Banshee Family Training Record

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Her moans were like sobs, mixed with a desperate pleas for mercy. Yun Chu'an ignored her completely, continuing to thrust into her lower body, sucking on her and giving her even more intense stimulation.

Under this double stimulation, the girl, who was already quite weak in endurance, finally could no longer control herself. Her lower body, which had just climaxed once, once again burst forth like a dam breaking, releasing a large amount of love fluid. Her body was tense and trembling, and then she shrunk into his arms like a lump of mud.

Yun Chu'an's movements gradually slowed down. He released his mouth from her nipple, gently patted her back, then sat down beside her, holding her tenderly and comfortingly.

Yan Shuiyi felt as if she were floating on clouds, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses. She was panting and rested for a while before whispering, "Take it off for me."

Yun Chu'an reached out and removed her blindfold. The girl regained her sight, but her first reaction was to look down at her chest.

Chapter 518 Tonight, I'm not leaving (A long chapter of 5,000 words)

Seeing that the cherries there had been sucked until they were even redder and seemed to be swollen and congested with blood, and covered with glistening saliva, the girl's face turned even redder.

She spat under her breath and muttered, "Shameless! How old are you, still breastfeeding? You..."

For a moment she didn't know what to say, so she could only repeat, "Shameless."

Yun Chu'an felt no shame whatsoever; on the contrary, he was proud. He looked at the shy girl with a grin and said, "What, you won't let me eat? So stingy?"

Yan Shui's cheeks puffed out, as if she was angry with him. But after holding it in for a long time, thinking it over and over, she finally just whispered, "I didn't say I wouldn't allow it, it's just..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yun Chu'an lowered his head again, burying his face between her breasts, letting the firm, smooth flesh of her breasts hold his cheeks, and then took a deep breath, as if full of admiration.

His actions left Yan Shuiyi unsure whether to be happy or embarrassed. Unfortunately, the girl's vocabulary for insults was quite limited. After thinking it over, she could only repeat what she had already said for the third time: "Shameless."

Yun Chu'an didn't care at all; this level of attack was practically childish teasing to him. He reached out and rubbed the girl's cheek, then suddenly lowered his head, opened his mouth, and sucked on a bright red nipple, savoring it gently.

Yan Shui felt a strange tingling sensation coming from her chest again. Her cheeks flushed and her body burned. She wanted to push him away, but she had no strength in her hands, so she could only half push and half give in, which was more like a coquettish act.

Moreover, watching this man lying on her chest, seemingly absorbed yet quite calmly sucking on her nipple, an indescribable maternal instinct suddenly welled up in her heart, causing her to unconsciously reach out and hug his head.

Yun Chu'an continued to suckle, and as he did so, his large hands began to explore her body, from her chest to her waist, then to her buttocks and thighs, letting his palms rub against every inch of her body. His rough fingers made full contact with her delicate and smooth skin, and soon the girl was panting and aroused three times.

Feeling that it was about time, Yun Chuan raised his hand and gently patted her little bottom.

Subconsciously, Yan Shui wanted to say, "Why did you spank me?" But before she could finish speaking, a sudden thought struck her, and she remembered the words Zhu Yunqing had reminded her of before.

Spanking her is meant to make her bend over so we can change positions and have sex.

Immediately, the girl blushed, slowly turned over, knelt in the middle of the flower bushes, tried to press her slender waist down, and then raised her buttocks up.

Looking at the girl's obedient appearance, Yun Chu'an couldn't help but want to laugh.

He didn't say much, but knelt down himself, one hand supporting her bottom, straightening his enormous member, aligning it with the entrance, and then gently thrusting forward—

"Um--"

When that thick thing forced its way into her narrow, beautiful opening for the third time, the girl let out another charming moan.

Yun Chu'an began to thrust his waist again, his waist and abdomen colliding with her buttocks, causing her round, perky buttocks to tremble and shake, slapping against her skin with a slapping sound.

