Feng Qiao has already reached the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, but he has been stuck at the bottleneck for twenty years.
A year ago, Feng Qiao obtained a dual cultivation technique. At first, he only abducted a few mortal women in Anyang City to cultivate, but the results were minimal.
Feng Qiao wanted to find a few qualified female cultivators who had reached the second or third level of the Qi Refining stage to come back and cultivate.
However, these female cultivators all belonged to the three major families of Anyang City, and he dared not touch them. He could only look on with envy.
Who would have thought the opportunity would come so quickly?
The Su family and the Ling family started fighting.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Feng Qiao took away a concubine's daughter from the Ling family, who was at the second level of Qi Refining, and returned her to Yueling Mountain.
After ten days of seclusion, Feng Qiao finally tormented the illegitimate daughter of the Ling family until she lost all her energy and spirit. He then discovered that his cultivation, which had remained stagnant for ten years, had actually made some progress.
Feng Qiao was overjoyed.
So the Ye family asked Feng Qiao for help, and Feng Qiao unceremoniously suggested that Ye Qingshan send a female cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining to serve as a furnace cauldron.
Ye Qingqing was given to Feng Qiao as a gift by Ye Qingshan.
In Feng Qiao's bedroom, Ye Qingqing was bound hand and foot, her mouth stuffed with something, and lying on the floor.
She looked at the burly man in front of her with eyes full of terror.
Since saying goodbye to Su Qing, Ye Qingqing has been diligently cultivating, and in just a few months, she has already reached the third level of the Qi Refining stage.
Ye Qingqing thought that as long as she diligently cultivated, she would eventually be able to take control of her own destiny.
Who would have thought that she, at the third level of Qi Refining, would become a gift for her father, Ye Qingshan, to win over a Foundation Establishment cultivator? Ye Qingqing wished she could just smash her head against a wall and die, rather than be humiliated to death by this Foundation Establishment cultivator in front of her.
Ye Qingqing's mother was a beauty in the Ye family. She heard from her wet nurse that after giving birth to her, her mother was barely alive and all her vital energy was exhausted.
After all, it's extremely difficult for a mortal to serve a cultivator, let alone bear a child.
Ye Qingqing's eyes were filled with tears.
"Su Qing! Su Qing! I'm afraid we'll never see each other again. I only hope you cultivate well in the Xuanling Sect and avenge me someday." Ye Qingqing thought to herself, tears streaming down her face.
Feng Qiao sat at the table.
He held a flask of wine in his hand, which he brewed himself using spiritual grains. Drinking it would not only increase his spiritual energy but also enhance the experience during dual cultivation.
Feng Qiao was not a lecherous man, but since he started practicing this dual cultivation technique, he found it difficult to suppress his desires.
Feng Qiao was very satisfied with Ye Qingqing in front of him.
"A talent with three spiritual roots isn't considered top-tier. Even a cultivation family like the Ye family doesn't have any particularly good cultivation techniques. To be able to cultivate to the third level of the Qi Refining stage in just a few months, you've certainly worked very hard," Feng Qiao said, raising an eyebrow at Ye Qingqing.
"You beast!" Ye Qingqing wanted to curse loudly, but with her mouth covered, she could only make muffled sounds.
"What, still not giving up?" Feng Qiao took a big gulp of wine and sneered, "Your father has already handed you over to me. Your Ye family is still counting on me to deal with the Su family."
"To be honest, I quite like you, but unfortunately, between cultivation and beauty, I choose the former."
With that, Feng Qiao raised his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Feng Qiao took off his outer garment, revealing his muscular physique, and walked step by step toward Ye Qingqing.
Ye Qingqing tried to back away in terror, but she was bound tightly and could only move backward inch by inch.
She moved backward, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face.
No, no, don't come any closer...
However, Feng Qiao was already right in front of him.
Feng Qiao reached out and grabbed Ye Qingqing's arm, lifted her up, and threw her directly onto the bed. Then, Feng Qiao walked over and pressed her down beneath him...
Ye Qingqing closed her eyes in humiliation.
Goodbye, Su Qing!
Just then, an explosion rang out.
Feng Qiao turned his head to look and saw that the door to the room had been blown open.
"You bastard!" Feng Qiao jumped up.
As the smoke cleared, a girl named Tingting, who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, stood at the door.
Upon closer inspection, Feng Qiao realized that the girl was actually at the ninth level of the Qi Refining stage!
He was so excited that drool was dripping from his mouth.
If Feng Qiao could cultivate with this female cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, he would definitely be able to break through his current bottleneck by absorbing all of her essence and spirit.
"Hahaha, I never expected such a beauty to come knocking on my door! Alright, alright, come here, let me, Uncle Feng, treat you well." Feng Qiao laughed loudly.
Su Qing, however, had a frosty expression on her face.
She had just felt a sinking feeling in her chest, and then she heard Ye Qingqing calling her name.
Not daring to delay for a moment, I walked over here, only to see this scene before my eyes.
"Feng Qiao?" Su Qing pointed at Feng Qiao, "Today is your death day!"
"You? A mere Qi Refining Stage 9? What, want some foreplay? Fine, today I'll show you what you, Master Feng, are all about."
As Feng Qiao spoke, a black iron sword appeared in his hand.
Feng Qiao forged this sword with his own blood and essence from the time he began his Foundation Establishment stage, and it has become his natal magic weapon.
The Xuan Tie sword exuded a chilling aura and faintly gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.
Holding the falling snowflakes in her hand, Su Qing was already dressed in a golden silkworm feather robe. Facing Feng Qiao, she showed no fear whatsoever.
The Golden Silkworm Feather Robe alone could withstand attacks from Core Formation stage cultivators, so she didn't take a mere Foundation Establishment stage cultivator seriously at all.
"Su Qing!" Ye Qingqing saw Su Qing and tried to shout excitedly, but in the end, she could only make muffled noises.
At this moment, Ye Qingqing was happy to see Su Qing, but when she thought of Su Qing's cultivation level, she wished she could make Su Qing turn around and run away as soon as possible.
"Here are a few talismans for you as an appetizer," Su Qing said, tossing out two talismans.
The Thunder Spirit Talismans floated down from the air. Feng Qiao raised his Xuan Tie Sword and with two swift strokes, the two Thunder Spirit Talismans were pierced in two.
"What use are these two talismans? They're just a waste," Feng Qiao said sarcastically.
"Oh, two talismans are a bit too few!" Su Qing said, tossing out a handful of talismans.
A hundred Thunder Spirit Talismans were thrown out, and Feng Qiao's expression changed. His face lost all ease, and he swung his Xuan Tie Sword swiftly. Many of the talismans were still detonated, and purple lightning struck him.
Although the Thunder Spirit Talisman wasn't of a high level, Feng Qiao still couldn't withstand such a powerful purple lightning strike.
Lightning bolts kept striking Feng Qiao, and he felt his body convulsing uncontrollably wherever the lightning struck.
After all one hundred Heavenly Thunder Talismans had finally fallen, Feng Qiao raised his head, glanced at him sideways, and sneered, "Your low-level talismans are nothing special."
"Yeah?"
Su Qing raised an eyebrow and took out another stack of talismans, this time numbering over a thousand.
Feng Qiao's expression finally changed.
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