The Immortal Ancestor's Two Beauties, a Middle-Grade Promise

Ziyuan's slender, jade-like feet, wrapped in icy white silk.

The white silk was extremely thin, clinging tightly to Ziyuan's flawless instep and slender, alluring ankles.

Having practiced ice-based techniques for many years, he exudes a refreshing coolness.

"Hmm..."

Ziyuan's usually cold and aloof face was now flushed red as if it were about to bleed, and she bit her full, soft red lips tightly.

Dongfang Yueming's movements could be described as extremely proper and elegant.

But this seemingly proper kneading was nothing short of an extreme form of mental torture and sensory storm for Ziyuan, a "fairy" who was usually aloof and had never been touched by a man.

"Hehehe... My good disciple, your body is much more honest than your icy face."

On a white fox fur couch to the side, Ji Meiniang leaned back lazily.

Her black, form-fitting cheongsam accentuated her voluptuous figure in a way that was breathtaking.

She rested her chin on one hand, her long, beautiful legs, encased in exquisite black silk, swaying casually in mid-air, her toes occasionally drawing an extremely alluring arc in the Xukong.

Looking at her usually arrogant and aloof eldest disciple, who was now like a docile kitten, even with a fine mist of tears welling up in his eyes from embarrassment and indignation, Ji Meiniang's alluring eyes gleamed with a sense of pleasure.

"Little fellow from the Dongfang, how does it feel? Is my disciple's white stockings to your liking?"

Ji Meiniang looked at Dongfang Yueming with seductive eyes.

"Senior sister is pure and virtuous; Yueming is truly unworthy of her."

Dongfang Yueming remained calm, his tone gentle and composed. He did not show the slightest infatuation due to the alluring scene before him, but instead displayed remarkable restraint.

The more composed and detached she was, the more intrigued and inexplicably itchy Ji Meiniang, the elder of the demonic sect, felt about it.

"She's quite the smooth talker."

Ji Meiniang gave a coquettish laugh, then extended her slender finger, stained with scarlet cardamom, and lightly tapped it in the air.

"Now that you have condensed Low-Grade Pure Yang Spirit Root, Ziyuan's promise has been fulfilled today. However..."

Ji Meiniang suddenly leaned forward slightly, and the deep, snow-white cleavage on her chest became even more breathtaking under the light gauze.

She slightly pouted her rosy, full lips, and with her jade-like foot encased in alluring black stockings, she provocatively kicked it lightly towards the Dongfang Yueming, bringing with it a rich, mature woman's fragrance.

"Don't forget, if you can master the second chapter of the Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art within the next month and condense Perfection Mid-Grade Spirit Root... I promised you that you could hold my black-silk jade feet and serve me to your heart's content for the entire night in this Nine Yin Hall."

Dongfang Yueming lowered his eyelids slightly, displaying a perfect blend of fervor and longing on his face, and cupped his hands, saying, "Ancestor, you have shown me great kindness. I, Yueming, Yueming do my utmost, even at the cost of my life, to live up to your expectations."

"Very good. I like your ruthlessness."

Ji Meiniang chuckled contentedly, "Go then. Spend these next few days consolidating your cultivation with Hong Yao, preparing to break through to the second stage. If you need any rare or precious materials, just ask Hong Yao; I will not be stingy."

After receiving Ji Meiniang's reward and encouragement, Dongfang Yueming did not linger. He calmly loosened Ziyuan's white hair and respectfully withdrew from the Nine Yin Hall.

The heavy palace doors slowly closed.

The erotic atmosphere in the main hall subsided slightly. Ziyuan seemed to have all her strength drained away, and somewhat disheveledly pulled back the white silk that still retained the warmth of the man's palm, hurriedly adjusting her skirt.

"Master... you... you really intend to do that to him if he achieves a mid-level cultivation..."

Ziyuan finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked the question that had been bothering her, her voice trembling slightly.