A strong chest, a clear and powerful heartbeat, and a large hand holding her waist.

Everything proves that this person is too crazy, repeatedly taking possession of others and engaging in intimate embraces.

Ye Feng buried his head in Ah Li's neck and said in a deep, slightly magnetic voice, "Uncle-Master, do you like me like this?"

Ahri pointed to the dual cultivation techniques floating to the side, "You haven't even started learning these."

Ye Feng moved closer, "You can learn it slowly later."

Dual cultivation with proper techniques is different from dual cultivation without learning the techniques.

Ye Feng was very unhappy that Ah Li's hand left his back. He put Ah Li's hand back and said, "Uncle-Master, if you are tired, just tell me and I will stop."

Ahri frowned. "I won't get tired."

Ye Feng smiled, his eyes crinkling. "Then, Uncle-Master, let's have a contest to see who calls 'stop' first, shall we?"

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One month later.

Beside a waterfall, Ahri sat cross-legged on a large rock, her eyes closed and her hands resting on her lap.

That was a miscalculation.

She's been led astray by that brat Ye Feng, even though his cultivation level is clearly higher than his.

Not far away, Ye Feng was walking towards them carrying things in his hands, and he also had many sect mission tokens hanging from his waist.

Ye Feng completed all the tasks on each task board by himself.

Ye Feng originally wanted to go with his martial uncle, but he didn't want his martial uncle to be entangled by other people.

It's unclear whether Master Lü has a dog's nose, but whenever his master appears in a town, he follows the scent and comes over, wanting to learn about formations from his master and how to hide karmic fire within a formation.

But his uncle is very busy now, he doesn't have time to do those things.

Not far away, the sound of flowing water could be heard, carrying a hint of coolness.

Ye Feng also noticed at a glance that his martial aunt was sitting cross-legged on a large rock. Her eyes were slightly closed, and her expression was serene, like a statue of warm and smooth jade, pure and flawless, untouched by dust.

But Ye Feng had also seen it with his own eyes. His senior sister had a graceful figure, and when she was in the bloom of passion, she was like a pink lotus flower, and a gentle touch would cause ripples to spread.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, ruffling Ahri's soft hair.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Ahri was surrounded by a faint aura of immortality, as if she might rise with the wind at any moment and ascend to become an immortal.