Yan Shui lowered her upper body, almost lying face down on the ground. She opened her mouth and moaned softly, her breasts hanging down naturally due to her prone position, swaying gently back and forth with his thrusts.

Unfortunately, she was currently lying in a flowerbed, so when her breasts swayed back and forth, especially the two nipples at the top, they swayed quite a bit, constantly rubbing against the petals and even branches beneath her, giving her a slight stinging and itchy sensation that made her feel both uncomfortable and somewhat pleasurable.

She moaned softly, her body trembling as Yun Chu'an's movements became more intense. The rear-entry position allowed his already impressive member to penetrate even deeper, reaching the deepest part of her vaginal canal to stimulate a spot that was normally extremely difficult to reach.

This unusual sensation made Yan Shuiyi tremble with pleasure. Her supple waist continued to press downwards, trying to accommodate him so that he could penetrate deeper and give her stronger stimulation.

Her moans grew increasingly wanton, as she lost control of her emotions. Yun Chu'an maintained a gentle rhythm, and before long, the girl climaxed again, reaching an indescribable orgasm once more.

But after this, Yun Chu'an, who was already in high spirits, did not intend to give her much time to rest. He then pulled her limp body up and stood her next to a tree, letting her soft arms support her against the tree, and then lifted one of her beautiful legs.

Yan Shui was powerless to resist and could only place one foot on the ground while raising the other leg high, forming a posture similar to a split.

However, she had difficulty maintaining her balance and had to hold onto the tree trunk with both arms to barely stand.

Then, Yun Chuan held her raised legs and thrust into her from behind again, venting his desire and making the girl moan repeatedly.

Fortunately, this time, he was also close to his limit. Holding Yan Shuiyi's long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings, he thrust his hips forcefully, colliding with her soft, tender honey hole, ravaging her plump, white mons pubis, until his endurance reached its limit, and he finally couldn't control himself and released inside her.

Thick life essence gushed from the top of that enormous thing, sprinkling into the deepest part of Yan Shui's body, that sacred place where life was born.

Yan Shuiyi also reached her climax along with his release. Her fair, smooth, and sweat-drenched body trembled violently, and her already wet vulva gushed out glistening water droplets, looking as if she had just experienced a climax, dazzling and astonishing.

After releasing her pent-up emotions, the woman's body was truly like a lump of mud, collapsing into Yun Chu'an's arms, panting heavily, a pitiful sight.

At this moment, Yan Shuiyi felt completely powerless. Her bones seemed to have melted with his thrusts, and her body was limp. She didn't want to do anything; she just wanted to rot in his arms.

Holding the girl's naked body, Yun Chu stood steadily on the ground, lowering his head to gently kiss her cheek.

He remained energetic and radiant. Not to mention his techniques for conserving energy, the natural functioning of his Heavenly Spiritual Root was enough to keep him in peak condition during this low-energy cultivation.

He lowered Yan Shuiyi's raised legs, then pulled her into his arms and gently kissed her lips.

The enormous thing, covered in murky mucus, naturally slid out of her body. It was not yet completely softened and still looked menacing.

Yan Shui didn't want to move at all; she just wanted to lean against his chest and rest properly.

Her small hands clung to his broad chest, her eyes half-closed, almost as if she were asleep.

Yun Chu'an embraced her, leaned against a large tree, and slowly sat down. Finally, they lay down together in the sea of ​​flowers. The petals, blooming brilliantly under the moonlight, seemed to become their wedding bed, allowing them to lie down comfortably without any awkwardness.

After a short while, Yun Chu'an asked in a low voice, "Fairy, are you leaving tonight?"

He desperately wanted her to stay, but he didn't know the Qingyun Sect's arrangements. If she had snuck out tonight and not returning might cause trouble, then it would be a loss.

Yan Shui closed her eyes, didn't speak, but just gently shook her head.

Clearly, she was very content tonight, so content that she didn't want to think about anything else and wanted to linger in his arms a little longer, indulging in the captivating warmth of his chest.

