The Two Beauties Side by Side, Rewards of White and Black Stockings

In a side room of the Red Leaf Bamboo Courtyard, they rested tenderly for a while.

Dongfang Yueming was letting Hongyao straighten his slightly disheveled Hong Yao robe. Having just condensed his spiritual root, he exuded a faint fragrance, and his skin appeared even more smooth and jade-like. His originally slender figure, nourished by Pure Yang True Qi, had gained an extremely upright and heroic air.

"Buzz--"

Just then, a pale pink talismanic light suddenly shone outside the hall. From within the light came Ji Meiniang's languid, soft yet undeniably authoritative voice:

"Hong Yao, bring that little fellow to the Nine Yin Hall. Ziyuan and I will personally verify this miracle, which has never been seen in the sect's thousands of years of history."

Upon hearing this voice, Hong Yao paused slightly as she straightened her clothes, a faint hint of sourness creeping onto her charming face.

She gave Dongfang Yueming a sour look, then stretched out her delicate finger and gently poked his chest in annoyance:

"You little rascal, look what's happened. I finally managed to cultivate your spiritual root, and now you're about to be snatched away by the Ancestor and Senior Sister Ziyuan. When you see their endless black and white silk stockings later, don't forget about your sister."

Dongfang Yueming smiled gently, then pulled her into his arms, stroking her soft, full shoulders, and whispered, "Yueming will never forget the kindness Sister Yao'er has shown me."

The sound of "Yao'er" made Hong Yao's bones melt, and her initial jealousy vanished instantly. She playfully pinched his cheek, then helped him fasten his jade belt and led him towards the Nine Yin Hall at the mountaintop.

The Nine Yin Hall was shrouded in mist and filled with a fragrant aroma.

Inside the main hall, light gauze curtains danced gracefully. When Dongfang Yueming stepped into the hall under Hong Yao's guidance, even with his experience Quasi-Immortal Emperor, a hint of genuine amazement flashed in his eyes.

On the white fox fur couch above the main hall, the Golden Core Stage ancestor Ji Meiniang was leaning lazily.

Today, she wore an extremely narrow black silk cheongsam that breathtakingly accentuated her voluptuous, mature beauty and her stunning curves, including her full hips and slender waist. Her long, straight, and shapely legs were crossed, with her feet encased in sheer black silk stockings that subtly revealed her fair and delicate skin beneath, exuding the ultimate allure of a mature and beautiful woman.

Standing quietly on one side of the long couch was Ziyuan, the senior disciple of the outer sect.

Her stunning purple flowing dress had somehow been shortened, revealing a pair of incredibly elegant and slender legs. Even more eye-catching were the pure, elegant, and spotless ice silk stockings that covered her flawless, jade-like legs.

The white stockings wrapped around her calves accentuated her aloof, icy fairy-like aura, making her appear even more otherworldly, yet adding a touch of alluring sensuality.

One in black, one in white; one mature, one cold. The visual impact of these two top-tier beauties from the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor standing side by side was enough to drive any man with weak willpower mad on the spot.

"Disciple Dongfang Yueming greets the Ancestor and Senior Sister."

Dongfang Yueming bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm and composed.

"Hehehe... Little fellow, you've kept me waiting."

Ji Meiniang's beautiful eyes brightened slightly, and she straightened up with a charming smile. Her jade-like feet, wrapped in black silk, stepped onto the white fox fur and slowly walked down the long steps.

Her full, high breasts emitted a dizzying, mature milky fragrance. She walked up to Dongfang Yueming and placed a jade-like hand directly on his dantian.

Ziyuan bit her red lips, suppressing the blush on her face, and slowly walked forward, her white-stockinged legs moving. She placed a slender hand on Dongfang Yueming's shoulder and began to probe with her true energy.

Two streams of pure true energy surged into his body instantly.

The next second, Ji Meiniang and Ziyuan trembled simultaneously.

"It's actually real... Pure Yang Spirit Root without any impurities!"

Ji Meiniang was overjoyed, her incomparably Wushuang face filled with fervor, "Excellent! What a top-grade pure yang furnace!"

Ziyuan, who was standing nearby, felt the vast and pure warm blood energy within Dongfang Yueming's body, and her beautiful white-stockinged legs couldn't help but slightly close together.

"Ziyuan..."

Ji Meiniang suddenly withdrew her hand, looking at her aloof and beautiful disciple with amusement, a playful, foxy smile curling at the corner of her lips.

"The promise I made the other day has been exceeded by this junior brother from the Dongfang. As his senior sister, you can't go back on your word."

"Master... this... is here?"

Ziyuan's cool and aloof face instantly turned so red it was almost bleeding. Her slender hands clenched the hem of her clothes tightly, and her round legs, covered in white stockings, crossed awkwardly. Even her voice carried a hint of a sob.

"Hehe, of course it's here. I need to keep an eye on it myself."

Ji Meiniang smiled charmingly, gracefully sat back on the long couch, her pair of black-stockinged jade feet slightly raised.

Ziyuan gritted her teeth, looking at the handsome young man before her, whose appearance was almost demonic. Under Ji Meiniang's gaze, which was filled with supreme authority and mockery, she finally sat down slowly on the edge of the steps.

Her legs, clad in pure white silk, trembled slightly as she laid them flat before Dongfang Yueming, seemingly resigned to her fate.

"Dongfang... please, show some mercy..."

Ziyuan lowered her eyelids, not daring to look the boy in the eye, and spoke in a voice barely audible.