of the Lin Xian Sect have become this weak?”

He didn’t bother to look at this junior but continued walking to the edge of the spring. He wanted to see the woman similar to his Master’s wife. Was she of good quality?

Could the Lin Xian Sect throw out a false hope, or was it a phony deliberately made by someone with evil intentions?

A hint of killing intent rose in Qing Ling’s heart.

As the moonlight fell from the dark clouds, he looked at the woman and saw her white shoulders while her head lay at the man’s neck.

She turned sideways to look at him. All he saw was her crimson lips as if coated in blood. A fierce killing intent flashed in the bottom of her eyes.

A magic weapon came from the void. Qing Ling disdainfully raised his hand and gently blocked it to control the weapon mid-air.

Wei Zi activated the spell, and the bracelet instantly exploded, bursting with dazzling multicolored light, and she sank into the water. The powerful spiritual force broke through Qing Yu’s shield and toppled Qing Ling to the ground.

Qing Ling spat out several mouthfuls of colorful blood and covered his chest. At this moment, he had seriously injured. He didn’t dare to stay here.

Qing Yu was coming soon. He sensed it. Qing Ling turned into white smoke and disappeared.

Wei Zi poked her head out of the water. The spring water had already dyed red.

He Jun leaned on the bank. His neck was cut out by a sharp blade and gurgling spirit blood.

Wei Zi gazed around while holding her breath. Her eyes filled with golden light, and her abdomen had already started to form Dan. In other words, she was already at the Jindan stage.

It was all thanks to He Jun.

Wei Zi gently stroked He Jun’s handsome cheek.

He Jun’s lips were pale, and he was dying. His spiritual consciousness started to disperse, but his eyes were clear. He used all his remaining life’s strength to grab Wei Zi’s hand, then said intermittently, “Fei Ying, it’s you who injured me… you use my spiritual wisdom as …… a Furnace ……”

Author note: Can you guess He Jun’s end?