No further words were needed; Yun Chu'an already understood her meaning. Without saying a word, he embraced the girl, closed his eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

……

In the stillness of the night, a solitary moon hangs high in the sky.

A sinister monk with graying temples and wearing tattered robes slowly entered the small village, inhabited only by ordinary mortals with no magical powers. He smiled broadly, seemingly with a specific purpose in mind, and headed towards a particular room.

There, he had his favorite disciple, whom he planned to train into a great demon.

He walked to the front of a small courtyard surrounded by a fence, his body like a phantom, passing straight through it to the door of a room, and then gently reaching out and pushing the door open.

A strong, pungent smell of blood assaulted the old monk's sense of smell, but instead of frowning in anger, he grinned and revealed a joyful smile.

He knew that the man had committed the unforgivable atrocity he had hoped for.

He smiled and stepped into the room. Turning slightly, he saw an ordinary farmhouse bedroom. The large kang (heated brick bed) made of earth and stones was covered with dark green coarse cloth quilts, but now they were all soaked with bright red blood.

Lying on the bed was the body of a young woman, probably only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although her skin was slightly rough due to years of exposure to wind and sun, her eyebrows and eyes were quite delicate, and her large eyes were still bright and beautiful.

But now, the girl's face was filled with intense terror, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her throat had been cut open, but the blood had stopped gushing out, as if all the blood in her body had been drained.

The wicked monk held up one hand in a chanting gesture, muttering, "Amitabha, well done, well done!"

After he finished reading, he turned his head and looked at the end of the kang (a heated brick bed). There sat a young man of about twenty years old, head hanging low, as if he was still immersed in great sorrow and unable to extricate himself.

Upon hearing his voice, the man looked up, his eyes red and brimming with tears: "Master...!"

“I have… followed your teachings and severed all my emotional ties and worldly connections. I… I have personally killed my childhood sweetheart and my newlywed wife!”

His voice was hoarse, tinged with a hint of pleading: "Master, please lead me onto the path of cultivation and free me from this sea of ​​suffering in the mortal world!"

He spoke these words, yet this heartfelt plea did not elicit the evil monk's sympathy. Instead, the man frowned slightly, his expression hesitant: "Since you have such determination and drive, I am pleased, but..."

Looking at the young man's pained expression, he sighed softly: "You are still grieving for your wife's death. This shows that you have not completely severed your emotional ties, and your worldly attachments have not been completely eliminated."

Upon hearing this, the young man's face immediately filled with panic: "Master, Master... I have severed all ties, I have no more worldly ties left in this world, please, Master, please..."

He knelt on the ground, crawling unsteadily forward, trying to kneel before him. However, the evil monk took a half-step back, shook his head slightly, and asked questioningly, "Hmm? Have your worldly ties truly vanished?"

"Think carefully about your truest thoughts..."

His earnest persuasion stunned the young man, who then turned deathly pale: "I...I..."

The wicked monk remained silent, only nodding slightly. Despair instantly filled the young man's face; he understood that what he was thinking was exactly what the high monk wanted: "And... my parents..."

The wicked monk smiled and nodded, saying, "All worldly ties are severed; the choice is yours."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving the young man alone in the room, his face full of despair.

He knelt in the room, head bowed, silent. After a long while, he slowly raised his head, looking at his childhood sweetheart and newlywed wife on the bed, his face filled with grief.

If I give up here, wouldn't her death have been in vain?

If I kill her, I can no longer live in the village, so now, there is only…

Father, Mother, you have always loved your son the most, so today, you should understand my difficulties!

He cried out in his heart, trembling as he stood up, picked up the kitchen knife in his hand, the knife still stained with wet blood.

He staggered out of the house and headed towards his parents' house, which was another small house at the end of the village.

He had walked this road hundreds of times in his life, but never before had it felt so long. He walked to the door of the familiar courtyard, took out his key, tried it, and found that the door was locked from the inside.

Helpless, he could only pound on the door and shout, "Mom, open the door, it's me!"

He called out anxiously, just like when he used to be locked out by his father after partying with friends until late at night to "teach him a lesson."

But today, instead of his father's stern scolding, his voice was filled with worry: "Oh, son? What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The sound of the inner door being pushed open rang out, followed by the father's light but hurried footsteps. The young man stood in the doorway, and after a short while, an old man with graying hair and beard, wearing only a coarse cloth undershirt and hunched over, appeared before him: "What's wrong? Why did you come over so suddenly in the middle of the night?"

In the darkness, the elderly father did not notice the blood-dripping knife in his son's hand. The young man, meanwhile, suddenly realized that his father, once tall and strong, always seemed to possess inexhaustible strength, had unknowingly aged so considerably.

Short, thin, with a wrinkled face, and slow to react, so...

I could kill him with a single stab!

When he snapped out of his daze, the blade had already pierced his father's heart. His eyes snapped back to reality, meeting his father's shocked and incredulous gaze: "You—"

He tried to scream, but the young man quickly grabbed his neck, silencing him. Blood gushed from the old man's chest. He trembled, trying to say something, but ultimately uttered nothing. His body slowly collapsed to the ground.

By now, the young man was covered in blood.

He was breathing heavily, his mind filled with madness. His soul was completely twisted; at this moment, he felt no grief, but rather only relief.

The father was stronger than the mother, and now that he was able to suddenly ambush and kill the father, it could be considered a good start.

From now on, things will go much more smoothly!

He was panting heavily, his body trembling with excitement, and he strode into the inner room: "Mother, I've come to see you!"

He called out, and from inside the room, the old lady coughed and stood up, saying, "What's wrong? Did you quarrel with Cuicui?"

He strode into the bedroom, as if he couldn't wait any longer: "No, Mother, I'm here to see you."

The old woman on the bed lit the candle. In the dim light, she saw her son covered in blood, holding a kitchen knife, looking like a madman.

Instantly, intense fear gripped her heart: "You—you are not my son, who are you—!"

She screamed, but the young man pounced on her, his knife piercing her heart: "Ah—you will forgive me, you will forgive me!"

"I want to cultivate myself, I want to become an immortal, I want to sever my worldly ties, and you will all forgive me—hahahahaha—!"

He laughed wildly, completely lost in madness.

At that moment, at the village entrance, even though the evil monk was more than a hundred meters away, he seemed to be able to hear the man's crazy and ferocious laughter.

Immediately, the guy grinned and gave a satisfied smile.

Very good, very good. You have fallen into demonic possession. Before even embarking on the path of cultivation, you were already a complete and utter demon.

Now, let me look forward to seeing what kind of upheaval you, with such talent, will bring to the entire cultivation world.

He chuckled, raising his head to look up at the sky, as if gazing at the distant sacred mountain, and exchanging a distant look with the Buddhas...

Chapter 519 The Enchanting Morning

The next day, early morning.

As the sun rose above the eastern horizon, its bright rays shone upon the sea of ​​flowers. The sleeping Yan Shui Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly before she opened her beautiful eyes.

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was that Yun Chu'an was lying next to her, his eyes closed, still fast asleep.

He slept so peacefully, without moving an inch. Yan Shui lay on one side, her mind blank, gazing at him. For no reason, she felt that this scene was so beautiful. She felt as if she could stay still and watch him like this for a lifetime without ever getting tired of it.

She watched quietly as the sun gradually rose into the sky, lost in her own emotions, oblivious to everything else.

At a certain moment, Yun Chu'an's eyelashes suddenly trembled twice, and then she opened her eyes.

He had just woken up, and his eyes were still a little confused, but soon his gaze sharpened, as if he were on guard.

Immediately afterward, upon seeing Yan Shuiyi, who was completely naked beside him, his tense and sharp gaze immediately relaxed, and a smile appeared between his brows as he met her eyes.